15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
B ailey glanced over at Gonzo as he leaned against the wall of the elevator, watching her. Her gaze trailed down his body. The way his hands rested in his pockets drew her attention to his cock. Did he realize how standing like that emphasized the size of it?
She glanced up to see him smirking back at her. Probably. Knowing Gonzo, he was probably very aware of what made a woman think of sex. He’d certainly done a good job with her. Ever since he’d mentioned that he wanted to have sex with her, it was all she could think about.
He’d said if she wanted something, she should ask. “Were you serious about wanting to have sex with me?”
His muscles tensed. “Definitely.”
The elevator doors popped open at his floor and she stepped out. She could feel him watching her ass as she walked.
Neither of them spoke as they walked in silence down the hall to his apartment. Gonzo unlocked it and they stepped inside. He locked the door behind them.
Nerves danced down her spine. She’d been feeling bold in the elevator, but the pause in conversation had her questioning herself. If he was interested, wouldn’t he have pushed her up against the wall or something the moment they walked inside? Isn’t that what people did when they really wanted someone? Maybe he’d just been trying to be nice.
Gonzo stepped toward her. She could feel the heat pouring off his body. The man radiated heat like no one she’d ever met. “You’re thinking too much, Bailey,” he told her.
She snorted. “Probably.”
He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and she shivered as his fingers touched the skin of her neck. “You want me to fuck you, Bay?”
God yes, but more than that, she wanted him to make her feel desirable. “Make me feel beautiful, Gonzo.”
“Gladly.” His hand curved around her neck and into her hair as he pulled her toward him.
Gonzo grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up. With a squeal, she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her hold on his neck.
“That’s better.” His hands kneaded her ass and he buried his face in her neck. “Fuck, I love your ass.”
Warmth spread through her. When he’d first picked her up, she’d been scared he wouldn’t be able to hold her, but as he shifted his hips to grind his hard cock against her, any concern she had about that disappeared. She’d never had a man pick her up before. Never dated anyone strong enough to do it. Who knew it would be such a turn-on? She felt safe. Cherished. Desirable.
The next thing she knew, her shirt was whipped over her head. How the heck did he manage to do that without dropping her?
As her shirt hit the ground, Gonzo’s lips collided with hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth and she ground her core against him as a wave of longing rushed through her. No question the man could kiss.
Gonzo walked down the hallway with her in his arms. He pushed open the door to his bedroom and stalked toward the bed.
They were really doing this. They were crossing this line.
Gonzo set her on the bed and followed her down. His hard body pressed against hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tightly against her. He rocked his hips back and forth against her core as his tongue tangled with hers. It wasn’t enough. Jean on jean just wasn’t getting the job done.
“These jeans need to go,” Gonzo said, taking the words right out of her mouth.
He leaned back on his knees and looked down at her laying on the bed in her bra and pants. Half of her body was still covered but a wave of nerves zipped through her. She looked nothing like the women he normally slept with. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Self-conscious, Bailey tried to shift away from the scrutiny.
“Stay,” he commanded. “Let me look at you.”
“Wouldn’t you rather do this with the lights off?”
“No.”
Bailey swallowed past the lump in her throat. Why was it so hard to believe that he could find her attractive like this?
“You sure?” she asked.
He raised his head and looked her in the eye. “Bailey. I’m not your fucking ex. It’s just you and me here. I would never hurt you.” He continued to hold her stare. “Have I ever lied to you about something that matters?”
“No,” she whispered.
“So why do you think I’d lie to you about this?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged.
“Bay, you’ve been driving me crazy for weeks, walking around here in your little pajamas and shit.”
“I have?”
“Jesus, Bailey, I wouldn’t be crossing this line with you if I had any choice in the matter.”
“Of course you have a choice.”
“No, I don’t. You’re in there.” He tapped the side of his head. “And I can’t get you out.” Gonzo’s eyes roamed down her body. “There isn’t a single thing about you I don’t find sexy as fuck.”
