Lowering his head back down again, he starts to kiss my swollen flesh, licking at my nipples and rubbing the scruff on his face against my skin. It's a riot of feelings, causing a riot of emotions to course through me. I feel achy and hot, stretched tight like a rubber band.
"Need to taste you more," Garrett murmurs against my skin, then he gently bites at one of my nipples, causing me to gasp over the sensation.
Inching down my body, Garrett licks and kisses his way across my stomach. He never hesitates when he reaches my panties, merely hooking his fingers in them and dragging them down my legs. As he pulls the silk off me, his lips nip and bite at my skin...on my thigh, the side of my knee...an ankle. It feels like he has a hundred points of touch against my body at once and it makes me dizzy with lust.
I'm stunned when he pulls my panties free of my ankles, then rubs them thoughtfully across his lips for a moment while he stares down at me...almost as if he's contemplating the best way to ravage my body.
"Think I'll keep these," Garrett says with a sly grin and tosses the panties down on top of his pile of clothing on the floor.
I start to protest, because those are one of my favorite pairs, but Garrett places his hands on the insides of my thighs, and the words dry in my mouth. He eases my legs farther open, his eyes dragging down my body. "I think it's time to see if you taste as good as I think you do," he murmurs, his palms now sliding up my legs.
I'm not sure I can handle this. I feel coiled so tight that I'm afraid the minute he touches me, I might explode up off the bed. My body trembles as he lowers himself down, using his fingers to spread me wide before him.
He glances up at me once as his face lowers toward me and he gives me a soft smile. I return a tremulous one and then my eyes flutter closed, my fingers gripping the comforter for leverage.
It's coming...I can feel his warm breath against me, then...yes...oh, my God, yes.
His mouth closes over me, so hot...so damned good.
A groan that sounds like the roar of a rocky avalanche tumbling down a mountain tears free and my hips press upward, seeking more.
And he gives it to me. With an answering groan against my aching flesh, Garrett uses his tongue in ways I never even knew existed. He circles around me gently, sometimes plunging it deep within...other times fluttering it against me like a hummingbird's wings.
So fucking amazing.
I risk a peek down my body, past my breasts that are pushed up high from the material of my bra still wedged underneath, and see his dark head bobbing slightly between my legs, his tanned hands spread wide to hold me open.
It's almost more than I can bear, and when he latches on to me and starts to suck, it's my undoing.
"Oh, God," I moan out loud as my body surrenders to climax. For a brief moment I pretend that the force of my orgasm as it rumbles through my body chases away every bit of the illness circulating from within, and as I float back down to earth, I imagine for a peaceful moment that I am clean and whole.
Garrett starts kissing his way up my body again, and when I open my eyes, I see pride on his face for making me feel so good. No...that wasn't just good. It was amazing, and even though my limbs are weak with satisfaction, I want to wear that same look that he has right now. I want to make him feel just as good.
Raising my hands, I bring them to his chest as he hovers over me. "Get on your back," I tell him.
His eyebrows raise in surprise, and a slow smile curves upward. He gives me a subtle nod and then rolls off to lie beside me. I sit up from the bed, feeling a little dizzy, but I know it's just leftover orgasm side effects, and flip a leg over him to straddle just above his waist.
Placing my hands on the mattress beside his head, I lean over and bring my lips to his. He opens for me and I give him a deep kiss. Pulling back, I rub my nose along his and murmur, "That was amazing. Thank you."
Garrett's hands come up to smooth along my butt and down my thighs. "Trust me...that was absolutely my pleasure. I loved making you come like that. And yeah...you taste as good as you look."
My cheeks heat up, but that's nothing compared to the lavalike feeling within my veins. I give him another quick kiss and scramble backward, grabbing the condom that's been lying at the end of the bed. I fumble with it briefly, mainly because Garrett uses my distraction to put one hand between my legs, where he strokes me softly. I have to actually bat him away or I'll never get the damn thing open, and he laughs at me darkly.
Finally...I pull the condom out. Finally...I get a good, up close look at his shaft. It's huge...but then again, he's a big man. It's beautiful...long, thick, and dark with the life force that has swollen it to such proportions.
Pinching the tip, I roll the condom down his length, squeezing him at the base when I have it firmly in place. I look back up at Garrett briefly, and his eyes are dark and hooded...filled with lustful eagerness.
It takes me only a moment to raise my body, take him in hand, and start to lower myself on to his cock. His oral ministrations and mind-blowing orgasm have left me well prepared, and I take him in with only a slight sting.
Lower...lower...and still lower yet, I sink onto him slowly until I'm sitting flat against his pelvis. A gurgled sound comes out of his throat and his fingertips dig into my thighs.
His gaze is pinned down to where we are joined, and I find I need his attention.
"I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," I tell him as I start to rise.
His gaze reaches up to mine, and there's no smile there now. Only a wild and carnal need for me to finish him off.
I sink down onto him and he gasps, his eyes rolling back briefly before they return to me. "Mission accomplished," he says tightly. "It already feels fucking amazing."
Yeah...I think I need a little more than that. I want to drive him crazy with feelings, so I pick up my pace, raising up and sinking back down with a little more force. I move over him, rolling my hips on the downswing, going faster and faster.
"Yes," Garrett whispers, his big hands framing my hips to help grind me down against him.
Soon his hips are in on the action, lurching up from the bed to meet me thrust for thrust. Sounds such as I've never heard come from a man before pour out of his lips. He groans and growls and curses.
Faster, and faster, and faster we go. I ride him hard as the muscles around his neck and chest tighten. I feel a second orgasm starting to roil in my lower belly, and in a mindless fit to chase that pleasure, I grab one of his hands and thrust it between my own legs. Garrett doesn't need any more e
ncouragement than that, and he starts to slide his fingers against me.
"Give it to me," he demands, his finger working me faster.
I bounce up and down on his cock, and a bead of sweat rolls down my temple. My breathing is labored and my thighs are aching, but I don't stop. I never want to stop.
In a massive rush, my orgasm hits me hard and my body starts to spasm. "Oh, shit," I mumble, then Garrett is thrusting up into me hard, both hands back at my hips to slam me down forcefully one more time.
He throws his head back, his chin raising to the ceiling, and he lets out a roar of release as tremors quake through my own body. Garrett's hand shoots out and grabs me by the back of the head. He pulls me down hard against his body and smashes his mouth against mine. Our teeth knock together, then his tongue is plunging into my mouth in a brutal kiss as we both let the fading rumble of our climaxes melt away.
He pulls back slightly on my hair, raising my lips from his. "Fuck," he pants with his mouth just inches from mine. "Fuck, that was good."
I giggle and then collapse onto his chest, feeling the sweat from both of our bodies mingling. "Amazing."
"God, I think you killed me," he mutters, and even though I can't see his face, I can feel the grin.
"What a way to die," I say, and even as the words are out of my mouth, my reality comes crashing back into me. Even as my body still quakes and my heart still races, I remember that this moment with Garrett is fleeting and nothing but a temporary respite.
Chapter 7
Garrett
Holding on to the support bar with one hand, I reach the other out and crank up the speed on the treadmill. I'm at just over three miles and I need to bang out another two before I can say that my workout is officially over. Alex runs beside me and I watch him increase the speed on his machine to keep pace with me. Just to outdo him, I hit the up button two more times, and my legs are pumping hard as I race him in place. Practically sprinting but going nowhere.
Normally, we both like to run outside, but damn North Carolina and its infernal heat and humidity that reaches blistering around mid-morning. This time of the year, it's safer for us to run indoors, and especially after the brutal practice we had this morning, I'm thankful for the ability to run inside an air-conditioned building.