by Ryan, Syd
“Fuck, don’t stop.”
He circles my clit faster as the orgasm begins to rise within me. I move up and down on his hand wanting more friction. I continue to ride his hand as he circles my clit slowly, bringing me to the brink twice. I ride his hand, moving up and down, my breasts moving. He is holding one of my breasts, and I put my hand on the other breast as my orgasm approaches.
“Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Gavin!” I yell as I’m coming. My legs shake everywhere, as Gavin tries to hold them in place, making me take it, all of it. The aftershocks wear off, and I relax on the lounger. Gavin tastes me on his finger, and it is so fucking hot. The look on his face says it is not nearly enough.
He sucks on both nipples before he puts my bikini top back in place.” I want to see your hard nipples through the white bikini. I guess that is why you picked this bikini today,” Gavin says, catching me offguard. He moves his tongue up my pussy before tying my bottoms, just going for a reaction.
“Jamie, seeing you come is the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. I want to watch it a hundred times, and it will never disappoint me,” Gavin says breathlessly in my ear. I look down and see his cock at full attention. I reach out to place my hand on it, and Gavin stops me.
“I can take care of that for you,” I say.
“I know you can, but that little show was all about you. I know you needed the distraction, and I was glad I could do that for you. Let’s get in the pool, I want to see how transparent this bikini really is.” Gavin tosses me into the deep end before joining me. Alright, Gavin, you won this round.
We are spending the happiest afternoon together. I have no problem admitting that I needed this. In the pool today, it’s just Gavin and Jamie. We were not coworkers, one-night stands, people without parents, or someone being stalked and, God, it feels good. A day of no expectations was precisely what my body needed.
Gavin leaves me on my own outside, once again making calls. I’m confident some of these phone calls are about me. I soak up more sunshine, trying to find some peace. I try to doze off, but my racing thoughts are having no part of it. As usual, I can’t stop thinking about my siblings. I know I need to check my emails since this is my only means of contact with my useless mother. I go inside to get my phone, to see if I have a message from her.
I overhear Gavin on the phone. His frustration is evident. “Mark, there is nothing on him. Not even a fucking parking ticket, and those fuckers at parking enforcement are no joke. So he looks like a saint to the police department. OK...I know. I appreciate all your help. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.”
Gavin turns around to face me.
“Hey, just getting my phone, and I will go back outside,” I say.
“Do you mind staying in, there is something I want to discuss with you.”
The word “discuss” makes my skin itch. When people are discussing, it isn’t usually anything good. For example, let’s discuss your bill, discuss your grade, or discuss your behavior. Discuss is a word in the English language I can’t get away from fast enough.
“Sure, let me get a t-shirt to put on. The air conditioning is no joke in here, and I’m freezing.”
Gavin smiles sweetly at me like I’m an innocent child. As I start to walk away, he grabs my arm. He takes off his shirt and hands it to me. At this moment, all I want to do is to smell his shirt. I want to crawl under the covers and let the smell consume me.
I sit on the couch, bringing my knees to my chest, and Gavin sits beside me. His flat abdomen is on full display, and I want to lick the droplets of water coming down his chest. But now isn’t the time to be distracted by his hotness.
“I spoke with Mike, and Doug is clean as a whistle.”
“Wow, I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m not really surprised. After all, he is certainly not dumb. I appreciate all your help, but the plan is to go home from work tomorrow.”
“Jamie, you can stay here as long as you like. I would feel better if you stayed with me until we feel him out.”
“Fuck. Gavin, I’m not letting him run my life. Believe me when I say he is not controlling me. I’m not living in fear. I have done that before, and I have no intention of doing it again. There is no way you are talking me out of going home.”
Gavin moves a little closer to me and gently holds my hand. “Jamie, what did you mean when you said you lived in fear?”
I can’t get into this with him right now for numerous reasons. “Please, I can’t right now. Just accept that for me.” It takes all my willpower to hold back my tears.
