Changing the Game
Page 29Dear God, she had goose bumps.
She felt . . . worshipped.
He left her only long enough to strip off his clothes, then came back to the bed and sat. He dragged her to a sitting position on his lap, his cock hard as he pulled her on top of him. She wound her legs around him, and his cock naturally fit right where her pussy was—how convenient was that?
“Slide on me. Fuck me,” he said, his voice raspy and hoarse, as if he’d been holding back and just couldn’t anymore.
She liked that, didn’t want to be the only one on the brink.
She put her hands on his shoulders and slid onto his cock, watching it disappear inside her inch by inch.
It was always at this moment that she stilled. That moment when he was all the way inside her, thickening, pulsing, right before he started to move within her. Every nerve ending was completely in tune with his, and she could come right now. But she calmed her body, forced it to wait for the big moment, because it was going to be even better if she just had the patience to wait it out.
And then he began to move, and so did she. He moved backward and she slid forward, a seesaw of thrust and slide. His hand was on her ass and she held on to his shoulders as they fucked in tandem, a perfect rhythm. She watched where they were connected, leaning back far enough to see his cock slide in and out of her. A voyeur’s view of fucking—of them fucking, which only ratcheted up the sensations.
And when she lifted her gaze to his, saw the lines of tension on his face, the focus and the hunger that matched hers, she dug her nails into his shoulders and rocked forward with a furious thrust, slamming her body onto his cock. His gaze narrowed, and he pushed back against her, driving into her deeply, giving back what she’d given him. She gasped, leaned back, and he powered into her again, harder this time.
She dug her heels into his buttocks, then reached down and rubbed her clit.
“Fuck,” he said, watching as she got herself off.
She felt the tightening, the pulses that thundered through every nerve ending, and knew she was going to come.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, come on me.”
“Oh, Gavin,” she whimpered, then fell, her orgasm squeezing his cock with waves of pleasure that catapulted her into waves of ecstasy. He took her mouth as he drove deep inside her, and she savored the moment of her climax with his lips on hers and the depth of emotion that carried her to a place she’d never been before, to a wholeness she’d never felt with any other man.
After, he held her, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in each other as if neither one of them wanted to let go.
He kissed her shoulder and her neck, nibbled on her ear, which made her laugh.
“I’m hungry,” he finally said.
“How about pizza?”
He leaned back. “You’re cooking me pizza?”
“Ha. Fat chance. I’m ordering pizza.”
They dressed and went downstairs, ordered pizza and ate. Halfway through the meal Elizabeth remembered the flowers Gavin had brought her. She jumped up and grabbed them from the entryway and brought them into the kitchen where they were sitting.
“They’re really lovely, Gavin. Thank you for these.”
“You’re welcome.”
She dragged a crystal vase down from on top of the refrigerator and put the flowers in water, then set them on top of her kitchen table.
GAVIN LIKED WATCHING ELIZABETH AT HOME. HE’D been here a couple of times for client parties, but she’d been “on” then. Now she was relaxed, wasn’t entertaining clients.
They finished the pizza and moved into the living room.
She had an enormous condo, and as they settled on the couch, Gavin remembered his surprise the first time he’d seen her big-screen television and several game consoles.
“Drink?” she asked.
She went over to the bar on one of the side walls and fixed him a drink, refilled her wine from the wine bar in there, then brought both over, sliding her game remote to the side.
“Playing Major League Baseball on your Xbox?”
She gave him a shrug. “PlayStation has a better game, actually. And I like to see what’s out there and where my players are being showcased.”
He grabbed a seat and picked up a controller. “Bullshit. You’re a competitive bitch and you like to win.”
She laughed. “You know way too much about me.”
In no time at all they were deep in a game, nudging each other and calling out obscenities when one would get a hit or score a run.
Elizabeth was laughing so hard she struck out—twice.
“Dammit. You’re deliberately sabotaging my game.”
“Not my fault you suck at baseball.”
She kicked him. “I do not suck at baseball. I’ll have you know my team has gone to the World Series three times.”
“Obviously, you cheat.”
She lifted her chin. “I never cheat. I’m just that good.”
He tossed the controller on the table and went after her. She shrieked and tried to get away, but he grabbed her and threw her facedown on the sofa, covering her body with his. “That good, huh?”
She let her controller drop to the ground. “Mmm hmmm. That good.”
“Show me how good you are.”
“Tell me what you want.”
His body covering hers, all hard muscle yet not overpowering, caused her nipples to pucker, especially when she felt his cock begin to harden against her butt.
She was that easy to arouse. Her pussy dampened at the thought of Gavin taking her like this on her sofa. Right now.
“Anything?”
Oh, God. Yes. “Anything.”
He jerked her dress up. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on.
