Fast break, p.10
Fast Break, page 10
part #4 of Courting Love Series
My eyes follow the course his hands take as they drop to his fly and unbuttons his shorts, catching my interested gaze as he unzips.
“Don’t worry, Kitty. You’ll get what you’re looking for if you’re a good girl. Now, do as I say and go into my bedroom. Take your shirt off, leave your panties on and lay down on my bed. On your stomach, ass up so I can see it.”
Oh my God, this is so hot. He’s so bossy. I freaking love it.
I also love that he’s given me a nickname, which no one ever has before. I’m not certain how he came up with it, but it’s personal and makes me feel like a sex kitten. The commanding way he told me what to do and where he wants me sends explosive ribbons of excitement through my veins.
Any other time, or for any other reason, I would do the exact opposite of what someone commanded me to do. Call it my quirk, or obstinacy, or whatever.
My stubborn streak probably stems from being the middle child between two other perfect human beings. I could never compare.
If I saw a shrink, they’d probably say it’s some intrinsic desire to prove that I won’t concede to anyone else or be pushed into something I’m not. I am who I am, unapologetically, and I won’t do, say or be whatever they want me to be.
But in a sexual encounter, with the tingle of Gavin’s hot breath still on my belly, and the lingering touch his fingertips, I decide I want to comply with his commands. Just this once, I want to dismiss my need to control the situation and just enjoy the pleasure of letting go. Let him do whatever he damn well wants with me.
Because I’m in. I’m already in deeper than I wanted.
My body shudders with need, as I scoot to the middle of the bed, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side where it lands on the floor. Lying back down, my fingers to stroke the skin of my bare stomach, knowing they’ll be replaced by much rougher and bigger hands that will do wicked things to me.
My hand travels lower, just briefly exploring the spot where Gavin’s mouth had just been. Where he’d eaten me through my panties and gotten me excited and wet.
My exploration and thoughts are halted when Gavin steps through the doorway, his eyes landing on my hand between my legs.
His gaze is dark and heavy with arousal. “I told you to be on your stomach.”
My throat constricts tight as I try to swallow. It’s a thrill to be caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to do and possibly being punished for it. Excitement zaps through me and I can’t hide the smile that splits wide open.
“I was getting there,” I bravely admit, pushing myself up onto my elbows but not yet turning over onto my stomach.
Gavin stalks toward the bed, the orchestrated beauty of his tattooed skin and muscular abs sending a chorus of lust between my legs.
He drags a thumb up to his parted lips, holding it there as if in concentration, pinning me with his gaze. “Good girls do what they’re told. Are you a good girl, Kady? Or a bad girl?”
Holy shit. I’m bad. Very, very bad.
Drawing in a deep breath, I flip over and try to conceal my grin in the duvet when I hear him groan loudly with pleasure. I make sure to press my knees into the mattress and lift my ass a little higher. I’m naked and exposed in the best way possible, except for my thong that’s practically burning to ash from the fire in his stare.
There’s several silent moments, where I don’t know what Gavin’s doing. I become inpatient, and turn my head curiously over my shoulder to see what’s going on. Gavin is down to his tight briefs that cling to the thick, ropey muscles of his thighs and accentuate his extremely impressive erection.
My face and body flush as I watch him palm his cock, his hand dragging along the hard shape hidden just beneath the material. His eyes are closed in a painful expression, as if he’s trying to endure the situation and regain his composure. Every time his hand moves, I get a peek at the shiny tip of his cock that pokes through the top of his shorts.
When I walked by his room earlier today and witnessed him masturbating, I only caught a quick glimpse at his dick. But even from afar, through only a slit in the doorway, I could tell it was big. And I knew then he was bigger than any other guy I’ve been with.
My legs clench involuntarily in anticipation of what he’ll feel like inside me, his ripped naked body flush against mine. All the hardness that belongs to Gavin.
