I slipped off my heels near the doorway, my height decreasing considerably. “You never asked for one.”
“I took you to prom when your date bailed, held your hair back when you were too trashed to walk at your college graduation, and I wiped your tears away when your mom died. Here I am.” His expression remained serious. “Asking.”
“Gavin.” I let a deep breath out through my nose and fiddled with a piece of my hair. “Do you really want to have this conversation right now?”
“For almost twenty years, I’ve kept my mouth shut.” He shifted his weight. “So, yeah, I do.”
Silence filled the room, like a weighted blanket on the conversation.
I studied the handsome man in front of me and bit my lip. It took until that moment to truly realize how many times he’d tried showing me his affection. It was my turn, and actions spoke louder than words; I knew what I wanted. With shaky steps, I closed in on the space between us. “Maybe I was the one who needed time to realize that some things are meant to change.” Standing in front of him, I reached out and touched the soft material of his button-up shirt with the tips of my fingers, running them upward. With my palms pressed against his chest, I could feel his heart racing as he held his breath.
Looking up at him, I wetted my lips with the tip of my tongue. “This isn’t something I normally do.” I shook my head. “Come home with a random person from a restaurant.”
“Me either,” he replied. “And I’ve known you for a long time…if that’s what you call ‘random’.”
I staved off a smile.
He slid one arm around me and leaned over, breathing into my ear. Another whiff of aftershave caught me off guard; my knees were shaking. I was thankful he had an arm wound around me to keep me from melting to the floor. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he murmured into my ear.
I pulled back and braced my arms on his biceps, suddenly nervous, and my mouth was as dry as the Sahara. Slowly, I shook my head left and right.
The box of pizza on the counter was an afterthought, dinner suddenly unimportant.
"Can I show you?" he asked, lifting my hand to his mouth as he gently kissed each of my knuckles, taking his time. Lastly, he rested his lips against the back of my hand as he looked at me.
I nodded, a mixture of adrenaline and tension filling me as a wave of heat flooded the space between my legs.
He leaned forward and his lips hovered over mine. "Can I spend the rest of the night showing you?"
“Who are you, and what have you done with Gavin?” I whispered.
“Shhh.” He held his index finger to my mouth, dragging downward until my lower lip released from underneath the pad of his digit.
I couldn't hold back any longer; I knew what I wanted…what my body craved. A thrum of energy buzzed through me, and it sent a sensation of giddiness to my stomach. I pushed myself onto my toes, eliminating the remaining space between us.
My lips greeted his, and his grip around me tightened as he moaned. The kiss was soft and gentle, contrasting the abrasive dots of stubble on his jaw line. He opened his mouth slightly as he wound a hand through my hair, patiently asking for access. I reciprocated and allowed him to explore the recesses of my mouth, his free hand studying the geography of my right hip with his fingers splayed wide.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He pulled back and cupped my face in his palms, his voice remaining low. "I've been sure for far too long."
I answered him by sliding my hands up the front of his shirt again, this time not stopping until my fingers met the top of his button-up shirt. Locking eyes with his, I loosened his tie and slid it from the collar, setting it on the counter. Want thrummed through me, and it started at the base of my skull and seeped its way farther south. Without speaking, I maintained eye contact with him and unfastened the first button, the material tight as it snapped when it released from the eyelet. The anticipation of my slow movements left me wanting to rush through the actions, but I held back. Biting my lip, I moved down to the next button and to the next, watching his reaction.
I slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the counter. Tugging the bottom of his white t-shirt upward until the bottom freed from his pants, I glimpsed his defined muscles that strained beneath the material. My imagination was left wondering what it would be like with his heat as he perched himself over me on the bed, our naked bodies pressed together. Once he was shirtless, I noticed his arms were covered with a thick layer of sleeve tattoos spanning from his wrists to his shoulders. Why haven't I noticed how sexy he is before? Letting the t-shirt fall to the floor, the ripples spanning his abs sent another shiver through me.
"You’re overdressed." A smile threatened at the corners of his mouth.
Cupping my face in his hands once again, he leaned over and kissed me chastely, allowing his lips to travel down my jaw, tickling my neck. The ability to breathe was becoming increasingly difficult each time he touched me. With a swift tug, he pulled my body toward him as he grazed his teeth along my ear lobe, his soft tongue rubbing against my skin, and I felt the thin layer of material between my legs getting wetter. Blood thrummed through me from head to toe, mimicking the heartbeat pounding in my ears.
He pushed me back against the wall and claimed my mouth with ravenous intensity. "I want you, Beckley."
Surrendering to the domination of his kiss, my body ached for his touch and was hungry to feel his skin pressed firmly against mine. I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle as the metal clanged against the button on his jeans, taunting me that he wasn’t fully naked yet. With my fingers racing through the motions as they shook, I realized my once slow anticipation had turned to a sudden rush of need.
The kiss deepened and ecstasy spiraled through me, knowing what was to come. His hands traveled up my body as he unzipped the back of my dress, dragging the metal fastener downward, the sound of the teeth unlocking cemented my decision to move forward. Relishing each second, he slid the material from my shoulders, letting it puddle around my feet.
