31. Daire

THIRTY-ONE

daire

THE PICTURE GAVIN made lying on my bed, naked and spread out for me, was like some kind of heavenly creature I wanted to corrupt. His flushed cock rested thick and heavy on his stomach, his pale skin highlighted by the dark covers I’d tossed over my mattress earlier that day.

Jesus, he was so fucking beautiful it was difficult to tear my eyes away. But when he started to shift up my bed, I made myself, reaching for his ankle and holding him in place.

“Running away so soon?”

“No,” he said, biting into his lower lip. “Just making room for you.”

“You don’t have to move up for that.” I stroked a finger over his ankle. “You just gotta spread these apart.”

A slow, sensual smile crossed his mouth as he parted his legs and planted them flat on the mattress.

Gavin’s body was a work of fucking art as he put it on full display for my greedy eyes.

I tore at my shirt, not giving a damn if I’d be able to rebutton it in the morning. All I knew in that moment was that I wanted to be as naked as he was, and then I wanted to rub myself all over him.

My boots went next, kicked aside as I unzipped my jeans and started to shove them down my hips, and when everything was off, and I was about to move down onto the mattress⁠—

“Wait.”

I glanced down to see that Gavin had pulled a couple of pillows under his head, his eyes locked on my naked body as I straightened back to my full height.

“Give me a second to look at you.”

Damn, he surprised me at every turn. It seemed like I brought out the brave side of him, the feisty side. I already knew he liked fighting with me. So it shouldn’t have come as such a shock that he’d bring the same kind of energy when it came to fucking me.

I held my arms out to the side, letting him look his fill, and when he gestured for me to turn, I chuckled.

“Payback?”

“Not for me.” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m enjoying the hell out of this. There. Stop right there.”

I paused so that my back was to him, and directly opposite me was my reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the bathroom door. That sneaky little shit—now he had a visual of my front and back. Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“How long you been planning this moment?”

“Not long. I was inspired when you bent over to take off your jeans.”

I understood that. It was amazing what a tight ass could do for your sense of imagination. When I glanced back to the bed, I found Gavin pumping his dick in slow, rough pulls.

“Ever since I saw you in the shower, I promised myself I’d take a second to look at your tattoos while I⁠—”

“Fuck your fist?” I eyed his moving hand. “You sure you don’t want me over there while you do that?

“So impatient…” Gavin arched his hips up, thrusting his dick through his hand. “Anyone would think you’re hard up or something.”

That damn tease. I was going to destroy him when I finally got my hands on him. But for now I’d let him look his fill. After all, I’d made him do the same when I first undressed him.

“D?”

“What?” To anyone else, I would’ve sounded pissed off, but Gavin knew better.

“Come fuck me.”

It was a miracle I didn’t come right then. But somehow I managed to hold it together as I turned to see Gavin’s thighs in a wide straddle, his dick glistening with the sticky pre-cum that had been leaking all over his hand.

When I moved onto the bed this time, he didn’t stop me. Instead, his eyes pleaded for me to hurry as I shifted between his legs and batted his hand out of my way. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and lowered my head down to drag my tongue from base to tip, getting off on the taste of his salty essence.

I’d wanted to spend time here, teasing and tasting his delicious cock. But after his impromptu request, and those three words he’d just said, there was no way I would be able to draw this out. Not when all I could think about now was getting back inside him.

“Dammit, Daire.” Gavin’s hands fisted in the sheets. “If you don’t get inside me⁠—”

His words cut off with a gasp as I lowered my mouth over him, wanting one last taste before I gave him exactly what he was asking for.

Smirking, I lifted up off him and rose to my knees. “Now that’s one way to shut you up.”

He narrowed his eyes, looking like he was about to tell me off in his smartassed way, when I reached over him to grab some lube and a condom out of my nightstand.

“What?” I said as I rolled the rubber on over my throbbing dick and flipped open the bottle cap. “Nothing to say now?”

Gavin arched his hips impatiently. “Please?”

I slicked up my dick, making sure to coat my fingers, then I moved on top of him, chest to chest. Lowering my hand between his thighs, I pressed the pad of my index finger against his entrance and made slow circles. “Now’s not the time to be quiet.”

