Hustler

by Meghan Quinn

  “That’s not true,” he insists adamantly. “You have a connection.”

  “Yeah?” I scoff, lost to the pain that’s been sitting in my chest all damned day. There’s no pulling myself out of it now, I’ve been walking a fine line between holding it together and completely crumbling all afternoon, now the jig is up. I can’t hold it together anymore. I’m crumbling. “And who the hell do I know? Huh? One of the assholes in the high roller suite who’ll expect to get sucked off as a thank you for putting in a good word?”

  I’m so absorbed in my rant that I don’t notice Gavin’s face grow thunderous with every word that spills from my mouth. “Me,” he finally grinds between clenched teeth. “I’m your goddamned connection, you hear me? No one else. And if I so much as find out any of those fuckers even propositions you, I swear to fucking God—”

  I can’t explain what comes over me in that very moment, maybe it’s the tumultuous emotions that I’ve been struggling with all day, maybe it’s temporary insanity, or maybe it’s just sheer relief at hearing someone say they’ve got my back, someone who can actually do something about it. But no matter what the reason is, my brain completely shuts down, and I lift my head off Gavin’s pillow and press my lips to his in an unexpected kiss. I don’t allow myself to think, to question what I’m doing or the reasons behind it. I simply feel, I allow myself to stay in the moment as Gavin’s tongue teases the seam of my lips with a gentleness I never would have expected from him.

  I expected him to command, to plunder, to dominate. But as I part my lips to allow him entry, he’s slow, methodical, almost careful.

  I can’t help but moan at the taste of him in my mouth, and my needy sounds must do something to him, because the kiss grows in intensity. We nip and suck at each other’s lips and tongues, as if we’re unable to get enough of the other person. When I feel Gavin’s weight shift, his strong legs pressing between mine, forcing me to open wider, I’m all too happy to do it. I bend my knees as Gavin presses his cock against the soaked fabric of my panties and tilts his hips, the pressure of his erection against my clit so delicious my head falls back on a deep groan.

  “Fuck,” he mutters against my neck as he trails kisses along its column. “I already feel how wet you are.” He snaps his hips again, sending a jolt of electricity from that swollen bundle of nerves all the way to my nipples, causing them to tighten into painful peaks.

  As if he were able to read my mind, Gavin’s fingers grip one of the cups of my bra and yanks it down as he continues to thrust against me, making me wetter, achier. Those soft, lush lips of his surround my nipple and he sucks long and hard, pulling a keening cry from my throat as he bites down on the sensitive skin just hard enough that the twinge of pain causes me to shiver with want. He switches back and forth, lavishing each breast with the same amount of attention, all the while his cock continues to nudge against my pussy, driving me insane.

  But it’s not enough.

  I need more.

  And I need it now.

  “Gavin,” I whimper, my fingers curling into his hair so I can yank his lips away from my swollen nipples. “Please.”

  “Please what, Penelope?” And once again, we’re back to first names. “Tell me what you need.”

  “Fuck me,” I groan, lifting my hips to meet his in an attempt to increase the friction. “I need you to fuck me.”

  “You want me inside that wet pussy?” he continues to tease, driving me out of my skin. “Tell me you want my hard cock inside you and I’ll give you what you need,”

  “I want it,” I pant, “I want your hard cock inside me, Gavin. Please.”

  His weight disappears, quickly replaced by cool air, and I whimper at the loss. I can hear him open a drawer and rummage around inside of it. Seconds later, he’s back, resting on his haunches above me as he places the foil wrapper of a condom between his teeth and rips it open. My eyes remain glued to the erection straining against his underwear until his suddenly rough voice speaks up. “Take it out, Penelope.”

  Without objection, I reach down and wrap my fingers around the elastic waistband and pull, careful to get it over his cock without any unnecessary pain. I gasp at the sight of it in front of me, so long and thick, the wide head leaking precum.

