Reaching down, I gripped his head, grabbing handfuls of his thick hair in my fists as I pulled him up to me. I was dying to have him inside me. I wanted; needed to feel him in the worst way. Just the thought of him filling me made my pulse quicken.
His soft skin brushed against me as he brought his face up to mine. Leaning over me, he peered through the strands of hair falling in front of his face. The silver necklace around his neck glimmered in the faint light streaming in through the hotel window. The way he looked – was unbearably sexy.
Gavin’s erection swelled against my thigh and I realized that not only was I about to sleep with a man I barely knew, who just so happened to be my superior, but that neither of us had mentioned anything about protection.
Clearing my throat, I stumbled over my words, “Do you…” Gavin’s face was buried in the curve of my neck, his lips lighting every tender spot of my body on fire, making it difficult for me to speak, much less think clearly. I swallowed and tried again. “Do you have a condom – or something?” The embarrassment was evident in my voice.
Gavin pulled his face away and stared at me. He kept himself just far enough away that I could feel the heat from his plump head between my legs.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” I answered.
He leaned down and pressed his mouth onto mine; his hair fell around my face and his scent possessed me.
“I don’t have anything. I wasn’t exactly planning on this,” he said, gliding his hand across my breasts as he rubbed the tip of his head against my slick entrance.
My breath caught and I bit down on my lip as an almost silent whimper came from me.
“I promise I don’t bite,” he whispered in a low growl, his lips brushing over mine as he spoke. His eyes locked onto mine and all inhibitions bowed to my need for him.
I scooted myself down, willing him to take me at that very moment, trying to get him inside of me, and just as I felt his head parting my lips, he backed away. One corner of his mouth pulled up as a wicked smile danced across his face. His eyes gleamed.
“I want you so badly, Brooke,” he groaned and placed the tip on me again, sliding it back and forth over me. He pinned me down, restraining me so I couldn’t push myself down around him. The cool metal of his necklace skirted across my skin as he hovered over me.
Gavin was drawing this moment out as long as possible, making me feel him between my legs, on the very verge of penetration. He just held himself there for a moment as he panted into my ear, “Want me to stop?” I felt like I would lose control at any moment, a flood of fire warming my entire body with intense pulses.
“I’ll take your silence as a no,” he said.
I was near screaming at him to just go ahead and fuck me.
“I want to feel you,” he whispered and lightly bit down on my earlobe; his sexy accent feverishly enhancing the erotic feeling of the moment. “I want to –” he paused, reaching down to grab my pussy with his palm. Pulling my lips apart, he slid his fingers inside me. He pumped his fingers in me for only a moment and then moved his hand away from me to spread my wetness onto him. “I want to know what it feels like to fuck you,” he growled and forcefully thrust himself fully into me.
Moaning loudly, I jerked my knees up from the initial shock of him pushing through my tightened muscles. I ran my hands along his biceps and my body clenched around him. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I dug the heels of my feet into the top of his ass. I completely lost myself. I’d never felt the way he was making me feel; it was a feeling of raw and intense lust. There was no other way to describe what we were doing besides fucking – and yet he somehow made me feel like no one else in the world existed besides the two of us.
He started out slow and hard, gradually moving faster and harder.
My hands were caressing his biceps when he grabbed my arm and pinned my wrist down onto the bed with his left hand. He ran his right hand along the nape of my neck, his fingers wandering through my hair; he grabbed some of it in his palm and gently pulled. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne. My hands slid along his broad shoulders, the feeling of his sweat collecting under my palm deepened my arousal.
I moaned loudly when he moved my legs over his shoulders. I opened my eyes and watched him; the shadows accentuated his muscles as he moved within me. A warm rush came over my entire body and my muscles contracted around him, making my peak even more intense. My back arched up and I let out a very loud, uncontrolled, long cry of complete satisfaction.
Gavin pressed his body on top of me and bent my knees against my chest, holding my legs apart with his outstretched arms. My muscles were still contracting around him when he neared his breaking point. A deep, short moan escaped his lips and resonated within my ears, almost bringing me to the point of climax again. His body stiffened and his eyes closed tightly. Moments later his facial muscles relaxed and he blew a long breath from his lungs.
My body was shaking as he lay next to me catching his breath, my hand still moving along the small of his back. I felt slightly drugged from the release of endorphins. Gavin reached over and pushed my hair behind my ear. He gave me a short kiss and then propped himself up on his arm.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his finger tracing between my breasts.
“Oh, yeah.” I turned to look at him. I’d never had sex like that in my life, never been with a man like him. Everything about it seemed so wrong, but felt so damn good.
We lay still for a moment, both enjoying what had just happened. Then Gavin rubbed his lips together. “This is quite the predicament we’ve gotten ourselves into,” he said.
A stern expression came across his face and I dreaded the words that were about to come out of his mouth. All I could think was that I couldn’t let this end here, and I feared he was going to inform me that it would.
Drawing circles around my nipples, he said, “We can’t very well let anyone at work know about this – or anything else we do in the future.”
