Page 38 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
Gavin
Taylor and I fall into my car, attacking each other with our tongues and teeth. I shift my seat back as far as it’ll go before yanking her over the console.
She straddles me, running her nails along my scalp as our tongues battle, and my hips buck like some kind of feral animal. I wanted to show Taylor I was serious about us, but my plans always get derailed with this woman. And now, all I can think about is railing this woman.
My skin buzzes like a live wire beneath it as she rakes her nails down my neck. With a growl, I suck her tongue into my mouth, wanting to taste this fire between us.
Taylor whimpers a low and throaty sound, and I release her tongue, my teeth moving down the column of her neck.
She arches as I yank down her dress and bra cups, her big tits spilling out.
“Fuck, these tits are as pretty as I remember.” Ducking my head, I capture a nipple, giving it a little love bite.
“Oh!” She cries out, grinding her pussy against my throbbing dick. I’m lined up perfectly with her soaked pussy, and I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman more than I do this one.
No, not want, need to be inside this woman.
My head ducks to her other nipple, giving it the same rough treatment with my teeth as I thrust my hips, needing to release some of this damn pressure.
My hand snakes behind her, grabbing her ass cheek and giving it a rough squeeze.
And remembering she showed her ass during the Hammer’s bout—heard some guys talking about it while I was in my dressing room—I give that cheek a rough smack.
“Oww. What was that for?” Taylor’s voice hitches.
Shoving her dress up to her waist, I grab her panties by the sides and rip the fabric clean in two.
She gasps as I jerk her upper half closer to me so I can get a look at her backside.
Round and 1 each receive a firm smack.
“That was for flaunting your ass during Mike’s bout. Pissed me right off.”
Taylor’s chest heaves, but she keeps her voice steady as she pokes my chest with her finger. “That sounds like a you problem.”
“It’s gonna be a Mike problem when I see him,” I promise.
“One of your fitness fangirls knocked the Round 1 sign under the ring. I had to improvise. You wanted me to be the exclusive ring girl, remember? Now, are we fucking, or are we fighting?” Taylor challenges.
Taylor
Are we fucking, or are we fighting?
Maybe it’s a little of both. Our tongues clash as Gavin works the button on his jeans, and I break the kiss and shift higher onto my knees.
The metallic clang of his zipper is snatched away by the sound of my heavy breathing.
I don’t feel too bad, though, because Gavin’s chest is heaving, and the man’s an athletic specimen.
He growls with frustration, and I lift higher as he shoves down his jeans and boxers.
And there’s that photoshopped dick with the frenum piercing, standing tall and ready.
My body betrays me by shuddering violently. I hate that c word, but there’s no other way to describe this thing between me and Gavin. It is crazy, and yet I can’t seem to stop myself.
“That’s right, baby. You’re going to take every inch of my dick, and you’re going to beg me for more.” He slaps my ass even harder.
Hate that I like it.
“Gavin?” I line myself up while holding onto his broad shoulders.
“Yeah, man-eater?” he asks smugly.
“Stop running your mouth.” I bring my hips down in one hard motion, swallowing him from crown to root on a silent scream.
“Fuuuuck.” Gavin’s head thunks the back of the seat.
He’s on the larger side, but I’m so turned on, it’s a perfect fit.
I begin moving my hips, my head thrown back on a moan as his frenum piercing hits a sweet spot on each forward motion.
“Sono morto e sono andato in paradiso?”
My eyes flicker to meet his half-lidded ones. “What language was that?” I ask on a moan, giving my hips another roll.
“My old trainer used to speak Portuguese. I picked up a little.” Gavin’s fingers bruise into my hips, tension radiating from him like a coiled spring.
“Say something else,” I beg as I lift off of him a bit, and then come back down hard.
“Fuck,” is his guttural reply.
And then he takes over, bouncing me hard and fast on his dick.
“Gavin,” I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders. My gaze follows his to where he’s spreading me open.
