by Anna Scott
As he found just the right spot, my hand flew down and pressed his skirt-covered head harder into me. Arching my neck, my head pressed down into the soft comforter and my pussy pressed harder into his face. The entire bed rocked as he roughly grabbed hold of my thighs and pulled me closer. With only lips, tongue and very skilled teeth, Gavin had me cumming all over his face within minutes. I’d never, not once in my life, cum like that.
“Gavin, ah,”
“That’s it baby, give it to me.” He snarled, working his finger deeper and without hesitation it fucked me hard and fast. “Jesus, Dawn, you’re tight.” Crawling up over me, he moved like a predator, graceful, yet powerfully strong. Somewhere along the way, he’d lost his pants too.
Years ago, I’d seen him in swim trunks, but he’d gotten even bigger. Lifting my hands, I ran my greedy fingers over the hard, rippling muscles, his biceps and to his thick, broad shoulders. I loved it, how he loomed over me, peering down at me as if I were a meal he was about to feast on. I wanted to be devoured by him. I wanted to be Gavin McNeil’s prey, I wanted to be everything to him, to be all he ever desired, because I knew, in that moment that he would be all that for me.
An image of him and that other woman flashed through my mind, but I forced it away. I wouldn’t allow anyone to come between us again. I’d wanted him since I found out what sex was; I’d always wanted Gavin to be mine. I’d find a way to make that my reality, no matter what, I’d find a way.
My hands flexed on his shoulders, his eyes were totally fixed on mine, and he wasn’t moving, but I was pretty sure he’d read my expression when the doubt had crept in. His expression changed for just a moment, but I smiled up at him, seductively, hopefully. His grin was instant and lascivious. I knew from that moment on that I was absolutely under his spell. There was no part of me that was off limits to him. I’d do whatever he wanted, I’d be his puppet.
He fisted my barely there panties and ripped the tiny strings. Acting like a conqueror, he tossed them over his shoulder and was pressing inside me before I even knew what was happening.
Nails biting into his skin, I held on tight, as he moved and I felt the burn, the stretch of his absolute possession. There was something different, something hard, metal maybe? Jesus, was he pierced? Fuck, that was amazing.
“Ah, fuck, Gavin, what is that?” I cried out, lost in total bliss. The ball pressing right there, in that spot, and the other on my clit, fuck, it hit me every time he moved.
I’d have never guessed that conservative, though admittedly playful Gavin was pierced. I’d caught sight of some ink, but hadn’t had a chance to inspect it yet, but those piercings were perfectly positioned.
“I’ll show you later, baby.” He huffed out, while obviously holding himself back.
“Fuck me, Gavin, don’t, oh shit,” I cried. He lost his reserve and snarled like a feral beast. Propping himself up with one hand, he grabbed both wrists with the other and slammed them over my head onto the bed. Moving his other hand to join in, he held each wrist firmly, moving his chest up higher, my hands were above my head, my legs were spread wide, and he fucked the absolute shit out of me. I’d never known anyone could move like that. He pounded harder and harder, totally out of control, he moved me, adjusted my position and did exactly what he wanted with every powerful thrust of his hips.
His chocolate eyes glowed in the low light, the gold shining, looking almost animalistic, unreal. His face has hard and sweet at the same time.
“We’re fucking done,” he grunted, as he took both wrists into one hand, and used the other to roughly cup my chin, spanning his fingers over one cheek, he peered meaningfully down into my eyes. “This shit is done, Dawn, you get me, no more cat and mouse.”
Totally confused, I couldn’t focus on what he was saying, or what he could possibly mean. I just looked up at him, my sex-haze almost gone, hoping he wasn’t breaking up with me, or whatever when we were in the middle of having sex.
Shaking his head, he seemed to realize that I was lost, he slowed his pace and lowered his chest so his face was only inches from mine, though no less possessive. “This is it, Dawn, you’ll never feel another man this way. I’m it for you.” He raised his eyebrows and almost glaring at me, and I just stared at him.
“What?” I asked, totally confused.