  Without a second thought, I wrap my fingers around him and lick away the salty droplet, suddenly hungry for more. I open my mouth to take Gavin in as far as I can, only to have him pull out of my hold. “Despite the fact that I’m dying to see your lips stretched around my cock, I need to be inside you, baby. Right fucking now.”

  The combination of the hunger in his face and sound of his voice causes another shiver to wrack my body as he makes quick work of the condom. As soon as it meets the thick root, Gavin pushes me back against the bed, lines himself with my pussy, and plunges in. Filling me, stretching me, with one quick thrust.

  “Gavin,” I cry, throwing my head back as he groans my name in the crook of my neck. I clench my eyes closed as he pulls out once and thrusts back in slowly.

  He continues to move at a slow, almost tender, pace as his fingers twist and tangle in my hair, forcing my head to tilt back to his. “Open,” his guttural voice demands.

  My eyelids snap open on command and what I see in his onyx gaze punches the breath from my lungs. Determination, hunger and appreciation all mingle together as he steadily fucks in and out of me.

  “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

  I nod my agreement as his hips speed up just a fraction, but it’s the way he grabs the backs of my knees, forcing them closer to my chest that causes me to moan against Gavin’s lips. Thanks to the new angle, his cockhead hits that magical spot every time he pumps inside of me.

  “Oh, God,” I whimper as something deep in my belly begins to twist and tighten. I’ve never come from just sex before, it’s always taken additional stimulation to get me there; but as Gavin continues to move, his gorgeous body in complete control, I feel my release building. “I’m close. Oh, God, Gavin. Don’t stop.”

  “Eyes open,” he bites out when my lids drift close of their own accord. I immediately comply, opening them wide as I teeter on that thin edge. “Fuck,” he grunts as beads of sweat build along his forehead. “I can feel you. Christ, you’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby. Don’t look away. When you come, I want you staring right at me. I want you to know who made you feel so goddamned good.”

  And just like that, I explode, screaming nonsensical words as my walls clamp down around his cock almost painfully. I come harder and longer than I ever have before, and by the time I feel him swelling inside my body, his movements growing erratic, I’m on the cusp of passing out.

  “Holy fucking shit!” Gavin shouts as he buries himself balls deep and pours himself into the condom, the only barrier between us. Our eyes stay locked the entire time, his midnight gaze penetrating mine, burning into me as he continues to twitch, emptying every last drop. Our breaths mingle together as we stare, neither one us able to break contact first. No words are spoken as he lowers his head and places a soft kiss against my lips.

  It isn’t until he whispers sweetly that he’ll be right back, gives me one last kiss, and climbs from the bed to get rid of the condom that the crushing weight of what I’ve just done settles firmly on my chest. I consider making a run for it, but know it’ll be no use, he’ll catch me before I even make it to the bedroom door. As I’m arguing with myself, the toilet flushes and Gavin returns to the bed, taking up the same position we were in before we wound up naked. My back against his chest, his strong arms holding me close. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to sleep. I’m wide awake now, unable to calm my restless mind. Only one thought circles around my mind as Gavin’s breathing grows slow and even, sleep finally taking over.

  What the fuck did I just get myself into?

  Chapter Seventeen

  **GAVIN**

  An annoying beeping sound wakes me from my deep slumber, which I have to give Penelope credit for. I’ve been rest
less lately with her constantly on my mind, but last night, with her in my arms, it soothed my brain like a sedative, relaxing me for the first time in a very long time.

  With blurry eyes, I turn off the incessant beeping of the alarm on my phone and then turn to cup Penelope against my body once again. Despite the inability to see straight thanks to the coma I just woke up from, I could still use a good morning fuck, and maybe a shower fuck as well.

  Throwing my hand to the other side of the bed, I try to grip Penelope but come up empty.

  What the hell?

  Peeling one eye open, shielding my eyes the best I can from the bright morning sun reflecting off the tops of buildings and streaming into my bedroom window, I notice the other side of the bed is empty.

