She came not long after the first time his tongue flicked across her clit, thrust from languid satisfaction to pulsing ecstasy in the blink of an eye. Fisting her hands in the sheets, she arched her back and yelled his name.
“Garrick!”
Waves of pleasure crashed over her, having hovered on her shore for so long, now unleashed in a relentless tide. She writhed and he took her higher, his tongue unyielding as it worked the hood, the bundle of nerves beneath.
She plunged back to earth with a gasp when he drove two thick fingers deep into her pussy. Her body vibrated and she joyously relinquished the peak to start the climb once more.
She was overwhelmed. Panting. Rocking against his tongue and hand. She held her legs higher so he could reach anything and everything he wanted. Everything she wanted.
He must have understood, sensed her plea, the rough pad of one finger tracing over the tightly clenched muscles of her anus. Then it was gone.
She whimpered, trying to find the words to encourage him but too incoherent and inexperienced to know what to ask. She’d always been curious but had never dared. If she’d been too loud, too out of control with plain old missionary sex, what would happen if her fantasies came true and she got to experience things she’d only dreamed about?
But Garrick wouldn’t mind. Hell, he’d love it if she lost her mind at his hand. His mouth on her clit, his fingers in her pussy—it was all good. But she wanted more, and here with Garrick, it was safe to have it.
The finger returned, brushing over the tight knot of muscles. She jolted at its stroke, even as she hummed her approval. Her mind swirled, confused by the cold licking at her skin, then it clicked.
Lube.
Around and around, the cool touch edged her hole—her focus, her desire, so singular that she hardly noticed his continued efforts elsewhere. She wanted to ask him what she should do, what he needed from her, but he stopped again.
She groaned with frustration, the sound cut short with a hiccup of shock and pleasure when the pressure returned, firmer this time, a fresh chill to his touch as his finger slowly eased into her body.
“Oh my god!” she cried.
He immediately stopped.
“No! Keep going. God, don’t stop.” He pushed harder, stretching and filling her, and she sobbed out her pleasure. “God, Garrick. Yes. Yes, please!”
Garrick was close to shooting his load from no more than the uncontrollable twitch of his hips, his cock brushing nothing but air as he stood between Savannah’s splayed thighs at the side of his bed.
He’d asked for uninhibited. Begged for it. But the reality of Savannah coming unhinged nearly buckled his knees.
Sucking in desperately needed oxygen, he gathered his few remaining brain cells and slid his finger high into her ass. She bucked against him.
“More!”
God, she was perfect.
He thrust his fingers in her pussy and dragged the finger in her ass back out slowly, working in tandem and finding a rhythm in spite of the irregular jerk of her hips. He moved faster, fucked her harder, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She growled and fisted her hand in his hair hard enough to make his eyes water.
He wanted to howl with joy.
“Garrick! Yes, god, Garrick! It’s too much! Please, just…please!”
She was gorgeous, her eyes sightless while her body thrashed on his bed. With a keening cry, she screwed her eyes shut and came, her back arching high until only her ass and her shoulders still touched the duvet.
“Garrick!”
It had become his life’s mission to hear her scream his name.
He sucked her clit harder and marveled at the tight clench of muscles clamping down on him. He was lightheaded with his need. He had to fuck her. Now.
He slid his fingers from her body and she eased back down onto the bed. A final nip to her clit made her entire body jerk. He scrambled for bedside drawer, almost dumping the whole thing onto the floor before tossing its contents onto the bed beside them.
He tore a foil packet open with his teeth and cursed his shaking hands. The latex was barely rolled into place before he crawled over Savannah’s limp body and looked down into her face.
She opened her eyes, her green gaze vague, her little smile deeply satisfied. Deeply satisfying. He watched her face carefully as he slowly eased his aching cock into her tight, hot pussy.
Relief and desire roared through him. Her mouth opened in a perfect “oh” as he slid home. Arms trembling, he held himself above her and stopped moving, giving her time to adjust to his size. In truth, he needed a moment, too, in order to grapple with the onslaught of sensations.
She undulated beneath him, her hum sultry. Her knees came up, her long thighs wrapping around his ribs and allowing him to sink that last magical centimeter deeper into her body.
He shuddered and she drew him in for a scorching kiss. He wasn’t sure when he started to move, his nervous system overrun as Savannah thrust her tongue in his mouth. She pulled him closer until his chest pressed to hers and they touched everywhere, not a sliver of light or space between them. His hips rocked against hers. Her hips rolled up to meet them.
He wanted to have a long, slow, hot fuck with Savannah. Someday. This wasn’t going to be it.
He slid his hand down her side, cupped her ass and tilted it up against him as he ground down into her. He buried his face against her silky hair and soft skin, the last of his control slipped from his grasp.
Within two thrusts, he hips were snapping forward with more force than finesse, and her loud cried in his ears told him she wouldn’t have it any other way. He pounded her into the mattress, his pelvic bone shoved against her clit with every push. Her legs refused to allow a full retreat, but gave him enough room to run the length of his cock along her gripping walls.