His eyes open and lock with mine, neither of us blinking or making any movement. But my hand has a mind of its own as I reach underneath my body, lifting my hips just slightly, and slide my fingers over the wet panel of my panties. I moan at the same time he growls.
“Kitty, you’re killing me…”
I smile at the knowledge that I’ve turned him on just by my actions and no touch. It’s like my own mini-superpower. It gives me confidence when I lack it in everything else I do.
He slowly pries his lids open and the corners of his mouth drag into a slow, sensual, predator smile.
“Gavin,” I implore. “Please come here.”
As if some invisible curtain falls between us, Gavin drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and hovers over my back.
“I’m here. Now what do you want me to do to you?”
His tongue glides along my spine, mapping his way from the elastic of my panties to the base of my neck. Hot, heavy and sensual. My body responds with goosebumps that spread and fan out over my burning flesh.
He nips, kisses, skims over my skin with a light flutter of his nose and fingers. I suck in a breath each time he hits a sensitive spot. I buck when his hands find my breasts and he squeezes. I bend my head so I can watch as he plucks the pebbled nubs and then pinches hard.
Gasping loudly, I rear back into his erection now positioned between my ass cheeks. We’re both still wearing our underwear but I can feel him twitch against me and I can’t wait to feel his solid, pulsing cock inside me. He holds himself still; doesn’t thrust or push. Just waits patiently. It’s both exhilarating and erotic. But I’m losing my mind. I want him inside me.
My fists white-knuckle the bed comforter. “Gavin, please…I want you to fuck me.”
“I am going to fuck you, Kitty,” he emphasizes with a bite on my shoulder blade, followed by the lap of his tongue across the stinging flesh. “I’m just trying to decide how…”
“You don’t know how?” I can’t help but make a joke and giggle at my hilarity.
And then…smack.
His large palm lands on my ass and I’m so startled my head lands forward on the pillow.
My moan, even muffled by the feathered pillow, is loud and suggestive.
His fingers trace the reddened mark on my cheek, soothing away the pain.
“You were saying?”
I try this again, stammering slightly. “I…I don’t care. However you want. Just do it.”
He grinds against me roughly, practically pushing me head first into the mattress. I reach out to the wobbly headboard and grab hold, my head lifting from the pillow.
He snickers. “Like that?”
Glancing over my shoulder I raise my brow to prove my point, gritting my response through my teeth. “Yes. Just like that.”
I’m not picky on positions – I generally like them all - as long as my needs are met and I get a nice orgasm out of the deal.
Most guys my age are terrible lovers, centered only on their own release and satisfaction. Something tells me, though, that Gavin isn’t just a one-track mind. I’d say it’s fair to say he’ll be a generous lover and will give me the ride of my life.
This is confirmed when his fingers burrow underneath my panties at the sides of my hips and he slides them down past my knees, as far as they can go in this position.
“Lift,” he commands, gently pushing my knee up and removing the material from my legs. “Now spread.”
He taps the insides of my thighs with the back of his hands and I comply. I’m on my knees with my legs spread as far as feasible, bent at the hips with my hands gripping the headboard in front of me. I’m completely exposed as Gavin kneels behind me.
Gavin positions himself on his back, face up toward me underneath my bent legs. His eyes stare up into my own and he wears a wicked grin, telling me of all the naughty things he’s going to do, without even saying a word. I return those sentiments with a mirrored smile.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for days. All I smell is peaches wherever you’ve been. It’s been driving me crazy.”
His mouth covers me where the wetness has pooled between my thighs and his tongue darts out and licks a stripe up my center.
“Oh God,” I manage, my knuckles tightening on the headboard upon first contact.
He continues this pattern for a few rounds - licking, nipping, blowing, biting - while his hands fondle my ass cheeks, molding the mounds of flesh there. We moan and groan together, as I writhe wantonly against his mouth.
It feels unreal and drives me closer to the edge of reason with every swipe and swirl of his tongue, the varied pressure of his mouth against my most sensitive part.
