by Jordan Marie
“The perfect stepdaughter?”
“Yeah. I was always a disappointment. The only thing I did right was go to the prom, even though we couldn’t afford the money she spent on the dress. She was convinced I’d find a rich family to marry into and our futures would be set. When that didn’t happen she found herself a rich retired doctor and made it happen herself. Her stepdaughter is a doctor too,” I laugh taking the last drink of my wine. Before I can barely do more than blink, Gavin is filling up my glass again. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask, watching his arm move, as he sets the bottle on the edge of the pool behind me.
“I can’t imagine you being a disappointment to anyone,” he says, ignoring my question about getting me drunk. I let it go, because I figure that might be part of his game. I’m kind of a coward I guess, because I take a drink. I want Gavin. If I decide to give in, I can always blame the alcohol. The thought makes me cringe.
Definitely coward material.
“I’m hitting thirty and I’m a make-up artist with no plans to change my career. I have no husband or 2.5 kids, I don’t own a home, or even a decent car. In my mother’s world that is failure.”
“Do you want a husband and kids?” he asks and I want to roll my eyes. That would be what he picked up out of all of that. Typical man.
“I did once upon a time, but that ship has sailed I think,” I shrug and I look at my wine glass noticing it’s almost empty again. I should probably quit now, because I really don’t remember drinking it that fast.
“Sailed how? You’ll be thirty. Jesus, Moth-girl we’re not over the hill here.”
“Yeah, but I’d want to be married and settled and since that’s not in the picture yet,” I shrug. “I don’t want to be fifty years old going to my child’s cheerleading practices or soccer matches.”
“Will you drive a minivan too?”
“I like vans,” I shrug, laughing.
“Me too, we can drive up on the hill by the Hollywood sign, put the seats down and I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll feel like you’re seventeen again.”
“Interesting idea, but I think my mythical husband and father of my children would have a problem with it,” I laugh, putting my glass down then diving into the water and swimming to the other side of the pool—getting some distance from him and clearing my head at the same time. I cry out in shock when I feel his hands go around my stomach in the water. We float back up like that, him maneuvering me so I’m pinned between his body and the wall of the pool.
“Like I’m going to let another man take what I want for myself,” he growls, and his face is intense, full of hunger. Then, his lips are on mine with a bruising force and I can do nothing but moan, wrap my legs and arms around him and take his kiss.
Because I want it.
Because I need it.
Because his words might be a line, but it’s a damn good line.
11
Gavin
My friend Titan always told me that he’d know he was in deep shit with a woman when the thought of her with another man, gutted him. Titan was a player—still is—and I always thought he was full of shit. Not anymore.
Listening to Casey describe her life and fully expecting the man in the story to be someone besides me releases something elemental in me. Something that I truly didn’t know I possessed. Until her I would have sworn I didn’t have a jealous bone in my body.
I’m in deep with Casey.
I freely admit and I’m not running away. I’m running only to one place.
Straight to her.
I possess her mouth. It’s a bruising kiss, meant to show her that I’m the only man she’ll ever want or need. The only man she’ll ever have. Her legs wrap around my hips and her fingers bite into my shoulders as she holds onto me. It quickly gets out of hand, but I have no urge to slow things down. I need her and what’s more I need her to submit to me. I bring my hand up to her neck, pulling away from her mouth reluctantly, staring into her eyes. Then, because I’m unable to resist, I kiss her mouth again. This kiss is different. It’s gentle, sweet and slow as I savor her. I hear a small moan escape from her as she runs her tongue along my bottom lip.
“You really know how to kiss Gavin,” she whispers and I find myself smiling and even letting a small laugh out. That’s only one of the things that is new with Casey. She makes this…fun. It’s not solely about the sex and the orgasm. It’s about being near her. Her. It’s about her.
“Casey,” I whisper. “You’re like a damn drug and I’m getting addicted to you.”
I move my lips down her neck, letting my tongue slide against the indention of her collarbone. I kiss the skin, my teeth raking and teasing her, while I bring my hand down to cup her breast.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she says her breath coming out in ragged puffs of air.
“I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had,” I respond, letting my thumb swipe across her bikini top, toying with her nipple that is trying to push through the wet fabric. “How do you feel about having sex in a pool, Moth-girl?” I ask her right before I push her top up revealing her breasts.
“I’ve never done it, but I’m not sure we should.”
“So I’ll be your first,” I murmur, leaning in to run my tongue across her nipple.
“Oh…” she gasps as I suck the hardened peak into my mouth. Her fingers curl into the back of my neck, pulling me into her. “This is not smart,” she moans when I move one of my hands down, hooking it into the bottom of her bikini. I get the feeling she’s talking to herself and for some reason that makes me smile—another sign that Casey makes sex fun and different.
I pull the bikini down, mourning the fact her legs are no longer wrapped around me. I can feel her body shudder even through the water. Once I’ve got her bikini down and the water helps drive it down to her knees, I bring my hand back to her neck, caressing her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her gently. Her eyes open wide with surprise and maybe a touch of…anger?