His balls tightened, and the tingle at the base of his spine foretold the unavoidable conclusion. The masochist and the hedonist wanted it to go on forever. The realist thought if he didn’t come soon, he’d have a stroke.
He used the last of his strength to throw his hips forward harder, and nudged the end of her passage. She made a startled sound and her limbs convulsed around him.
“Oh my god! Again,” she gasped.
The clamp of muscles dragging over his cock undid him. With an incoherent shout, he buried himself in her heat and the lightening unleashed, rising up out of his balls and storming his entire body with every racking pulse. His eyes slammed shut and stars danced behind his lids. His body shook as the clench of Savannah’s muscles urged him to give until he was breathless from the pleasure.
With a shuddering sigh, he collapsed, hardly having the wherewithal to hold his weight on his elbows as he gasped for air and groped for his sanity.
He finally registered that he was still attached to the earth, his only anchor the long, slow glide of Savannah’s hand on his back.
“You okay?”
He laughed. “Yeah.” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “You?”
Her slow smile would have been answer enough. “Oh. Yes.”
With regret, he shifted, easing back when his cock softened enough to require that he deal with the condom. Her face showed no sign of pain, only keen disappointment as he slipped from her body.
“I’ll go take care of this and get something to clean us up.”
She smiled and nodded, already crawling beneath the sheets.
He came back to find her sitting with one of several objects he’d dumped out of his bedside table resting in her palm. He stopped in the door and attempted to gauge her reaction.
He was pretty sure there was only curiosity.
“Is this what I think it is?”
He shrugged and moved to the bed. “It depends on what you think it is, I suppose.” He tugged down the covers and urged her to lie back on the pillows.
She didn’t say anything as he wiped her down, spreading her legs to wash away her arousal with a warm washcloth. He tapped her side, indicat
ing she should roll away from him, and she looked at him curiously before doing as he asked.
She jumped when he used one hand to spread her cheeks and gently wiped away the lube coating her anus.
“It’s a butt plug, isn’t it?”
He couldn’t see her face, which, he suspected, was why she’d chosen that moment to ask. It put him at a distinct disadvantage, though, and he was unwilling to take any chances. He tossed the washcloth into the hamper by the bathroom door and rolled her back toward him.
“Yes, it is.”
She bit her lip while looking down at the little plug in her hand.
He smiled. “Would you like to try it?”
Chapter Sixteen
Savannah stared at the cone-shaped device, shivering as Garrick’s question ran through her mind. Did she want to try it?
Yes.
Garrick climbed into the bed and lay down facing her, his elbow planted on the mattress to prop up his head above her. He hauled the covers over them and she was momentarily distracted by the cocoon of warmth he’d created with comforter and quilts and the heat from their still flushed bodies.
“You don’t have to answer now.” He reached for the plug.
She held it away from him. “No, I want…”
He kicked up one sexy eyebrow when she stumbled to a halt. Crap, what did she want?
She gnawed on her lip. “I’ve never really done any of this before,” she admitted.
His slow smile went a long way toward making her feel less stupid. “You mean anal play? Anal sex?”
She shrugged. “Anal anything. Until you…I mean, until just now, I’d never…” God, Savannah, spit it out. “I don’t think I realized it would feel like that. I was curious, but always figured it was more for the giver than the receiver. Now I know...wow on the receiving part.”
His soft chuckle tickled her ear, the glint in his smiling eyes mesmerizing. “I remember what that was like. Learning there was a whole set of sensations no one ever told me about.”
She smiled back, curiosity nipping at her. “Well, how old were you when that happened? Because at twenty-eight, I’m feeling pretty lame.” And how had Garrick discovered this new pleasure?
Garrick lifted his eyes to the ceiling. She was about to ask what was bothering him when he turned back to her and searched her face.
“I trust you,” he said softly, as if he were speaking to himself rather than her.
She brushed her fingers down his cheek. “You can tell me anything.”
He nodded. “I met David in college. I was nineteen.”
She failed to mask her surprise and her eyes went wide before she could get herself back under control.
“David?” she said, breathless even to her own ears.
His gaze narrowed and a hint of color bloomed in his cheeks. “Forget I mentioned it. Please.”
He started to roll away from her but she stopped him with a tight grip around his arm.
“No way,” she said.
He tried to tug his arm free but she held firm.
“No way?”
“Yeah, no fucking way you get to drop that bomb and not give me all the details.”
He looked decidedly confused. “What?”
“Are you gay?”
Both his eyebrows up. “Do you think I’m gay?”
She grinned. “Not particularly, no.”
His lips quivered, a smile almost escaping.
“Okay, it was a dumb question,” she conceded. “So, are you bi?”
He nodded. “I am. Though what you need to know is that I’m monogamous. Always.”
It was her turn to lift a skeptical brow or two. And not just because he thought she needed to know he was willing to commit. That wasn’t where this relationship was going. After tonight, there was no relationship and the only place she’d be going was away.
“Yes, contrary to my legendary and total pain-in-the-ass reputation,” he continued, dragging her thoughts back to their intriguing conversation and away from her disastrous career move earlier that evening, “I’m not a dog, and I only date one person at a time.”
