30. Gavin

THIRTY

gavin

MY HAND WAS shaking as I reached for the door handle of our apartment, and I pulled it back, hesitating.

If I walked in there now, I was putting my heart on the line. It could get absolutely pulverized, ripped into tiny little pieces I wasn’t sure I’d be able to put back together again.

Daire wasn’t a safe bet. Not by any means. Yet something about him called to me in a way no one ever had before. I could see the flashes of vulnerability, the part of him that hungered for a real connection—I felt that deep down. That was why I hadn’t been able to shut the door on him, not completely. It was why I’d just left my date at the concert, feigning illness.

This could be a monumental mistake. Daire might want nothing more than another fuck, but he didn’t need me for that. He could have anyone.

Maybe, just maybe, he wanted this too.

Swallowing hard, I forced myself to turn the handle and step inside.

The lights were low, like no one was home, but Daire paced the room, running his hand through his hair. At the sound of the door opening, his head jerked up, and the sharp relief on his face had my pulse kicking up.

He’d thought I wasn’t coming.

As someone who rarely gave any fucks, he’d been worried.

I closed the door and had barely taken more than a couple of steps when he rushed toward me, sweeping me up in his arms. His mouth crashed down on mine, and just like that, I was lost, caught up in the way his hold on me tightened, not allowing even an inch to come between us, as he kissed me like he owned me. Like I’d always been his and he’d only just realized what he’d been missing.

I curled my fingers in his hair, drawing in every bit of his breath as our tongues met in fervent strokes. My head was spinning, reality not setting in, because God, this felt like a dream. Our first time together had been so quick and intense that I hadn’t gotten to explore Daire. Not the way he kissed, not the possessive way he ran his hands up and down my back. Not how thoroughly he tasted me as he cradled my head in his strong fighter hands.

“I thought you’d never get here…” he panted, pulling his mouth from mine. His eyes traced every line and feature of my face as I drew him close and rested my forehead to his.

“I was always here.” I drew a hand down and rested it over his heart, my meaning clear, even though I wasn’t brave enough to voice it.

Daire closed his eyes, smoothing his hands down to my lower back as he urged my body in close to his. The frantic kiss from seconds ago was replaced by a stamp of ownership. A hard press of his lips to mine.

“Daire?” His name was practically a moan, the physical doing its best to override the emotional. But there was something I wanted, something I’d been dreaming about, since the first time Daire kissed me right here in our apartment.

“Hmm?”

“Will you take me to your bedroom?”

His lips quirked, adding an almost boyish quality to his devilish good looks. “Sleepy?”

“Definitely not.”

Daire took my hand and began to walk backward to his room. His gaze traveled a wicked path from my head to my toes, as though I were already naked.

“Red looks good on you.”

My heart skipped at the compliment, the same one he’d given me earlier. But there was no mistaking what he meant this time as he led me into his room. He liked how I looked tonight.

“Oh yeah? So I should wear it more often?”

“I mean, you could.” Daire drew me to a stop at the end of his bed, then hooked a finger under my chin until I was looking up at him. “Or we could see how it looks on my bedroom floor.”

Daire had always had a mysterious vibe about him that was sexy. But this bad-boy charm aimed my way almost made my knees give out.

“Let’s do that.” I started to shrug out of the jacket, but Daire was impatient, peeling it off and tossing it aside. It landed in a heap in the corner of the room, and he smirked.

“Better,” he said, those dark eyes glinting dangerously as they traveled down to my lips. He couldn’t seem to help himself from brushing his mouth over mine again, and I grinned, letting him take what he wanted.

“What about this?” I reached for his hands, bringing them up to the buttons of my shirt. “Think this’ll look better on your floor?”

“Only one way to find out.” With a firm pull, he yanked my shirt from the waist of my pants and began to unbutton them from the bottom. As he made his way up, parting the material, he planted hungry kisses along my neck that set me on fire.

He blazed a trail that made my toes curl, and it was all I could do to stand upright under the magnitude of what was happening. Daire was taking his time, enjoying me, teasing my collarbone with the tip of his tongue as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. It soon joined my jacket on the floor, leaving my chest bare for his hands to roam over before his mouth followed.

I couldn’t look away when he glanced up at me with hooded eyes dark with desire. The same desire that pooled low in my stomach and between my thighs.

He flicked his tongue along one nipple, greedily sucking on the sensitive tip and making me gasp, before moving to the other and repeating the move. I squeezed the fingers I had twisted in his hair and couldn’t stop watching as his mouth covered every inch of my skin. His tongue drew a path down to my navel, where he teased a circle.

Daire’s mouth was relentless as he reached for the button of my pants and popped it open.

“Now, these,” he said, drawing down the zipper, “would definitely look better on my floor.”

