“Oh, I see. Hello, Gavin. My, what big muscles you have.” She stroked his chest, and he blew out a breath.
“Ms. York, how can I help you? What are your goals for tonight?” He brushed against her belly, his erection prodding.
God, he was sexy. “Hmm. My goals for tonight?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, plastering her body to his. “A few orgasms. Maybe lifting a ten-pounder. Doing some reps to get buff.”
“Hmm. You like ’em big, yeah?”
She raised a brow. “The bigger the better. I told you before, size matters.”
He chuckled. “So you did.”
“It’s just…I always wanted aboyfriendwith a big cock. And now I apparently have one.” She hadn’t meant to bring that up so soon, but heck, why not?
“Knew thatgirlfriendmention would get in your loop,” he said with satisfaction. “You’re not sure you want to belong to me yet, are you?”
“Belong to you? Like a pet, you mean?” How wrong was it that when he put his hand around her throat, she grew very, very wet between her legs?
“Now hold on a minute, Ms. York.” He ran his other hand up her thigh, dragging up the mid-thigh skirt. “Let’s see if you’re wearing your equipment properly.” He found her bikinis and shook his head. “Sorry, Mistress. This is a no-panty zone.”
He tugged them off, leaving her bottom covered only by the skirt. “And what’s the deal with your top? It’s ugly.”
“Hey.”
“Women don’t work out in sweatshirts. You’ll get all sweaty. You need to go au naturel.” He smiled, a mean grin that had her groaning his name. “Put your arms up.”
“So I guess we really are going right into the sex,” she said, her voice muffled while he drew the sweatshirt over her head. With that gone, her bra soon followed. “Did you like the lace?”
“The what?” He leaned close and sucked a nipple into his mouth before she could argue with him.
“Oh.” Threading her fingers in his hair, she held him close while he played with her breasts. He cupped her, pinching her with excruciating gentleness, which only exacerbated the tiny sting of the tug he gave at the end. She went from hot to cold, not sure how to feel except aroused.
Last night had been about satiating themselves on each other. Tonight, apparently, would be about savoring the experience.
“That’s it. Keep your hands there. Hold me close, Mistress.”
Oddly enough, instead of laughing off the silly pet name, she felt turned on by it. An intimacy he’d given her. And the way he said it made her want to show him just how much of a “mistress” she wanted to be. But she was helpless against her body’s needs. Gavin played her like he owned her. And after so brief a time being sexual with each other, she found that astonishing.
He continued to suck her breasts, drawing forth carnal sparks that ramped her arousal. But those naughty hands of his drove her insane.
“Gavin,” she gasped. “What are you doing?” He kept running his hands up her legs, between her thighs, making her widen her stance. He’d get so close to her sex, then he’d slide his hands back down her legs. Each time he came closer to grazing her clit, sliding the edges of his hands through her wet arousal.
She unconsciously leaned toward him, thrusting her pelvis forward. And he heard her unspoken plea, let her guide his head lower. He dragged her skirt down until she stepped out of it. Then his mouth was there, between her legs, and his tongue found her.
She cried out, engulfed in desire. Those thick fingers of his continued to move up and down her legs, coming close but not close enough.
Until he drew her clit between his lips and teethed her with enough bite to cause painful pleasure to blanch everything white. Just as she reached the pinnacle of her release, he shoved a thick finger inside her.
Zoe clamped down on him as she came, the pleasure so intense she felt ripples of it up and down her spine. And the ecstasy continued, shocking her that it hadn’t ended. Gavin, bless him, continued to lick her up, moaning as he did. He whispered something against her, and she shook, now overwhelmed with sensation.
“Zoe,” he growled. “Turn around.”
“What?” Dazed and just flat-out impressed he had the skill to make her lose herself completely, she let him turn her and braced herself against the wall. He pulled her hips toward him, bending her, and then she felt him there, at the entrance to her slick flesh.
He slid forward, triggering more shocks in her sensitive channel. She moaned, wishing he’d been inside her before when she’d come, so she hadn’t felt so empty. His finger had been good, but not as good as the rest of him.
“Fuck me. You feel so wet. I’m not gonna last.” His breathing grew choppy, his thrusts frenzied as he moved faster, harder. He dug his fingers into her hips, sawing with a brutal pace until he seized and moaned her name, pumping inside her.
Zoe didn’t know why, but having him release in her was a huge turn-on. She had this part of him. Joined even when he’d no longer be there. It was a closeness she’d rarely had with the men in her life. By rights, she shouldn’t be having it with Gavin.
