“Wait, no.” Gavin sounds so forlorn.
Feeling like he’s learned his lesson, I move my mouth back down, taking his whole dick in my mouth without warning and sucking.
“Yes.” Gavin clutches the sheets by his hips, twisting them in his fists.
Mouth and hands working in tandem, I stroke his shaft, feeling him writhe more and more as I work.
“I’m about to come,” Gavin says.
I immediately pull my mouth away; I don’t want it to end that soon.
Before he can complain about the loss, I crawl back up his body. I position his penis at my clit and move my hips back and forth on it, rubbing the head of his penis on my clit. I groan as the movement starts the build-up to orgasm.
“Condom,” Gavin manages to get out even though his head is thrown back on my pillows.
Damn, I almost forgot. Good thing I’m on the pill as well.
I get off Gavin, intending to get the condom for him, but he rushes off the bed first and grabs it out of his pants pocket. He has the condom on before he gets back to the bed.
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me onto my back, then flips me over onto my stomach. He pulls me back and positions me on my knees at the edge of the bed, leaving him the perfect height to enter me from behind.
I think Gavin’s tired of not being in charge. I’m about to tease him for it when he slowly pushes into me from behind. He reaches his hand around to play with my clit while he’s thrusting.
He makes a sound of frustration when he can’t reach my clit because of the physics of our position. He taps on my hip, the only warning I get before he flips me back over, still standing in front of me. He enters me again, this time with much easier access to my clit.
He keeps thrusting, and I feel myself getting closer to orgasm. When I do break, Gavin comes right after me.
He gets rid of the condom while I crawl under my covers.
“Lights,” I yell.
Gavin sighs, but for once, decides it would take longer to argue with me about who should do it than just doing it. And he knows he’s going to lose because he’s the one standing.
The lights turn off and a few seconds later the other side of the bed dips.
“You’re staying?” I ask.
Gavin scoots over until he’s snuggling my back. “You wouldn’t be tacky enough to kick me out of your bed after the pleasure I gave you.”
“I faked it,” I say into the pillow. “But you can stay anyway.”
Gavin laughs, making me and the bed shake with the action. “It’s a good thing I have healthy self-confidence.”
“Arrogance,” I say on a yawn.
Gavin kisses my shoulder. “If you say so, Riya.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
There’s nowhere to flee when someone sleeps over in your bed. Especially when they have a hold of one of your boobs.
I could very easily wake Gavin up and tell him to get out, but then I have to talk to him. And he’ll charm me despite my best intentions and I’ll give him anything he wants. Because of all that damn charm.
I slowly reach out to the bedside table for my phone, wondering what time it is. Before I can get to it, Gavin tightens his arm around me, dragging me back in by my boob, and kissing me on the head.
“Morning, Riya.”
“Hi.” Caught. But I’m at least facing away, so his presence is dulled somewhat.