“You’re it for me, baby, and I’m it for you, yeah?”
“Are you asking me a question right now?”
“No, I’m fucking you right now, baby, and I’m telling you, that we’re done playing this little game. No more fucking around, no more, it’s you and me from here on out. You get me?”
Nodding, a huge grin spread across my face. He wasn’t going to see anyone else anymore. I was so excited, so freaking happy, it was the best moment, the absolute best moment of my entire life. I had the man I’d always loved, inside my body, in my bed, telling me that I was it for him. That he was it for me, that moment was absolutely my dream come true. There couldn’t possibly be a better one, well, maybe someday, when I gave him his first child, but I’d think about that later.
Gavin kissed me again, possessing my mouth, possessing my body, my heart, my soul, it all belonged to him. I was his, completely, totally, I’d never been anything else. I was done for.
As our bodies slapped together, sounding loud in the room, the dampness from the sweat that coated us, making it even louder, I reveled in the sexy feel of him riding me hard. He held me captive, I couldn’t move, and I knew it. He controlled me.
I watched him, through sex-drunk eyes. His right arm was held out at an angle, so he could hold my wrists tightly, with his left, he reached around and pulled my ankle up higher on his waist, and he watched as he moved. His body had an amazing fluidity, the way his muscles flexed and relaxed with each press and retreat, then his eyes caught mine. The hard stare was gone, the left side of his lips tilted up and the cocky smirk on his face was it. I started to giggle.
“Mmm, you think something is funny?”
Shaking my head, I grinned, but controlled the laughter. He moved down, laying his big chest on mine, our damn skin, easing the movement, as he slid over me. Leaning in, he nipped my grinning lips with his teeth.
“You’re perfect, baby,” he whispered.
“No, it’s always been you.” When he released my wrists, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me, loving the feel of him, on me, in me. His strong body covered mine, protected mine, controlled mine, in a way I knew without question, that I’d never get over. “You’re really arrogant though,” I teased into his ear just before licking the lobe.
Pressing up, like a pushup, he held himself over me, and stilled the movement of his hips and mock-glared at me.
“Hey!” I protested his sudden stillness. Using my heels, I tried to press him down, to get him to move, with no luck. Getting frustrated, I tried to move my hips up, to meet him, to pull back, “move, honey, please,” I begged, getting desperate. The walls of my pussy were beginning to quiver, I felt desperate, I needed him crazily. There was nothing like it, I’d never felt so much. Kicking his butt cheeks with my feet, I started to move from side to side and throw a mini-tantrum like a toddler. I was sure it looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care.
All of a sudden, he let his arms go and fell onto me, trying really hard to control his laughter. “Jesus, baby, you’re a fucking riot.” Kissing the side of my neck, he began to move again, but slowly, then he clutched me at the waist and rolled us so I was on top.
With Gavin flat on the bed, I laid my hands flat on his chest and began to rock my hips. He kept his hands on my hips and helped me find the perfect rhythm.
“You feel so good, baby,” he sighed, as he began to press up and meet me. It wasn’t long until I was cumming again, he held my hips firmly, supporting me, keeping me still through my climax as he pounded me, harder and harder, all of a sudden, rolling us, so fast, he had my wrists in his hand again and he held my neck in his hand. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm. I couldn�
�t do anything but look right into his eyes, that were glowing again, he was absolutely feral again. He stared into me, as he thrust harder until finally, his face relaxed and he groaned.
Leaning down, he kissed me sweetly, moving his fingers to caress the side of my face, as our bodies calmed.
“You are truly the perfect woman, Dawn, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed about this, about you.” He confessed as he pulled me into his arms and we began to cuddle together. When he pulled out, I felt the wetness leave my body and I looked up at him in shock.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I’d known it felt different, that it was better, I knew that there wasn’t any latex, but I hadn’t let it penetrate. “Um, Gavin, you want to talk to me about something?” I asked, feeling a little annoyed, if I were totally honest. It sucked too, just coming off that incredible high, back to reality so fast.
