Page 59 of The Bodyguard
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SABRINA
The Next Morning
Garrett Pine was in my bed. Or, more accurately, I was in Garrett Pine’s bed. A place I had dreamed of for years. I figured this was probably going to mess me up when whatever we were doing was over, so I decided to just live in the moment and memorize every detail.
The scruff of his jaw, the way his arm was thrown back over his head. The way he half snored. The smattering of dark hair all along his chest and down his stomach. I couldn’t see beyond that because the sheet was covering him, but the sheet was…shall we say…looking for some relief from the pressure of what was beneath it.
I was still in my nightie. I had put my panties back on when I fed Romeo and it hadn’t felt right to take them off again when I returned to bed. Like it would be too much of an invitation for Garrett to pleasure me.
And I didn’t know why, but I had this feeling that whatever path this took us down, messing around with each other, Garrett needed to be the one to lead. Not because he was the man, but because in many ways he was the reluctant party. Like he didn’t really want to do this, but he either couldn’t stop himself or was making the decision to put my needs first.
But inviting him to touch me was very different than wanting to touch him.
I did. I did want to touch him.
I glanced up at his face and saw that he was still asleep. I thought of what he’d said last night. This wasn’t about a thank-you or a tit for tat. This was this feeling inside me that I wanted to give to him. Pleasure. Release.
I slid my hand under the sheet and rested it above his stomach. The snorting noises coming from his nose stopped and the sheet tented even further. I tugged it off his body and saw his erection pressing against his loose cotton pants.
It called to me. Without thinking too much about it, I slipped my hand inside the band on his pants and found him. He was heavy and warm and so ridiculously hard. I squirmed a little, rubbing my pussy against the bed and loving the tingles that shot through my body.
I thought back to when I’d first discovered what an orgasm was. The summer going into my freshman year. Playing out all the fantasies I had about Garrett now that we would be in the same school together. I used to hump the mattress for a bit while I thought of him in his football uniform, and that was all it took.
Funny. It was around the time that’d I forced myself to stop thinking about Garrett that I stopped making myself come. It was like the fantasy had been more fun than the physical release. Once the fantasy was gone, it didn’t seem worth the work.
Now I was inching down the bed, my hand full of his thick cock, and I thought all it would take might be a few humps…but this was about giving to him, wasn’t it?
I let go of his cock and got up on my knees next to him. I didn’t look at his face. I didn’t want to know if he was awake or not. His body was awake and that was all that mattered.
I took his dick myin hand again and bent over him, just licking the crown. Like the rest of him it was warm and smelled like him. I licked it again and I thought how much I liked it. No pressure. No hand in my hair directing me where to go. Just me exploring his erection, pumping it in my hand until finally I took the crown entirely into my mouth.
That’s when I knew he was awake.
“Fuck that feels good, Brin.”
I lifted my head, but it was like trying to pull myself away from an ice-cream cone. Once you started licking it was hard to stop. “Does it? I only did it that one time and he said…”
“You ever mention that prick in front of me again and I’ll get pissed. You’re in my bed. That’s my cock you’re sucking. Talking about some other guy right now isn’t cool.”
I nodded. He was right. This should just be between us. I leaned over him again and continued in my exploration. Dipping my tongue into the tip where it was a little wet already. Salty warmth. Taking him then as deep as I could go, and then further because he was groaning like a man tortured.
Giving felt delicious. Giving felt empowering.
But it also made me feel needy. Like now I knew what it meant to have his girth inside my mouth, on my tongue, Ineededhim in my body.
I pulled away and looked at him then. His face was red and tight. “Garrett, I want to…can we…can you come inside me?”
His nostrils flared. His hand dipped under the pillow behind his head and he extracted a condom.
“Please tell me that’s not from when this was your room.”
“I brought it back when I got the cat formula, just in case this happened,” he growled. He ripped it open with this teeth and, with one hand, slid it down his erection. “Come on up here and straddle me, babe.”
I shimmied out of my panties first, then did what he asked. I wasn’t really certain what to do next, but I didn’t have to know. He kept me perched over him, my sex above his, my hands braced on his shoulders. Then he brought his hand to my pussy and started to slowly insert his finger. In and out. In and out. Until I started pressing down when he thrust up.
“Hmmmm. Ohhhhhh. Garrett! Please. This is good. This good. Good. Good.”
