by D Scott
“I’ll only suck a little. I promise.”
A drop of precum leaks out, making me lick my lips. I lean forwards to taste it but his hand in my hair tightens, stopping my progress.
“Gina.” He growls my name.
I know he’s trying to warn me about what’ll happen if I put my mouth on him — it never fails. Every time I take Gavin’s cock into my mouth he gets so aroused he loses control and fucks me until he cums inside me. Which is why he hardly ever lets me taste him. But right now, I’m so hot for him, I’m desperate to have him in my mouth.
“Gavin,” I plead.
He lets out a harsh breath. “You gonna take it too deep like last time?”
The last time that he’s referring to is Saturday. It’d been pouring rain all day so we were at his house, and Gavin had been taking a shower since he’d gotten himself dirty fixing his kitchen sink while I sat studying. I was already aroused from seeing him in nothing but jeans as he laid under the sink, and when I heard a groan travel down the hall from his bathroom, I went to go check on him. I walked into his bathroom to find him soaping up his body and the clear glass of the shower did nothing to hide how hard he was. I dropped my clothes silently and climbed into the shower with him. I was on my knees in front of him before he realized I was there, and I greedily sucked his ten inches into my mouth. But it was so slippery from the shower water and his precum that I accidentally sucked him too deep and started to gag. I’d ended up coughing and Gavin left to get me a glass of water, then catered to me until I assured him I was okay. I was so embarrassed about the whole thing until later he admitted that being that deep felt good, I just needed more experience — but he hasn’t let me take him in my mouth since then. But after the incident he did pick me up and fuck me up against the shower wall until we both came.
“Uh uh.” I’m too turned on to form real words but I give him the best answer I can — promising that I won’t take him too deep.
“Fine, you can taste it for a minute. We don’t have a lot of time and I want your pussy.” He release my hair and I grin as I reach for him. “No hands, just mouth.”
I nod, not taking my eyes off my treat.
I take him between my lips and start to suck even though I barely have more than the tip of him in my mouth. Gavin keeps a firm grip on himself, not letting me take him any deeper, so I work him over with what I’ve got — feeling pleased when he curses under his breath. When his hand dives back into my hair I know I’ve only got a few more moments before he pulls me off. I give his cock head a few more licks with my tongue and then he’s pushing me back with a harsh grunt.
Suddenly several things are happening at once. Gavin flips me over and snaps at me to get on my hands and knees, and the second I do, I feel his fingers in touching me — spreading my lower lips open. And then I feel his tongue. He takes long wet swipes, reaching reaching every part of me. He’s never put his mouth back there before but it feels so good I cry out in pleasure.
I lose track of how many times he does it, passing his tongue over my pussy and my ass, but it’s enough that I’m practically shaking with need. Then when he pushes his tongue into me, I cum hard. He eats me out as I climax and the sensation makes me climax again. He makes me cum two times, and I’m practically in tears from how sensitive I am.
As I finally come down from my my high, Gavin yanks me backward and suddenly I feel his hard length pressing against me. I look back at him, but his eyes are downcast, watching as he rubs himself against me, getting his cock wet.
“Baby,” I whisper.
He looks up and his eyes are so dark it almost takes my breath away. I give him a little nod letting him know I’m ready, that I can take him. He passes his cock through my wetness one more time — brushing over my clit and making me moan.
“Brace yourself.” His words are ragged and I grip the blankets tight at his warning. I keep my eyes on him as he adjusts his cock, moving it to my entrance. I want to push back into him as he starts to slowly work his way inside me, but the slight sting of it has me staying still.
“Damn, babe, I took you twice yesterday and you’re still virgin tight. You okay?”
I can feel my trying to accommodate his size.
I nod my head quickly. “Uh huh — I’m okay. Just stings a little.”
“Rub your clit.”
I shake my head. “I can take it,” I whisper. I want to feel all of him in me without any distractions.