Gavin stops for a moment with a serious expression. “Can you come like this?”
While it is the best feeling in the world, I need something more. I just don’t know what.
“Maybe…not sure.”
When I don’t immediately answer, he flips me over and onto my back, my head landing on a pillow underneath and his body stretched out next to me.
Taking this position and the opportunity it presents, I skate my hand down his long body, over the ridges and valley of his rippled abs, until my fingers hover at the waistband of his briefs.
“Do I get to play, too?” I tease, running my palm over the imposing length. His sensitive cock jerks from the pressure.
He breathes heavily, just as he did earlier this afternoon when I walked out of the bathroom to catch him with his hand on his cock. His eyes were hooded and dark with lust, his tatted chest heaving.
Gavin playfully bats my hand away and I whine, once again not getting my way. “Not yet. I got more work to do.”
Before he moves down my body, he pulls me in for a long, lingering kiss. He tastes of Peroni beer, toothpaste and me. His wet lips devour mine, his tongue sweeping in and out, sending need coiling low in my belly.
As we continue the kiss, passion spilling over us, Gavin slides on top of me and I spread my legs to accommodate the width of his large frame. He’s big and hot. A low groan escapes his throat as his cock sits heavy at my center.
I want him to move, to give me something now that he’s where I want him to be. I squirm underneath him hoping to insight action. But he remains still, hovering over me, his heart hammering against my breasts. Thump, thump, thump.
His lips take up residence at my neck, the rough texture of his short beard scraping deliciously at the sensitive skin there, reminding me how good it felt between my legs.
“I want to make you feel good,” he confirms in a low and rough voice, as if telling himself of his plans.
I respond by grabbing hold of his jaw and pulling his face to mine, planting a hard kiss on his lips. “Me, too.”
“Tell me what you like.”
Without saying a word, I smile and gently push his face away from me and down my body. His mouth traverses the valley between my breasts, sucking in a nipple one at a time as my muscles contract deep within my body at the pleasure he brings.
Making his way down my abdomen, he scoots his massive body to the end of the bed, his feet and legs dangling off the mattress. He palms my ankles and yanks me toward him so I’m once again centered at his mouth. My muscles practically seize up when his lips land between my legs and he sucks me in. His bearded chin rubs over my clit and I convulse with pleasuring ripples down my center. The scratchy texture sends my hips shooting skyward, his warm breath fanning across my mound.
A large palm lands heavy on my pelvis, pinning me down, as his other hand works between my legs. Gavin looks up under hooded eyes as his fingers breach my body’s entrance. He pushes in as his gaze rakes over me appreciatively.
I stiffen and relax, allowing my body to adjust as his large fingers impale me. I’m so very wet and slick, and I know he feels it too. He adds another and I fist the blanket in my hands, my head thrashing side to side in pleasure. I rock into him, his mouth returning to the one-one punch combo.
“Gavin…oh shit…that feels so good,” I sputter, feeling the powerful build of sensation in my spine.
He continues pumping, his mouth clamped over my clit, and then one of his long digits curves upward as it rotates inside me, hitting something like the launch button at Cape Canaveral. My belly tightens, my limbs achy and hot as a shot of white-hot pleasure erupts inside me.
I cry out in surrender, possibly screaming his name, repeatedly, as waves of pleasure crest through my body. My heart beats so hard it might smash through my ribs.
When the tremors recede, I lift my head a little shakily and find Gavin still planting wet kisses along my inner thigh. He catches my gaze and smiles smugly.
“Arrogant much?” I jest.
He just wiggles his eyebrows and wipes his face and beard with his hand. I suppose he’s earned the right to be a smug bastard after that incredible orgasm. Gavin not only made me feel good, but he treats me like a queen. And makes me feel completely worthy.
And now I want to do the same for him.
11
Gavin
It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a girl.