“Yeah, baby, watch that greedy little pussy of yours swallow my dick. She’s been crying for it since the moment we met.”
Using my internal muscles, I squeeze his length and don’t let up.
Gavin’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Who’s the one that’s been crying for my pussy since the moment we met?” I taunt.
He laughs, squeezing my hips harder as the filthy sound of our sex fills the car.
The windows are fogged over, and Gavin catches me noticing. “A shame no one can see. Next time they can watch me fuck my girl, but our first time is all mine.”
I go to correct him about not being his girl, but his dick piercing hits the perfect spot, and a wave of bliss starts at my toes and pulsates up my body, leaving me unable to form words.
“That’s it.” Gavin pulls me flush with his chest and bounces me harder on his dick.
I burrow my head into the crook of his neck, pleasure burning through my veins like a wildfire.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”
My body trembles.
My pussy spasms.
I moan incoherent nonsense.
As pleasure violently unfurls in my pelvis, I’m yanked up to meet Gavin’s eyes, him fisting my bun. “Show me.”
My body complies whether I want to be compliant or not; I cry out as sparks flash beneath my eyes, coming long and hard.
He curses, thrusting his hips faster until he empties himself inside me.
Stuck together with the sweat from our exertion, we both struggle to catch our breath. I settle into the crook of his neck, grinning from ear to ear.
Gavin barks a laugh. “Goddammit, Taylor. That was…”
“Alright,” I say in a bored tone.
He growls, jerking my face inches from his.
I giggle, delirious from the high. “It was out-of-this-world amazing, and you damn well know it.”
He smiles, pressing his lips to mine. It’s sweet, and that throws me for a loop. Maybe I’ve misjudged this man.
Except for the psychopath part, he’s still that.
“You’re coming home with me,” he says against my lips.
“Am I now?”
“Mmm. Do you need to stop at the condo and pick up your meds? What about Bonnie?”
I pull back, snapping out of my postcoital haze. “Is this where you take me home, give me forehead kisses, and then ghost me the next day?”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“Fuckboy 101,” I inform him.
“Taylor?”
“Yes?”
“Stop running your mouth.” He nips at my lower lip, the sting of pain making me yelp. “Do you need to stop at the condo?”
“No,” I say on a resigned sigh. “I’ve got my meds, and Bonnie will be okay for the night.” I raise off his dick, and he groans at the sight of his cum leaking down my thigh.
The only problem with getting myself stabilized is that I don’t have mania to blame for my questionable choices, like letting Gavin go bare, for example.
“Don’t regret what we just did, because we’re about to do a hell of a lot more of it,” he informs me.
“You are the cockiest man I’ve ever met.” My fingers wrap around the head of his semi and use it to clean up some of this mess on my thigh.
“Keep doing that, and we won’t make it out of the parking lot,” Gavin says between his teeth.
Ignoring the way his dick becomes heavy in my hand, I release him and eye the console. There’s no graceful way to scramble over it, and I’m wondering how I got over here to begin with.
Gavin Webb is like a dog whistle to my ovaries, that’s how.
“You’re going for a second ride if you don’t move soon,” he says, gripping my hips.
“I’m moving,” I mutter, crawling over the console in what feels like the most awkward way humanly possible.
My ass gets another swat, and I yelp, falling into my seat.
“Dickhead.”
Gavin laughs as he pulls up his boxers and jeans, getting himself situated before we pull out of the empty parking lot.
“How fast does this car go?”
He locks eyes with me. “Zero to sixty in 3.74 seconds.”
“Then why are you driving like a senior citizen?” I taunt him.
Challenge in his eyes, he revs the engine at a red light. It turns green, and he mashes the accelerator, and I squeal with excitement as I’m pinned to the back of my seat. We careen down the empty streets of AC, the neon lights a blur.
A little voice reminds me that what goes up must come down, but I’m going to enjoy the highs and worry about the lows another day.