Reaching down, he ran his large hands over the lacy cups of my bra, his thumbs pausing atop my nipples, rubbing in small circles as I sucked in a deep breath through my teeth. I moaned, pebbling from his touch, tightening at the tease. Tipping my head back against the wall, I allowed the sensations to course through my body. He reached behind me and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, studying my eyes. I wound my legs around his waist and braced one hand on his left shoulder and the other on his right bicep as he rocked his hips against me gently. The rest of the world melted away, Gavin grinding us against the wall while his mouth nipped at the flesh on my neck.
“Gavin.” I moaned. “Please?”
Swiftly walking across the room with me affixed to the front of him, he set me down in front of the couch, allowing his hands to slowly communicate across the curves of my hips and waist, the heat of his palms blazing hot against my skin.
Impatient, I tugged at his jeans, filled with a rush of desire as I shoved them down to his feet, pushing him back on the couch. Each second felt like hours. Kneeling in front of him, I forced myself to slow down and slid my hands up his tanned muscular legs, allowing my fingers to disappear beneath the material of his boxers. His rock-hard cock met my fingertips as he watched me. I wound my hand around his shaft and gently squeezed, his body flinching at my touch. With the other hand, I eased his boxers off, freeing his straining erection.
Before he had a chance to say anything, I leaned over and licked the dewdrop of pre-come from the tip of his cock, feeling his body tense as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft with a long, singular stroke. Locking eyes with his, I opened wide and slid his dick into my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around him. My tongue massaged him while my fingertips teased his balls with slow repetitive strokes.
"God." He sighed as he lifted his hips to greet my mouth, forcing himself deeper until he was nudging my throat.
I slid his shaft past my lips, sucking harder
. Knowing I was the cause of Gavin’s squirms and moans was like a drug to me; I couldn’t get enough. He wound a hand through my hair as my head bobbed against him, refusing to slow down.
"Beckley, stop," he murmured, tipping his head back against the sofa.
I shook my head left and right, denying his request. Cupping his balls in my hand, I copied the sensation with my tongue as it massaged the head of his cock on repeat.
"I can’t hold back." He groaned. "You need to stop before..."
With a final swirling motion, I felt his body tense as he filled my mouth. His come shot down the back of my throat as I swallowed, his body shuddering at the release.
The tension drained from his body as he collapsed against the couch. "Damn."
I pulled away and looked at him. “Guess some things are meant to change after all, huh?”
"Do you have any water?" he asked, panting.
“Fridge,” I replied, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
I watched him walk away, his defined back muscles and the perfectly rounded muscles of his ass captivating me as he opened the fridge and bent over. He returned with a bottle of water and offered it to me.
I took a swig and handed it to him as I sat down on the couch, crossing my legs.
He took a moment to study the thigh-high suspender pantyhose connecting to a strip of elastic that traveled to the lace band of my thong. The energy in the room had shifted over to me once again and he kissed me, toying with the material as he freed the clasps. Watching me, he slid the pantyhose down my legs, the full surface area of his rough hands careful to remain in contact with my skin.
I gulped.
His hand slid up my left thigh and nudged my legs apart as he pushed my thong to the side. "God, you're so wet," he mumbled into my neck as he slid a finger deep inside me.
I felt my body respond to his touch, rocking against his hand as his finger moved in and out, fucking me as I silently begged for more. When I arched my back, he pushed a second finger inside me, moving in a rhythmic motion.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low. Easing me back against the couch, his eyes locked with mine. "Tell me, Beckley. What do you want me to do right now? Do you want more?" He began to finger me harder and faster and I felt a thrum of electricity slowly building in my pussy, the rest of my body writhing against the extreme sensation.
"Yes." My voice was hoarse.
"Yes, what?" he asked, rubbing my clit with his index finger, teasing the bundle of nerves that desired to be shipped over the edge.
"I want more,” I whimpered, sliding my hand down until my palm rested against the back of his hand. One of my fingers was sliding in and out of me too.
"What about this?" he asked, his free hand traveling behind me to unclasp my bra.
Slowly, he slid the straps off my shoulders one at a time, exposing my breasts to the cool air. Looking down, he trailed his fingertips down my body, traveling over the fleshy mound of my breast before his thumb hesitated near the edge of my nipple, the anticipation sending a tremor through me.
My body begged for more, crying for it as he lightly touched the tip before rolling it between his index finger and his thumb. “What about this?” he questioned, pinching it lightly.
“Uh huh.” I jumped, losing the ability to speak I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him toward me, giving him the green light to continue.
Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed me, his mouth leaving a trail as he reached my breast, his lips teasing my nipple, the mood intensifying greatly as he drew it into his mouth, his tongue flicking the tip. I cried out and held his head against me, begging him to suck harder.
My back arched, the pulsing between my legs becoming too much. I needed him, and I didn't want to wait. "Gavin..." I moaned.
"Shhh...almost twenty years. Remember?" He slid two fingers inside me once again faster, in and out as his tongue worked over my other breast, his teeth gently nipping.