“I will let this go for now. For now. There will be a point in time when we will be talking about this. Remember that, Jamie. And your safety is my primary concern. I get that you want to go home and live your life. I think we should set up a home security system and get some plans in place.”
“What kind of plans?”
“Well, I think you should text me when you are leaving your apartment. If you are not at work or with Regan and Grayson, I should know where you are going. Unless you have family you want to stay with?” I feel my blood pressure rising, and Gavin Rodgers is going to feel my wrath. I know he means well, but he is suffocating me. I can’t handle it.
“Do you honestly think that is going to work with me? I let no man control me, no matter how great his dick is. I report to no one. Do you want to know if I decide to fuck someone else, Gavin, really? Is that really what you want?” I walk away from him and go to the bedroom I’m staying in. I need a timeout before I say some things I will regret. Gavin certainly doesn’t deserve it. But I have managed to take care of myself since my useless parents left me, and I can do it again.
I stand at the window looking out at the pool. I have no clue what was even going on out there; I was in daydream land. My week has been so shitty. I wish I could take a vacation, but being new to my job, I can’t afford that luxury.
While I’m lost in my thoughts, looking out the window, Gavin joins me. “Sweetheart, I didn’t want to upset you. I want to make sure you are safe at all times. I could get a bodyguard for you, but I know you wouldn’t allow that intrusion into your life. I thought this would be a better alternative.”
“I will check in more frequently with Regan. That’s all I can promise you. I need to live my life. If the stalking continues, I will tell you. But starting tomorrow, I will be living the rest of my life, regardless of my stalker.”
“I can accept those conditions. Please keep in touch with Regan and Grayson. I will be checking in with them to make sure you have. I couldn’t care less what you are doing; I just need to know you're safe.”
“Hmm...I think you would care about me doing certain things,” I say, trying to get Gavin going.
“Of course I would care, Jamie, do not fuck with me,” he says in a gravelly voice. “I have only so much fucking patience when it comes to you. I know I have no power over you, but the thought of another man touching you makes me want to rip him to shreds. Fucking...shreds.” He hesitates. “So my dick is pretty great?”
“Gavin, you need to stop while you're ahead.” I wink at him.
The one thing I can say about Gavin is he knows when not to push me. He might not agree with me, but he respects the boundaries I have set. I think it might be the therapist in him; either way, I love it. We disagreed, had an intense discussion, and moved on like it had never happened.
I have dated guys who couldn’t accept “no,” and war would break out. This was one of the reasons for my one-and-done rule. I made the decision, a few years ago, that I would not live like that anymore. I deserve better, and I would rather be by myself than going to battle every day.
Gavin and I take some quiet time for ourselves. I know it wasn’t easy for him to admit it, but I think he needs the break more than I do. I am convinced more than ever that he would make a great husband one day.
After taking our timeouts, we decide it’s time for dinner. Gavin informs me he is making steaks on the grill, baked potatoes, and grilled
corn. Dinner sounds fabulous, and we’ll have wine. I can’t drink much since I’m scheduled to work tomorrow, but a glass of wine will relax me enough to get some rest tonight.
Gavin insists that I not help with dinner preparations, saying I’m a guest in his home. It’s cute seeing him move back and forth between the grill and kitchen, determined that dinner will be excellent. I like feeling I’m important enough to make a superb impression on.
I want to put a little effort into getting ready for dinner tonight. I’m not going out this evening, but I shouldn’t look like I just crawled out of bed. I let my curls run wild with a little gel to control them. I apply a little makeup; Gavin likes for a person to look real, without an excessive amount of makeup. I put on a wrinkle-free maxi dress with a comfortable pair of black flip-flops. I apply lotion to my sun-kissed skin. I hope he will appreciate the effort I made tonight. I don’t expect the outfit to make him want to jump my bones; I just want him to enjoy the package.
