I shake my head, my heart racing—but not from fear this time.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just?—”
I can’t even finish the sentence. Because I don’t have the words for it. This mix of excitement and nerves and something that feels a lot like freedom.
“I’ve got you,” he says quietly.
Even with the ache of leaving my dad still sitting heavy in my chest I feel something else rising up to meet it. Something brighter and hopeful that feels like the beginning of everything.
We walk into the hotel hand in hand. And we get to the room, the joy, the lust, the excitement, everything takes over. And then his mouth is on mine.
It isn’t gentle. It isn’t sweet. It’s hungry, his lips crash against mine like he’s been starving for this. I gasp, and he takes advantage, his tongue sliding past my lips to tangle with mine. His hand slides into my hair, gripping just tight enough to make me whimper, and I melt into him, my fingers clutching at his shirt.
When he finally pulls back, we are both breathing hard. His forehead rests against mine, his breath hot on my lips. “I can’twait any longer,” he groans as his hands are sliding down to my waist, pulling me closer.
“Then don’t,” I breathe. That is all he needs. I push him to the bed.
I straddle him, my dress hiked up around my hips, my panties already soaked through. His hands are on my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to leave marks. I can feel how hard he is beneath me, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growls, his voice rough with need. His hands slide up to my waist, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of my breasts. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Garrison,” I whine, grinding down against him. “Please.”
He chuckles, low and dark. “Please what, baby?”
I bite my lip, my hips rolling instinctively. “I need you.”
His grip tightens just a little. “You sure about that?”
I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes. Please.”
That is all it takes.
In one swift motion, he flips me onto my back, his body covering mine. His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue invading, claiming. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer. He groans into my mouth, his hips grinding against mine, the friction making me see stars.
His hands are everywhere—squeezing my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me gasp. I arch into his touch, my back bowing off the bed. “Garrison, fuck?—”
“You like that?” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers rolling my nipple between them. “You like it when I play with these pretty little tits?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back. “More. Please.”
He doesn’t make me beg again.
His mouth trails down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone before he latches onto one of my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak, and I can feel the wetness spreading between my legs.
“Garrison,” I whimper, my hips bucking against him. “I need—fuck—I need you inside me.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with lust. “You sure you can handle that, baby?”
I nod frantically. “Yes. God, yes.”
His hands are rough as he yanked my dress up and over my head, tossing it aside. My bra follows, and then his mouth was on my bare skin, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
“Fuck, you taste good,” his free hand sliding down my stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I was soaked, my clit throbbing with need, and when his fingers finally find it, I nearly scream.
“Garrison—oh, fuck?—”
“Shh,” he murmurs against my skin, his fingers circling my clit, slow and teasing. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