I stared at him; the light from the window cast deep shadows over his gorgeous face. I’d never been so sexually attracted to a man in my life. I wanted more of him; my body needed more of him. “How am I supposed to hide my attraction to you?” My thought accidentally vocalized itself.
Laughing mischievously, he smiled. “I wouldn’t worry so much about that as I would just making sure we keep our hands off of one another.” He rolled over and pressed himself on top of me. “That’s going to be the problem for me. I was only able to do it for a few weeks, and now that I’ve had you,” he hesitated, “it’s going to be even more trying.”
Climbing on top of me, he slipped himself back into me. I couldn’t keep myself from sighing as he moved perfectly inside me, setting a fever across my nerve endings with his touch, with the mere idea of him.
We stayed up for most of the night becoming well-acquainted with each other’s bodies, finally stopping when we both reached the point of complete exhaustion.
My head fell back onto the pillow, but I was unable to drift off to sleep. I debated going back to my room to avoid the awkwardness I feared I’d experience in the morning, but I doubted that my legs would allow me to walk. I’d gotten myself into something I swore I never would, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was certain that there wasn’t a drug on this earth that could give me the high he had just given me, and I knew my body was going to crave him.
The next morning I woke up and found myself curled up next to him. As I’d feared, the discomfort of finding myself naked in bed with him was overwhelming. I was still in disbelief that I’d been with him, that I’d actually allowed myself to do that with him. I hadn’t even fought it; I just gave into him without any thought or hesitation. I had him touching me and wanting me in ways I never knew existed. Crawling out of the bed, I made my way to the bathroom, still dazed from the night before. I ran water in the sink and splashed it on my face.
What the hell have you done, Brooke? That was absolutely stupid! He didn’t even wear a condom – what if he has a disease? If he did that with me, who knows how many other girls he’s done it with? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Glancing up in the mirror, I gave my reflection a disappointed look and then heard a soft tap on the door. Gavin cracked the door. “Can I come in?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said and pulled the door the rest of the way open.
He walked in, still completely naked from the night before. I found myself gawking; because his body was even more amazing in the light.
“Good morning.” He patted my ass as he walked past me and reached over to turn the knob to the shower. He tested to make sure the temperature was just right and then pulled the lever up. Water shot out from the shower head and tiled walls. Stepping into the shower, he held the glass door open. “Come on then,” he said.
I climbed in and he shut the door, the steam from the hot water quickly fogging up the glass. The water trickled down my body as I watched Gavin tilt his head back to run his hands through his hair to wet it. Watching him drench himself under the water made me feel like I would lose control of myself . He opened his eyes and stared at me, leaning down and tenderly kissing me. The water ran off the bridge of his nose and pooled in the crevice where our mouths met. The cold tile of the shower met my skin as Gavin pushed his body against mine and forced me up onto the wall. The slick feeling of his hands running over my body gave me chill bumps and a slight moan flew from my lips.
“You like that?” he whispered as he placed his hand between my legs and casually slid his fingers inside of me. He pressed me harder against the wall. His skin slipped against mine as the water poured down the places our bodies didn’t meet.
Grabbing my hand, he forced it around his dick, his fingers delving deeper into me. I got brave and slapped his hand away from me. His eyes flashed as he glanced down at his hand and back up to my face. I didn’t want to fool with the foreplay; I just wanted him in me.
I placed my foot on a tile shelf, tugging him toward me and shoving him into me. There was an instant relief from him working his way deep inside of me, giving in to the urge I had to have him. The warm sensation forced my head against the tile and he put his hand on the small of my back, pulling himself further inside of me. His hand slithered down my body and firmly kneaded my ass as his teeth raked across my neck. I let out another moan, this one a little louder and more intense than the first. Pushing himself as far as he could into me, he held himself there. The tearing sensation sent a twinge of utter want flying over my body.
“Gavin!” I whimpered as my fingers clenched down into his shoulders.
He ran his hand along the back of my thigh and pulled it up to his chest; lifting me up onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared down into his eyes. The water was running down his face and slowly dripping over his lips. He kissed me with a hard and passionate kiss as I moved up and down on him. The feel of our wet skin sliding against each other quickly took me to the brink of ecstasy.
I moved harder on him, still discovering how much I loved the way he felt inside of me. My nails dug into his neck, his hair tangling between my fingers. Each time I lifted myself up on him my breast grazed his lips, rolling the plumpness of them across my flesh. The pleasurable feeling quickly escalated to a pent up need for satisfaction. My nerve endings became overly sensitive and each stroke, twitch; each hard thrust sent shocks radiating throughout my extremities. Fire traveled over me, followed by a blissful weakness. I was helpless. My sighs, gasps, and moans echoed from the tiled walls of the shower.
The feeling made me lose all inhibition. “Fuck,” I panted out as my body trembled on him.
Gavin fell against the wall, grasping onto my ass as he released a few short groans into my ear. The hard, cold tile pressed against my back and sent shivers up my spine. His thrusts became less rhythmic and deep; his movements slowed and his hold on me tightened.
