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Chapter Twenty

Gavin

This sexy, dirty woman is going to be the absolute death of me. She liked it when I barged into her apartment like an asshole—I saw it in the look on her beautiful face. The flash of surprise followed immediately by hunger in her dark eyes. And when I shoved her against the door and kissed her? She liked that too. Fucking loved it when I tried to tear her panties off, and when I went on my knees for her—something I never ever fucking do because what woman is worth getting on my knees for?—she about fell apart. All for me.

She’s in this just as deep as I am. Loves this rough, uninhibited moment we’re having as much as I do. The more I push her, the more she seems to enjoy it, and I decide to push her a little harder.

I press my hands against her ass, spreading her cheeks, staring at her tiny little hole. She’s whimpering, her body shaking, and she rears back against my palms, like she wants me to do it.

So I do. I stroke her there, a light brush of my index finger, tracing the ridges. My touch is tentative at first, then firmer. At the same time, I slide two fingers inside her sopping cunt with my other hand, thrusting once. Twice. That’s all it takes. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, and she’s coming. Moaning my name, her entire body shaking with the ferocity of her orgasm, and I keep fucking her pussy with my fingers, riding out that orgasm with her until she’s pulling away from me, her knees giving out as she collapses on the mattress.

“Oh. My. God.” Her voice trembles, and she takes a deep breath. “What did you just do to me?”

“Anybody ever touch you there before?” I drift my fingers across her pale ass cheeks, teasing the line of her crack. Why am I so damn fascinated with her ass?

“N-no.”

I love how rattled she sounds. I did that to her, and it fills me with pride. I’m also thrilled by the fact that her ass is now mine and no one has touched it like that. “This ass belongs to me.”

I give it a light smack, just hard enough to leave a red mark.

A shuddery laugh escapes her, and she buries her face against the mattress. “Gavin, are you serious?”

I rise and push at her shoulder so she’s lying on her back and I can hover above her, my face in hers. “As a fucking heart attack, Sienna.”

She blinks up at me, her lips parting, and I can practically hear the argument she’s about to unleash on me. And I don’t want to deal with it. Before she can say a word, I press my lips to hers in a punishing kiss that turns gentle in a matter of seconds thanks to her. Her lush mouth is persuasive. Delicious. Her hands in my hair, fingernails trailing lightly down the back of my neck, skimming across my shoulders, easing the tension that’s been boiling inside me since I saw her with that asshole. Since the last time I had her naked in my bed, if I’m being honest.

I should apologize for being such a dumbass, but I can’t find my voice. Don’t know the right words to say to her. All I can do is concentrate on kissing her, our tongues lazily sliding against each other. Until my heart slows and my muscles feel warm and languid and her legs are wound around my hips, our bodies perfectly aligned.

“Did you bring a condom?” she whispers against my lips at one point.

“Yeah,” I admit, not about to tell her I shoved three in my pocket before I left my apartment.

She smiles against my lips, infinitely amused at my expense as usual. “Go wash your hands and get that condom on, Gavin. I want to feel you inside of me.”

I fucking growl when she tries to push me off her, but I go anyway, glancing around in confusion because I’ve never been in her bedroom before.

“The bathroom is connected. Right there.” She points at the door, and I rush inside, shutting the door and turning on the light, wincing against the harshness that almost blinds me.

I wash my hands, staring at my reflection. I look fucking crazed. My hair is sticking up everywhere, and my eyes are wild. Wide and unblinking, the pupils all blown out. She might’ve calmed me down just now, but I’m amped up again. Eager to get my hands back on her and my dick inside her.

After we left Hector’s, I turned down the invite to Nico and Coop’s house, opting to go back to my place so I could stew in my emotions for the rest of the night. Until I couldn’t take the image of her writhing around in a bed with that little guy any longer—I had to seek her out. Threw on some clothes and went out into the night, barging past all the drunk college students wandering the streets, some of them even shouting my name.

I ignored all of them, too intent on getting to my girl because, goddamnit, that’s what she’s become. My girl.

Mine.

All mine.

Rubbing the stubble coating my jaw, I give myself a mental pep talk. I’ve unleashed on her enough tonight. My cock throbs with the need for release, but I’ll take it easy on her. No need to scare her.

But the moment I turn and open the door, I find she’s sitting in the middle of the bed propped against a pile of pillows, her feet braced on the mattress and her long legs spread as wide as possible. Offering me a glimpse of all that pink, glistening flesh I’m dying to slide into.

I go still, my hand automatically going to my dick. She pouts, her lower lip sticking out, and I panic for a second. How the hell did I disappoint her that fast?

“Where’s the condom, Gavin? I’m ready for you.”

Her sweet voice washes over me, and I launch into action, grabbing my shorts off the floor and tugging out the three condoms I brought with me, showing them to her before I deposit them on the nightstand. She laughs, the sound curling through me, and I pause. Savoring how happy she sounds, and when she eagerly reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her, I go willingly. Wrapping her up in my arms, cradling her close as I find her mouth and kiss her with everything I’ve got.

She rests her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing, and I break the kiss. “What?”

“I want—” She pauses, sinking her teeth into her swollen lower lip, and I groan at the sight of it.

“Spit it out, baby. What do you want from me?”

Sienna blinks those pretty dark eyes at me. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Aw, fuck. Who am I to deny her?

Within seconds I’m sprawled in the middle of the bed and she’s lying between my spread legs, playing with my dick. Don’t know how else to describe what she’s doing as she streaks her fingers down my shaft, tracing the veins. Studying it for a moment like she’s awestruck.

