Page 91 of One Good Puck
Gavin digs his thick fingers into the fleshy part of my hips. “What do you mean, sweetness?”
I whimper through a breath. “No way can I be on the verge of coming this fast…”
When I glance down at Gavin, he’s sporting the smuggest grin I’ve ever seen. He thrusts up into me, and I cry out from the spike in pleasure.
“No one makes you come like I do.”
There’s a lilt to his voice that makes me think he’s asking a question, like he wants reassurance. But I don’t miss that cocky look in his eyes. He doesn’t need one bit of reassurance. He knows the answer to that. I’ve made itcrystal clear with how hard and how fast I come with him.
Pressure hikes up my chest. Everything feels tight and on the verge of exploding. My pussy, my muscles, my brain.
My body starts to tremble as the pleasure overflows inside of me. I bounce harder and faster on Gavin’s dick. A moment later, the pleasure crests, and I fall apart.
I come screaming and bouncing on his cock. I fall forward, losing all control of my body, but Gavin props me up with his strong arms. My entire body tenses with the intensity of this orgasm. Then, a minute later, when I start to come down, I feel light and gooey. I’m a puddle of post-climax joy.
Underneath me, Gavin tenses. He lets out a grunt, then relaxes. He lowers me to his chest and wraps his arms around me.
We stay like that, wrapped in each other, for what feels like minutes.
After a while, my phone buzzes. I close my eyes, planning to ignore it. But then it buzzes again. Not a phone call, but a string of texts.
“I should probably get that,” I say, the disappointment clear in my tired voice.
Gavin kisses the top of my head. I’m warm all over at the sweetness of that move—how he can be bossy and filthy one minute and tender the next. I can’t get over how much I love it.
I ease off of him and he kisses me quickly before sliding off the bed and walking to my dress, which is in a rumpled pile on his bedroom floor. He digs my phone out of the pocket and hands it to me, then pads to the bathroom.
I look at my screen and see a handful of texts from the mother of Emma’s friend who’s hosting the sleepover.
Hey, Abby. So sorry to text you so early, but Emma threw up this morning. I think she caught a stomach bug. Would you be able to come pick her up a little early?
I sigh and type a reply.
Absolutely. I’m on my way.
“Everything okay?” Gavin asks from the doorway leading into the master bathroom.
My eyes go wide at how insanely sexy he looks right now. He’s backlit by the sunlight filtering in through the bathroom window. The muscles in his chest, arms, legs, and shoulders look so defined. The contrast makes him look like a Greek god emerging from the heavens.
I swallow back the drool in my mouth. “Emma caught a stomach bug. I have to go pick her up.”
His eyebrows knit in concern. “Shoot, sorry to hear that.”
“It was bound to happen. Kids her age exchange germs like high-fives.”
He sighs. “I remember those days.”
I stand up and grab my dress, then slide it over me. I fidget with the fabric at the front. “So, um, this was fun.”
He flashes an easy smile. “It was.”
I’m quiet for a second. Should I just leave it at that? We already agreed on the terms of our hookup last night…do I need to rehash it? Would that be overkill? It feels wrong to just walk out of the room without acknowledging what went down between us though.
“You’re still cool with everything? With everything going back to normal between us?” I ask, my voice on the edge of squeaky due to my nerves.
That unbothered smile remains. “Yeah. We’re all good. Back to being friends.”
I’m relieved at how cool he is about all this…but part of me wonders if he feels even a little disappointed that this isn’t more, like I feel.
