by Whitley Cox
He wanted a lot more of that before the night was over. He wanted a lot more of that for the rest of his life.
Chapter 7
Heather
Three orgasms in twenty minutes. What the hell was going on? And she’d touched herself, brought herself to climax in front of Gavin. She’d never done that in front of a man before in her life. But something in Heather (besides the scotch) had made her do it. As he’d slowly released the pearly buttons of his crisp white dress shirt to reveal a washboard stomach and pecs worthy of a billboard, her hand suddenly had a life of its own. And the way he’d responded, playing with her nipples, had been perfect, and the orgasm had rocked her world.
After that third climax, Heather slumped back into the pillows and closed her eyes. The scotch was working its way through her veins and had pooled in all the right places: her belly, her feet, her brain and her pussy. Everything was happy and pliant and in a well-earned state of blissful atrophy.
The mattress shifted next to her, but she didn’t bother to open up her eyes. Seconds later, the same velvety softness from earlier swept up her cleft again. She mewled from the pleasure but went to move away.
“Not yet,” she said lazily, not bothering to open her eyes. “Too sensitive.”
He shifted again. “What would you like then? I’ll do anything for you.”
She let out a loud sigh, and a smile coasted across her face. “Hmm, tie me to the headboard, spank me hard and lick my ass.” A giggle much too girlie for her liking bubbled up before she could stop it. She clapped a hand to her mouth, but that only made her giggles turn into a laugh. She hadn’t even bothered to open her eyes. It’d been ages since she’d had this much to drink, and apparently good scotch dissolved the filter in her brain.
Silence reigned supreme in her bedroom until she was forced to open her eyes. Had he quietly gathered his clothes and left? No. He just sat there on the side of the bed staring at her as if she’d just told him she, too, was a billionaire and had also been to outer space.
“Just kidding?” she said hopefully, at an attempt to ease the sudden choking tension in the room.
“Were you?”
No.
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She couldn’t get a read on him. Not a lip or eyebrow twitch. He just sat there, his baby blues piercing her soul and making her want to submit to him in every way. But she couldn’t, at least not in every way. He could have her body, but he’d never have her heart again.
Sitting up, she met his gaze dead-on. “So what if I’m not? A lot has changed in ten years.”
“Apparently.”
Her back went ramrod-straight from his tone. Was he judging her? If so, he could get the fuck out now. She went to open her mouth and say as much, but he was on her and she was beneath him in seconds, her arms above her head and pinned tightly beneath his one big, strong hand. He wedged a knee between her legs and pressed down against her still swollen and tender clit. Unable to control herself or her urges, she ground her cleft against him.
He hovered above her, waiting for her eyes to focus on his. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her nipples could cut glass, and her belly was doing somersaults and cartwheels.
Without another word, he flipped her over onto her front and began organizing her body how he saw fit. Up on her knees, legs spread, arms out, so she balanced on her elbows, head down. He climbed down off the bed, and she heard him rummaging around in one of her drawers. Seconds later he was back and binding her hands together with one of her silk scarves, then to the headboard.
“Restraint hooks are underneath,” she whispered, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest from how turned on she was.
He simply grunted. But he found them and secured her wrists properly.
She didn’t have much time to wait before that diabolical tongue from earlier found her center and he thrust inside. “God,” she murmured into the pillow.
Up and down, around and around he fucked her with his mouth, drank her down, lapped her up. And then there was a poke. A soft, curious, sensual poke. She clenched on instinct but didn’t push away. He swept his tongue up between her cheeks, then circled her tight hole. She trembled on the mattress as the sensations swamped her. So forbidden. So wrong, but oh so good.
Two fingers trailed between her cleft, gathering her wetness and drawing it up her crease. He plunged those fingers inside and with unerring accuracy found her G-spot.
“Fuck!” Heather cried. “Fuck.”
She was on the edge again, so close she could practically taste the climax when his mouth stopped, pulled away and a harsh and painful smack landed dead center on her left butt cheek. She yelped from the surprise but also from the sting.