Not that I don’t enjoy it – because fuck, I really do. There’s nothing better than the taste of a woman and the high you get from making them come with your mouth. It’s an indescribable feeling.
But there’s an intimacy to it that I haven’t been interested in since…well, since Camille. She wasn’t my girlfriend, but we dated in high school. I was completely infatuated with her because she was older and I met her through my brother.
She taught me…well, a lot. Not only from a sexual standpoint, but how not to lose your heart to someone who is heartless.
I’ve been with many since Camille, but half of them didn’t want me going down on them, or I didn’t have the time or luxury to do it. The act itself was too much trouble and work to make it worthwhile.
Kady, on the other hand, is worth the trouble. And based on the sexy, lethargic grin she’s wearing right now, I think it was worth it for her, too. Wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand, Kady scoots up the bed and beckons me up with her crooked finger.
“Come here,” she purrs, just like the kitten she is. “I want to show you something.”
I raise a brow. “Oh yeah? I have a pretty fucking good view from down here.”
But I do as she asks and slink up and over her body, trailing my fingers up her legs as I go, dipping them into the wetness where I just had my mouth. She wiggles and squirms, pulling my arm away with a tsking sound.
She pats the bed beside her naked body. “Right here.”
I shift on my side and turn on my back, sweeping my arms behind my head. I may look relaxed, but arousal courses through me like raging rapids. My erection is as hard as a motherfucker and has a pretty good idea where this is heading.
Literally, to my head.
“I’m all yours,” I murmur and then groan as I watch the controlled grace of her slender body straddle me, pinning me down between her legs.
My cock twitches against the warmth that radiates where our bodies connect and we both let out similar grunts of pleasure. Mine a masculine, low sound; hers pure femininity.
Kady slides her soft hands down along the valley between my pecs, her fingers fanning out through the dusting of chest hair that adorns my torso. Some guys go through the hassle of shaving and waxing that shit, but I’ve never had the time, nor the inclination. I figure God put it there for a reason. Same thing down below. Although I provide the courtesy of manscaping for my ‘guests’.
She gives a coy grin as her fingertips tease a trail over one of my nipples, flicking it with a short, manicured nail. I love it when a girl touches me there. Kady’s touch sends shocks of pleasure to my dick and I can’t help but buck my hips in the air. She laughs and presses her hands into my chest to keep from falling over.
“Whoa there, cowboy. Don’t go throwing me off just yet. I’m not done with my ride.”
This girl.
She’s perfectly uninhibited. Spunky and spirited. Kady carries an inner light that blazes so bright, it’ll either warm you from the glow or burn you from intensity of her heat. Her zest for life is like she’s trying to capture the sun’s rays to sprinkle them everywhere she goes.
Kady leans down and places soft kisses along my collarbone, her tongue sweeping out and flicking my nipples as she makes her way south. As she does this, her pussy slides over my erection and I’m momentarily frozen with the thought of just pushing up and in. How easy it would be to sink into her heat and be swallowed up in her.
I discard the thought because I’ve always been careful and used condoms, and I don’t plan to stop now. But damn, Kady would feel so good. I already know how wet and tight she feels, and the way it felt around my fingers when her walls contracted tightly from her climax.
Her progression continues, as her ass is now down at my knees and her mouth at my navel. She places kisses everywhere along the path, her nose pressing against my abdomen, her hands roaming the planes of my torso, praising me as she does with little whimpers and commentary.
God, you’re so strong.
Your muscles are so big.
I’ve never seen such a big…
And then her mouth finally makes contact with my straining dick. She sucks in a huge breath of air, blowing it out slow and steady so that I can feel the heat whisk across my crown.
I curse, but it gets stuck in my throat when I feel the soft texture of her tongue gliding up the underside of my cock. It’s one long lick from base to tip.
When she gets to the top, she swirls it around the head, tracing delicate patterns around the tip, like she did with the gelato. I groan in erotic pleasure. The sight of her doing this is so sexy. I knew this would be good.
