“Do you want to come, my pet?” he asked.
He gave me that sultry little smile again as his finger took up where his tongue left off. He slipped a thick digit inside me, moving it around in ways and reaching spots my vibrator never could.
Jesus Christ, I thought to myself. We weren't even to the sex yet, and my body was on the verge of exploding.
“Yes,” I muttered, my eyes flickering open and shut as I reveled in the sensations going on inside me.
“Good,” he growled. “Because you're going to come over and over again for me. You are going to come so fucking hard for me, Josie. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he thrust two fingers roughly inside me, setting off a bomb of sensation in my pussy.
“I need you to say it.”
“I want to come,” I cried out. “Please, yes. I want to come so bad.”
“What else do you want?”
I was having a hard time focusing, but I remembered what he'd told me to say earlier when we were in the elevator. I remembered he said we'd work on it. That I needed to be better for him. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty to him, to say things I wasn't comfortable saying. Words I'd never said to any man before.
My cheeks flared with color again as I recalled his words—words he wanted me to say. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again. He arched an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.
“I—I want you to—”
“Yes?” he said, giving my clit a lick as he continued looking up at me, that look of expectation on his face.
“I want you to f—fuck me,” I said.
It was only because I felt like my body might explode if it didn't get what I needed in that moment that I was finally able to utter the words he wanted to hear. I desperately needed a release. I needed him. Needed to feel him inside me like I'd never needed anything before. And in that moment, I was willing to say whatever he wanted me to say to get what I wanted. What I needed.
“Louder,” he commanded.
I cleared my throat and tried my best to speak up, “I want you to fuck me.”
Just saying those words, those naughty words, felt wrong, but strangely enough, it also felt empowering. I had to admit that it felt good and made me feel strong, powerful. Riding that heady wave, I spoke louder and clearer than I ever had before.
I could do this. What's more, I wanted to do this.
Gavin stood up, licking his lips clean of my juices as he stared down at me. Slowly and methodically, making sure my eyes were on him, he lifted his shirt, showing off his six-pack abs. He raised the shirt higher, giving me a view of a toned, chiseled chest that was covered in ink. I couldn't make out most of the designs, but I could see they were a colorful mishmash of art, beautiful designs highlighting an already perfect chest.
I sat up and Gavin took my hand, pulling me to a standing position. He kissed me, the taste of my warm, wet center still present on his lips as he reached behind me to unhook my bra. With dexterous fingers and a well-practiced ease, he removed the snaps of my bra. It flew open, fell to the floor at my feet, and my breasts fell free into his large, strong hands.
With a feline smile, he reached over to the nearby table, and my heart skipped a beat for a moment, fearing what sort of toy or contraption he might use on me, but instead of one of his oversized dildos, he grabbed a small bottle of something.
“Give me your hands,” he said.
I put my hands out, palms up, as he directed, and he squirted the liquid into my hands. It felt like an oil or lube, sort of cold and slippery against my skin. It leaked between my fingers, but he'd already squeezed more than enough into my hands that losing a little bit of it didn't matter. I stood there and waited for direction.
“Now, reach down and touch me,” he said.
I reached for his chest, but he stopped me, a deep, rolling laugh coming from his throat. I looked up at him with fear and mortification in my eyes. I'd done something wrong. Something worth laughing at me about. But, he gave me a gentle smile that put me at ease. “Not there,” he said. “Use your hands to put the lube on my cock.”
Feeling like a blithering idiot, I gave him a lopsided smile and shook my head. Duh. What was I thinking? I looked down and gasped as I stared at his length and girth. A flutter of fear blended with anticipation stole through me as I looked at his long, thick cock. Gavin took my hands and helped move them lower toward his shaft, and then stopped with my hands still a few inches away from him.
Just as he'd done with his boxers, he made it clear that if I wanted to move things forward, I'd have to do as I was told. I'd have to be the one to initiate things. It was all on me.
“Go on, Josie,” he said. “You know you want to. Give in to your lust. Give in to the desire swirling around inside you. I can see it in your eyes. Don't deny yourself this, Josie. Don't deprive yourself of what you want.”
Reaching out slowly, I wrapped my hands around the base of his dick, gripping him tightly. Squeezing him tightly, I moved my hands up and down the length of him, letting the silky-smooth liquid in my hands coat every inch of his shaft. I was trembling, so fearful that I wasn't doing it right, but Gavin moaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed. I took that to be a good sign.