“Fuck.” This time it came out as more of a groan.
Another spank, but on the right. All the while, those fingers inside her kept crooking and beckoning the climax forward. She pushed her ass up into the air as the sting slowly seeped away to be replaced with a beautiful blooming warmth. Two more strikes, quick as could be, came down, this time lower on each cheek, where her ass connected with her thigh. She flinched but didn’t say anything. A trickle of arousal ran down her inner thigh as Gavin just continued to fuck her with his fingers, mixing up smacking her ass with licking it. One second it was pleasure, the next pain, until the heat of one slipped into the other and she couldn’t stop the fire. One more spank, and his mouth was back on her. She broke with a strangled cry that quickly morphed into a sob as he took her back up to the top of the cliff, only to toss her right off. Squeezing herself around his fingers, she allowed the orgasm to spear her, sending shards of ecstasy careening through her body into every corner, awakening long-forgotten erogenous zones and nerve endings.
“Oh my God,” she choked as her body continued to unravel and the pleasure took over. “Oh God.” His fingers never ceased. They just kept pressing harder and harder on her G-spot until she felt like she needed to pee. The first orgasm hadn’t even ended when a new one, a bigger one, an overwhelming one took shape and burst free like a thousand sticks of dynamite.
Words eluded her as sounds dissolved and her vision blurred. A man hadn’t hit her G-spot in ages. And never this hard. Spots clouded her vision, and suddenly she tasted blood. She’d bitten her lip so hard she broke the skin.
One final glorious smack to her backside, and Gavin was up next to her head, releasing the restraints. When her wrists were free, he was back beside her hips, massaging her tender behind with his big, warm hands.
“Jesus, fuck, Hettie,” he groaned, pushing his erection into the side of her thigh. “Since when?”
“Since when what?” she asked on a sigh as she pressed her buttocks into his palms, soaking up the attention.
He kissed each cheek, then continued to massage. “Since when have you liked it rough and kinky?”
Craning her neck around to face him, she smiled coyly. “A few years now, I guess. You?”
He nodded. “A few years.”
She grinned back at him. “You’re good at it.”
“You’re fucking perfect at it.” She made to turn over onto her back, but he stopped her. “We’re not done.” A shiver blitzed down her spine. “Do you have any toys?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My nightstand drawer.”
His eyes followed her gaze, and he moved to go open it but then paused and lunged at her, flipping her onto her back and pinning her in place. His mouth crashed down on to hers, and his tongue wedged its way inside, demanding access, taking from her what he wanted without quarter. She parted her lips and welcomed him in, meeting each rhapsodic swirl of his tongue with her own. His kisses stole the air clean out of her lungs and swamped her with longing. She met each plunge of his demanding tongue and sucked on it like she would his cock. He groaned into her mouth, realizing just how good it would feel to have her lips elsewhere. He felt so good, lying ther
e on top of her, holding her in place, dominating her body and making it hum. She could get used to the pleasure, the security, the devotion.
But she wouldn’t.
No.
Instead, she took what he was offering her now, pleasure, closure, and an apology. The breakup sex they never had. He’d be gone later tonight, and she’d never have to see him again. She quickly did what she could to wrap a mantle around her heart as his body lowered to hers and he pressed his weight down, pushing her into the mattress. As he made her feel more like a woman than she had in years, she carefully drew that protective shield around herself so that come morning, she wouldn’t be once again full of heartache and missing the love of her life.
Finally, releasing her mouth, he gazed down at her. “I realized I hadn’t kissed you yet.” A wry smile tickled his mouth. “At least not these lips.”
She grinned up at him and playfully batted her lashes. “You’re still a great kisser.”
Lurching off of her, he opened up her drawer. “So are you.” His eyes fell to the contents of her drawer of debauchery. Slowly those cobalt orbs grew wide, and his smile stretched wider. Reaching inside, he pulled out one of her favorites, a vibrating butt plug. He hit the button, and the silicone diamond began to tremble. Heather’s pussy clenched.
