14. Gavin

14

GAVIN

S oft lips.

Supple, cushy curves.

Hellena feels like fucking heaven in my hands.

Tastes like molten honey, sweeter still.

No matter how much we should so seriously not be doin this, I give in, completely.

Those words on her lips, the way she looked at me.

Fuck.

There's never been much to my resisting her.

After the first time we kissed, I was done.

So even when we showed up and she was a spitting image of Damon, her dad, my old mentor and best friend, I barely kept my head on straight. She's behaving just like he did in later years, closing off. Cagey. Vigilant. Cold.

Only the fucking ninja in the room kept me on point.

That Sing guy is first-class.

Those thoughts blur to the feeling of her tongue seeking mine.

We grip one another so tightly, just for a moment. Then hands are seeking, fingers popping buttons.

My shirt.

Her blouse.

Skirt.

Jeans.

Every movement is more than insistent. Demanding. Fervent.

Her breasts are practically spilling out of her pushup bra, making me fucking weak in the knees. And stiff as a rod.

Which she immediately picks up on as I press against her soft, luscious front. Her hand snakes into my shorts faster than I can blink, clutching me hard. Rough.

"Lena—"

"Shut the fuck up and take me. Now."

The growl that escapes my lips flares her eyes, blushes the skin on her chest. And I devour it, kissing and biting along her neck, her clavicle, and down.

"Hmm, Gavin…"

"How loud can we be?"

"Panic room. Back there, as loud as we want," she manages to tumble out, rushing for the bookcase, slamming her thumb down on the button, and shoving the door open.

Yanking me behind her, she kicks the door closed after me, almost losing one of her spike heeled pumps in the process. She starts to flick them off.

"No." My eyes light up, smoldering down along every inch of skin, accented by black lace at the chest, a scrap of black silk at the crotch, and thigh highs the rest of the way down. It boils my blood to see her in the tight-fitting hose, capped in sleek, shiny, leather heels. "Leave them on. All of it."

To prove my point, I turn her around, worshiping the sight of her thighs plumped up just beneath the handfuls of ass cheeks, all perked by the lingerie and straps.

I can barely contain myself as I bend her over the cot against the wall, scooping a cheek in each hand and spreading her wide for me.

I start to tug her panties down when she flexes, pinning the strap of her thong and shoving her ass into my face. "Leave those on, too."

All I can do is grin up at her as I tug that string aside, teasing the soaked skin underneath with my lips, sampling the first taste of her sex.

She tucks her knees under her, thrusting that sumptuous perfection high in the air for me, exposing her center to let me in. To let me see the strip of elegantly embroidered black, barely covering her folds.

"I'm going to ruin these…" I mutter, kissing her through the fabric.

"You'd better." Hellena gasps, shivers running down her legs.

I let my hands explore her skin, running down her legs and the sheer material of her hosiery as I tease along the edge of her thong. In seconds, my blood is pounding in my ears, my body begging me to cut to the chase.

But I've waited way too long for this.

Flipping one leg, then the other, over my shoulders, I hoist her up, burying my face between her legs and ass. She's scalding hot to the touch, drenched.

"Lift me, upside down," she moans as I drag the string aside, then my tongue straight down her middle.

With a soft chuckle, I stand, lifting her completely up, her thighs planted firmly on my shoulders, ankles hooked behind my head. Holding her in place with one arm around her torso, I keep playing my tongue along her, toying with her, circling down to flick the peak of her pleasure every now and again.

Until I feel her rip down my shorts, her nails biting into my ass.

Gripping me for stability.

Right as she takes me into her mouth, swallowing me completely.

"Oh, sweet fuck, Lena!" I groan into her center, ecstasy pulsing through my core, up my spine. Her lips are silky soft and slick, bobbing up and down on my cock.

I've never felt anything like it, holding her upside down, our bodies flexed, straining.

I've never been so fucking turned on in my life. The only thing I can do is burrow my tongue into her, tasting her salty sweet on my tongue, driving it into her and devouring her.

Hellena lets out a soft, humming moan, over and over again as she gulps me down. If she keeps this up, I won't last another minute.

And I don't want her to pass out…

Spinning, I drop back onto the cot, keeping her exactly where I want her with brute strength, lying back without ever letting up on her clit.

Only now, from this angle, I can use both hands to spread her apart. And I waste no time pressing my lips to her apex, swirling my tongue into a frenzy of fluttering, all while sampling the sensation of her opening with one finger, then a second.

Varying my pace and pressure, I slip one inside, curling it to hit that spot I know will drive her over the edge. Over and over, I arc around it, pushing in a little deeper, letting her pleasure build in waves.

That focus distracts me from what she's been doing the whole time, pumping me nonstop with her fist, squeezing me tight to keep me from unwinding while sucking on the head of my cock like a villain.

It only makes me double down, alternating between sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue, hammering my finger into her softly, rapidly. Her back arches.

Her legs tighten.

Her plump, full ass cheeks start to quiver.

Just before she starts to breathe hard through her nose, taking me all the way into her throat again. Every moan vibrates straight through me as she rides out her first climax.

Rotating her hips, grinding her heavenly soft and soaked sex down onto my face.

I could go on like that for hours.

But I know we don't have time.

And I can't wait to be inside her any longer.

Lifting her effortlessly off me, I scoop her close, positioning her over me. Hellena licks her lips, dragging one thumb down mine and sampling her own sex off my mouth.

"Fuck that's hot," I growl. She dives in for a deep, tongue lashing kiss before I can finish the words.

"Not as hot as this," she whispers, pulling her thong aside and setting my head just inside her entrance. Holding herself aloft, she gyrates her middle, rocking back, then forth. The effect is absolutely torturous.

My hips arch off the bed instinctively, trying to get more, feel more of her.