He takes several shallow, easy strokes but it’s not what I want. He made sweet slow love to me for hours yesterday, and it was the most perfect feeling in the world, but right now I want it rough.
“Fuck me, Gavin. Hard.”
I wiggle my ass to entice him and that’s all it takes. He pulls almost all the way out of me and then slams back inside — my mouth drops open but nothing comes out. His fingers leave my breeched opening and slide up to grip my hips as he starts to pound into me. He yanks me back with each thrust, sending himself deeper.
“Unghh! Fuck! Gavin!”
“Your pussy is fucking magic,” he growls.
“You’re so deep, deputy. Feels like you’re in my tummy.”
I spread my legs to ease the pressure on my insides, but instead Gavin lifts me higher into his strokes. My hold on the sheets starting to slip as my knees barely touch the bed.
“Unghh baby!”
Gavin reaches one hand under me to push my shirt up then draw down my bra cup and taking my nipple between his fingers. I cry out as I cum all over him.
I lose my grip on the covers, but Gavin pulls me up against his chest, and it’s his hold on me — one hand squeezing my breast and the other on my hip — that keeps me upright. He slows his strokes until he’s grinding against me but it does nothing to relieve the pressure on my insides.
“Work your hips, babe.”
He uses his hand on my hip to get me moving, but it’s still not easy. I’m exhausted and Gavin is in me so deep, I almost feel too full to move.
“You feel so big, deputy.”
I feel him nuzzle my ear with his nose and lips, and a shiver works its way through my body. “You can take it.”
I lean sideways slightly so I can see him. The love and lust shining through his eyes has more arousal seeping from me and coating his hard length. I reach one hand up to hold his nape, bringing him closer for a kiss. Gavin’s hand slides from my hip down between my legs to rub my clit as our lips connect. I moan into his mouth as my insides contract from his touch and when I feel a sudden warmth coat my insides I know Gavin is cumming. I swallow down his groan of release, but even after he’s done filling me with his cum he’s still hard inside of me. His fingers keep rubbing, working my clit in circles until I fall into another orgasm. Between his hand on my breast and his hand between my legs, I’m so primed I’m not sure I can take anymore, but feeling how hard Gavin is I know he’s not done.
“You good, little misfit? Your pussy get what it needed?” His lips brush mine as he speaks.
“Uh huh. I feel so sensitive now, Gavin,” I answer.
He slides his hand from between my thighs.
“Gonna fuck you hard one more time, and then I’ll let you rest. Be my strong woman and take it, okay?”
My inner walls clench thinking of the pounding that I know is coming.
I bite my lip and nod. With that, he releases me and gently pushes me forward onto the bed. I don’t have any energy left to hold myself up but I don’t need to, Gavin slides a pillow under my hips before coming down over me. I’m surrounded by him, and it makes me feel loved and safe and protected.
I look at him over my shoulder when he nuzzles my neck. “I love you, Gavin.”
He looks up. “I love you too, babe.” Then he thrusts.
He gives it me without mercy — pounding deep, hard, and fast — and I scream into the mattress. I work myself into a such a frenzy that he has to cover my mouth with his hand so the neighbors can’t hear
me, but even then I can’t be quiet. I push back into his relentless strokes while crying out into his palm and grasping at my bed sheets. I’m I can’t get a good grip I’m being ridden so hard, and my body is responding to everything he’s doing as my orgasm comes out of nowhere.
I cum so hard my cheeks are wet with tears of pleasure, and exhaustion is starting to creep in. I can’t keep myself awake as Gavin pulls out, and warmth coats my inner thighs as I give into the sweet bliss of sleep.
“Come on, babe. Wake up — you can do it. Show me those beautiful brown eyes.” Gavin’s words penetrate the fog of sleep I’m under, as I start to wake.
I’m only half conscious but I do recognize that I’m now on my back with Gavin looming over me. When I feel his fingers slip between my thighs and tease my wet folds, I lock my thighs shut, trapping his hand.
