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Chapter Thirteen

Sienna

My hands automatically go to the top of Gavin’s head, holding him in place. My entire body is on fire because I didn’t expect him to do this. Here we are playing True Confessions in his bed, and then he’s got his mouth right above my panties, like he’s ready to go down on me.

Okay then. Let’s go. Finally.

He slides his hands up along the outside of my thighs, causing sparks to fly everywhere he touches, and I remain as still as possible, fearing I’ll break the spell and he’ll come to his senses. I hold my breath when he curls his fingers around the sides of my panties and slowly pulls them down, completely exposing me.

I close my eyes as he tugs the thin red fabric down my thighs until they’re around my knees and I can’t move my legs. He pulls my panties tighter with one hand, trapping me while he touches me with the other, his fingers tracing a barely there line through the strip of pubic hair I have neatly waxed every three to four weeks, which gets expensive to maintain but is now totally worth it, considering what is happening at this very moment.

“Red. Just like your hair,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes to find he’s staring at my pussy like he’s completely fascinated by it.

“Did you ever doubt I’m a natural redhead?” I ask, my voice faint. Every part of my body is throbbing in anticipation of what Gavin might do next. I don’t even know how I formed words to ask him that question, I’m strung so tight.

“Never,” he murmurs as he slides up my body to kiss me on the mouth. He devours me, really. I push past the disappointment because I had his mouth so close to the spot where I’d love it the most, but having his lips on mine is also good.

No, they’re great. The man hasn’t lost his ability to kiss, not that I thought he had. He might even be better, though that might have to do with how long I’ve craved another moment between us like this. And this one is even better than the last. His mostly naked body pressed against mine, all that firm, hot muscle settling on top of me carefully so he doesn’t crush me as he searches my mouth with his tongue. I wrap my arms around him and stroke my hands up and down his smooth back, dragging my nails across his skin and making him shiver. He pulls away slightly, and fear locks tight around my throat, ceasing my ability to breathe.

“We need to take this off” is what he says, tugging on my T-shirt, and the relief that floods me is overwhelming. I thought he was going to back away. Tell me he couldn’t do this, that we’re just friends.

Please. This man is not my friend , not in the traditional sense. I want him too badly, and I think he feels the same way.

I lift my arms to help him pull the shirt off, and he whips it over my head, tossing it on the floor and leaving me mostly naked. I kick off the panties tangled around my calves, and somehow we end up sitting in the middle of the mattress, me in Gavin’s lap, my legs wound around his hips, his erection nudging me. God, I wish he didn’t have the boxer briefs on. I’d sink right on top of him, taking him inside me. I’m in the perfect position to do just that, and I rub against him, my breath catching.

Gavin grabs hold of my hair, clutching it in his fist and jerking on it gently, my head tilting back. I open my eyes to find him watching me, a fiercely sexy expression on his face, his eyes blazing with hunger. “You’re a tease.”

“No. You’re the tease.” I angle my hips just so, rubbing against him once more. His fingers tighten around my hair, and he pulls it a little harder. “You’ve still got clothes on.”

“The moment I strip, I’ll be fucking you. Hard.” His mouth lands on my neck, and he sucks the sensitive skin, nibbling on it with his teeth. His words shock me, making my core throb even harder, if that’s possible, and I cling to him, gasping when his mouth finds mine in a filthy, messy kiss.

We sit like this for deliciously long minutes, our mouths connected, his hands wandering all over me once he lets go of my hair. He cups my breasts, strumming his thumbs across my nipples, and I want to die from the pleasure of it all. His mouth and hands and hard body and even harder dick. His soft hair and hot skin and the stubble lining his cheeks. I want to feel those cheeks between my thighs, want to feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue on my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my boxers,” he murmurs against my lips, sounding pleased. “Teasing my cock with your sopping cunt.”

Whoa. I didn’t expect the extra-dirty talk from Gavin, but then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. The man has always been a mystery, and I am loving this side of him.

Feels like I love every side of Gavin—except for when he rejects me.

I refuse to think about that, though. Instead, I concentrate on the rhythm of his tongue and maintain the same rhythm with my hips, rubbing back and forth across the head of his dick, bathing his boxer briefs with my juices. I let go of all my inhibitions because this is the most monumental moment of my life. Wrapped around Gavin, naked. Knowing we’re going to have sex.