A flirty grin hit my lips and I nodded. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Daire slipped his fingers inside my pants and pulled them down my legs. I toed out of my shoes, and as he helped me the rest of the way, he tossed it all aside and sat back on his heels to look up at me.

“Fuckin’ hell.” His eyes mapped every inch of me as I stood in front of him in nothing more than a red Versace thong. “You look incredible.”

I dragged my lower lip behind my teeth, the look on his face making the throb between my legs intensify.

“Turn around.” Daire’s order was gruff as he ran a rough palm over the bulge in his jeans. “I need to see the back of— Fuck me. Gavin…”

The groan that filled the room had me glancing back to see Daire’s attention fixed on the smooth curves of my ass.

“You like?”

Daire dragged his eyes up to mine, the heat in them threatening to incinerate the room as he unbuttoned his jeans. “So damn much.”

As I turned back to face him, Daire moved up to his knees, running his hands up the backs of my legs, behind my thighs, and when he reached my ass, I slid my hands back into his hair.

“You don’t think these would look good on your floor?”

“I think these look fucking phenomenal exactly where they are.” Daire pressed a kiss just beneath my navel, sucking on the taut skin there. “The building and lights outside shining on you in nothing but these… What a goddamn sight.”

His warm breath teased my impatient cock through the material holding it hostage as he glanced up at me.

“Let me enjoy them a little longer.”

I fisted my hands in his hair and drew him forward, a shiver racking my body as his lips moved over the tight fabric covering me, and he began to kiss his way up and down my rigid dick. My heart thundered as he reached the head, sucking me through the flimsy material until it was soaked through, my pre-cum making as much of a mess of the inside as he was the outside.

As he gripped my bare ass tight, I began to grind against him, looking for some kind of relief. The feel of his mouth on me was an exquisite kind of torture I’d never imagined.

“Daire…”

A rumbling growl echoed around the room as Daire lifted his head, slipped his fingers under the elastic band at my waist, and pulled it down over my ass.

“Now they can go.”

I stepped out of the thong, never more aware of how naked I was compared to Daire’s clothed self—but also fully aware that’d I’d never felt sexier.

Daire had gone quiet, so quiet you could’ve heard a pin drop, as he seemed to memorize every inch of my body. The only sign he was alive was the quiet breaths he took and his flared nostrils. He was intensely focused, and when he finally brought his attention up to my face, the expression in his eyes was full of lustful adoration.

“C’mere.” He crooked his finger, and I took the step needed to bring me within touching distance. The second I was there, he reached out and ran a hand down the side of my thigh to my knee. “Hook it over my shoulder.”

“Your—”

He added a slight pressure behind my knee. “Shoulder.”

I swallowed and reached for him, running my hands through his hair for balance as I lifted my right leg and did what he’d asked. The position put my hard-on mere inches from his face—something he was pretty damn pleased about, judging by his wicked grin.

“Now hold on.” Daire leaned forward, and the second his tongue touched the stiff length throbbing between my legs, I braced for impact.

Like flames licking over my skin, Daire drew a path up the underside of my cock with his tongue, swiping it over the head and tonguing at the weeping slit.

Oh God. It was all I could do to obey his orders and hold on like he’d said, because he’d barely put his mouth on me and already I was shaking. For a second I worried my leg wouldn’t be able to hold me up, but Daire had such a strong grip on me that there was no way he’d let me fall.

Looking up at me, he flicked his tongue along the tip before drawing me in, sucking me deep into his mouth.

I let out an incoherent curse as he took me all the way to the back of his throat—and then swallowed.

The contraction of his muscles around my cock was so intense I struggled to breathe. No way in hell was I getting this far with Daire only to blow early. I wanted him to do his worst, to ravage me in any way he wanted to.

He drew his mouth off me, and the loss of him had me impatient, wanting back inside his warm, wet heat. But then he wrapped his hand around my dick, giving it slow pulls as he licked his lips.

“Your fucking cock.” Daire groaned and sucked on my head. “So goddamn perfect. All of you…”

A shiver rolled through me, and I tightened my grip on him. He couldn’t have known the way his words affected me, but all I’d wanted was for Daire to see me. I just hadn’t realized how literally that desire would manifest.

As the urgent need for him to keep going and take me deeper slammed into me like a crashing wave, I thrust my hips forward, only for Daire to answer with a growl.

Not one of those angry, dangerous growls he gave to everyone else, but one so primal, so ravenous, that I felt in my bones that he was about to destroy me.

And I was going to love every depraved second.

Daire’s arms locked under my thighs. One second my foot was on the ground, and the next my ass was in the air as Daire stood up, holding me like I didn’t weigh anything. He threw me on the bed, and as he hovered over me, his dark eyes glittered savagely.

In the moonlight, with his hair wild from my hands in it and his tattoos like shadows across his skin, he looked every bit a man with no control. And there was nothing more on this Earth that I’d ever wanted than for him to lose it…with me.