Page 16 of Vegas Daddies (Forbidden Fantasies #17)
ALLIE
T he second I bounded off the stage, while the adrenaline still had my heart hammering in my ears, Gavin surprised me with a wide grin and swept me into his arms. It almost knocked the air out of my lungs.
“God, Allie, you were incredible,” he told me, his voice huskier than normal. I felt his breath tickling my ear as he showered me with praise, and I couldn’t help but notice how deceptively strong his slim arms were around me. “I’m serious. You’re the best I’ve seen in a long, long time.”
“Really?” I squeaked out, my face flushing with uncertainty and embarrassment. “I…you thought I was that good?”
“Allie, you were better than good. Your voice is beautiful, but it’s got this edge to it that…
I don’t know. It makes you stand out from the crowd.
” He shook his head as if to clear it, a disbelieving smile on his lips, and pulled me into his embrace again.
“And damn, the way you commanded that stage…it was effortless. That’s star power. Trust me, I would know.”
The couple of drinks I’d downed before my open-mic slot, my attempt at some liquid courage, must have been getting to my head.
Because all these sweet words Gavin was saying made me kind of want to kiss him on the mouth, no matter how bad an idea that would be.
As he kept a hold on me, his big hands smoothing over my hair, down my back, finding any way to stay connected to me, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderful it felt to be held by a man for the first time in years.
A kind of safety and comfort I couldn’t replicate any other way, with an unexpected touch of sensuality too.
Maybe just because it had been so long. And the memories of that Vegas night five years ago were threatening to resurface in my brain, driving me to horny madness.
Instead of breaking Gavin’s hold on me and instituting some distance between us, I wrapped my arms around his slim waist. Swept up in the rightness of the sensation, I tucked my head further against his chest and breathed in his scent too.
Greedy. He was wearing cologne, and I could have guessed it was something expensive even if I didn’t know he was rich—it wasn’t the usual overpowering musk of most men’s fragrances, especially the cheap ones.
It was unique, somehow perfectly Gavin, the notes of it clean and sweet, but still with a distinctly masculine spice underneath that kind of made me want to lick him.
As if reading my thoughts, Gavin pressed me closer to him, our bodies flush against one another.
My thighs rubbed against him, my short skirt riding up a little scandalously, but I didn’t care.
Not wanting to break the bodily contact but needing to look at him, I leaned back in Gavin’s arms, craning my neck to see that his face had gone quiet and intense.
Those dark eyes were like burning coals staring into mine, and I didn’t think I was imagining the hot male hardness I felt starting to press against my belly.
It made my own insides do a little excited flip, and my sudden arousal escaped from my lips in a surprised breath.
Gavin’s gaze fell to my mouth at the sound, and if there was a sweet, sexy kind of tension in the air before, now it had ratcheted up to nuclear levels of lust. On an impulse, some semblance of the old me infusing this moment, I tilted my head back.
Then, throwing caution to the wind, I went up on my toes to meet his mouth with mine.
I was worried for a second he wouldn’t kiss me back.
Worse, that he’d pull away, look at me with disgust and rage, like at the coffee shop when he clearly thought I was going to ask him for money.
But all my fears were soothed, my hopes honored, when he pressed further into me and kissed me with a passion that melted me molten.
In seconds, I was wrapped in his arms like a vise grip, my body and his molding together, a perfect fit that seemed to echo that night five years prior.
He was definitely growing hard against me now, and that solid protrusion ratcheted up my own desire.
I was breathless when the kiss broke, and speechless when Gavin breathed in my ear, “Follow me.”
I didn’t hesitate to oblige. He took my hand in his larger one and led me down a narrow hallway at the back of the bar, one dark enough that I hadn’t noticed it before.
We passed a couple of reclusive types on the way to a door I saw was marked as an all-gender bathroom, and when Gavin pulled me through the door behind him and locked us inside together, I couldn’t help the thrilled, wicked grin that graced my lips.