"Please?" I whispered.
"Please what?" he asked.
"Fuck me.”
He shook his head back and forth slowly. "Not yet."
He hovered over my waist, releasing the black thong over my hips until I was fully naked and exposed. With one hand, he pressed my knees apart, taking in the scenery. Lowering his face slowly, I shivered as he kissed my calf, working his way up my thigh until his face was dangerously near the mound of curls between my legs. I spread my thighs farther, granting him access as he buried his face into me with a sudden motion, his tongue flicking against my clit as he sucked hard, devouring me hungrily.
“Gavin,” I cried out.
He pulled away and grabbed the bottle of water from the table and took a long drink, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
I watched him as my body was granted a brief moment to recover.
His smile was wicked as he set the bottle of water down. He started the action again, his mouth ice cold, the sensation sending a ripple of impatience through me as he buried his tongue deep inside me.
I gasped and grabbed the throw pillow from the couch and threw it across the room. His tongue worked harder and faster against me and I felt my climax building.
"Gavin, fuck me, please." My voice was breathy. “Please fuck me."
He continued to ignore me.
"Gavin," I pleaded. “I can’t take much more of this.”
Pulling back, I felt the tingle start to dwindle, my body aching and begging to be launched over the edge.
"Maybe it’s selfish of me to stop right now, but when you come and scream my name, I want it to be because my cock's inside you." He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a foil wrapper. Before he had a chance to open it himself, I grabbed it from him and tore the top with my teeth, watching his erection jerking with anticipation once again as I wrapped my hand around his shaft.
"You recovered quickly." I smirked.
"I’ve had a lot of years to think about this moment."
I slid the condom over the tip of his dick, rolling it up his shaft as I locked eyes with him. He tipped his head back and groaned, the eagerness building. Standing up, I pushed him into a sitting position on the couch as I straddled his cock, lowering myself on him, burying him in my slickness. Deep inside me, he stretched my walls and I rocked my hips as I braced my hands on his chest. The sensation caused me to close my eyes as I arched my back, my stomach greeting his chest he took my nipple into his mouth again. In return, I rode him in slow precise movements, glimpsing his anguished expressions of pleasure as I pulled away slightly and buried him deep inside me again.
"Fuck," he said, pinching my nipples.
I jolted, bucking against his body.
He reached down and grabbed my hips, lifting and lowering me slowly. The action intensified as he slammed my body against his over and over and I cried out, knowing the border of an orgasm was near.
"Not yet." He lifted me off of him and flipped me over until I was bracing the couch as he hovered over me, entering me from behind. I pushed my ass back against him as he slid his thick cock inside my pussy, filling me with his length. With his strong hands, he guided my hips back toward him again, the sound of his balls slapping my flesh as he fucked me from behind...hard.
“Christ, Beckley,” he said. “I’m going to come so fucking hard if I don’t slow down.”
I felt the wave of ecstasy threatening to crash each time he slammed into me, the repeated action sending me to the brink as I wiggled my ass back toward him, greeting his cock as I dug my fingernails into the couch. “Give it to me, Gavin,” I grunted. "Now."
He groaned and I felt him erupt, and it sent me over the edge like a domino effect, an explosion of relief flooding through me as I felt him pinning my hips tight against him.
Without words, I felt him spasm inside me while a soft moan escaped his mouth.
I buried my face in the couch, breathless.
Once he'd stopped shaking, he pulled out and sat back on the couch, hi
s chest heaving. “That was…” he shook his head.
I pushed my hair from my face, my face red from the release. “Better than hanging out at The Esplanade?”
“Understatement.” He nodded, taking another drink of water.
I leaned back on the couch and he laid down behind me, winding an arm around my waist as he trailed his fingers across my stomach, another wave of goose bumps littering my skin.
"Beckley, I—"
My phone buzzed on the table, dancing toward the edge. I reached for it to stop it from falling and saw a new text scrolling across the top of the screen from a blocked number. “Hang on a sec.”
I unlocked the screen and typed a reply to a message on the list, hitting 'send'. Setting the phone down on the table, I pulled Gavin toward me and kissed him.
The phone sounded again and from the corner of my eye I saw the reply to my text and smiled.
You’re welcome, Beck. And I could totally hear you through the wall. ;) You owe me dinner!
The Rescue
Sabina Bundgaard
It had been a busy day at the clinic, and for the first time since the morning, Shayna was able to sit down. Looking at the clock, she realized it was way past closing hours; it was no wonder she was beat.
Taya poked her head into the office. “Hey Shaye. Girl, I’ve closed up the front. All you have to do is punch the code in before you go.” Taya looked just as dead on her feet as Shayna was feeling.
It had most certainly been a rough day. A heat wave had plagued their part of the country for weeks, and people were going stir crazy. Bank robberies, assaults, drive by shootings, people passing out from the heat - and that was just humans. The animals were suffering in the heat as well. The clinic had been flooded with patients all day.
Shayna leaned back and stretched her legs while she tugged at the rubber band keeping her locks in place to release her tresses. A content sigh escaped her lips as she looked up at the clock again. Sighing, she stood.
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