“What if I want to fuck your ass, Elizabeth?”
Her clit quivered. She rubbed it against the couch.
“Does that excite you?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
“No.”
She’d give him anything.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
She could hardly breathe. Excitement drilled her, aroused her, made her want to rub her clit right now and come. “Yes. Fuck it.”
“Where’s your lube?”
“Upstairs. Left-side drawer.”
“I’ll be right back. Get on your knees on the floor.”
While he was gone, she slid onto the floor and spread her legs, waiting, her heart pounding in anticipation. She slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, unable to resist slipping two fingers inside her pussy to fuck herself.
God, she was so turned on just thinking of Gavin pumping his cock in her ass she could come in a minute or two.
Gavin came down the stairs and stood there, watching her.
“God, you’re beautiful. Are you fucking yourself?”
“Yes. I couldn’t wait.”
“Don’t come yet. Not until I’m in your ass.”
“Hurry.”
He moved behind her and dropped his pants. She kept up the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, the tension and excitement mounting.
Gavin spread her ass cheeks and applied lube over her anus, then rubbed his fingers back and forth over her hole, teasing her, sliding a finger partially inside her. The pressure was intense, exciting, and nothing like what she expected. She wanted him to fuck her.
“Gavin. That feels so good.”
“I’m going to make you come hard tonight with my cock in your ass.”
She shuddered and bent all the way over. “Shove your finger inside me. All the way. Let me feel it.”
He slid his finger in, and she convulsed, pulled her own fingers out of her pussy. It would have been so easy to come right then. The sensation of having his finger in her ass and her fingers in her pussy was tremendous.
Double fucked. She wanted to be double fucked. Her fingers and his cock.
She was going to come so hard.
“Do it. Fuck me. Now.”
He poured more lube on her ass, then she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. Gavin leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.
“I’ll go slow and easy. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop. You control this, okay?”
“Yes.”
She felt his cock head at the entrance to her anus. He probed, pushed past the muscled entrance. It burned, but oh, it was a sweet burn as she continued to lightly rub her fingers over her clit. She took some of the lube that had dripped down her pussy and swiped it over the tortured nub, taking herself right to the edge again. And as he pushed his cock inside her, she shoved her fingers in her pussy again.
She felt him pulse as he stilled, letting her get used to his thickness. But she wanted to feel him move inside her.
“Your ass is so tight, Elizabeth. It’s squeezing my cock. Do you know how good it’s going to be when we both come?”
She strummed her clit faster, fucked her pussy with three fingers. She was moaning, sweating, out of her mind with a primal hunger that left her senseless. She’d never felt so full before. His cock was thick and hot in her ass as he eased in and out, thrusting against her with a gentle rhythm.
But as her orgasm tunneled ever closer, she didn’t want slow and easy.
“Harder. Fuck me hard, Gavin. Make it hurt.”
“You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes! Now fuck me and come in me.”
He reared back and slammed his cock into her ass. She screamed and thrust her fingers deep into her pussy and drove the heel of her hand against her clit. As he glued his hips against her buttocks, she felt her oncoming climax and bucked back against him.
“I’m coming, Gavin.”
“And I’m going to come in your ass right . . . now.”
He powered his cock inside her and then burst, yelling out with his orgasm. She tilted her head back and cried out as she climaxed, convulsing on his cock as they both came apart at the same time, both of them shuddering against each other.
It was wild, out of control, nearly unbearable in its intimacy as he took her to a place she’d never been, the sensations jackknifing through her like fire searing every nerve ending. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe as she collapsed in utter exhaustion.
It had been an amazing experience being this close to him, giving him something she’d never given another man. And he’d been right there with her the entire time—holding her, kissing her, his hands all over her body.
And now that it was over, Gavin leaned over and kissed her back, withdrew, then lifted her up as if she were a weightless feather. He carried her upstairs and deposited her in the bathroom and turned the shower on. He was so tender with her, washing every inch of her body, then helping to dry her off. She put on a T-shirt and panties, and they climbed into bed and watched a movie together. When she woke, it was one in the morning, and Gavin was sprawled on his stomach, one foot hanging off the bed.
She wanted him in her bed every night.
Every night forever.
Why couldn’t she just tell him that? Why couldn’t she tell him she loved him?
She knew why. Because things were light and fun between them right now. Oh, sure, he told her he missed her, and he did spend all his time with her. And as far as she knew, he wasn’t seeing anyone else.
But love? That was a whole different animal.
And permanence? She just didn’t see it between her and Gavin.
She snuggled up against him, and he rolled over onto his side and pulled her against him, wrapping his arm around her.
They belonged together. She knew it.
But did he?
She was too afraid to ask him.
Sometimes it was best to not say anything at all.
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