Between Hearts: A Romance Anthology

by Alexander, Erica

  Pleasure flashes through me at his skilled touch. He knows exactly how I like him to move over me. His fingers press and circle over my clit and it feels so damn good that I gasp.

  My nipples peak inside my bra. I’m so turned on. He’ll have to use his fingers if his dick hasn’t recovered yet, because I need him inside me.

  A loud knock sounds on the door.

  “Fuck.” Gavin breathes hard against my neck.

  It’s safe to say he’s as turned on as I am. He curses again and lifts me off him and goes to answer the door, adjusting his sweatpants as he walks.

  Chapter Three

  I wait on the couch while Gavin pays the delivery men. I don’t know if they arrived at the same time or the concierge arranged to send them up together, but I’m grateful that there’s only one interruption instead of two.

  Gavin returns, but his hands are empty. “Don’t worry, your Chicken Pad Thai’s in the kitchen. I promise. I thought you’d be hungry for something else first.”

  My gaze drops to his crotch, and I smile as I see another erection tenting his sweatpants. He’s not completely aroused, but he’s on the way.

  “Gavin,” I drawl. “I never knew you felt that way about delivery men. Have you ever asked one to suck you off when I’m not here to do it?”

  “You’ve got a dirty mouth, babe. Maybe I should have come in it, ‘cause that couldn’t make it any worse.”

  “You seemed to like what my dirty mouth was doing to you a minute ago.”

  “A minute? Sweetheart, I’m twenty-four, not seventeen, so I need more than a minute to recover. It took me like five minutes to get hard again.”

  “Whatever.”

  “I know you were distracted by humping my hand, but trust me, I needed more than a minute. But I’m ready to go now.”

  “Show me,” I demand.

  Gavin pulls his dick out. I watch as he pumps himself, completely hard. His long, thick cock fascinates me enough that I don’t even bother to study the nice V muscles he’s also exposed.

  “You’re really horny. When’s the last time you got off on one of these?”

  I didn’t notice that I’m breathing faster until he pointed out how worked up I am. “Too long,” I say.

  I’m kind of ashamed to admit that it was on his beautiful dick, so I keep that to myself. I should have moved on during the off-season like I’m sure he did, but I didn’t. Instead, I’m here, restarting our sexual relationship, but this time, I know better than to assume anything more is going on.

  “You can have it as much as you want it tonight. All yours, Jana.” He emphasizes his words by shaking his dick at me.

  I giggle. “Was that supposed to be sexy?”

  “Yes. You didn’t like it?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  Gavin brightens. “Really? Okay, in that case . . .” He steps out of his sweatpants and underwear.

  His t-shirt follows to land on the floor near me, but I barely notice because my gaze is glued to the gorgeous naked body exposed for me. I’m never going to be with a hotter man than this. The rest of America agrees, because this body has sold millions of boxer briefs.

  Gavin walks toward me, wagging his dick at me. I giggle again. I love when he’s playful like this. I don’t know why we can’t always get along this way. I’ve never had so much fun having sex with anyone else.

  He rests his hands on his hips. “You’d better apologize.”

  “To your dick?”

  “Yes. He’s sensitive. You might give him a confidence issue, and then he’ll be limp as all those other losers you’ve been fucking who didn’t satisfy you. Be nice to him, and he’ll be nice to you.”

  “Oh no, you’re going to make me use that name, aren’t you?” I ignore the rest of his statement because I don’t want to discuss how I haven’t been able to get over him, so there’s been no sex with anyone else. I don’t want to reveal how pathetic I am, hanging onto him when he hasn’t done the same.

  “Depends on how badly you want my dick in here.” He demonstrates his words by pushing his hand between my legs.

  Shifting my legs open further, I give him room to explore inside my panties.

  “Look at you, all wet and hot and juicy. You want some of this, don’t you?” He pulls his hand out of my panties and strokes his cock up and down a few times.

  “Yes.” I reach for him.

  He pushes my hand away. “No, you have to say it first.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “You want to come on me?” He teases me again by fisting his length.

