A wave of arousal drenches my core when he wraps his hand around his girth, using my underwear as he strokes himself from root to tip. “Do you remember me keeping a pair that night?”he asks, referring to when he snuck into my room shortly after we turned eighteen and we almost had sex—the night I’ve been replaying in my mind for years, wondering how we both got so close to letting everything between us finally come to light, then firmly shutting the door.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, his eyes darkening into something untamed as he uses my panties while thrusting into his hand. “I need to taste you,” he growls, and before I can process what’s happening, Gareth’s lying on his stomach between my legs, pushing them open wider.
I’m bare before him, dripping release and arousal, so beyond ready for him I might be embarrassed if it were anyone else.
But it’s not.
It’s Gareth.
My Golden Boy.
His lips clamp around my clit without warning, and a strangled scream leaves me, my lower half trying to come off the bed, but he pins me with his forearm against my stomach, holding me in place as he laps up every drop of liquid escaping me.
He moans, licking me with a long swipe of his tongue before thrusting it inside me.
“Fuck, Gareth, oh my God.”
I feel his smile against my skin as he laps at me, and there’s nothing I can do besides grip the bedding beneath me and submit to the glorious torture he’s inflicting. Warmth spreads throughout my body as he finds his way back to my clit, the tension quickly building again.
Intense, searing pleasure takes over, and I explode against him. My hand flies to his head and I grip his hair tight, which only spurs him to eat me more furiously, like the way I’m grabbing him for dear life is the green light he needs to be rougher.
I like it.
I’m not some delicate little flower who needs tender loving care in the bedroom. I want him to unleash the last eight years of pent-up feelings and desire on me.
And I want him to do it now.
His tongue starts to slow, and I release my hold on his hair, grabbing onto his shoulder to pull him up. Instead, his fingers grip my waist as he continues.
“Stop,” I command, my voice firm. Gareth stops immediately, lifting himself off me with his eyes full of concern.
“Indy—” he starts, his voice already apologetic even though he has no idea why I stopped him.
“Stop,” I repeat. This time when I pull on his bicep, he lets me guide his body where I want it.
Pushing him onto his back, I move to straddle him, sinking myself low enough to drag my pussy against his shaft. We both moan at the contact, despite there still being a layer of clothing between us.
“I want your cock,” I whine, finally shrugging off the jersey. Reaching around, I unclasp my bra next, then toss it to the side. “Take off your pants.”
I press up onto my knees, giving him space to undress. Gareth quickly pushes his pants off, taking his underwear with him. His cock springs free, slapping against my leg.
Goddamn, I knew he was big, but feeling it beneath his clothes and seeing it are two different things.
My pussy flutters at the thought of being stretched around his shaft, the anticipation of the sweet stinging pain igniting heat within me. A flush creeps onto my cheeks—one that Gareth can see.
Pushing my hair from my face, he thrusts his hips upward. “Tell me what you want, Trouble.”
“Did I not make myself clear enough?” I sink my body lower again, this time gliding up and down his bare, velvety shaft.
“You drive me insane,” he growls, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.
I hope he does.
Leaning forward, I capture his lips, claiming them as mine while I reach between us and position the head of his cock against my entrance.
The flames in my core burn hotter.
I rub him up and down me, swirling the crown of him around my clit. Tossing my head back, I let out something between a moan and a whimper.