“Where are you—”
The rest of her question is muffled as I slide under the water. We’re not to the deep end of the pool yet. I can rest on my knees as I do what needs to be done—and this definitely needs done.
Casey is beautiful, but her body is distorted from my vision. I vow I’ll spend hours loving her after this, memorizing every inch of her. I quickly pull her bikini down and circle her ankles, lifting her feet and helping her to step out of it. I’ve never noticed any other woman like I have Casey, but even under the water I know that her ankles are even pretty. Delicate, small enough that my hand circles around them easily, swallowing them, and I kiss them, because I have no choice. I want to kiss every inch of her. Despite needing air, I continue kissing up her legs, rewarded when I feel her hands reach under the water and hold onto my shoulders. I can’t resist placing a gentle kiss at the very center of her. Her pussy is smooth…and mine. I can’t force myself to pull away without kissing it again.
I stand up regretfully, wiping the water out of my eyes and pushing my hair back. Casey is staring at me. Her eyes look smoky and are filled with questions. I hold her gaze as I reach in the water and take off my swim trunks. She’s knows what I’m doing, I know that even if she isn’t looking anywhere else but at my face. She swallows nervously.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she says again, her voice soft, nervous and unsure.
“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Gavin,” she says rubbing her hands together. “I really like you.”
“I really like you too, Casey,” I tell her taking the clothes I removed from us and placing them slowly on the side of the pool. She’s getting spooked and I don’t want to make it worse. I have to beat down her nerves and her doubts, because I’m not stopping. Hell. Who am I kidding? I want this woman so bad, it’s not physically possible at this point.
“Maybe we should slow this down,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip, her hands arou
nd her breasts to shield them from my view. I could tell her she’s even sexier like that. The milk-white globes pushed in and overflowing over the top of her hands tempt a man to squeeze them…bite them. You can see glimpses of the dusky ring of skin at the base of her nipples and the difference in colors on her breasts is enough to make me go to my knees and beg for more.
I tell her none of that, I need her lost in her passion—lost in everything but me. I step toward her so the small distance that separates us is gone. Now her hands are pushed against my chest, which means her breasts are too, and I swear I can feel my skin heat from that touch alone. She fits me perfectly. Smaller, so that her head comes to my shoulder, curvy enough she fills my hands and yet there’s no doubt I’m bigger than her, stronger. That feeling slams through me again. That elemental reaction that fires through me and tells me that I was made to protect Casey and keep her safe. That’s my purpose. The knowledge is there and I don’t question it. I can’t. Time has ceased to matter when it comes to Casey.
I reach under the water, letting my fingers slide against the outside of her pussy. She jumps, straining her upper body away from me. I lean in further, to counteract her movement, unable to give her the space she wants.
“It’s been twelve years since I should have done this, Moth-girl. I don’t think we can afford to slow it down anymore.”
“But we—”
“Shh…,” I quieten her. “I only want to make you feel good, Casey. That’s all,” I whisper before I find myself kissing her lips again. “I need you Casey.”
“Gavin…”
“I’m clean baby, I swear. I never do this without suiting up, but…Are you protected?” I ask, knowing I’m risking everything to even bring up this conversation, but I don’t want to use a condom with Casey. I’ve never gone without one. Anytime I’ve been with a woman, I’ve used a condom, but the idea of anything between me and Casey drives me crazy. I need her bare.
“I’m safe,” she says. “But, maybe we should wait…”
“Hand to God, Casey. I think I’d give you the world if I could, but the one thing I can’t do right now is stop this. I have to have you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I’d sooner stop breathing than stop making love to you.”
She goes stiff against me at first, especially when my fingers part the lips of her pussy. I pet the delicate area gently, letting the warm water and my touch tease her. Slowly the tension in her body leaves and her tongue curls with mine, returning my kiss. I increase the intensity of the kiss, while pushing my fingers against her clit. The water makes it difficult to tell if she’s truly ready for more, and as strong as I’m coming on to her, I truly don’t want her to do this before she’s ready.
She shocks me, however. She wraps her hand around my cock. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful. If it wasn’t for the water, it might be unbearable. When she strokes me, I can’t stop the growl that comes out against her lips.
“Honey,” I gasp as she tightens her hold and does it again. I push a finger inside her tight channel, groaning again when a second slides in easily. “I can’t hold back much longer, Casey. I have to have you,” I warn her. She pulls her head back to look at me, her hand stills on my cock and I want to cry—sure she’s calling a halt to everything. Those emerald green eyes of hers appraises me and I’m almost afraid to breathe.
I don’t know what she sees on my face. Maybe she’s finally reached her limit too, and is too far gone to stop. Whatever it is, I thank my maker as she squeezes my cock in her hand. Those swollen lips, I’ve just kissed, spread into a smile. Her tongue comes out to wet them, and she strokes me again.
“Then stop holding back,” she dares me and with those words I feel like I can breathe again. I don’t know what I’ve done to make her doubts disappear, but I’m grateful as fuck.
“I’ll make you feel good, Moth-girl,” I promise, thrusting my fingers inside her again, while moving my thumb against her clit.