  Oh fuck, I want that inside me. He feels so good. I need him enough that I’ll do anything to have him. “Yes.” I sigh. “I give in. Gavin’s Life Ruining, Talented, Amazing Pussy Pleaser, I want you!”

  Gavin grins. “Very good. What’s his nickname? It’s something easy for you to call out in the moment when he’s wrecking you.”

  I frown as I try to remember how he allowed me to shorten it. “Talented Amazing Pleaser? Please fuck me, Tap!”

  “Fuck yeah. Go Tap!” He grins. “Okay, Jana, you earned yourself a big prize.”

  My hands claim their reward, fondling him as Gavin removes my panties. Kneeling in front of me, he reclaims control of his dick and moves the head to my crotch, rubbing over my slick flesh. I exhale loudly as pleasure follows his path over my sensitive skin.

  Gavin smiles and pushes forward slightly, his cock parting my flesh and making contact with my clit.

  “Oh!” I gasp. I’m swollen there, and that pressure is just what I need.

  This time, Gavin grins at me. He clasps my hip with one hand, holding me in place so he can press his hips forward. His other hand on his dick keeps it in the right position to rock against my clit.

  Arousal dances over me as the head of his cock bumps against my clit. Heat flows out from between my legs as he teases me with his smooth dick. It’s too good, and I don’t bother to ask that he put the condom on before touching me this intimately. Naively, I hope what he told me last season about never rubbing his bare cock on anyone but me is still true.

  I love the sight of his cock stretching my pussy lips wide, touching me where I want him most. Would he care if I took a picture? A little something to get me through long nights when Tap’s in another state.

  Gavin continues to caress me with his dick, rubbing up and down my sex, brushing over my clit until I’m dizzy with want and need. It’s all I can do to grip his arms and hold on through the teasing.

  “Damn you, just fuck me already!” I cry out.

  Gavin chuckles. “I will. Just let me grab a condom.”

  He shoves aside a stack of sports magazines on the coffee table and reaches for one of the four condoms he’s hidden underneath.

  “Take off the rest of your clothes,” he says. “I want to suck your tits as I fuck you.”

  Sounds perfect to me. I hurry to shed my dress.

  “I bet your maid enjoys that,” I say as I nod my head at his hidden condom stash.

  “I only put them there after you called.” He looks a little sheepish.

  “You were a busy little boy in the ten minutes it took me to walk here.” I toss my bra aside.

  He shrugs. “I figured you’d want to use all of them before you slink out of here.”

  It’s my turn to be embarrassed. My nakedness doesn’t hide it.

  Gavin watches as the flush spreads over my bare chest. He smiles at me before ripping open the condom packet. “I didn’t want to be an ass and leave them out on the table so you’d see them first thing.”

  “You could have put them in your pocket.” I’m mocking him, but I appreciate that he thought about being respectful to me over getting immediate sex. I’m a sure thing for him, but I like that he doesn’t treat me that way.

  I watch as he unrolls the condom down his length. Soon, that cock will be inside me, filling me. My nipples harden in anticipation and my breasts ache to be held. He hasn’t touched them yet, and they want—n
o, need—some attention. I cup them and imagine it’s his hands on me.

  “Oh fuck, I could get off watching you touch yourself. Play with your pussy while you do that, Jana, please!” He leans toward me.

  Because Gavin’s begging, I do what he wants. His mouth hangs open as he watches me knead my left breast as I circle my clit with two fingers on my right hand. I gasp because it feels so good. Knowing that he’s so into watching me increases my arousal.

  “Jana, if you finger fuck your pussy right now, I’ll come all over you. You want that?”

  I shake my head as my fingers slip over my flesh. His gaze is hot on me.

  “Probably not, because then, you’d have to wait a while to get fucked by Tap,” Gavin says.

  I stop moving my hand. “No! He’s mine. I earned him!”

  Gavin chuckles. “That’s true. You did. Here you go, baby.”