I continue to think about the evening ahead, wondering where it will lead with Gavin. I don’t want to have sex tonight. I believe it would make things more complicated, and it would violate my one-and-done rule. I think keeping our distance in this area is best for both of us. I cannot allow myself to get any more invested in Gavin because he has the power to break me. I’m not good enough for him; he deserves greatness. I’m nowhere near greatness. He deserves the six kids, mom vehicle, basketball team, and family home. I couldn’t even keep my family together; that is why they left me. I was of no use to them, and they rolled out. If Gavin left me, I would be gutted. I can’t allow it because I know for a fact I would not recover.
Gavin interrupts my thoughts about not having a happily ever after. “Do you want to set the table? We can eat on the patio or inside, it’s your choice.”
“Sure, the patio is excellent. Do you want me to grab you a beer, or do you want something else?”
Gavin stands close to me. “You look beautiful tonight, Jamie. I wasn’t going to have you help, but cooking dinner took more time than I thought it would. A beer sounds great after going inside and out.”
I smile. This is another example of him being perfect husband material.
“No problem, I will get it all put together. I think you look good tonight yourself. Two people all dressed up with nowhere to go.” Gavin looks handsome in his off-white cargo shorts and blue button-down shirt. His rolled-up shirt sleeves put his arms on full display, a beautiful sight which I appreciate. The sun did him justice today, even his feet are tan in his leather sandals. But I can’t be distracted by his looks; the dinner tonight is between friends. Friends who apparently need to keep their boundaries in place; that episode at the poolside doesn’t need to be repeated this evening.
The dinner is spot on; Gavin made a great meal. Grills are usually a guy thing, and he certainly knows how to manage the barbeque. The corn is perfect, not overdone. The baked potatoes fall apart on the fork, and the steak is ideal for medium done. The food is so good, I want to go to sleep. But I don’t want to be rude and go straight to bed.
I start to clean up, and Gavin stops me in my tracks. He insists I am a guest and am being taken care of tonight. I welcome his effort, but I’m a little overwhelmed. I have always been a caretaker: Look at the career I chose. I don’t know how to be taken care of; it’s emotionally draining. It takes everything in me to allow him to take the lead.
I sit on the couch with my red wine in hand, watching him in action. Gavin said his mom passed away a couple of years ago; I can tell she raised him right. He respects women and the work they do. Watching the thorough job he does cleaning up, I have no doubt he did plenty of chores growing up.
He clearly grew up with good parents; he would probably shit if he saw the circumstances I grew up in. Embarrassment settles within me, and I need to change my thoughts.
“Jamie, do you want any dessert?”
“You made a dessert too? I know you are really trying to show me up now.”
“I have a strawberry cheesecake that I picked up for dinner. I ran out earlier for some corn, so why not dessert?”
“Dinner was great, Gavin. I feel like I ate Thanksgiving dinner already. I have no more room for any more food. I would love to take some to work tomorrow and eat it for lunch.”
Gavin agrees with me, and doesn’t make any for himself either. “Are you up for a movie tonight, Jamie?”
I nod. “The week has been so shitty I’m in need of a comedy.”
Gavin goes through Netflix and Amazon looking for the comedy that we both need.
I let Gavin choose the movie. I was already sleepy before we sat together on the couch. I debate changing into my bedclothes, but the effort isn’t worth it. Besides, I picked out comfortable attire for dinner. “So, what are we going to watch tonight?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I’m sure you can tell I’m not a fan of surprises, Gavin.”
He winks at me in the most charming manner, knowing I can’t refuse his awesomeness.
Chapter 11
Gavin leaves me thinking about movie possibilities as he refreshes our drinks. “Popcorn, Jamie?”
“No, I think I’m good.”
He rejoins me on the couch.
“Is the popcorn your excuse for sitting close to me on the sofa?”
“I don’t need any excuses to sit next to you, I make things happen.”
“Please clarify.”