Continuing to reach inside, rummaging and making a hell of a lot of noise, he finally brought out another one of her favorites. A pearly white strand of anal beads. They were pea-sized at the tip but gradually grew larger near the loop at the base. She’d had that strand forever and loved it. With the right person and if the pull-out was timed just right, she detonated like an atomic bomb.
Gavin lifted an eyebrow. “Into ass-play?”
She grinned at him. “What do you think?”
“I think you’ve become a dirty little slut since I was last inside you.” It was said with a big grin and a chuckle, so she knew he was kidding. Gavin’s ability to dirty talk had always made Heather blush, but she loved it and knew he liked the new side of her he was uncovering.
“And you were a priest for these last ten years?” she said back.
“Nope.”
That stung.
More rummaging in the drawer.
“What are these?” He pulled out a small clear box containing half a dozen blue silicone thimble-looking objects. Opening the box, he pulled one out and cocked his head to the side like a curious kitten.
Pushing herself up to sitting, Heather reached for the one from his hand, removed her bra completely and allowed her breasts to tumble free. “These,” she started, grabbing a tender nipple and pulling it out, causing it to tighten and turn an even deeper red, “are nipple suctions. They can also be used on the clit. They draw blood to the area and make everything super sensitive.” Like a pro she provided a demonstration and deftly secured one to her left nipple. Gavin watched in awe. He handed her another one, and she promptly suctioned the tiny cup to the other nipple, inhaling slightly when the suction took hold.
“And one more for your clit,” he ordered, handing her one more.
With a knowing smile she took the third one from him, spread her legs and suctioned it to her clit. A gasp floated from her mouth and she shut her eyes from the intense pulling and pleasure the sucker already wielded.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Gavin murmured, his voice hoarse as his eyes roamed her body.
Sliding back down to her back, she reached for him. “Fuck me, Gavin. You promised.”
Snatching his pants off the floor, he pulled out a strip of condoms. She smiled inwardly at his preparation. She had a full box, too, but she liked that their heads were in the same place. Reaching for him again, she spread her legs wide.
“Fuck me, please.”
Growling, he tore open the condom wrapper, sheathed himself in record time, then bounded onto the bed. He hovered above her, his big muscular arms bunching with the strain of his own weight as he supported his body. Heather’s hips jerked off the mattress. A dull ache pulsed between her legs as her clit throbbed and swelled and her nipples grew more and more sensitive. Lowering himself, he angled his hips at the apex of her thighs. Their eyes met.
“I’m so sorry, Hettie. I’m sorry for everything. For the hell I put you through, for breaking up with you the way I did, for breaking up with you at all. And I plan to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Her legs wrapped around his hips and she bucked up, desperate for the ultimate impalement. Now was not the time to be pouring out heartfelt apologies and waxing poetic. Now was the time to fuck.
“Gavin,” she ground out through gritted teeth. “Fucking fuck me already.”
Fire ignited in those sapphire eyes. Conviction and passion ruled. He reared up, then slammed home. She let out a small oof from the impact, but, God, it felt good.
“So fucking tight,” he moaned, his mouth finding her neck and immediately clamping down hard. He’d always loved her neck. In the beginning when they were kids, she’d had to use a lot of makeup to hide the hickeys and bite marks. She clenched her Kegel muscles and locked her ankles behind his back, meeting him thrust for thrust, feeling his ass cheeks flex each time he reamed hard into her.
Yes. This was what she wanted. She wanted the fucking. She wanted the breakup sex.
Her hands grappled around his back and she held on tight, letting her nails graze his muscular back and enjoying the moan of pleasure that emanated from deep in Gavin’s throat. With each deep thrust, his pelvic bone smacked her suctioned clit and pleasure whipped into a froth inside her. The devastating pleasure he pounded into her with savage intent edged closer and closer to pain, all the sharper for the hair-thin line.
