Chapter Thirty-Seven #3
“I won’t be if you don’t start moving,” I say with a smirk as I smack his ass hard enough, causing Gavin to do a deep stroke that steals the air from my lungs.
He’s filling me and stretching me in a way that tells me he was made for me.
For just a moment, we just stay like that, locked together, letting the feeling wash over us. Then, he begins to move.
The slow, deliberate pace shatters. This isn't gentle.
This is a claim. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back into me, the force of it pushing me deep into the seat.
The sound of our bodies meeting, a wet, slapping rhythm, is obscene and perfect, mingling with the steady beat of the music.
My nails dig into his shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt, holding on as he sets a punishing, relentless pace.
Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, a sharp, primal grunt escaping his lips with every impact.
The car rocks with us, a tiny vessel in the vast darkness, the only light the soft glow painting his face in shades of blue and white.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls, his voice a raw, ragged thing. He shifts his angle slightly, and the head of his cock brushes against that sensitive spot deep inside. I cry out, a sharp, high-pitched sound that seems to spur him on. "Yeah? Right there Любовь?”
He does it again, and again, targeting that spot with unerring accuracy.
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, a white-hot heat that builds and builds at the base of my spine.
I can feel another orgasm coiling deep within me, tighter and more powerful than the last. "Gavin," I gasp, his name a prayer on my lips. "I'm... I'm gonna come."
"Not without me," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
In one fluid, powerful motion, he pulls out of me and flips me over.
My hands fly out to brace myself against the door and the back of the seat as he pulls my hips up, positioning me on my hands and knees in the cramped space. The new angle is immediately intense.
He enters me from behind, one hand gripping my hip so tightly I know I'll have bruises tomorrow, the other tangled in my ponytail, pulling my head back just enough.
"I want to feel you come on my cock this time," he rasps, his breath hot against my ear.
"I want to feel you milk me dry." His words are filthy, and they send a jolt straight through me.
He drives into me, deeper than before, his balls slamming against me.
The hand on my hip slides around, his fingers start rubbing my clit again, strumming it in time with his thrusts.
The dual stimulation is too much. The coil inside me snaps, and my vision explodes in a shower of stars.
My orgasm rips through me, violent and all-consuming.
My walls clamp down around him, a rhythmic clenching that I can feel from my toes to the tips of my hair.
I scream his name, a raw, broken sound that is swallowed by the night.
He fucks me through it, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing their rhythm.
"Fuck, Juni," he groans, his grip tightening.
"I'm gonna... ah, fuckkkk..." With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, and I feel him pulse, a hot flood of warmth that fills me.
He collapses against my back, his body slick with sweat, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
We're both panting, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.
For a long time, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the soft, melancholic notes of a song as it fades out.
The world slowly comes back into focus: the cool seat against my cheek, the distant chirp of a cricket, the steady, reassuring beat of his heart against my back.
He presses a soft, gentle kiss to my shoulder, a stark contrast to the brutal passion of moments before.
"Stay with me," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Just for a minute."
I close my eyes, a content sigh escaping me.
In the quiet darkness of his car, with the scent of him and sex and the forest all around me, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. “Такая чертовски хорошая девушка для меня.” ‘Such a fucking good girl for me,’ He says, grabbing my chin and angling it so he can kiss me deeply. Then it’s like the light from the stereo and the moon just go out, sending us into pure darkness.
Sandalwood floods my scenes as I feel a rough, calloused thumb lightly caress my hand.
I open my eyes the best I can. I can tell I’m in a hospital room.
There is annoying beeping to my left. I slightly turn my head and find Gavin resting his head next to my hip while he’s caressing my hand.
It only takes a moment for his eyes to land on mine.
“Gavin? Why am I here?” Panic starts to set in. “Where is Reece?”
“Don’t worry about him, Любовь. He’s not going to live much longer for it to be any concern of yours,” he says with a smirk as he kisses my hand.
“What were you dreaming of, Любовь? You said my name a few different times… every time your heart rate went up a little more?”
Blushing as I look into his eyes and say, “Our first night together at Bear Creek Park…”
“That explains the heart rate spikes,” he says as he chuckles and then winks.