“Quit it, deputy. I’m not giving you anymore, I’m too sore.” I try to roll away when his face presses into my neck. “Quit it, Gavin.”
“Then wake up,” he says.
My eyes stay shut. “Leave me alone, I wanna nap.”
“No time, babe, we both gotta get to work.”
“Crap!” That has me up and alert in a second. “How long was I asleep? What time is it?” I yell the questions even though his face is only a few inches from mine.
He checks his watch. “Almost twenty minutes,” he answers.
I push him off me, absently noticing that he’s fully dressed while I’m still missing the lower half of my outfit.
“Arghh! You couldn’t have woken me up?” I’m still yelling at him.
He raises his brow as I search around the room for my bottoms.
“You remember the last time I woke you up from a nap? You almost took a swing at me and I had to go down on you to get back in your good graces.”
That is true, but it was also his fault.
I turn to him and narrow my eyes. “That so does not count — you only woke me up because you wanted me to make you cookies.” My head whips around my room but I can’t find my skirt or panties anywhere. “Where’s my skirt? I have to go.”
He crosses his arms. “You’re not wearing that skirt to work.”
I roll my eyes. “Ugh! Can you not be a possessive maniac right now, I’m gonna be late!”
He shrugs. “Find something else.”
“Arghhh!” I throw my hands up in frustration and stomp to my dresser — digging through my drawers for my leggings. I also grab a pair of underwear before sliding my boots off and getting dressed. I fix my top while Gavin is just sits on my bed staring at me as I change — no help at all.
Ugh, men.
I rush to my closet pull out my jean jacket and slip it on, then I grab everything else I need. I absently notice I don’t feel any wetness between my legs from Gavin’s cum, so he must’ve cleaned my whole I was asleep. I look over at him but he’s no longer sitting on my bed, he’s leaning against the doorframe watching me. I walk over to him and lift up on my toes to kiss him.
“Thanks for cleaning me, deputy.”
He wraps his arms around me. “You’re welcome, babe.”
I push at his chest. “Now move it, I don’t wanna be late.”
“Want a ride? I’ve got a cruiser — I can have you there in ten minutes.” Then he smirks, “Seven if I turn on the siren.”
I giggle. “Are you allowed to do that?”
He shrugs. “Whatever it takes to get my girl to work on time. And that way, I can pick you up and take you home after your shift.”
I pretend to take a moment to think it over before nodding.
“Alright, deputy, I’ll take the ride. Can I bring a snack?”
He grins. “Only if you bring one for me, too.”
“Deal.”
We share a quick kiss before moving apart so he can follow me into the kitchen. I make a mental note to text my brothers on the drive to the bar so they don’t see my car in the driveway and worry why I’m not home — if they get back before I do.
“Okay, pick what you want. We have snacks in the cabinets and the pantry.”
I look back at him and he’s got a brow raised. I just shrug. “We like snacks.”
He rolls his eyes but grabs a bag of pork skins while I get two packs of fruit snacks, and then we head out.
Gina
Wednesday
I grab another shirt to fold and let my mind wander as I listen to the sound of running water. I’ve been on the phone with Gavin since he dropped me back home after my shift at Lone Star. As in, the minute he dropped me off. He let me out in the driveway and my phone was ringing with a call from him by the time I got inside my room. My brothers think it’s ridiculous how much time we spend together and how often we talk, but I love it. I love how Gavin feels like he has to take care of me. Of course I've told him more than once that he doesn't have to, but he won't let it go. And who am I to object if my deputy wants to show that he loves me by caring for me?
I hear the water of Gavin's shower cut off, and I can only imagine how good his hard body looks all steamy and dripping with water.
"Babe?" His voice is muffled, probably from him toweling off his wet hair.
"I'm here." I finish the shirt I'm folding and put it away.
"What're you doing?"
"Nothing, just folding laundry and watching tv while listening to you."