“Where were we?” Gavin breathed, his gaze dark with wicked intent, and in seconds, before I could answer his clearly rhetorical question, he had my lips parting for his tongue again, my back pressed against the bathroom door.
His sensual confidence permeated my brain, flashing me back to the memories of Vegas in a way that added to the drugging allure of the moment.
It was all I could do to reciprocate, to let my hands slide up his chest, then snake around his neck.
I couldn’t resist tangling my hands in his hair, those perfect curls that had tempted me since…
well, since Vegas. They were soft, so soft that the lovely sensation of touching them only heightened my need.
I never wanted this to stop. I wanted more .
Wrapping one leg around his waist, I hooked my foot for purchase and thrust myself forward until the head of his hard, still-clothed cock was pressed against my soaked panties.
The two of us groaned together when I ground my hips against him, chasing that perfect friction.
“Christ, Allie, I need to be inside you,” Gavin bit out as he ducked his head against my neck. His teeth clamped possessively on the space where my neck met my shoulder, and I whimpered. “Please, don’t tell me no.”
As if I could ever deny myself the bliss of a repeat tryst with Gavin Ratliff.
Just the memory of his erection pounding into me had sustained me for years, my poor vibrator not a good enough stand-in for him or the other two men who completed the scene of my hottest ever hookup.
In answer, I pulled my leg off him, which at first he thought was a rebuke.
But he quickly got the message when I reached for my panties and slid them off under my skirt, kicking them across the small bathroom with my heel.
It turned him near feral to know that I was bare and dripping underneath my dress.
Not wasting another second, Gavin pulled my thigh up around his waist again and kissed my neck as his fingers found their way between us, between my thighs.
He reached my throbbing, slick clit with the expertise of someone who did this kind of thing all the time, and that first touch was a shockwave.
“Yes,” I hissed out when he started to rub me in a slow, tantalizing circle.
“More.” My hips followed his rhythm, grinding up into him, and it was hot as hell how he didn’t seem to mind that my wetness was spreading across the front of his pants.
He sucked my tender collarbone skin as if trying to leave a mark, and then his hand slid further down so that one of his long, thick fingers could find its way inside me.
The intrusion was good enough to make me moan aloud, not caring if the people we’d passed on the way to the bathroom could hear and guess exactly what was happening behind the locked door.
But Gavin had more in mind, and I had to stifle a near scream when his thumb deftly found my clit again.
Started up that same slow, teasing rhythm while his long finger pumped in and out of me.
It was effortless, how quickly he made me come apart.
Strong fingers, a delicious pace, just the right amount of pressure—all coupled with his wicked mouth tasting my throat, my ear lobe, my pulse point.
I couldn’t resist when my inner muscles started to spasm, and I cried out again as I rode his hand shamelessly through the seismic quakes of my orgasm.
The first orgasm someone else had given me in five years, and somehow, it was worth the wait.
Gavin didn’t give me any room to recover though. My nerves still blazing, in one swift motion, he slid his hand out from between my legs and up to his mouth, sucking my wetness into his waiting lips like I was a delectable treat. I watched him through the haze of lust as he grinned.
“Fuck, Allie, there’s no better taste. I could get on my knees right now and lick up every drop of you.”
Oh, fuck , that sounded good. And I knew his mouth, that quick wit he wielded like a sword, would translate to him knowing exactly how to eat me.
But my pussy was desperate for more, dying to be filled up by his thick, long cock.
I let my hand do the talking, reaching for his fly and tugging it down in hopes of releasing the turgid flesh from his pants as soon as possible.
Then, because I could feel that he wanted me to say it, I echoed his own earlier words: “I want you inside me.”
Gavin swore under his breath, then dipped his head in for another hard, drugging kiss.
It was so erotic, tasting myself on his tongue, knowing he would be inside me soon, that I almost could have come again just from that.
His hand came up to free my breasts from my dress, pulling the top down in a quick jerk that felt particularly naughty.
I hadn’t worn a bra, and he pulled back to drink in the sight of my bare nipples before he let one hand close over the swell of my left breast and squeeze.