“Harder,” she mewled, pulling on his shoulders, wanting him deeper.
He lifted his head from the crook of her neck and gazed down at her. Without saying a word, he pulled out, reared up, flipped her over, and she was back on her stomach. She watched his hand snag the strand of anal beads off the nightstand and a bottle of lube.
Fuck yes.
Slowly, gently, he fed the beads into her ass. She whimpered and moaned from how good they felt going in, knowing they’d feel a million times better coming out. She pushed her clit into the mattress and a shiver raced down to her toes. She wasn’t going to last long.
Without wasting another second, Gavin was back inside her, slamming into her from behind and causing her nipples and clit to brush against the bed. She was getting it from every side, every place. Every major erogenous zone was being looked after.
“Fuck, Hettie. I won’t last long.”
Neither would she. This was orgasm number five, or was it six? And still, she was able to come with zero problems.
His teeth raked her shoulder blade before clamping down hard. All the while his hips pumped and pumped, hammering her hard into the mattress, forcing the headboard to bash against the wall.
“Come for me, baby,” she crooned, squeezing her muscles around his length again, feeling him swell inside her. “God, you feel so good.”
“Yes!” he said with what almost sounded like a roar. “Always, Hettie. Forever, Hettie. I love your sexy little cunt. Fuck, I want no condoms. I want to see my cum gush from your pussy lips as you come.”
Oh God, the imagery, the naughtiness, it was too much. Yes, she wanted that too. She was clean and had an IUD. If he was clean, too, she couldn’t say no.
“I’m clean,” he managed through clenched teeth. He was holding on by barely a thread. “You on the pill and clean too?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Can I fuck you without a wrap?”
“Yes.”
Without hesitation he pulled out one more time, tore off the condom, then slammed home. He came instantly. Teeth once again found her shoulder and dug in, practically breaking the skin. His breath was warm and uneven next to her ear as he poured himself inside her. She contracted her walls around him, milking him, drawing in every last drop. With a weighted sigh, he collapsed against
her back for a brief moment to find his head again and some semblance of equilibrium. Her entire body hummed with the need for release. She didn’t have to wait long before Gavin roughly flipped her over to her back, spread her legs wide and thrust two fingers inside her. He pumped, and he pumped, drawing out his cum at the same time he coaxed another orgasm from her. Heather brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. She slowly removed the suckers from her nipples, inhaling abruptly from the rush of pain and splash of cool air. Her eyes flew open in shock from how tender they’d become. It’d been a while since she’d used the suctions.
“Fuck, Hettie, you’re so fucking sexy. Watching your creamy little cunt spill my load is the hottest thing ever.” He flicked the suction cup on her clit. “Take it off or leave it on?”
She swallowed. “Take it off.”
With a gentleness that startled her, he removed the sucker. More pain flooded her, and right between her legs. But it was good pain, a heated pain. In less than a second, his lips were on her, and he was sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive hood. His fingers fucked her hard and quick, demanding another release. Then she began to feel that divine pop, pop sensation. One, two, three … pause, tongue swirl, fingers pumping, four, five. Gavin’s lips enclosed around her clit again. He sucked hard and she came harder.
Just as Heather bowed her back and gave in to the climax, Gavin slowly pulled on the beads.
Yes! He knew what he was doing. Pleasure soared through her body and out into her limbs, ricocheting around inside her like a pinball machine. Bright white lights flashed behind her closed eyelids, and her pulse thudded in her ears as the last and final bead withdrew. Satiated, sated and in complete bliss, she melted into the bed, ordering sleep to claim her.
But apparently, Gavin had other ideas.
“Fuck, baby. Seeing you come, seeing my cum flow from your pussy, I’m hard as fuck again.” He levered himself over her, his cock notched at her hyper-sensitive core. “Once more. Then shower,” Gavin said softly, hovering above her, his voice sounding muffled and distant even though he was right in front of her.