  He grabs my hips with both hands and tugs me forward until his cock prods my opening. I hold my breath as he uses one hand to line us up. Then he’s pushing inside, both hands back on my hips, pulling me slowly onto his length as I grip his biceps.

  I’m soaked after all our foreplay and dirty talk, and he slides in smooth and easy. But I’m a little tight, tighter than he’s used to me being since I haven’t had sex in so long. I’m grateful that he takes it slow and gradually penetrates me, giving me time to adjust.

  “Damn, Jana, you’re so fucking tight.” His face is tense, and I know what his restraint costs him. “You feel so good!”

  I lean toward him and kiss him. He kisses me back, and it’s perfect. Our mouths remain joined as he eases fully into me. He takes a moment to enjoy having his entire length snugly clasped inside me. It’s so satisfying to be filled this way, completely taken over by him. He’s so big. He’s all I feel.

  Gavin shifts back and thrusts into me, keeping it slow at first. A lock of hair falls over his forehead as he concentrates on controlling his strokes, and I brush it away for him. He ramps up his pace, harder and faster, and I love it. I cling to him and encourage him to give me everything he has. He does, his hips pumping away, using those unbelievable abs to power his movements.

  I don’t know what it is—possibly my earlier anger, jealousy, and frustration—but he has to work a long time thrusting inside me to get me off. He’s near breaking himself, close to coming, when he leans forward to kiss my breasts. The lovely suction on my nipples as his cock works inside me pushes me near the edge. He finishes me off by massaging my clit with his fingers until I explode.

  For a moment, I can’t even see, and I don’t care. I’m all white hot pleasure. It surges over my body, and I’m consumed by it, unable to move. Gavin rocks into me a couple more times, and it’s perfect, prolonging my climax. I moan louder and squeeze his biceps, no doubt leaving marks, but he doesn’t notice. His gaze is on my nipples, which are stiff and wet from his mouth, and the flush spreading over my chest and face in the wake of my orgasm.

  I’m too absorbed in my own enjoyment, so I don’t realize the hard clenching of my orgasm pushes Gavin to come until he presses as deep inside me as he can. He groans loudly, his hands clamped on my hips as his cock throbs inside me and he lets go. His harsher pants join my little gasps as we share our pleasure.

  Gavin remains kneeling in front of me, his cock inside me, as his breathing slows down. When he can talk again, he asks, “You okay? You don’t normally like to fuck that hard.”

  “I’m good,” I drawl because, holy fuck, I’m feeling amazing with the waves of satisfaction still coursing through me. That was incredible. And I have Tap at my service all evening.

  He chuckles because my blissed out state is obvious from my voice and expression and my body still rippling gently over his cock. He kisses me, his face full of masculine pride.

  I let him be as conceited as he wants since he deserves it. Nothing else can deliver this much pleasure. Some of my friends swear by their fancy vibrators, but they’ve never been hammered by America’s most popular underwear model.

  Gavin eases away from me, his cock slipping out. He catches me watching and pouting. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll get it as much as you want later, but I need some food first so I have energy to keep up with you.”

  I sigh. “All right. I guess I am kind of hungry and thirsty.”

  He hands me my half-full glass of water. There’s still some wine left in my wine glass, but of course, the athlete wants me to hydrate with water after our physical activity.

  “Thanks.”

  I drink as I watch him remove the condom and wrap it in tissues. He hands me some tissues, and I wipe myself off. Retrieving his t-shirt from the floor nearby, he tugs it over my head. I find my panties as he puts on his sweats, skipping his underwear. I smile. Easier access to his goods for me later.

  We move into the kitchen and sit at his table, digging into dinner. Our couch sex felt like it lasted for hours, but the food is still warm in its tight plastic containers. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes since it was delivered.

  My Chicken Pad Thai is excellent. It’s perfect post-sex nourishment.

  Gavin talks about his season as we eat. He’s frustrated that their offensive coordinator isn’t making adjustments to make their system easier to learn for their rookie quarterback. He doesn’t seem to want more than nods and my interested expression, which is good, because I have no advice for that situation. It’s not like my own career is going that well at the moment. I’m definitely not an expert on handling difficult workplace issues. Plus, I barely grasp the intricacies of what he wants changed with their offensive system.