He sucked in a deep breath. “Please…”

“I’m all for begging if you fuckin’ shout it.”

His restlessness must’ve been riding him as hard as I was about to, because this time when he shoved his hips up, his shout for “more” echoed off the walls.

And because I was an obliging bastard, I pushed my finger inside him, slowly in and out, wanting him good and stretched for the hours I planned to keep him here in my bed.

I added another, spreading my digits inside him and memorizing the little gasps he made. They were so sexy that it would be a miracle if I could make this last.

Gavin lifted his head, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Give me all of you. I need it.”

Like I was able to deny him anything. Not in that moment.

And even though I knew this could set a precedent for giving him anything he wanted, I did it anyway.

I withdrew my fingers and moved back to my knees. Reaching for my cock, I lined it up with his puckered hole and took a deep breath as I pushed my way inside.

Oh…fuck.

Barely a couple inches inside him and my breath whooshed out of me like someone had slammed into my back. It wasn’t just the way he felt like ecstasy wrapped around my dick. It was the way he looked up at me, his light eyes suddenly dark, dilated with arousal.

He grasped at my hips, wanting even more and groaning softly when I gave him what he needed.

It didn’t occur to me until I was deep inside him that I never took anyone like this. Never face to face. That was too intimate, too personal. Fucking was always just a release, nothing more.

But I couldn’t stop staring at Gavin as I eased out of him and slowly pushed back in. So many emotions flickered across his face that I couldn’t keep up.

As I began thrust into him a little faster, he reached up, curling his finger around my necklace to pull me down on top of him, and I let him, let him sink his hand into my hair to keep me where he wanted me while he sucked on my tongue.

All the while I sank into him, deeper and faster, my ass clenching tight on every thrust and sweat beading my brow. Reaching between us, I fisted my hand around his cock, jacking him off in time with the drive of my hips.

“God yes,” Gavin murmured against my lips. “Fuck me harder.”

The man beneath me was no breakable thing, because with every plunge inside his body, my headboard slammed into the wall. And still he wrapped his strong legs around me so I couldn’t go anywhere.

Sweat slid down my cheek, dropping onto his, and when he licked at the spot, my balls clenched. Gavin was sexier than anything I could have dreamed up, and I knew I’d remember the sounds coming from him later, when I was alone.

I stared down at him, memorizing his flushed face, the slick hair sticking to his forehead and his parted lips, and had no idea what I’d done to deserve him. But I sure as hell was going to enjoy him.

Gavin reached over his head to grip the headboard, tightening his legs at the base of my spine, and I braced my hand by his head and brushed my lips over his.

“Holding on?”

Gavin flexed his thighs around my hips. “Do your worst.”

I sucked on his lower lip, making him moan, then started to move, driving inside of his sweet hole at a steady pace. I wanted to take him, push him toward that ultimate high where he would need something to hold on to as he fell the fuck apart.

With our eyes locked and our bodies fused, I released his dick to brace both hands by his head. His cock was making a mess all over us, and it was clear he was ready to explode with or without my hand. So instead, I’d give him the ride of his fucking life.

I curled my fingers in the covers by Gavin’s head, and he nodded at me, knowing exactly what was about to happen next.

I began a relentless rhythm, driving into him, out of control as I lost myself in the most gorgeous man I’d ever known. For the first time in my life, I wished there wasn’t a barrier between us so I could come inside him, marking him there.

“I need you.”

Gavin’s words were barely audible between us as he let out a cry, arching his back when his arousal erupted between us. The picture he made had me following him into a climax that detonated with a shout. I didn’t recognize my own voice as I pounded into him, the grip his hot hole had on me like a vise milking me for all I was worth.

The world seemed to spin on its axis, refusing to right itself until Gavin wrapped his arms around my neck, holding me tight as we both came down from the epic release.

I was breathing harder than I did after a fight, and not just from the physical effort. Something inside me felt irrevocably changed, and I wondered if it was the wall I kept up crumbling a little.

But…I’d think about that tomorrow.