“One person?”
“One woman at a time, for the last decade or so.” He shrugged. “This is Moncton. I’m a local, a recognizable face and a professional hockey player. My love life has spent enough time in the paper and on the news. I haven’t touched a man since I left McGill and the relative anonymity of college life and Montreal.”
“But—”
“It’s fine. The nice thing about being bi, for me, is that I enjoy men and women equally. I haven’t suffered, languishing in the closet for all these years,” he said with a laugh. “You know, at least some of my reputation was earned.”
“You mean the part where you’re supposed to be a titan in bed?”
“What do you think?”
“All true.” She kept a straight face until he tickled her ribs, making her laugh. She fell into him before squirming away from his tormenting fingers.
“It is true,” he assured her.
Flopping onto her back, she looked up into his face. She still clutched a butt plug in her hand.
“I do want to try it,” she said quietly.
He stilled. “Yeah?”
“Yes, but on two conditions.”
He nodded.
She gathered her courage, reminding herself she was allowed to ask for anything she wanted with Garrick. He wouldn’t make fun of her. The worst he could do was say no.
“I want you to do it, too.”
“Do what?”
She drew her arm from under the covers and brought the plug back into view.
“Oh.”
“Do you have another?” she asked.
“I do.”
“Well?”
“Okay. Condition one can be met,” he agreed slowly. “What’s the second condition?”
She took a deep breath. “I want you to tell me about what you’ve done.”
“What I’ve done?”
“With David. With other men.”
His brows drew low over his eyes. “Why?”
“Because it’s hotter than hell.” She reached for his hand and drew it under the covers and over her belly. “Ever since you said you knew what these nerve endings were all about from personal experience, I’ve been trying not to roll over and beg you to have your way with me.” She dipped his fingers between her legs and dragged them through her swollen folds, drenched again with her arousal.
“Jesus,” he murmured.
“Unless that’s the name of one of the men you’ve been with, leave him out of this.” She gasped as his fingers flexed and the rough pad of one finger flicked over her clit. “Just start talking.”
Garrick stared down at Savannah and tried to pry his tongue from the roof of his mouth.
The old adage about being careful what you wished for ran through his head. He’d insisted, no, demanded she be herself with him. Always. He’d just never imagined that prim, buttoned-down, straight-laced Savannah Morrison was a kinky seductress who’d been sent to this earth to rock his world.
Holy fuck.
With a shake, he tore loose from his paralysis and did the first thing that came to mind. He kissed Savannah as if his life depended on it.
She met his tongue with equal aggression, her moans loud. Her body arched against him, pressing the plug between her sternum and his chest, and reminded him of the promises he’d just made. Of his confession, the details of which he was now going to share. He never spoke of David to anyone, hadn’t in years, but somehow it was all rushing back. Savannah made it easy. Safe. Hot.
With a shudder, he broke free from their kiss and let himself drown in her sultry gaze.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
She spread her legs wider. “Do I feel like I’m not sure?”
He smiled and swallowed hard.
“David was the first,” he said slowly, trying to order his thoughts while he flicked his fingers over her
clit. He enjoyed how she gave him her full attention even as her body twitched and writhed.
She didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask questions, just let him decide where to take them.
He told her how they met, how he’d been so shocked to find himself attracted to another man. She never looked away from him as he spun the tale, even when he rolled away to yank open the second bedside table drawer and retrieve a packet of wipes and another, slightly larger and differently shaped plug.
He paused in his story when she gave it a curious look, switching from his history to her education. He wanted this to be good for her, and a little information could go a long way toward safety and confidence.
“Men have a gland in them,” he said, pointing at the curve in the larger butt plug, “and if I put this in right, it will hit that gland.”
“That’s good?” she asked.
“Very good.”
“Will you put it in yourself?”
He watched her closely. “If you want, I can coach you through it, but you have to be careful.”
She shivered. “I want to see you put it in yourself.” Her whisper was rough.
Now he was shivering. Shit. She was going to make him come just telling him all her wonderful dirty thoughts and wishes.
Clamping down on his spiraling need, he sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “Yours,” he said, pointing to the plug still on her chest, “is a classic design. The widest part will stretch you as open almost as much as you’d have to be to take my cock.”
She hummed quietly and he reached down to give his balls a tug. She was killing him.
“We’ll push past that until your muscles lock the cone in your body, and the anchor” —he pointed to the long narrow foot— “will make sure it doesn’t get pulled all the way in.”
Her eyes widened and he lifted his plug. “Mine has the same thing, see?”
She nodded and he waited while she looked her fill. Soon her eyes flicked up to his face. “How long were you and David friends before something happened?”
“Not long. I wanted him right away.” He reached for the lube and popped the cap, taking her return to the story to mean she was ready to proceed. He searched her face for any sign of concern. “We were out one night, a little drunk, riding the high of nerves and flirtation that I wasn’t sure was real or imagined, and we stumbled back to my dorm room to discover my roommate wasn’t there.”
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