The VIP Doubles Down
Page 34
“Ah, Allie.”
She kept going down to run her fingers along the hard ridge of his erection. She stroked it twice, and then he rolled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his zipper, pushing his trousers and briefs off. She reached for his cock again, but he brushed her hands away, unbuttoning her pants and working them over her hips. She hooked her fingers in her black lace panties and got them to her knees before he took over to drag everything off.
As he shifted back up, he trailed his fingers along her thigh to brush through the hair at the V of her legs, the featherlight touch so close to her yearning that it sent a shudder through her.
“Flame-haired here, too,” he said, his eyes like green glass lit from within. He slid one finger down into the wet heat, finding her swollen clit and nearly making her explode right then.
She opened her thighs to him as he slipped his finger into her aching hollow while his thumb massaged her sensitive spot. Arousal coiled tighter and tighter at every stroke. Her hips bucked against his hand when he added a second finger inside her, stretching and filling her so the pressure built to an almost unbearable point. He flicked his thumb, and she clamped her thighs around his wrist as her internal muscles convulsed and released into a burst of red-hot climax. She dug her heels into the mattress as he drove his fingers deeper so her body clenched and exploded again and again.
As the aftershocks diminished, she relaxed back down onto the quilt and opened her eyes. Gavin slipped his hand from between her thighs and propped himself on his elbow to look down at her before he put his fingers in his mouth. As he sucked her taste from his skin, his eyes burned hotter. When he used his doubly wet fingertip to trace a spiral lower and lower on her belly, she whimpered with pleasure and exhaustion.
“No rush,” he said, the circling gentle but relentless. “I just want to touch.”
She felt her hips rock in rhythm with his caress and groaned. “How is that possible?”
“What?” He splayed his fingers over her abdomen, one just grazing her hair down there.
“That I can be aroused again so soon.”
He smiled in a way that sent arrows of heat streaking through her, then slipped his hand around her hip to wedge it between her and the quilt, kneading the fleshy curve of her bottom. The motion of his fingers made her moan and roll into him, lifting her knee up over his thigh so his erection slid against her wet center.
“Allie,” he rasped, the tendons of his neck standing out. “You can’t be ready yet.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” She rocked her hips to stroke his cock.
“Condom,” he ground out, reaching around her to grab the envelope he’d tossed on the bed as he stripped out of his clothes.
“Allow me.” She took the foil packet out of his hand and tore it open, fitting the condom onto him and then stroking it slowly and sensually down over his erection.
“And that’s where I was imagining your fingers the whole time you were massaging my back.”
“So the therapist-patient relationship wasn’t working for either of us.” She danced her fingertips over his balls just to tease him.
“But this new relationship suits me just fine.” He pulled her knee higher so it rested on his hip and then guided himself into her with a single, strong thrust. They both let out long, inarticulate sounds of satisfaction as he seated himself within her.
“I like this even better than your hand,” she said with a gasp.
He angled his forearm along the underside of her thigh and gripped her bottom to hold her in place while he flexed his hips to go deeper. For a moment he remained still so she could feel his heart pounding against her, hear his breath rasping in his throat, and look into the green depths of his eyes. It was a strange, profound moment of connection.
His grip tightened and he began to move, his pace slow but building, ratcheting the tension in her body a turn tighter each time he drove in. As sensation piled on sensation, she could no longer hold his gaze, letting her eyelids flutter closed to savor the feel of him filling the yearning inside her. He whispered her name, telling her how good it felt for him, how beautiful she was. And then his breath came in pants as he lost control, bringing them both to the edge with fast, powerful strokes. He came with a shout, pulsing hard inside her, his grip like steel on her buttock.
She shifted to bring her clit against the wiry hair at the base of his cock and ignited her own orgasm, her pelvis pushing into his as she shuddered into glorious release.
He loosened his hold on her behind, smoothing his palm over her skin as though to erase the feel of his fingers digging into her. Then he slipped out of her, sending more tremors rippling through her and dragging a long sigh from her throat. She heard the swish of a tissue being pulled from the box and knew he was removing the condom before he pivoted back and gathered her against him. She snuggled into his neck, inhaling the scent of clean, sweaty, satisfied male as the heat of his body enveloped her.
“Gavin.”
“Allie?” His voice was a rumble in her ear.
“Nothing. I just like your name.”
“Your name is not the thing I like most about you at this moment.” She could hear a smile in his voice, but when she felt the brush of his lips against her hair, tears prickled behind her eyelids.
To counteract her stupid reaction, she fished. “Which thing do you like most about me?”
“That would be hard to choose. I think it’s your entire lovely naked body wrapped around me.” He paused. “But you are focused on my name.”
“It’s the sum of all your parts.”
He laughed, creating a veritable earthquake in his chest. “Cleverly done, Ms. Nichols. I must remember that line.”
She smiled, gratified that a world-famous author would want to use something she said. “When you hang around a writer, you get inspired.”
The muscles of his chest moved against her breasts as he pulled the edge of the quilt up to wrap it around them. “The inspiration goes both ways.”
“Really? Have you started writing again?” Hope glowed in her chest as she tried to pull her head back to see his face. But he held her tucked into him.
“Not quite there yet, but ideas are beginning to flicker in the formerly blank void of my brain.”
“That must be a relief.”
His arms tightened around her. “Beyond measure.” She felt his lips on her hair again. “And I credit you.”
