“Allie, you were better than good. Your voice is beautiful, but it’s got this edge to it that…I don’t know. It makes you stand out from the crowd.” He shook his head as if to clear it, a disbelieving smile on his lips, and pulled me into his embrace again. “And damn, the way you commanded that stage…it was effortless.That’sstar power. Trust me, I would know.”
The couple of drinks I’d downed before my open-mic slot, my attempt at some liquid courage, must have been getting to my head. Because all these sweet words Gavin was saying mademe kind of want to kiss him on the mouth, no matter how bad an idea that would be. As he kept a hold on me, his big hands smoothing over my hair, down my back, finding any way to stay connected to me, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderful it felt to be held by a man for the first time in years. A kind of safety and comfort I couldn’t replicate any other way, with an unexpected touch of sensuality too. Maybe just because it had been so long. And the memories of that Vegas night five years ago were threatening to resurface in my brain, driving me to horny madness.
Instead of breaking Gavin’s hold on me and instituting some distance between us, I wrapped my arms around his slim waist. Swept up in the rightness of the sensation, I tucked my head further against his chest and breathed in his scent too. