Chapter 27 – Alexis
27
Houdini
Alexis
BEING SHORT HAS its disadvantages, but it also has its perks. Like how it forces you to be a good climber. I never filed that under the perk category before, but it’s there now, because it prepared me for Gavin.
And he is one hell of a jungle gym.
Between leverage, years of practice, and sheer determination, I manage to arrange myself so we’re eye to eye, my ass perched on the edge of the counter and my thighs hooked tight at his waist.
Gavin’s voice is hoarse when he asks, “Right here?” He glances at the dishes lined down the granite next to me. “In front of Granny D’s meatloaf?”
I grab at his T-shirt, more desperate to fuck than I have ever been in my whole life. “Right here in front of Granny D’s meatloaf.”
I don’t think she would mind. In fact, in light of all the new information I’ve recently gathered regarding my grandmother and her obvious affection for the man still gaping at me, I think she would wholeheartedly approve.
Gavin still hesitates. That’s fine. It gives me more time to get my hands on as much of him as possible. Shoving his shirt higher, I tighten my legs so I can keep my balance, using him to stay steady as I bark out another demand. “Lift your arms.”
Gavin does as I ask, but before his shirt even hits the floor, he’s gripping me tight, one arm at my back and one hand planted against my ass as he pulls me off the counter. “I can’t fuck you with that meatloaf staring at me, Al.” He turns, completely unhindered by my added weight as he carries me out of the kitchen.
The ease with which he supports me is just as hot as everything else about him, and it only works me into more of a frenzy. I tangle my hands in his hair, rubbing myself against him as I suck on the spot where his neck and shoulder meet, raking my teeth over his skin.
A sharp slap hits my ass cheek, making me gasp as it reverberates between my thighs.
“ Behave .” Gavin’s request is clipped and commanding.
And—like everything else he seems to do—it amps up my lust exponentially.
I lean back, knowing he won’t let me fall as I run a hand down his chest. “Why?”
Gavin growls when I tweak his nipple, eyes dark as they flash to my face. “You know why, Al.”
He’s right. I do know why, and it’s a heady feeling—seeing the way I affect him.
Gavin. My brother’s irritating best friend and rugby’s biggest star. The man who uses my grandma’s recipes and remembers what my Christmas scarf looks like. The guy who takes in stray iguanas and feral cats.
Never in a million years would I have expected to be here now.
Falling for him.
Literally.
Because a second later, I’m sailing through the air, tossed onto his bed like I weigh nothing. My body is still bouncing from the impact when he crawls over me, big and broad and looking a little feral himself.
Because of me.
“I think you like trying to make me mess up your clothes, Al.” Gavin grips the bottom of my hoodie and starts pulling it up, but I get tangled and I’m not in the mood for delays.
I lean up a little so I can wrestle the sweatshirt off, then I fall back against the blankets, ready to pick up where we left off.
But Gavin goes still, his eyes dragging over my chest. I take that as a hint to get rid of the T-shirt too, so I grab it next, desperate to get naked and stuffed full of his cock. I’m ready to have Gavin as close as I can get him. I’m ready to know how good sex can really be, and there’s not a doubt in my mind he can show me.
“Don’t you dare take that off.” One big hand grabs the front of the T-shirt, stopping me from peeling it away. A deep sound rumbles through his chest as he continues staring. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
I swallow hard. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal when I put it on. Figured Gavin probably wouldn’t even notice it.
I was wrong.
“You left it at my apartment so I figured it was fair game.”
And by ‘left it’, I mean I’d hidden it away after he walked out Christmas morning. When I saw it in my closet as I was getting ready to come over here, I couldn’t stop myself from picking it up and tugging it over my head. “You can have it back.”
“I don’t want it back.” He almost sounds angry. “I want you to wear it every fucking night.” Gavin’s eyes come to my face. “While you’re sleeping next to me.”
“Oh.” All the air rushes from my lungs on the single syllable.
“Yeah. Oh .” Gavin’s expression hardens even more. “I’ve spent years making sure I never wanted anyone, Al. Making sure I’d never end up proving I’m like my dad.” His dark gaze slides down my body. “And now I can’t stop myself from trying to get everything I can from you.” The set of his jaw softens the smallest bit. “From trying to give everything I can to you.”
I can’t pretend I don’t like what I’m hearing—the blatant way he lays out what he wants—even if it looks like the revelation makes him anything but happy. I want to ease a little of the worry drawing a line between his brows. A little of the self-doubt I don’t want to taint this moment. Now would be a great time to make a joke. Lighten the mood.
Swallowing hard, I try my best to bring a teasing tone to my next words. “I know something you can give me.” Instead of coming out the way I intended, the sentence is laced with suggestion. And maybe a little impatience.
Gavin’s head tips back as his eyes snap to mine. Surprise lifts his brows as one corner of his full lips tilts up. “Yeah?” His large frame settles over mine. “What’s that?”
My mouth goes dry because I think he’s expecting me to follow up my little foray into dirty talk, and I’m probably going to be just as terrible at that as I am at teasing and sarcasm.
But what’s the worst that could happen? I suck? Who cares? It’s not like it’ll ruin his outfit.
Taking a deep breath, I dig around my brain for all the less than chaste thoughts I’ve had about Gavin recently, then I lift one hand, tracing his lips with a finger. “You can give me your mouth.” I slide down, drawing a line over his chin, along his neck, past his chest, lower until I cup the hard line of his length. “And you can give me your dick.” I give it a little stroke through his jeans, my breath hitching when his nostrils flare.
It’s enough to keep me going. Keep the words flowing from my increasingly filthy mouth.
“I want you to be so deep inside me you might not get back out.” My thighs clench. “Can you do that for me?”
Gavin’s hand grips my hip, fingers sinking into my softness as he groans. “Fuck, Al. You could have eased me into that shit.”
I open my mouth, ready to keep going. Ready to get more of the endorphin rush that comes with seeing the effect I have on him. Instead, Gavin leans in and catches my lower lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle nip, pulling just a little before releasing it.
“I think that’s enough of that.” His hand slides from my hip to my waist, continuing its upward trajectory. “For now.”
I pout, disappointed. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m planning to change that opinion.” The width of his palm slides under the baggy cotton of the T-shirt he wouldn’t let me take off. “A few times.”
I suck in a breath as his calloused hand tickles against my belly. “That will be tricky if you won’t let me take my clothes off.”
“I didn’t say your clothes weren’t coming off.” His hand changes trajectory, sliding behind my back to deftly unhook my bra, the soft squishiness of his luxurious mattress giving him more than enough wiggle room to slide it free. “Just the shirt.” In a move I didn’t think men understood, Gavin reaches into the armholes of my—his—shirt, sliding the straps down before tugging the entire garment through one. He flashes me a grin and a wiggle of his dark brows as he tosses it away.
“Impressive.” I can’t help but return his grin. “You’re like Houdini.”
Gavin’s smile widens. “Wait till you see what else I can do.”
I lift my brows. “How long do I have to wait, because I feel like I gave you very specific directions forever ago and your dick is still in your pants.”
“You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Gavin’s voice lowers, but still carries a teasing edge. “Probably because you’ve been thinking about this since high school.”
I shoot him a glare. “I never should have told you that.”
Gavin chuckles, the sound deep and rich. “It’s only fair I get something to hold over your head since you’re never gonna let me live down ruining your Christmas dress.”
“Let’s make a deal. I promise to stop bringing it up if you promise to hurry up and ruin more of me.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever asked for sex in my life. With Hugo, it was just what we did. A natural development of a long term relationship. It wasn’t that I felt obligated, I just never felt eager. Not like I do now.
Gavin doesn’t hesitate. “Deal.” His big hands hook into the waist of my joggers, dragging them and my panties down in one quick move, whisking away both—along with my socks and slip-on shoes—before dumping it all over the side of the bed. Then, before I can fully process what’s coming, he grips me behind the knees, spreads my legs wide, and plants his mouth right between them.
Like he’s starving.
The shock of the wet heat of his mouth sends me arching off the bed, gasping as the tip of his tongue flicks my clit in that teasing motion that drives me freaking wild.
Gavin works me up fast, but to be fair, I was already halfway there anyway. In what feels like seconds, I’m coming, writhing against his blankets and grabbing at his hair.
Before I’ve even fully come down, he’s kissing his way up my body, wet lips sliding over my belly as he shoves up my T-shirt, baring my tits. He sucks one nipple hard, movements jerky as he frees himself from his jeans and briefs with one hand, kicking them away almost violently.
Gavin releases my breast, the wide width of his body spreading my thighs even more as he settles between them. His teeth drag across the lobe of my ear, voice ragged as he says, “I know that was fast, Al. I just don’t think I can wait anymore to feel how tight you’re gonna squeeze my dick.”
My earlier orgasm dulled the flames licking across my skin, but they flare right back to life at his admission. I totally understand the appeal of dirty talk now, and Gavin seemed to like when I did it earlier, so I decide to do a little more myself.
“I can’t wait either.” My breathing quickens as he reaches to grab a condom from his nightstand, aggressively tearing the packet before fisting it down his substantial length. “Your dick is going to feel so good. It’s going to fill me so full.” I wiggle around, impatience and need making it hard to stay still. “I’m going to come so hard it will ruin me. I won’t want anyone else but you.”
Gavin’s eyes snap to my face as he notches the flared head of his cock against me. “Say that again.”
“I won’t want anyone but you.” It’s too easy to say and even easier to think.
Gavin catches one of my hands with his, lacing our fingers together before pressing them against the pillows above my head. “Again.”
The intensity in his stare is doing all sorts of crazy things to my insides, and I can’t stop myself from minorly adjusting the words. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
“Good.” Gavin’s nostrils flare as he finds my other hand, joining our fingers like before then lifting it to the pillows. “I plan to keep it that way.”