“You already are,” she whimpers.
“I know, but this is going to go way too fast and I want you to know that afterwards, I’ll go much slower,” I tell her, already moving her body where I need her. I feel like a kid about to get his first taste of pussy and knowing if he doesn’t hurry he’s going to blow before he gets inside. Casey makes me that fucking eager.
“You’re talking too much, dude,” she says and she’s laughing even in her desire. It’s a fucking beautiful sound and one I vow to have her make every time I make love to her. Before I can take over, she positions my cock at her entrance and then using the water to lift her body and the heels of her feet braced against the backs of my thighs, impales herself. Her head goes back in pleasure and I feel my cock slide against my fingers as I pull them from her pussy and my dick pushes inside her silky depths. It’s fucking erotic, and the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life as I watch her fuck herself, using my cock. I can do nothing but watch for a minute and then, need takes over. My hands spread out over her ass as I take over. I pull out of her, only to slam back in. She cries out, her head raising and her eyes opening up to look at me.
“Wrap those fucking legs around me tight, honey and hold on,” I warn her as I ride her hard and fast. She does as I order, and her eyes grow heavy and start to close, drugged by the pleasure. I can’t have that. “Keep those fucking eyes open, Casey,” I demand like an asshole. They instantly snap open. “I want to see you the minute you come all over my cock,” I moan, fucking her harder and harder, because I know I’m close.
I use my hand to tease her clit and she cries out an unintelligible sound, her entire body stiffening right before she shatters.
“Gavin!” she cries out, throwing her head back. I lose the eye contact then, but that’s okay, because I had them the minute she climaxed and it’s my name on her lips as I follow her over the edge.
That’s everything.
12
Casey
“What are you thinking?” Gavin asks, breaking the silence. We’re lying in his bed, having finally made it here after having sex in the pool. It’s dark outside now, Gavin brought us some sandwiches after making love to me again. Now I’m full, tired, and deliciously sore in all the right spots. I’m also happy. Which is kind of crazy, but true. I have my head on Gavin’s chest, his heart drumming in my ear, and his warm body making me feel relaxed and protected. I’ve had boyfriends before, but none of them gave me this contented feeling before. None of them. That has to be significant, but I find I don’t want to think about it right now. I have one of my arms wrapped around Gavin’s stomach and I’m moving my fingers back and forth over his smooth skin.
“What made you decide to be a stuntman?”
“That’s what you were thinking?” he asks, letting out a small laugh that shakes me. I look up at him, still keeping my chin and arms on his stomach—needing to hold him close and afraid to ask myself why. I smile up at him.
“Come on, tell me.”
“Well after the wreck, my knee was fucked up. I had to reevaluate what I wanted to do with my life. My father always wanted me to follow in his footsteps and since my dream was done, Aden was already out this way. I had nothing else really I enjoyed, I figured why not.”
“The wreck must have been really bad,” I whisper kissing his chest.
“Not that bad. I was stupid and didn’t put on my seatbelt. The brunt of the impact was on my side and part of the car collapsed on my leg. Titan was driving, he walked away with a few scratches.
“Lucky.”
“He doesn’t feel lucky. He has a lot of guilt about it—though he shouldn’t. I was the idiot. It worked out though.”
“I still don’t understand how you ended up working as a stunt double. I mean if you wanted to follow in your father’s footsteps why aren’t you in front of the camera—like Aden?”
“Two things really. One I hate being in front of the camera, I always have. Plus, the accident left me with a pretty reminder, you know Hollywood and
their obsession with perfection.”
“Reminder? The scar?” I ask when I notice him touching his face. “But it’s not that big and besides, it’s sexy.”
“You think my scar is sexy?”
“Mmm…yeah. Gives you a don’t-fuck-with-me kind of vibe.”
“You’re a strange woman, Moth-girl.”
“Are you going to keep calling me that? I mean seriously, after a woman gives you the best orgasm of your life—”
“Modest little thing, aren’t you?” he laughs flipping me over so now I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He’s smiling down at me, his sandy blonde hair falling around his face, sheltering us almost. His blue eyes are sparkling and I think I stop breathing. He seems too beautiful, too perfect and he’s smiling at me, he’s happy with me. Me.
“Are you going to deny it?” I ask, challenging him and trying my best to be brave—though I’m pretty sure I blush.
“Not on your life,” he says, his voice dropping down. I arch my neck giving him more room as his lips touch my neck. He sucks and nibbles on the skin there. My body thrusts up against his. I bite my lip to keep from moaning when I feel his hard cock slide against my thigh. “Tell me, Casey. Did I give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?” he asks biting into my shoulder, before kissing down my chest. He captures my nipple in his mouth and teases it with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh God, Gavin,” I whisper, as his fingers slide inside of me. My pussy clutches his digits, trying to keep them inside.
“Answer me, Casey. Did I give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?”
He has. He absolutely has, but I stubbornly don’t give him the answer he wants.
“You’re about to,” I tell him instead.
He growls, pulling his fingers out of my pussy, before thrusting them back in and pushing his thumb down on my swollen clit.