She kept going down to run her fingers along the hard ridge of his erection. She stroked it twice, and then he rolled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his zipper, pushing his trousers and briefs off. She reached for his cock again, but he brushed her hands away, unbuttoning her pants and working them over her hips. She hooked her fingers in her black lace panties and got them to her knees before he took over to drag everything off.
As he shifted back up, he trailed his fingers along her thigh to brush through the hair at the V of her legs, the featherlight touch so close to her yearning that it sent a shudder through her.
“Flame-haired here, too,” he said, his eyes like green glass lit from within. He slid one finger down into the wet heat, finding her swollen clit and nearly making her explode right then.
She opened her thighs to him as he slipped his finger into her aching hollow while his thumb massaged her sensitive spot. Arousal coiled tighter and tighter at every stroke. Her hips bucked against his hand when he added a second finger inside her, stretching and filling her so the pressure built to an almost unbearable point. He flicked his thumb, and she clamped her thighs around his wrist as her internal muscles convulsed and released into a burst of red-hot climax. She dug her heels into the mattress as he drove his fingers deeper so her body clenched and exploded again and again.
As the aftershocks diminished, she relaxed back down onto the quilt and opened her eyes. Gavin slipped his hand from between her thighs and propped himself on his elbow to look down at her before he put his fingers in his mouth. As he sucked her taste from his skin, his eyes burned hotter. When he used his doubly wet fingertip to trace a spiral lower and lower on her belly, she whimpered with pleasure and exhaustion.
“No rush,” he said, the circling gentle but relentless. “I just want to touch.”
She felt her hips rock in rhythm with his caress and groaned. “How is that possible?”
“What?” He splayed his fingers over her abdomen, one just grazing her hair down there.
“That I can be aroused again so soon.”
He smiled in a way that sent arrows of heat streaking through her, then slipped his hand around her hip to wedge it between her and the quilt, kneading the fleshy curve of her bottom. The motion of his fingers made her moan and roll into him, lifting her knee up over his thigh so his erection slid against her wet center.
“Allie,” he rasped, the tendons of his neck standing out. “You can’t be ready yet.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” She rocked her hips to stroke his cock.
“Condom,” he ground out, reaching around her to grab the envelope he’d tossed on the bed as he stripped out of his clothes.
“Allow me.” She took the foil packet out of his hand and tore it open, fitting the condom onto him and then stroking it slowly and sensually down over his erection.
“And that’s where I was imagining your fingers the whole time you were massaging my back.”
“So the therapist-patient relationship wasn’t working for either of us.” She danced her fingertips over his balls just to tease him.
“But this new relationship suits me just fine.” He pulled her knee higher so it rested on his hip and then guided himself into her with a single, strong thrust. They both let out long, inarticulate sounds of satisfaction as he seated himself within her.
“I like this even better than your hand,” she said with a gasp.
He angled his forearm along the underside of her thigh and gripped her bottom to hold her in place while he flexed his hips to go deeper. For a moment he remained still so she could feel his heart pounding against her, hear his breath rasping in his throat, and look into the green depths of his eyes. It was a strange, profound moment of connection.
His grip tightened and he began to move, his pace slow but building, ratcheting the tension in her body a turn tighter each time he drove in. As sensation piled on sensation, she could no longer hold his gaze, letting her eyelids flutter closed to savor the feel of him filling the yearning inside her. He whispered her name, telling her how good it felt for him, how beautiful she was. And then his breath came in pants as he lost control, bringing them both to the edge with fast, powerful strokes. He came with a shout, pulsing hard inside her, his grip like steel on her buttock.
She shifted to bring her clit against the wiry hair at the base of his cock and ignited her own orgasm, her pelvis pushing into his as she shuddered into glorious release.
He loosened his hold on her behind, smoothing his palm over her skin as though to erase the feel of his fingers digging into her. Then he slipped out of her, sending more tremors rippling through her and dragging a long sigh from her throat. She heard the swish of a tissue being pulled from the box and knew he was removing the condom before he pivoted back and gathered her against him. She snuggled into his neck, inhaling the scent of clean, sweaty, satisfied male as the heat of his body enveloped her.
“Gavin.”
“Allie?” His voice was a rumble in her ear.
“Nothing. I just like your name.”
“Your name is not the thing I like most about you at this moment.” She could hear a smile in his voice, but when she felt the brush of his lips against her hair, tears prickled behind her eyelids.
To counteract her stupid reaction, she fished. “Which thing do you like most about me?”
“That would be hard to choose. I think it’s your entire lovely naked body wrapped around me.” He paused. “But you are focused on my name.”
“It’s the sum of all your parts.”
He laughed, creating a veritable earthquake in his chest. “Cleverly done, Ms. Nichols. I must remember that line.”
She smiled, gratified that a world-famous author would want to use something she said. “When you hang around a writer, you get inspired.”
The muscles of his chest moved against her breasts as he pulled the edge of the quilt up to wrap it around them. “The inspiration goes both ways.”
“Really? Have you started writing again?” Hope glowed in her chest as she tried to pull her head back to see his face. But he held her tucked into him.
“Not quite there yet, but ideas are beginning to flicker in the formerly blank void of my brain.”
“That must be a relief.”
His arms tightened around her. “Beyond measure.” She felt his lips on her hair again. “And I credit you.”