His eyes fuse to mine as he presses into me slowly. He’s maddeningly careful, and part of me wants to tell him to just get it in there already. I’m not breakable.
But a bigger part of me wants this moment to drag out. Wants to commit every second to memory. Wants to soak it all in.
Because I can’t help but feel like this is something big. Possibly monumental. That it might change everything. Not just for Gavin, but for me.
When he’s finally fully seated, Gavin lets out a long, ragged breath as his forehead drops to mine, eyes tightly shut. He stays like that as the seconds tick by, face taunt, body strung with tension.
I want him to move. Need him to shift just a little, because I feel like I’ve been pinned to a corkboard. “Gavin, I—”
“Stop wiggling, Al.” One hand releases mine to grip my hip, holding me still. “I just need a minute.”
My skin flushes, but not in embarrassment. “What’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong.” He grits the words out, lids finally lifting to meet my gaze. “I don’t want this to be a Christmas party repeat.”
His confirmation of my suspicions has the air rushing from my lungs. “Oh.” My eyes drop down to where our bodies are joined, and I can’t stop myself from asking. “Does this happen a lot?”
Gavin’s lips quirk, like he’s amused instead of insulted by my question. “Are you asking if I’m normally a two-pump chump?” He shakes his head, not waiting for my answer. “No. Not even close.” He leans in, rubbing his nose against mine. “You seem to bring out the best in me.”
I can’t put into words how much I like what he’s saying. What it does to me to hear what I do to him. It makes me realize everything actually changed a long time ago. Not tonight. Nothing was ever going to be the same between us from the second he walked into my old playhouse. “Then stop worrying about it.” I hook my legs around his, trying to encourage him. “I don’t mind.”
Gavin’s eyes narrow. “I mind. I’m not getting off unless you get off with me.”
His heart’s in the right place and I very much appreciate it, but— “That’s an awful lot of pressure put on yourself, big guy.”
Gavin’s serious expression holds. “I’m used to playing under pressure, Al.” He inhales deeply. “I just need a second.” He lets the breath out and then finally starts to move.
And barely makes it through one stroke before he goes still again.
I roll my eyes, because this is kind of ridiculous. “Stubborn man.” Bringing my free hand between our bodies, I slick my fingers alongside my clit. “Let me help.”
Gavin’s eyes drop to where I touch myself, and he lets out a low growl. “Fuck, Al.” He pushes up so he can have a better view. “I’m not sure if you’re helping or hurting.”
Since the only boyfriend I had never managed to get me off, I’m well practiced in the art of self-pleasure, so I’m already breathless and throbbing. “Do you want me to stop?”
Gavin doesn’t look at me, but his grip on my hip tightens. “I didn’t say that.”
“That’s good, because I wasn’t planning to.” I move away from my clit for just a second, sliding back to feel where I’m stretched tight around the thickness of his cock. “Holy shit.” I trace around our joined bodies. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“You like that?” Gavin’s hand moves from my hip, taking over the task I abandoned, his thumb gently strumming. “You like feeling how well you take me?” His eyes stay fused to where my hand and his are side-by-side. “It’s like I was fucking made for you.”
Why is it so sexy that he said it that way? Not that I was made for him.
He was made for me .
The hand above my head clenches his, gripping tight as his words and touch ripple through me, pushing me closer to a peak I didn’t think was possible. “Gavin.” His name rushes through my lips as his thumb sends me faster and faster toward the edge.
“That’s right, Al.” His body rocks into mine, each stroke slow and purposeful. “It’s me.” Gavin’s dark gaze lifts to rest on mine. “It’s always gonna be me.”
The moment steals my breath. The strength of his hand in mine. The possessive look in his eyes. The feel of his cock deep inside me. It’s too much.
And yet exactly enough.
The orgasm he refused to deny slams into me, ripping a wail from my throat as every muscle I have clenches tight.
Gavin groans but doesn’t look away from my face. “That’s it, Al. Milk me dry with that perfect little pussy.”
Is it possible to come while coming? I vote yes, because I swear a second jolt flashes through my insides, stealing another savage sound from me.
I’m so wrapped up in what’s happening to me, that I barely notice when Gavin buries himself to the hilt, sealing our bodies together as my name passes through his lips.
When my senses decide to return to the premises, our faces are still aligned. Our hands are still entwined. I’m still full of Gavin and he’s still staring at me.
A hint of awkwardness—and maybe a little worry—tries to creep in. I came into this knowing who Gavin was. His history with women. I was fine with it. But somewhere along the way I started to think this would be different. That I was different.
Maybe I’m not. Maybe he can’t get over the fears he has about his dad’s influence. Maybe this will be the end. Maybe—
“I think we need to discuss something, Al.” Gavin’s words stab into my aching heart.
Is this it already? While we’re still naked and pressed against each other? While we’re—
“I meant it when I said no one but me.” He brushes a kiss against my lips. “Because from now on, it’s no one but you.”