That fucking image was back in my head, that woman. My entire body stilled and I knew he’d felt it.
“What?” He asked, all innocence, fucking men.
“Did you forget something?” I knew my snotty tone wouldn’t be appreciated, but shit, this was a big damn deal. I’d never, not once had sex without a condom and hadn’t intended to start now with a man who’d had sex with another woman as recently as last week. I had no idea of his history, or if he was usually so irresponsible. I was on the pill, but I didn’t need the clap.
Of course, Gavin was bigger and stronger than I was, so as I tried to pull away from him, he pulled me right back and nuzzled the very sensitive skin of my neck. “Nope, I didn’t forget a thing, except maybe to shove something in your mouth after I came so you didn’t spout off.” I felt the smirk, so I knew he was teasing, but I was in no mood.
“Really, Gavin, fucking really?” I asked, as I shoved him away and tried to sit up.
“What the hell, baby? I was kidding. What’s wrong?” He looked completely confused. Did he frequently have sex without a condom, yuck, that would be nasty. I’d have to bleach my shit out for sure then, I could only imagine the doctor’s report.
“The condom, Jesus, Gavin, the fucking condom. Did you forget the condom?” My tone was so annoyed, so sarcastic, so belligerent I wasn’t surprised when he got angry with me.
“No, I didn’t. You’re on the pill, you don’t seem to be fucking anyone else, so we don’t need one. All I've thought about for probably ten years is feeling you bare, squeezing tight around me.” His brows were raised to his hairline and his eyes were glowing again, but for a much different reason now.
“Yeah, you think that’s something, maybe you could have talked about with me first?”
“Why, there wasn’t any need to, besides, you didn’t seem to mind before.”
“I didn’t know, it isn’t like you said, ‘hey, Dawn, can I be really stupid right now and go bareback?’ No, you didn’t do that!”
“What the fuck? Why is it stupid, I know you’re clean, so what’s the problem?” He was yelling now, so angry with me for the way I was behaving. I knew I was being a bitch, but the thought of him with that other woman, and now with me, after everything he’d said, I’d been so happy, everything had been perfect, and now I could almost see it all crumbling before me.
“Of course I’m clean, I’m not worried about me.” I glared giving him a ‘duh’ look, but not bothering to cover myself.
“Oh, so you’re worried about me? What the fuck, you think I’ve got some STD or something?” His question was more of an accusation, as he sat up and stood from the bed, looking around for his boxer briefs. Tagging them across the room, he grabbed them and pulled them on, still glaring at me.
“Well, I have no idea, do I? I’m not the one with multiple bed partners, am I?” I accused snottily. I was hurting right then and I was letting it go, right there, giving it all to him. I felt like shit though, really, I knew he wouldn’t put me in danger like that, he wasn’t an asshole.
“What?” He growled, stalking back to the bed, his eyes glowing bright now, with rage and something else.
As I sat there, completely naked a vulnerable, he moved his hands quickly, dislodging the briefs he’d just slipped on and dropped them back to the floor. His body moved in one fluid movement, pressing me back until I laid flat on the bed, without even touching me. How he did that I’d never know.
“I told you, you are all I think about, all I dream about, you are the only woman I want, the only woman I have wanted since the minute I saw you at Luke’s weeks ago.”
He seemed to be studying my face for a long time, trying to figure out what I was doing, what I was thinking. I was confused, I’d seen him with that woman more than once, and their relationship was obviously very friendly. Sure, I’d only seen him put his hand on her back, but at minimum, they were close friends, friends no one else seemed to know anything about.
“I told you that the games are over, Dawn, you are not going to throw this fucking wall up in my face and think you’re going to get away from me.” He continued, being sure to stake his claim all over again.
With a hand on each thigh, he pressed my legs wide and sunk right into me. I was soaking wet from our previous fuck-fest, so he was able to slide in with ease, even though he was too big for me. He planted himself there, holding still, firm and determined, he watched my face as I thought over what he’d said and what I’d seen, unfortunately, with him inside me again, I was totally confused.
