Page 145 of Bottle Shock
He works me open with his mouth, slow circles, teasing flicks, long strokes that build and build and build until my thighs tremble around his head.
My breath hitches, my whole body tightening around the sensation.
He pulls back just slightly, enough to look up at me from between my thighs.
As he continues to work his mouth over my pussy, one of his fingers slides further, slicked with lubricant and traces a slow circle over my back entrance, pressing a little more each time until the tip of his finger is inside.
The feeling is different but not unwelcome.
My breath catches, a small, startled sound escaping me as my body tries to understand the newness of it—the slow stretch, the unfamiliar pressure, the way my muscles flutter around his touch. It’s careful. Intentional.
“Breathe,” Gavin murmurs against my inner thigh, his voice hushed and warm, lips brushing my skin.
I exhale shakily.
His hand stays steady, giving me time to adjust as he presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.
“You’re doing so good.”
His mouth reclaims my pussy, tasting, teasing, keeping me pliant as another finger works to join the other.
The stretch is slow and careful as the second finger slips in.
He starts moving them together, gentle pumps, a soft rhythm.
I look down at the moment his tongue flatten over my pussy, his heated stare unwavering.
“When you can take three, then you’ll be ready.”
I inhale sharply.
His cock is a lot bigger than the width of three fingers. But I trust him, with not just my body, but with everything.
Using the same pattern, he works me up to three fingers.
The stretch is deeper this time—fuller—my body fluttering and gripping around him without my permission.A whine claws its way out of my throat, my hips arching into his mouth and his hand at once.
“Fuck, Scottie. You’re stretching like a dream.”
Heat washes over me. Hot and dark, pride blooming low and molten.
His fingers move slower now—long, lazy strokes—letting my body learn him, shape itself around him. His free hand strokes my thigh, soothing where everything else is overwhelming.
“Tell me how it feels,” he says, eyes flicking up to meet mine, mouth still open against my inner thigh.
I swallow hard, breath catching. “I…I feel full. Stretched. But…good. Really good.”
He smiles, watching. “Yeah,” he says, voice gone thick. “Just like that, baby.”
My muscles relax around him, recognizing him, accepting him, and the pleasure begins to roll.
I gasp, fingers twisting in into the mattress. “Gavin, I?—”
His fingers eases out of me, withholding my orgasm.
“You’re going to come on my cock.”
It’s not a question, it’s a demand.