  The mind-blowing orgasm and the delicious dinner leave me mellow and sympathetic, giving me patience that I didn’t have when I first walked in. I listen to him and acknowledge his frustration, touching his arm when he gets worked up. It calms him and he keeps talking, always checking to make sure I’m following him, so I nod, even when I don’t completely understand his complex football talk.

  Gavin’s always kind of been like this with me, willing to tell me things about his life that I bet he doesn’t share with others, but tonight, he’s more open with his feelings. A warm satisfaction, different than my sexual fulfillment, spreads through me as he demonstrates his trust in me.

  Chapter Four

  We move to Gavin’s bedroom after dinner. He stretches out on top of his bed, content to take it easy after eating. I lie next to him, not quite touching, but close for the space available in his king size bed. After a couple of minutes, he rolls to face me.

  “So we talked about me. What’s up with you? Why were you so on edge tonight?”

  Here I thought I’d hid it behind desire and the awkwardness of our relationship. I guess not, if he picked up on my being different, despite our not spending any time together in so long.

  I shrug. “You know, work crap.”

  “I don’t, because last time we talked about it, you were happy there.”

  I look away, gazing out the wall of windows on the other side of the room. “You remember Alicia?”

  “Yes, the brown-nosing ass-kisser.”

  “I didn’t think I told you that about her.”

  “No, but it wasn’t hard to figure out by sitting in meetings with you guys. She was so busy sucking up to Steve and telling him all his ideas were brilliant that you were the only one offering the good stuff.” He pauses. “Well, you and that other guy, whatever his name is. You know, the gay one.”

  Carl is pretty obvious about being gay. I can see why Gavin would pick up on that to describe him. He’s great at his job and has been a good mentor to me. Best of all, he can’t stand Alicia. He’s in charge of a different team than Steve, and I’m considering asking to move to his team.

  “She got a promotion today that I really wanted. I could handle it if she deserved it, but she doesn’t.”

  Gavin’s face gentles as he sees my disappointment. “Sorry about that. But they’ll figure it out the longer you’re there.
Your clients have to like you better. I’ll tell Steve that you rock if you want me to. How much did they make off the Kevin Jack account? They owe all of that to you.”

  “A crazy amount. I got a bonus for convincing you to do it.”

  “I bet they think it was because of your fast-talking mouth. I don’t suppose you mentioned it wasn’t your words that were so persuasive?” he teases.

  I flush. It sounds so dirty when he puts it that way. It’s not like I’ve ever used sex to convince anyone else to do something for my company. Despite the way we joke about it, the underwear modeling job was more of a favor he did for me versus a quid pro quo exchange for sex. I might have rung his bell many times last season, but we also grew to be friends—or at least as friendly as two people insanely attracted to each other can be.

  “No, they have no idea I blew my way into that commission,” I say. No one at work besides Heather knows that Gavin and I have a sexual relationship.

  Gavin smirks. “I didn’t tell anyone about it, so it’s our kinky little secret . . . one of many.”

  He’s all sexy conceit, thinking about our dirty secrets from last season. There are so many scenarios he could be thinking about. We christened his first pair of Kevin Jack boxer briefs in the dressing room at the underwear shoot.

  I’m sure that was the first of many pairs for us, because Kevin Jacks are the only kind he wears now. His agent negotiated a generous bonus for Gavin to exclusively use Kevin Jack underwear. He can wear special athletic underwear while playing football, but otherwise, he’s supposed to stick with the Kevin Jack boxer briefs they provide him with for free.

  I’ve gotten up close and personal with his athletic underwear, too. Not all of the times I walked to his place from the office last season happened after work. Gavin invited me over several times for some lunchtime fun on his day off after I sent him some sexy texts in the morning. He’d rushed home so fast after working out that he didn’t even bother to shower, and he was still wearing his athletic underwear when I got my hands on him.