The sincerity on his face made the knot in her stomach unclench slightly.
“Now we can turn the light off if you need to, but I really want to fucking see you.” He trailed his finger along the swell of her breast as he traced the lace cup of her bra. “Because what I’m seeing so far is even better than I imagined.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, and what I imagined was pretty fucking good.” He ran his knuckle between her breasts and down her stomach toward the snap of her jeans. “Your skin is so soft.” He leaned down and ran his tongue along the swell of her breast and up her neck. “And the way you smell.” He inhaled deeply.
Bailey shivered.
“You gonna let me leave the light on and look at you?” he asked.
Her nipples tightened as his breath puffed against the sensitive skin by her ear with each word.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he said and nipped her earlobe.
Those two little words were like a lightning bolt to her clit. Holy shit. Maybe she was a good girl after all because she sure enjoyed hearing it out of Gonzo’s mouth. Bailey bit back a groan.
“Sit up,” he ordered.
Bailey fought the urge to cover her stomach as she felt it roll over the edge of her jeans when she sat. Before she had a chance to follow through on the urge, Gonzo ran his tongue up her neck and whispered, “Stop thinking.”
Easier said than done. But when his teeth sunk into the pulse point on her neck, all thought left her mind. What was it about that spot? “Mmm,” she moaned.
Gonzo reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He eased the straps down her arms as he peeled the fabric away from her body slowly. Before the bra had even hit the floor, Gonzo pressed her back against the mattress and covered her with his body.
It was like he knew she needed him to ease into being completely naked in front of him. He kissed down her neck to the swell of her breasts. Her back arched off the mattress when his mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked.
Threading her fingers into his hair, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, shifting her pelvis to gain the friction she wanted. “Ugh,” she groaned in frustration.
Gonzo sat up between her legs and smirked. “Sorry, I said we needed to lose the jeans and I got distracted by your tits.”
“I’m definitely not going to complain.”
“Well, I’ll have to make sure I don’t give you any reason to complain about this next part.” He looked down at her and winked. “Gotta prove to you that no one fakes it with me.”
She smacked his chest. “Oh my god, are you really bringing that up right now?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “You questioned my prowess. I gotta prove myself here.”
“You know how you can prove it? By not talking about another woman when I’m half naked in front of you,” she grumbled.
“You are the only woman I’m thinking about.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Have you seen your fucking tits?”
She laughed. “Yep, I’ve seen ‘em.”
“Clearly you’ve never really looked at them, or you’d know there’s no way in hell I’m thinking of anyone but you.”
“Right.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Guess I’ll have to prove it to you.” He waggled his eyebrows and winked. “I’m gonna make you eat those words, Bailey. You’re gonna scream so fucking loud the neighbors will call the cops.”
“You can try,” she teased. That was one challenge she wouldn’t mind losing.
A confident grin kicked up the corner of his mouth and he licked his lips. Bailey swallowed hard. Maybe the woman the other night hadn’t been faking. No one would look as cocky as he did if they didn’t have the goods to back it up. Damn, she really hoped he had the goods.
Gonzo undid the button on her jeans and kissed her stomach. He ran his tongue along the upper right side of her abdomen. She shivered. No one had ever kissed her scar before. Brad thought it was gross.
“This healed good,” he mumbled and ran his tongue along it again. “Jen’s lucky to have you.” He flicked his tongue against her bellybutton.
“No talking about my sister,” she growled.
Gonzo smirked at her. “Right sorry. The only talk you want is dirty. Got it.” He slowly peeled her jeans down her legs, his tongue tracing every inch of skin he exposed. He dropped her jeans on the floor beside the bed and sat back on his heels to look at her. His nostrils flared as his gaze traveled slowly down her body.
The way he was staring at her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. No one had ever looked at her like they were planning all the nasty things they wanted to do to her. If the light was on, Brad always gave her a quick glance, then turned it off. Gonzo acted like he wanted to eat her alive and she loved it.
She’d never felt sexier in her life. Bailey arched her back, loving the way his gaze latched onto her breasts.
He shifted himself in his jeans, then hopped off the bed. “Hang on, these need to go or I’m gonna cut off the circulation to my dick.” He shoved his jeans down in one swoop and kicked them off.
No underwear in sight. Oh, my god. She was seeing her best friend naked. Very, very naked. And wow. “Geez, you’re really packing,” she blurted.
Gonzo threw his head back and laughed. “And there she is.”
She shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
He fisted himself and dragged his hand slowly down his hard cock. Bailey’s eyes widened. It should be weird to see her best friend touching himself, but it wasn’t. It was really fucking hot.
“What are you saying exactly?” He continued to stroke himself as his gaze slowly trailed down her body.
The way he watched her gave her a confidence she’d never felt before. Bailey arched her back, loving the way his eyes darkened as he stared at her breasts. “I’m just saying maybe you should get over here.”
Gonzo grinned. “Gladly.” He kneeled at the foot of the bed. She widened her legs to make room for him. He trailed his tongue up her inner thigh.
He brought his face closer to her center and blew his breath against her clit. Goosebumps danced across her skin. She shifted, hoping he would take the hint and put his mouth on her rather than just teasing her.
“You’ve got a very pretty pussy, Bailey.”
Heat rose across her chest and up her cheeks at the compliment. Didn’t they all pretty much look the same?
He inhaled, groaned, and closed his eyes.
Apparently not.
He continued to look down at her. Why wasn’t he touching her already? She squirmed.
“Stay,” he told her.
As she lay naked on the bed with Gonzo’s muscular body looming between her legs, a wave of nerves swarmed through her again and she shifted.
Gonzo’s hand clamped onto her thigh and held her in place. “I said stay.” His stare remained glued between her legs and he licked his lips. “Damn, baby girl. I’m going to fucking devour that pussy,” he growled.
His breath danced across her clit a second before his hot, wet mouth touched her. His tongue flicked against her sensitive flesh. Bailey lifted her hips.
Gonzo sucked her clit into his mouth. The jolt of desire running through her body made her arch off the mattress. Holy shit.
A deep masculine chuckle rumbled against her skin. Bailey threaded her fingers in his hair. Damn, he was really good at this.
Gonzo inserted a finger inside her, then sucked her clit again.
“Oh my god,” she groaned.
He inserted another finger, fucking her with his hand as his tongue tormented her clit. The pleasure built. She squirmed to get closer, to pull away. She wasn’t sure. “I’m close, Gonz.”
“Not close enough,” he muttered.
Her brain tried to compute what he meant but couldn’t. She was going to come any second. How could she not be close enough? “What?”
“Let me hear you scream, Bailey.”
He curled his fingers inside her and she gasped. Oh good lord, what was that? Wow! “Gonzo,” she moaned.
“That’s it, Bay, say my name,” he growled. “You’re so wet. Your pussy is clamping on my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you do that to my cock.”
“Me too,” she gasped. His lips wrapped around her clit and he pressed his finger against the spot she’d only ever hit with toys before and she saw stars. A loud groan tore from her chest.
She bucked her hips off the bed. He tucked his hands under her ass and held her pussy against his mouth as his tongue swirled and licked against her clit.
She pushed against his head. “I’m done,” she gasped.
“No, you’re not,” he said, then sucked her firmly into his mouth.
“Fu…uck,” she moaned. The orgasm that she’d thought had been over rocketed up again and over the edge. All she could do was hang on.
Bailey closed her eyes and gasped to catch her breath. When she felt like she could finally speak, she peeled her eyes open to see a very smug Gonzo kneeling between her legs.
“Okay, I take it back. She clearly wasn’t faking.”
He grinned. “Told ya.”
Bailey allowed herself to look her fill of his body. Her gaze lingered on his hard cock. After that orgasm, she should be done, but she wasn’t even close. She crooked her finger toward him. “Get up here and fuck me.”
His eyes darkened. “Gladly.”
He leaned over and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he sheathed himself. Gonzo winked at her knowingly, then moved back between her legs. Bailey shifted her hips and closed her eyes when she felt his hard cock against her skin. He positioned himself at her entrance and paused. She opened her eyes to find Gonzo looking down, watching her. Once they crossed this line, there was no going back.
Bailey threaded her hands through his hair and smiled as she pressed her hips against him, drawing him inside. That was all the invitation he needed. Gonzo thrust into her, filling her completely.
“Jesus,” he groaned and touched his forehead against hers to give her a second to adjust to his size. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you.” She closed her eyes and moved her hips, seating him further.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I gotta move.”
“Please do,” she gasped.
Gonzo pulled back and thrust into her slowly, drawing out the sensation. Bailey wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned when he hit exactly where she needed. “Right there,” she told him.
He swiveled his pelvis, and her eyes rolled back in her head. How did he do that? How did he hit her g-spot and her clit at the same time? That wasn’t even possible, was it? It sure as hell never had been before. It was like his body was made for hers.
Gonzo’s mouth crashed against hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, matching the movement on his hips.
She curled her hands into his hair and dug her heels into his ass as she held on, matching him stroke for stroke.
Her orgasm built. Holy shit, she’d never come from intercourse before. She hadn’t thought it was possible. Clearly it was. Needing air, she broke their kiss. “Oh my god, Gonzo,” she gasped.
“Right there with you, Bay, holy shit,” he grunted.
He grabbed her hips and the angle changed slightly. She hadn’t thought it could feel any better than it had. “Gonzo,” she groaned as an orgasm tore through her.
He continued to thrust several more times before his back tensed and he shuddered against her with his own release.
Gonzo’s hands fell from her hips and he dropped onto the mattress beside her. He chucked the condom in the trash can beside the bed, then reached out and pulled her against him.
Bailey curled into him, resting her head against his chest. Her mind raced. A direct contrast to how satiated her body felt. What was she supposed to say after he’d just destroyed any preconceived ideas she’d had about what good sex felt like?
After several seconds, he finally spoke. “Why have we not been doing that before now? Jesus, Bailey.”
Thank god, he was feeling what she was. She relaxed into him, snuggling in to get more comfortable. “No kidding. Probably a good thing we didn’t know that back in high school or we might not have graduated.”
Gonzo snorted. “No shit. I’m not sure I want to leave this bed ever again.” He reached down and grabbed her leg and pulled it over his body so she was half on top of him, half beside. “Who knew you were a snuggler after sex?” she teased.
“I’m normally not.” He kissed the top of her head. “I think you broke me.”
Bailey giggled. “You don’t sound too upset about it.”
“After that orgasm? No, I’m definitely not upset.” He sighed and pulled her tighter. After a couple minutes, his breathing leveled out and she was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep.
Should she stay? Should she go? He hated when women tried to stay over. She knew that, but was it different with her? Bailey chewed her bottom lip as all her old insecurities rushed back.
“Why can I hear you thinking?” Gonzo grumbled.
“Umm, just trying to figure out if I should go back to my bed.”
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
“But you—”
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Bay, shut up.”
How many times had she heard that from him over the years? That she complicated things that didn’t need to be complicated. Was this one of those times? It didn’t feel like it. This thing between them felt huge.
Using his strength, he shifted both of their bodies so he was spooning her from behind. “Go to sleep, Bay.”
Was he right? Did they not need to talk about it? Just because it felt huge didn’t mean it had to be complicated. Right?
Within seconds, Gonzo’s breath evened again and he snored lightly in her ear. Apparently, he thought so. Guess they could figure it out tomorrow. All she knew was right now, this felt really, really good.