Page 112 of Bottle Shock
Scottie
BEST ALARM CLOCK I’VE EVER HAD
I’m having the best dream.
I feel amazing.
More than amazing.
Like I’m going to?—
I’m about to come.
That’s when I realize?—
This isn’t a dream. This is real.
My eyes blink open, heavy and blurry with sleep, and I pull the covers off my body to find a man between my legs. A wet mouth on my pussy. A tongue buried inside me. Hands holding my hips. Gavin’s long hair tickling my thighs.
His eyes flick to mine as his tongue drags up.
“Oh,” I breathe, or maybe whimper—I’m not sure.
He watches me, licking languidly, deliciously slow.
My fingers find his hair without thinking, threading through the strands, pulling, needing something to hold onto.
He hums at the contact, and the sound vibrates through me, straight to the coil of heat building low in my belly.
“Gav…” My voice breaks on his name.
His grip on my hips tightens just enough to anchor me, to hold me there, to keep me open for him.
“I—” It comes out shaky. “I’m going to?—”
He nods, mouth still on me, eyes never leaving mine.
Like he wants to see it.
It hits hard, an overwhelming rush of euphoria, my back arching off the mattress, a helpless mangle of sounds falling out of me as my fingers pull on his hair, my thighs tightening around him as the pleasure breaks open and rolls over me.
He holds me through it, not letting me go, not pulling away. He lets me fall apart in his mouth, feasting on my release.
And it’s only when I finally come back down, breathless and still shaking, that he presses one last slow kiss to the inside of my thigh, looking up at me with satisfaction in his gaze.
He sits up, wiping some of the shine off his lips. His hair is mussed, body gloriously naked.
“That’s a damn fine pussy, Mrs. Ledger.”
I giggle, tossing my head back. “Technically, I didn’t change my last name.”
He crawls over top of me, settling his body over mine, arms propped on either side of my head. “Yet,” he corrects before placing a soft kiss to my lips. “You haven’t changed your last name yet.”
Possessive Gavin might just be my favorite. And he’s so fun to tease.
I shrug, attempting to look like I’m giving him attitude, but I can’t contain my smile. “And if I don’t want to?”
In one fell swoop, he flips us, arranging me to straddle him. I can feel the hardness of his cock as it grazes my clit.