Laying his forehead against the tile, his uneven breaths blew over my neck. He closed his eyes and inhaled. “I love fucking you. You feel amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” His hands brushed down my arms and he looked into my eyes. “You truly are amazing,” he said before kissing me again.
I never wanted to leave Boston. I wanted to stay there in that hotel room forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Gavin
The water poured down her breasts in the most enticing way. I watched as she closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair to rinse the shampoo out. To me she was incredibly beautiful; gorgeous. Fatally attractive. She opened her eyes and smiled as she stepped closer, the point of her nipple brushing against my wet skin when she brought her face close to mine. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips delicately against mine. She moved toward the door of the shower, pausing to stare at me as she reached for the handle. Those incredibly blue eyes of hers pierced me.
“How am I supposed to go in to work tomorrow and look you in the face?” She laughed softly as she wrung the water from her long, dark hair. “All I’m gonna do is picture you completely naked.” She pushed the shower door open, pausing to look me over before she stepped out. “Just like this, wet and sexy as hell.” The sultry growl she spoke in tempted me in the worst way.
The corners of my mouth pulled up and I laughed. She shut the door and left me to myself in the shower. My head pounded as I leaned back to wet it again. What in the hell had I done? I’d let her get me drunk. I’d sat there and drank myself to the point of becoming intoxicated. I’d kissed her. I’d felt every single inch of that woman with my tongue, and I’d loved every moment of it. The taste of her was so satisfying. The feel of her, the way she felt, the way she tasted, the way she tempted me, the restraint I’d maintained to keep myself from slamming her up against a wall, to not yank her hair and hiss demands at her. To not drain her soul from her. To not kill her. Oh God, I wanted her in the worst way. I wanted to take this control that she was unknowingly taking away from me and place it on her. I needed to control her, the way she moved on me, the way she touched me; but above all, I had to control the way she made me feel for her.
The steam rolled out across the ceiling of the bathroom as I walked to the sink and wiped the fog from the mirror. Staring at my reflection, I ran my hand along my jawline, inspecting the stubble that shadowed my face. I reached for the razor and turned it on, pressing it against my skin and moving it in small, circular motions across my face and neck.
Brooke leaned in the doorway and I turned the razor off.
“I’m gonna go get my stuff packed.” She looked at me. “Meet you in the lobby when it’s time to go?”
I nodded and turned my razor back on. She disappeared from the doorway and the door shut softly behind her. Taking in a deep breath, I reassured myself I knew exactly what I was doing.
I strolled out into the lobby and found Brooke sitting on a bench. She had on a t-shirt and jeans and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her lips formed into a perfectly shaped smile as I approached her, towing my luggage behind me. She stood and pulled the handle from her suitcase up. I reached down and pried her hand from the handle, pulling both suitcases behind me as we walked to the exit.
She glanced up at me, her bright blue eyes veiled with an expression of pure innocence that shook me to my core.
“So, I couldn’t be happier that I came on this trip,” she giggled. “It was much more exciting than I’d expected.” Batting her eyes at me, she nudged my side with her elbow.
Allowing one side of my mouth to pull up, I cleared my throat. “Yes, it was absolutely a very satisfying trip.” I glanced down at her as we approached the curb to wait on a cab. “Seems I may be taking something of a souvenir back with me, aye?” I let go of the handle to my suitcase and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen loose behind her ear. My hand traced along her jawline. Grabbing her chin, I pulled her face up to mine. “I’m going to make you
feel things you’ve never felt before, I’ll fuck you like no one else can, Brooke. You just wait — you’ve no idea the things I’ll do to that pretty little body of yours.”
She blushed as I stared at her. Her eyes widened and that look of shock and simultaneous arousal at my words satisfied me deeply.
“Really?” I asked. “That easily? After last night, you’re still going to embarrass so easily?” I lowered my voice. “You weren’t blushing when I had my face between your legs last night, were you?”
The shade of red deepened as the cab pulled up.
I opened the door for her. “Interesting,” I said.
She glanced back at me with a roused expression. I shut the door and placed the luggage in the trunk, then walked to the other side of the cab and climbed in. Brooke was staring out the window nervously biting her cuticles.
She turned her head and looked sternly at me. “I don’t usually do things like that.”
My gaze narrowed. “Like what?” I knew what she was referencing but wanted her to say it.
Her eyes darted up to the cab driver and she lowered her voice to a faint whisper. “Sleep with somebody like that,” she stopped momentarily and a slightly embarrassed expression washed across her face. “I didn’t even make you use protection… I’ve never done that before.” She covered her face with her hands in an effort to hide her shame from me.
Pulling her hands from her face, I stared blankly at her. “You’re on birth control. No need to worry.” She shot a displeased look at me. I brought her hand into my lap and intertwined my fingers with hers, rubbing my thumb softly across the side of her hand. “It’s okay,” I glanced down at her hand. “I haven’t either. We just got a little carried away. That’s all. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
I thought about the differences in what we were referencing; I knew she meant she’d never slept with someone so quickly, and I was referencing the fact that I’d never fucked someone the way I’d fucked her.
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