“Wait, so, you’re not going to see anyone else after this?” I asked, seeking the clarification I needed.
An annoyed look crossed his face, then he closed his eyes and shook his head a little. “No, I’m not going to see anyone, only you, and you are sure as fuck not going to see anyone else either.” His voice had softened, he’d lost the anger that had been present just seconds before, but after leaning in and kissing me gently, he stayed rooted, and pulled up to ask, “what’s this about, baby? You have to know that I’m clean, I’d never do that to you.”
The softness in his voice killed me, it made me feel like shit, and made me question what I’d seen. He’d been walking with a woman. She was beautiful, absolutely, amazing, he’d had his hand on her back and I’d seen them smile at each other, but that was it, right? There was something there though, nothing that I could see, but a closeness I’d sensed between them. He’d looked at her with affection, I needed to ask him, to just come out and mention it, but before I got the nerve up to do it, he leaned down, kissed my lips with so much tenderness my body melted into the mattress and he made sweet, passionate, amazing love to me. Any thought of beautifully fit brunettes, was gone, Gavin was all I could see, feel or even think about now.
Lying in the arms of the man I’d loved since I was a girl, reveling in the post-coital bliss, enjoying the high of two more fabulous orgasms, my entire body stilled when his phone rang – with that ring.
“God damn it,” he shouted, jack knifing off the bed and rushing to the front room to find his phone.
As was usual, I heard the beep when he answered the automated call, but he didn’t respond, he stood there listening to the details of whatever they were being called back in for.
Standing from the bed, I grabbed my robe off the hook in my closet and went into the kitchen. I didn’t have much, but I knew if he was being called in for something, it would be a long night and he probably wouldn’t get an opportunity to even get a drink, let alone anything to eat.
The phone slammed down on the entry way table, and I peeked my head up to look at him, sharing his frustration at our interrupted night. So much had happened, so much had changed between us, and the funny thing was, I hadn’t gotten to see him yet. Both times we’d made love, I hadn’t gotten a look and I was dying to see those piercings. As we’d been lying in the bed, him playing with my hair, my eyes closed, head resting on his chest, I’d been imagining getting to do all kinds of wicked things to him. Oh well, this was going to be my life, so I’d better get used to it now.
Gavin had thrown his jea
ns on and run out to his truck, barefoot and shirtless. He was damn sexy and I knew that he’d have stopped traffic like that, if it were a busy street.
“Baby?”
“Yeah,” I asked, distractedly putting drinks and snacks into a paper grocery bag.
“Does one of your neighbors belong to an MC?”
The question was so odd, I stopped what I was doing and turned my head to look at him, total confusion had to be written all over my face.
“No, why?”
Shaking his head in the negative, he walked into my room, but didn’t say anything else. Shrugging my shoulders, I let it go, assuming he’d seen the guy I’d noticed in recent weeks. There were lots of bikers in and around Dallas, the climate was pretty mild all year, so the guys could ride almost anytime. I heard Harley pipes around here all the time.
“Here, I don’t have a lot, sorry, but maybe it will help hold you over until you can eat.” I said, handing him the bag. We were standing at the front door, me in my robe, him in his SWAT pants, boots and plain tee, holding his uniform shirt in his hand. I knew it wasn’t safe for him to wear that in his truck, he never did, never wore his uniform home.
Taking the bag, he leaned down, wrapped his free hand around the back of my head and kissed me, sweet, tender and quick.
“Lock up tight after I go.”
“All right, text me later, let me know you’re okay.”
“Will do.”
And just like that, he was gone. I watched as he climbed into his truck, stretched his hand out on the seat next to him, turned his head around and reversed out of the driveway. Within seconds, he was willingly driving toward the danger – whatever it was.
Doing as he’d asked, I closed up the house, locked it down and cleaned up the dishes from dinner, changed the very mangled sheets and got ready for bed. By the time my eyes closed, while reading my favorite romance, I hadn’t heard a word from him. I was worried, but I’d forced it away, knowing that I couldn’t live my life in fear like that.