  Sitting up, I rub my eye with the palm of my hand, trying to gain my bearings, the sheet slipping down my bare chest. I look around the room and notice the lack of women’s clothing scattered on the ground.

  I know I flung her clothes to the side, not giving a fuck about folding them last night, so that could only mean one thing…

  Throwing my feet over the side of the bed, I let my morning wood hang as I make my way to the bathroom. Hovering over the toilet, I prop myself up with one hand against the wall. As I do my business, I try to convince myself that Penelope is in the kitchen, maybe making me breakfast. There is no way after last night that she ditched me this morning. She didn’t run…

  After flushing, I stand in front of the mirror and wash my hands, taking in my ragged appearance. My hair looks freshly fucked by a woman’s fingers and the dark circles under my eyes that are normally there in the morning are replaced by a man who looks completely satisfied.

  Not for long, I think to myself. I don’t know if this insatiable craving for her will ever completely go away.

  Putting on a pair of shorts, I take in the room one last time to make sure I didn’t miss a piece of clothing that belonged to the little brunette that rocked my world last night.

  Nothing.

  With dread stirring in the pit of my stomach, I make my way down the hallway and to my main living area, my bare feet padding across the cold hardwood floor.

  To my dismay, when I reach the open concept space, I don’t see one sign of Penelope, only the fact that my front door is unlocked and the room doesn’t look like anyone spent any time in it since last night.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, rubbing my eyes again.

  And it’s not like I have her number so I can call her and ask her what the hell she thought she was doing leaving unnoticed this morning.

  It shouldn’t matter to me; I shouldn’t care about her leaving. Hell, I usually have to push women out the door in the morning, or have my maid usher them out during her daily clean. I should be happy, fucking thankful that there is no awkward morning talk about what a great time last night was.

  Shit, it wasn’t just a great time. It was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. Not just because she had a tight pussy that sucked me dry, but because I felt her connection with me deep in my soul when I looked down into those guarded eyes of hers. The minute she looked up at me, with my cock buried deep inside of her, I lost all control of my ability to mask my emotions. I was needy, greedy as fuck. At first, I took her slowly and methodically, but then ravenous once I couldn’t hold out any longer. She gripped my back. I nearly bit her shoulder. The pressure… so intense from the spot I hit inside her with my cock, the screams coming out of her mouth, it was all too much. I came so goddamned hard I thought the end of my dick was going to fall off.

  And then like a two-bit chump, I passed out, my arms wrapped around her petite, beautiful body while my nose buried itself deep in her sweet smelling hair. It probably only took me two minutes to black out completely, and stay out for the rest of the night.

  If I had it my way, I would have fucked her at least three more times before the sunrise, taking advantage of her naked body, spreading her legs to an unimaginable width just to lick that luscious cunt of hers, flattening my tongue along her clit until I could literally feel it pulsing against my mouth.

  That’s what I wanted, I wanted to feel the absolute and total abandonment against my tongue, her arms stretched above her head and my face buried in her pussy, lapping her up until she cried out, begging me to stop from too much pleasure.

  “Fuck me.”

  Working my way into my kitchen, I pour myself some coffee courtesy of my timed coffee pot and head over to the expanse of windows in my living room. Scratching my chest, I sip the brew and observe the quiet city in front of me, watching only those who have to work early in the morning wandering along the streets.

  In the distance, I can hear my phone ring from my bedroom. For some desperate reason, I think it’s Penelope, so I sprint after it, tripping over my living room rug and stubbing my toe on the coffee table.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse, limping the rest of the way to my room, trying not to spill the contents of my mug as I hobble to my phone.

  I don’t have time to notice the caller ID before I answer.

  “Hello?” I say in a panic. “Is that you? Penelope?”

  “If it is, then I have a pretty burly voice, don’t you think?”

