“You better,” I croak. He gives me a crooked grin and slowly pulls back out. It takes a few slow thrusts before the pain morphs into pleasure. Gavin braces one hand on the back of my thigh and pushes it toward the bed. The move makes him rub against my prostate. “Goddamn.”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” He adjusts his hips, and my back bows off the bed. “How long I’ve wanted to see that look on your face because I made you feel so fucking good?”
“You’re really fucking cocky,” I pant. He pulls back and slams inside me, making me whimper.
“I am,” he taunts, leaning down and sucking on my neck. “But I can back it up. You know how I know? That look on your face, those noises leaving your mouth, and your cock leaking everywhere just from my dick deep inside you.” Gavin reaches between us and wraps a hand around me, stroking. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“Do you need an ego stroke, Princess?”
Gavin sits back on his knees, locks his hand around my throat, and squeezes. The breath whooshes from my lungs, and my cock jumps on my stomach. He starts hammering his hips to the point that it’s almost painful, but my body reacts in the bestway. Goosebumps pop on my skin, my eyes roll back in my head, and my cock starts twitching. “Tell me.”
“You feel so goddamn good.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Fuck,” I moan when he hits that spot over and over again. “Yes.”
“Stroke your cock for me.” I wrap my hand around it in a tight fist, stroking hard. “Look at me when you come.”
Keeping my eyes locked on him, I move faster and feel my release barreling toward the finish line. Gavin’s thrusts don’t let up, and I start coming all over my chest. “Gavin,” I moan.
Never missing a beat, Gavin pushes my knees further apart, and I feel him swell inside me. He lets my legs go, and his hands slap beside my head. “Good boy,” he groans as he comes.
“You asshole,” I rasp, and he collapses against my chest with a chuckle.
“You don’t like being my good boy? Because I can point out so many things to determine that’s a lie.” Gavin gently lets his cock slip from inside me and rolls to his side, pulling me with him. He kisses me slowly and then pulls me closer against his chest. “That was amazing.”
“It was,” I admit, even though he’s being an ass.
Gavin gets that worried look on his face again and rubs his hand across my ass. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to fuck you that hard.”
“Did I stab you?” He pulls back to look at my face. “If you hurt me, I would have stabbed you. Will you quit worrying? I liked it.” Gavin rolls from the bed and pulls me to my feet. “What are you doing?”
“I need to clean you up.” He grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward his bathroom.
“I can shower myself,” I laugh.
“I want to do it.” Gavin pulls me the rest of the way into the bathroom and shuts the door behind us. He turns the shower on and guides me inside with him.
Without a word, he picks up the body wash, squirts it into his palm, and washes my body slowly. When he gets to my sore ass, he gently washes it. I can feel things changing between us, and for once, it doesn’t scare me.
I’m ready for whatever he wants, whenever he’s ready.
25
ARI
Things I didn’t plan on seeing today are Gavin and Tyler dry-humping in the kitchen. Tyler’s sitting on the counter with Gavin between his legs. Their lips are locked together, and their hips are rolling. I look at Jason standing wide-eyed beside me and clear my throat. All three of them turn to look at me.
“I’m sure there are other places you guys can do this,” I say, walking into the kitchen.
“I say right here is just fine,” Jason comments and smiles at me when I whip to look at him. “I don’t mind watching.”
Tyler pumps his fist in the air. “Jason’s a freak. I love it. You want to join us?”
Gavin rubs against Tyler again, making Tyler groan. “Come on. There’s plenty of room.”
Jason’s face goes beet red, and I laugh. “What’s the matter, Sweet cheeks?” I step behind and wrap my arms around his waist. I march him forward until we’re standing beside Gavin and Tyler. “It does look inviting.”