When he mentioned that he was going to shower before his shift tonight I questioned why. I know he'll be out on patrol all night, along with finishing whatever office work that needs to be done — so it seemed pointless. According to him though, working an overnight shift without a shower and freshly brushed teeth is like being trapped hell. It seemed liked an overly dramatic answer, but I kept my thoughts to myself — my man is a neat freak after all — so could see his point.
I listen to Gavin brush his teeth, then spit, then brush some more, and then spit again. I guess a relationship can't be hot and steamy all the time — but surprisingly, I'm not grossed out.
I manage to fold two pairs of leggings and a pair of black jeans while Gavin finishes his oral hygiene routine. And just as I'm putting everything away his voice comes back over the line. "You done folding your laundry yet? It's getting late and I want you in bed. You've got school tomorrow."
I roll my eyes. "I think the question is ‘Are you done?’,” I say sassily. “And no, I'm not done yet, to answer your question. I still have a couple more things to fold and put away.” He mutters under his breath. “Hey, give me a break. I've been listening to you complete your personal hygiene routine for the last fifteen minutes. "
"It’s been ten minutes, smartass. Besides, listening to you fold shit isn't exactly entertaining either."
My eyes roll on their own this time. "Please, my folding doesn't even make any noise. That's way better than listening to you gargle mouthwash."
"Hurry. Up. Gina."
I move on to folding another pair of jeans. "Fine! I'm hurrying, jeez. I don't know what you're getting all worked up about it's barely ten o'clock."
There's some ruffling over the line before he answers. "I want you safe in bed before I leave."
"Why?"
He sighs, exasperated with me. "Because it helps me breathe easier knowing you're warm and safe, and I'll be able to focus on work rather than the fact that I can't get to you until tomorrow."
My heart melts at that. My deputy is so sweet when he wants to be. "Awww, baby." I loudly blow him a kiss through the phone then go back to putting my jeans away.
He chuckles. "Hurry up, little misfit."
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying." There’s silence between us as he starts getting dressed and I rush to finish my folding. “Oh, baby, guess what happened during my shift earlier!”
“There was a fight.”
“Yeah! There was a — wait — how’d you know?”
He chuckles. “It’s big bar in a small town, babe, there’s only so much shit that can go down.”
“True,” I shrug.
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br /> “But whatever — you’re ruining my story. Anyways, guess why it happened!”
He sighs. “Drunken stupidity.”
“Good guess, but nope. Mmm...well...not entirely. Okay, so here’s what happened. This guy — not a regular — is sitting at the bar by himself nursing a beer, right? Well, then another guy — also not a regular — comes storming in and goes right up to the guy sitting at the bar. He starts going on about how the guy is sleeping with his wife behind his back and all this stuff. And the guy at the bar continues to just sit and calmly nurse his beer while the other guy goes off on him. Then the guy going off says something about him and his wife recently having their second child together, and—“ I can’t even continue because I’m laughing so hard. I don’t know why I find the whole thing hilarious but I do.
“Babe.”
I have to pull myself together because I’m almost in tears from laughing so hard. It takes me a moment to find my composure but I get there. “Okay, okay. Sorry. It’s just so funny,” I say, starting to giggle again.
“Gina.”
“Okay, jeez! Anyway...so the guy going off says something about him and his wife recently having a baby, and that’s when the guy nursing his beer turns around and gets off his stool. Then he says — loud enough for the entire bar to hear — ‘You sure that kid is yours? Because last time I checked, it was mine.’ Babe. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Then the man who was going off just launches towards the man at the bar, and they just went to the ground trying to like punch and strangle one another. And of course stuff started getting broken, then other drunken patrons hopped in trying to pull the two guys apart. Then someone else took a stray punch to the face and from there it just escalated into a full out bar brawl. Stuff was flying everywhere! It got so crazy that Brett herded all the female staff into his office while the security guards tried to break it all up."
Gavin is silent for a moment. "So if you were secured in the office with the other girls while all that shit went down, how do you know everything that happened?"
Crap.
"Well..."
"Damn it, Gina." There's a growl in his voice.