My entire body tingles with anticipation.

His hands fall to my waist, and he lifts me away from him with ease, ignoring my whimpering protests. He drops me on the mattress and crawls off it, shucking his boxers off as he stands beside the bed and kicking them aside before he opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out an unopened box of condoms.

I swallow hard, watching him as I push my hair out of my eyes. He tears open the box and pulls out a wrapped condom, setting it on top of the nightstand before he rejoins me on the bed, his focus only for me.

“I don’t know if I want to fuck you or eat you first.”

“Eat me?” I say it as a question, but he takes it as a suggestion because the next thing I know, I’m pinned to the bed and he’s slowly making his way down my body, leaving devastatingly sweet, hot kisses all over my skin. He lingers over my chest, licking and sucking my nipples, eventually shifting lower, streaking his mouth across my belly until he’s lying between my legs. He grabs both my thighs and drapes each of them over his shoulders, and I watch him, nearly wanting to die when he lifts his gaze to mine.

Oh, he looks good between my legs. Just like I knew he would. He doesn’t take his gaze off me as he slowly lowers his head, his tongue sneaking out to tease at my clit. I hold my breath, dying for more, and he turns his head at the last second, pressing his mouth on the inside of my right thigh before he does the same thing to my left.

I am a quivering mess. My clit is pulsating, my entire body strung tight with the need to come, but I also don’t want it to happen yet. I want to draw out this moment, revel in it forever because what’s going to happen when this night is over? Will we go back to being so-called friends? Or worse, will he ignore me?

I cannot stand either option.

“Gavin,” I choke out as he continues to press lazy kisses to the inside of my thigh.

“Yes, Freckles?” He sounds calm and in control of the entire situation, and I sort of want to hit him.

I also want to beg him to keep doing what he’s doing because, oh my God, it feels amazing.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Kissing every freckle that I find.” He turns his attention to the other thigh, kissing it everywhere because I have a lot of freckles.

“That’ll take all night.”

“I’ve got time.”

That confident tone of his is going to be my downfall. He is truly the sexiest man alive, and I still can’t believe I’ve got him between my legs. That his mouth is so close to my pussy. That it’s already been on my pussy. And I want it back there right now.

“Ummm ...” I stop talking when he takes a swipe at my slit with his tongue. There and gone in the blink of an eye. “Oh God.”

“You close, baby?”

Him calling me baby in that growly voice has me melting. Am I even a functioning human anymore? I don’t think so. “Yessssss.”

His mouth is on me. All over me. He spreads me wide with his fingers, his flat tongue touching me everywhere, and I lift my hips, seeking more. Needing more. He slides a thick finger inside me, filling me, and I go still, moaning when he slowly withdraws it only to plunge back in. Over and over he does this, his lips finding my clit and sucking it hard. Tonguing it while he fucks me with his fingers.

Yes, his fingers, because he added another, and I appreciate the way he doesn’t hold back. It’s like the dam broke and he’s unleashing all his want and need and desire all over me. I spread my thighs wider, lift my hips as much as I can, and basically mash the lower half of his face with my pussy, and he lets me, encouraging me as he hums against my flesh, and then I’m coming. All over his mouth and chin.

Panting and screaming and coming hard. I’m shaking as wave after wave hits me, and he never lets up. Keeps licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers, and I swear another orgasm builds, this one smaller but still so, so good.

Eventually I can’t take it any longer, and I push him away, my skin too sensitive. I crack open my eyes to watch as he settles back on his haunches, licking the fingers that were just inside my body. Another jolt hits me, maybe even yet another, tinier orgasm, and when our gazes lock, he smiles, the sight of it devastating. Obliterating all my brain cells and leaving me a complete idiot.

Over this man and no one else.

“Freckles, you are the sexiest woman alive,” he murmurs, licking his fingers clean. “The way you just came right now ...”

“I was a hot mess,” I finish for him, staring at his face because the lower half of it is currently covered in my juices.

“More like hot.” He moves over me, dipping his head, and I kiss him, the musky taste of my own pussy on his lips. “Clean my face with your tongue, baby. Taste what I just tasted.”

Oh. He keeps saying things like that, and I don’t know if I can take much more of it.

I do as he says, gently lapping at his face with my tongue, tasting myself all over him. He cups the side of my face, guiding my lips to his, and the searing kiss he delivers lights me back up like I never experienced those delicious orgasms he gave me. My body is already needy and eager and desperate.

