He was such a good kisser. Hungry but gentle, and the way he cupped my face and kneaded my body had been perfect. It was how I’d remained in that postcoital sleepy state of delirium and kept my panic at bay.
Panic about having done it again.
I pushed Gavin away and managed to escape his gripping hands, but it took such a struggle that he immediately awakened.
“Where you going?” he murmured, voice hoarse with sleep.
“Gotta get up.”
“Mmm.” Gavin brushed his lips against my jaw. “Come to bed with me.”
He trailed openmouthed kisses down my throat, and my body immediately reacted. Dick hard, heart pounding, and hands gripping him.
“I can’t.” I forced myself to sit up. Lying in a naked tangle with him would never result in me leaving his house. It wouldn’t result in anything but another ride. “I have to go home.”
Gavin said nothing for a moment. He reached behind him and tugged the cord to a lamp. Golden light flooded the room, allowing me to feast on his naked body complete with bite marks and handprints that had come from me.
“Stay the weekend,” he rumbled.
“I can’t,” I said, standing.
“Please?”
How did he undo me with so little effort? A heavy-lidded stare, those swollen lips parted, and his hands sliding up my sides to pull me towards him. That was all it took for me to stop resisting. I was supposed to be grabbing my clothes and fleeing, not allowing him to line my crotch up with his face.
“Gavin . . .”
The rest of my sentence got lost in the ether once he took my dick down his throat.
“Oh shit.”
He looked up at me through his unruly hair, light brown eyes wicked, right before he took me all the way in. I clutched the back of his head, hunching forward, and barely made an effort to restore my crumbling resolve.
Gavin sucked me until my knees were weak, and until saliva and precum smeared his lips. He dragged me down to the couch when I began to hump his face too aggressively, and then fingered my ass while taking me in his mouth once again. I’d had good lovers in the past, but nothing really compared to the combination of a world-class blow job while my prostate was milked. I was reduced to a babbling fool—a constant chant of oh fuck oh fuck fuck me please make me come escalating in volume until I was shouting.
I came so hard I was nearly blinded by the lights exploding before my eyes, and then lapsed into too much of a stupor to enjoy the sight of Gavin jerking off while straddling me. He came hard, streams of his semen hitting my skin as he released ragged moans. When he collapsed on top of me, crushing my slighter body to the cushion once again, I let him draw me into another messy kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered between kisses. “I want you in my bed for the next two days.”
“Can’t,” I said thickly. “Gotta go.”
“No, you don’t.” Gavin pulled away long enough to catch his breath. He was a wreck—flushed and sweaty with dilated eyes. “I’ll make you come all weekend. Do you hard like I know you want it. Slick you up with that good lube and make you lose your fucking mind.”
“Fuck, Gavin,” I groaned. “Stop making this more difficult.”
“Making what more difficult?”
“Me leaving! And . . .” I nervously licked my lips. “And you know we can’t keep doing this.”
A dawning expression crossed his face, confusion and irritation and then hurt. That killed me. Seeing the pucker of his brow, the slight widening of his eyes, and all animation draining away until those beautiful features were drawn tight and perfectly blank.
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have started this. You were just . . . just . . .”
“I was what?” he asked, voice still pitched low and hooded eyes narrowed to golden slits.
You were just being so fucking sweet and lovely that I wanted to kiss you. To hold you. To be close to you. I wanted to show you that you’re special to me too. To tell you that I talk about you too. That I think about you even when I’m supposed to be focused on other things.
And then all I could think about was you screwing my brains out.
“You’re just so hot.”
Gavin blinked. “Okay, then.”
We untangled from each other in awkward silence. Questions bombarded me, and I tried to ignore them. He seemed upset, but could he really be? We’d fucked. That’s what he’d wanted, right? Or had he wanted more?
Each question bounced around my head as I returned to my own room to clean up and pack. I glanced at my reflection while going to turn on the shower, and had to stop and stare. He’d destroyed me. Fully and completely. My eyes were glassy and still dilated, my hair a mess, and I had marks from where his strong hands had gripped me so tight. Just the thought of all that raw strength made me shudder.