I’d assumed it was always going to be as friends. But here, now, as he towered over me, I wondered if this had been inevitable. If I’d always been waiting for us to get to this moment.
I’d wanted a vacation fling. Gavin was … so much more than that.
He grabbed a condom from his bag and slid it on the length of him. He tossed the wrapper and crawled onto the bed after me.
“Fuck, I want you.”
“How do you want me?” I teased.
He arched an eyebrow. “What’s your favorite position?”
“What’s yours?”
At the same time, we said, “Doggy.”
He grabbed my hips in his hands and flipped me over. I squeaked at the sudden movement before pushing my ass backward toward him. To my surprise, he didn’t thrust right inside and take what I was offering.
He bent down and pressed a kiss to one side of my ass and then one on the other. He spread my cheeks wider, revealing my black thong. Two fingers trailed down the center of me—from my asshole down to my awaiting pussy.
“Are you ready for me?”
I groaned as he slid aside the thong and dragged those fingers through the wet center of me. “Oh God.”
He pushed inside of me, and I tightened all around him. My eyes closed as he took his time, exploring my pussy.
“So wet, Whit.”
“Please,” I gasped.
Normally, I liked a good long foreplay. Lots of orgasms from being eaten out. But right now, I could practically come just from him touching me. Him manhandling me in ways that hadn’t been done to me … maybe ever. I’d always had such a dominating personality that most people let me take control where I wanted. Gavin was not that person.
Finally, he removed his fingers and slipped my panties over my hips. He lifted my body up, so I was on all fours. “This what you wanted?”
“God, yes,” I said.
Then, he slammed inside of me. I rocked forward, nearly losing my balance. He stretched and stretched and stretched me, and, fuck, he wasn’t even all the way in. I was so fucking warmed up, yet still, he moved forward.
“Oh my god, Gavin. How fucking big are you?”
He laughed, a confident know-it-all laugh. “Is that a complaint?”
He pushed in further, and I saw stars.
“Definitely no.”
“I’d say I’ll take it slow,” he said as he gripped my hips and pulled me another inch backward onto him, “but I don’t think you want me to.”
One more inch, and finally—finally—he was inside of me. We both moaned at the relief. I was as full as I’d ever been in my life. Stuffed full in the best way possible. My pussy contracted around him, wanting him exactly where he was.
“That’s right,” he said, tightening his grip on my hips.
Then, he started moving. And true to his word, he was not slow. His rhythm was instantly hot and fast. I held on for dear life as I pushed myself backward into each thrust. Harder with every push. My body could barely contain itself from all the feelings all at once.
Everything else fell away. The entire world narrowed to this one moment. I’d had partners before Gavin, but none could compare to exactly how I was feeling. Everything coalesced into one unforgettable orgasm that rocked through my body, completely unprompted.
I cried out as he continued to drive deep into me. But my tightening triggered his own, and he plunged down one more time before stilling as he emptied himself.
My name was a murmur, a whisper, a prayer on his lips as he came. “Whit, Whit, Whit.”
I dropped forward onto my elbows, as my hands could no longer support me. He withdrew, slow and steady, and the rest of my body followed.
I threw my arms wide and stared at him in awe. “What did you do to me?”
He smirked as he discarded the condom. Then, he crawled back onto the bed and pulled my small body into his. “Exactly what you wanted me to.”
Then, he kissed my shoulder, and we both promptly fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
8
GAVIN
The next morning, I was stolen from a perfect dream.
In the dream, I’d made a bet with a pixie. And when she’d won, she’d stolen my heart for the night.
But when I cracked my eyes open, the pixie slept soundly next to me.
Her caramel hair was a wave around her head. Her plump lips invitingly half-open. Her breasts had been released from her top at some point in the night. We were both naked, and already, my body was responding to her ass pressed hard against me.
It hadn’t been a dream at all.
Whitley and I had slept together last night, and here, in the light of day, she was still in my bed.
As much as I wanted to stay in this moment forever, I tugged on a pair of boxers and padded into the bathroom. After relieving myself, I brushed my teeth and then hopped into the shower. We’d passed out, sweaty and exhausted, last night. I had no complaints. None at all. But I was a shower in the morning kind of guy, and routine took over.