“I need a condom,” he murmurs against my lips at one point, and all I can do is nod.

Yes. Yes, he does. I need to feel him inside me. I want him to fuck me hard, just like he promised.

I reach for him, my fingers curling around his hard cock, and I start to stroke, making him growl. There is nothing awkward about this moment, when normally, I’m a bit of a fumbling mess. It’s not that I’ve had bad sex or terrible partners; it’s just never easy for me. More like it’s always awkward and weird, and I get too in my head over it.

Not with Gavin. It just flows between us, and when he lifts away from me, I am sad. Bereft at the loss of his body on top of mine. I roll over on my side and watch as he opens the wrapper and rolls the condom over the tip of his dick until it’s fully sheathed. His gaze lifts, his fingers curled around the base of his erection, and this is a moment I never want to forget. I take a mental photo and store it away in my memory bank, saving it for later.

Reaching out, he tugs my body closer to him as if I don’t weigh a thing, until I’m lying beneath him and he’s hovering above me. Slowly he dips his head, his mouth finding mine in a sweet, tongue-filled kiss as he positions himself, the head of his cock brushing my pussy.

Oh God. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for since I was a drunk freshman. We have grown and changed over the last two years, but my feelings for this man have only intensified. I don’t care about anyone else. Want anyone else.

Just Gavin.

He slides inside me slowly, inch by excruciatingly thick inch, filling me up. I hold my breath and close my eyes, my body still, my brain shifting into overdrive. The significance of the moment, one I’ve been waiting for so long to happen, hits me hard, and I think I might ...

Oh God, I am crying.

The tears well in my eyes, and I squeeze them tight, trying to keep the tears from falling, but they do. Leaking out of the corners of my eyes and sliding down my face, and Gavin pauses, his cock inside me, his hands braced on either side of my head.

“Sienna,” he whispers, and I can’t look at him. This is ... this is embarrassing. Overwhelming. I’m being silly, reacting like this. I need to keep it together and focus on the hot sex we’re about to have. The delicious, toe-curling orgasm he’s going to give me because I meant what I said to him earlier—I have faith that Gavin is capable of doing allll the things.

Including making me come while he’s inside me.

“Sienna.” He repeats my name, louder this time, his fingers drifting across my cheek, and I open my eyes, my vision blurry thanks to the sheen of tears currently covering them. I blink, sending the fresh tears cascading down my face, and I notice his furrowed brow. The concern filling his beautiful eyes. “Baby. You’re crying. What’s wrong? Do you want me to sto—”

I cut him off. “No. Please don’t stop.”

“Why are you crying?” He dabs his thumb in one of my tears, absorbing it into his skin. He brushes the rest of them away, dipping his head to kiss me before he murmurs, “My dick is too big, huh? Am I hurting you? I’ll go slow, baby. I promise.”

I burst out laughing. I hope that was his intent because, oh my God, the confidence filling his voice at calling himself too big was ... a tad comical. “You’re not too big, Gavin. And you’re not hurting me. It feels good, having you inside of me. You feel good. I’m just—this moment. It’s emotional for me.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever made a woman cry before when having sex with her. This is definitely a first.” He starts to move, taking his time as he fucks me slowly. Our bodies getting used to each other as we find our rhythm.

We stop talking. There’s no need for words as he increases his speed, his cock plunging faster inside me. Harder. He grunts with every thrust, not holding back, and I match his movements, wrapping my legs around his waist, sending him deeper. Making him groan. Making me whimper.

He nudges something deep inside me that sends a scattering of tingles all over my body, settling in my core. He does it again, and I cling to him, whispering my encouragement.

“Oh my God. Just like that,” I murmur close to his ear.

Gavin wraps his arm around my back, lifting me off the mattress as he holds me firm and fucks me hard. I keep my legs tightly wrapped around his lean hips, shocked breaths leaving me with his every push inside my body. He keeps hitting that spot, over and over, and I close my eyes. Bury my face against his neck right as the tremors take over my body.

“Oh, fuck, Sienna,” he groans right before his own orgasm sweeps over him. His body shudders against mine, and I hold on tight. Reveling in the experience of feeling Gavin Maddox come apart in my arms.

This night, this moment, has completely transformed me. And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.