  Shit, it’s Scott. Thank FUCK it isn’t Graham. Holy crap he would never let me hear the end of it for the way I answered the phone.

  “Oh hey, what’s up,” I say casually.

  “I was calling to see if I left my wallet at your place last night but now I’m a bit more interested to hear about why you were wondering if it was Penelope calling you.”

  “Where did you leave your wallet?” I ask, ignoring Scott’s attempt to get into my personal life.

  “How about you tell me about how last night went after we left then I tell you where I think my wallet is?”

  I lay across my bed after setting my mug on the table. “Is that supposed to be some kind of deal? You realize I couldn’t give zero fucks about your wallet, right?”

  “There’s twenty dollars in it for you…”

  I grip my forehead, massaging it slowly. “Is your love life really that pathetic that you’re willing to pay twenty bucks to hear about what happened last night?”

  “The romantic comedies I’ve been watching just aren’t doing it for me anymore,” he jokes. “Come on man, just tell me what happened with Penelope. Is she okay at least?”

  “Wouldn’t know,” I answer honestly. “She snuck out this morning before I could check.”

  “Nooo.” If the man wasn’t two more bicep curls away from impersonating The Rock, I would think that he was a woman.

  “Where did your balls go? Did you leave them in the locker room at the gym?”

  There’s silence on the other end of the phone before he responds. “You knew what you were signing up for when you asked me to be your friend.”

  “Why do you say that like I proposed to you with a goddamned friendship bracelet or something?”

  “It was a watch and I accepted with happy tears,” Scott lies sarcastically. “Seriously though, did you fuck her last night?”

  Why did it sound so bad when Scott said it like that? Normally I would fling that word around, no problem when it came to talking about any other woman I’ve been with, but with Penelope, it seems so crass. Penelope isn’t just a girl you fucked.

  “Yeah, we had sex last night.”

  “And…?”

  Motherfucker is persistent. Knowing he isn’t going to let up until I tell him, I make him promise me something before I continue.

  “If I tell you about last night, will you swear on your nut sac that you won’t tell Graham? I don’t need that prick making jabs at me right now, especially not after I hired Page last night to dick him around.”

  “Promise,” Scott says a little too eagerly.

  Sighing, I tell him all about what Penelope told me about her attempts at auditioning for La Magie, which I had no idea about. I knew there had to be a bigger reason as to why she was living in Vegas, living paychec
k to paycheck, but I never would have guessed at her aspirations. Although, after experiencing her flexibility last night, I can now put two and two together.

  “Shit, that must have torn her apart.”

  “It did,” I answer, feeling my stomach churn for her all over again. “And when I told her I could help her with my connections, she kissed me. This whole cat and mouse game has been me chasing her, so last night, when she kissed me for the first time, I was caught off guard.”

  “Sounds magical,” he fake swoons.

  “Fuck off.” We both laugh.

  “Then you did it? You dipped her doughnut.”

  “What is wrong with you? No one says that, but yes, we did it. And fuck, Scotty, I literally felt like my cock was about to explode with how hard I came, and then I passed out like a shithead.”

  “Really? You didn’t go for round two?”

  “It was like I turned into a goddamned narcoleptic. I passed out cold. Didn’t wake up until my alarm went off this morning.”

  “Damn.”

  “Tell me about it.” I sit up on the bed and rest my elbows on my knees, one hand holding the phone to my ear. “It was like she drugged me last night. I’ve been so restless lately and having her in my arms changed all of that. That is, until this morning when I noticed she left without even leaving a single fucking note. Now I feel irritated and anxious all over again.”

  “My, my, my, Gavin Saint, I didn’t think you had the ability to have feelings like all us other normal human beings.”

  I grumble, “And this is why I didn’t want to tell you anything.” I head to my bathroom and turn on the shower. “The worst part is, I don’t have her number so it’s not like I can call her if I wanted to.”

  Scott pauses, I can practically hear his mind working. “Hey, don’t you know where she lives though?”