Gavin shakes his head, suggesting my question is absurd. “If my objective was to get close to you, I would just ask you. Now, if I wanted to make things interesting, I would put another plan into action. Instead of popcorn, I would suggest ice cream. I know you are asking, why ice cream? We wouldn’t share a lovely bowl of ice cream. I would strip you naked and eat ice cream off your body. I wouldn’t be fast enough, and the ice cream would begin to melt. Then I would have to lick it off your body. I couldn’t leave a spot untouched. My favorite part would be licking it off your nipples. The cold ice cream would have hardened your nipples immediately, and I would suck them even harder. My tongue would enjoy the flavor of ice cream and you.”
Damn, he is that good. He knows how to throw me off my game with minimal effort. I think what fascinates me about Gavin is his ability to throw me off. I usually don’t see guys who are on the same level as me. I like to have control, and that’s hard when you pick men with more education or money. I know for sure, at some point, I’m going to be a personal ice cream cone for him. Licking me and eating me before I melt, sounds like a perfect plan.
Talking about that little escapade made his dick hard. My panties are wet, and I would like nothing more than to suck his cock. I think giving Gavin the best oral job will throw him off his game. I want the ball in my court, and this is an excellent plan to put into action.
Gavin brings a couple of throw blankets to the couch. As he walks away, I grab his wrist. “Everything is fine, sit down. Let me help you.” I gently rub his dick. I can see the turmoil in his eyes as he battles to make the right decision.
“Jamie, it will be okay. You don’t have to do anything.”
A bit of agitation settles within me. “Believe me, I know I don’t have to do anything.” I pull myself closer to Gavin, leaving no room between us. “Please,” I whisper. I unbutton his shorts and pull his boxer briefs down. His cock stands at full attention. I rub my hand up and down it twice. “Gavin, do you like candy? Do you like lollipops?”
He nods, his eyes begging for more.
“What is your favorite flavor? Cherry is my favorite flavor.” I smile brightly at Gavin. “As I suck your cock I want you to imagine that your dick is a cherry lollipop. I’m going to lick and suck your cock until there is nothing left. Can you handle it?” I continue to tease his cock with light feather touches. I want the frustration to build up in him, and I want to watch him lose the control he is desperate to hold onto.
I push the coffee table away, making sure our drinks are secure, and I drop
to my knees. Gavin has hardwood floors, so I’m hoping to bring him over the edge sooner rather than later. Gavin likes the sight of me on my knees, and he begins to stroke his dick on his own. I move his hands to his legs. I put my mouth on him and taste his salty precum. I lick his cock like a lollipop and feel his frustration. “Do you need more?”
Gavin nods, and I begin to jerk off his dick in fast motion with intermittent licks. I sense he is getting close, and I back off.
Gavin sighs with frustration. “Jamie, quit fucking with me. Put your mouth on my dick and don’t stop until I fucking cum.” He is at the breaking point. He has reached the point of no return, and I plan to give him exactly what we both want. I put my mouth on that beautiful cock of his, and I jerk him off at the same time.
Gavin’s cock is thick and long. I can take most of him in, but not quite all of it. I am beginning to get into a rhythm when Gavin takes over. He puts both of his hands in my wild curls and guides me along as I suck his cock. A few minutes later, Gavin is on the brink of ecstasy. “Jamie, I’m going to come. Fuck...Jamie. If you want to pull away, now is the time to do it.” I begin to tug and pull at his balls, bringing him to the edge even faster.
“Fuck!” Gavin’s orgasm rips through his body as his cum hits the back of my throat. I have to swallow more than once. I lick him clean, leaving no part of his dick untouched. I’m happy because now it is confirmed that Gavin has a fully working cock. My last impression of it left me wondering if he had whiskey dick or if he suffered from impotence. As I finish, he looks exhausted but relieved. I’m glad I was able to give that to him.
When I rejoin Gavin on the couch, my knees feel immediate relief. I consider the blowjob effective; he got off and it didn’t take all day. I think if I were totally naked it would have happened even faster, not that I’m bragging about my body by any means. Gavin is a boob man, he would have enjoyed looking at my tits. My breasts are one of my better features, 34 D to be exact. A perky set of breasts, two handfuls to enjoy.