Or maybe that’s my ego talking. Yeah, that’s probably it.

Eventually she curls her fingers around the base, loosening her grip to slide up and then down, finding a steady rhythm fairly quickly.

“Oh yeah, baby. That feels good.” I watch her from beneath lowered lids as she increases her pace, dipping her head and sticking out her tongue to swipe at the tip of my cock.

That first contact of her tongue on my dick sends a jolt through me, leaving my entire body sizzling, and I break into a sweat, desperate to stay in control. I stare in utter fascination as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking hard enough to hollow out her cheeks. When she lowers her head, taking me almost all the way in, I throw my head back and groan, my hand going to her hair. Tangling in the strands before I push them away from her face so I can see her fully.

Her gaze lifts, meeting mine, and she doesn’t look away as she pulls me out of her mouth, her tongue tracing the flared head of my dick. She is the hottest thing alive. Seriously how did I get so fucking lucky? Why did I deny myself this for so long? I’m an idiot.

But we already knew that—especially Sienna.

She continues torturing me with her mouth for long, blissful minutes until I can’t take it anymore. I’m reaching for one of the condoms, never taking my eyes away from her while I tear the wrapper open and she continues to work over my cock with her mouth.

“You need to stop,” I say once the condom is free from the wrapper. She glances up, her gaze going to the condom clutched in my fingers, and she pulls my dick out of her mouth, wiping at her face with her fingers.

“So bossy,” she murmurs.

I reach for her, then pull her down on top of me, and she goes willingly. “So fucking sexy,” I tell her in return, and she smiles.

Every time I compliment her, she lights up. I can see it in her eyes. That smile on her pretty face. All I want to do is lavish praise on her, spend all my time with her, but how are we going to manage that with my intense schedule? With the mental stress I’m under? I need to handle this carefully. I don’t want to lose her.

But I don’t think I’m ready to tell the world about us either.

All those thoughts leave my brain when she rises, her hands braced on my chest as she rubs that soaking wet pussy all over my cock. My eyes cross, it feels so fucking good, and I shove the condom in her face. “Put it on me, baby.”

She plucks it from my fingers, slides down my body, and presses the ring over the head of my dick, slowly rolling it on. Her fingers keep brushing my hard flesh, and I grit my teeth. Think about the formations in the playbook our team hasn’t used much yet so I don’t concentrate on how good everything feels and blow before I even get inside her.

Sienna makes me feel like an out-of-control teenager who can’t help but come at the mere brush of a girl’s fingers. That’s how much she affects me. I need to get my shit together. Make it good for her. Make it good for the both of us.

“I get to be on top?” she asks.

I rear up and take her mouth, hungry for her always. “If that’s what you want, cowgirl.”

Smiling, she sits up, lifts her hips, and grabs hold of my dick before she lowers herself on top of me. A groan leaves me at all that soft, wet heat gripping my cock, and I rest my hands on her hips, closing my eyes. Breathing deep as I count to five.

When she still hasn’t moved, I crack open my eyes to find her watching me, her brows drawn together. “Are you okay?” she asks.

Swallowing hard, I nod. “I’m worried if either of us moves, I’m gonna come.”

The slow smile that curves her lush lips is almost my undoing. “Out of control for once in your life, are you, Gav?”

I frown. “I sort of hate it when you call me that.”

More of that sweet laughter rains down on me. “Why?”

“You make it sound like an insult.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed the way girls always say it?” She leans over me, my cock almost sliding out of her, and she works her hips, sinking back down on me, and fuck, that is too good. “They don’t even know you and they call you Gav. Gav this, Gav that. I think the nickname makes them feel like they’re closer to you.”

“You’re close to me, and you only call me Gav when you’re mad at me.” My frown deepens, and I grip her hips, stopping her from moving. “Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all.” She kisses me, her tongue doing a thorough search of my mouth before she pulls away. “Why would I be mad at you when you just gave me the best orgasm of my life?”

Pride fills me, making me want to give her another one of those stellar orgasms, and I lift my hips, pushing inside her so deep that both of us moan. She begins to ride me, my hands on her hips guiding her, keeping the rhythm steady. She’s not what I would call a little thing, but she doesn’t weigh as much as she thinks, and it’s easy to lift her, hold her down, shift her hips into the position where I can thrust as far as I can get.

We keep the slow and steady pace until I get impatient. Greedy. I increase my thrusts, fucking her hard, and she just takes it. Throwing her head back, her eyes falling closed, giving me a beautiful view of her body. Her perfect breasts. I reach for them and play with her distended nipples with my fingers, massaging them in my hands while she bucks against me. She hisses out a breath, her inner walls strangling my cock, and oh fuck.

I’m gonna come.

Dropping one hand, I brush my fingers against her clit, spinning tiny circles around it with my thumb, and she gasps. Breathy little moans sound low in her throat, and she rocks her hips forward, her body instinctively seeking my touch, and I press hard. Faster. Fuck her harder. Faster.

Until she comes undone, her entire body shaking, my name falling from her lips with a whimper. That tight pussy squeezes and pulsates around my shaft, pushing me into my own orgasm, and the second her climax winds down, I’m coming, too, my orgasm so strong it rattles my fucking brain.

She collapses on top of me, her hair in my face, her cheek pressed against my sweaty chest, though she doesn’t seem to mind. She lies there for a moment, completely still, and I wrap my arms around her soft, damp body, my dick still inside her. I am completely content, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.

Shit. This girl is starting to mean more to me than I thought was possible. And that’s a scary fucking thought.