And when I can't reach, can't take it anymore…

She rams down onto me, slamming me into the cot.

And ramming me fully inside her, the velvet grip clenched around my shaft like heaven incarnate.

Filling her up is everything.

It's all I can feel, her walls consuming my every sensation.

It's the only place that I long to be.

The first stroke is long, languid, dragging her blushing breasts up my chest and into my face. Then back down, just as hard and purposefully.

My fingers swoop under her, lifting again, dropping her back down.

Harder. Faster.

Hellena wraps her arms around my neck, pillowing my face in her chest, all while using the leverage of my shoulders to pound up and down on top of me.

It's rough, insistent. Filled with so much need.

Shoving me back against the wall, she readjusts her feet, planting them on either side of me.

"Holy…" I press my back into the cool cement, tensing my core to brace against the onslaught of her bouncing.

She plants her palms on my abs, supporting herself, and I intertwine my fingers behind her head, threading them through her hair and tugging, pulling with just enough force to sting and guiding her up and down.

Deeper.

More forcefully.

Her ass slaps down over and over, the dripping slick of her pleasure pooling between us.

It's fucking game over.

Both of us feel it coming soon, our every muscle flexed for release.

Two fingers flip her bra clasp, dropping the lacy cups to my chest, tossing it to the side.

"Oh, yes…" I rumble, craning my neck to take one nipple, then more, into my mouth.

"Yes… Gavin!" Hellena throws her head back, her cry rising to a scream.

"Don't you dare stop," I moan.

"Fuck me harder. Till I can't think straight. Fuck me till I can't walk!" she growls into my ear.

Raising my hips in response, I hammer up into her, matching her stroke for stroke.

"Mmm, come all over me, Lena… right now… "

"Fill me up… make me?—"

Our shouts echo out in sync, filling the room with the sweet rhythm of our voices and the drum beat of her thighs and butt against my lap. Hers starts right before mine.

"Come with me!" she cries, right before she bites down on my neck, so hard. Hard enough to draw blood. And it sends me into oblivion.

One last time, she slams down, clamping her legs together around me, pulsating around my shaft, shaking like a fucking earthquake, roiling those hips in a tight loop to grind me into her core.

Making me spill every ounce of my lust and love for her deep inside.

We stay there for minutes, riding out the aftershocks.

Another shiver ripples across her sweat dampened skin as I flex, sending her into a softer, gasping orgasm. Then another, and I'm still rock hard inside her.

The rest of me is slack, exhausted.

Fulfilled.

"How do we top our best every single time?"

"I think you might be biased," she hums into my neck, scraping nails along the back of my head.

"Definitely."

"I needed that. You have no idea."

"I think I have some idea."

A beep on the panel by the door has her tensing, sitting up and off me.

Leaving me a hot mess on the cot.

Fucking. Hot.

"Miss Michaels, call for you," one of her minions clips over the mic.

"Be right there," she replies, turning back toward me and looking for her clothes.

Before she can lay a hand on her skirt, I'm off the bed, pinning her to the door. "One last time…"

"One last kiss, maybe. I gotta go."

"I guess I'll settle for what I can get."

The kiss is slow, searching, soft and mingled with the taste of our sex.

I definitely understand why those junkies are wild for more Devo. I feel the same way about her.

A quick clean-up later, we're stepping into the much cooler office. And her walls go right back up, that icy fa?ade she wore when I arrived locking back into place.

"From now on, you'll report back to me. We'll get you a room in the guesthouse." Hellena touches up her makeup in a hand mirror.

"What are you playing at here, Hellena?" I sniff, feeling dismissed. A little cheap, suddenly.

"I'm not playing at anything."

"Feels like a game. One where I don't know the rules, and you are going to get yourself killed."

"If it is a game, the stakes are just that high."

"Don't you think I know that? Marco. The Ghosts. They're all trying to kill us."

"And I am in this to the death, Gav. I am doing the best I can to find a way through, to keep all of us alive. So I need…"

"You need to get away from this ?—"

"No! I need you to fucking trust me."

It slaps me in the face and cuts deep. Mostly, the look on her face, like I hurt her so much worse by not giving her the benefit of the doubt.

"Hell, I'm sorry. I do."

"I know you do, in theory. But you need to live it. Now."

Just like that, I see it. The sharp, confident woman I've always known is there.

And the unwavering resolve that she got from her dad.

She's taking the lead.

Truly.

To make the calls that no one else can, from a position that she sacrificed way too much to get into.

Exactly what we encouraged her to do before.

Just not how I saw it playing out.

"Just… be careful not to push the people you love past the breaking point." I look at the door, insinuating her spat with Ora.

"Ora is cut from the same cloth. She knows what this is."

And I can see just how badly she wants to believe that.

"I don't think I do. Let me in. Let me help."

"You're here. That's enough." Her expression closes off again, the rift between us yawning.

I start toward the door to let her answer the phone when she stops me.

"Gavin. Where's Evan?"

Her words are tight, her control adamant.

"I wondered when you were going to ask."

Hellena glares at me, gripping the edge of the desk. "I couldn't. Not with all of them here."

"Who? You mean your friends? Your family?"

"You've never lied to me, Gav. And you're the only one who can help me keep it together. So tell me. Now."

"He's gone, Hell. I lost him in the flood."

Her legs give out, dropping her to her office chair.

I start to explain, to open up to her, to share the gaping, bloody wound in my own heart. But the door opens, admitting one of her apes.

"Uh, Marco's said to call him back. Like, yesterday." He eyes me suspiciously.

Hellena nods once, standing and walking to the door, holding it open for me.

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Jay will show you where you'll be staying. Jay, give him a rundown of the compound. Let him give you pointers on what to look out for with the Holy Ghosts."

And she slams that door right in my face.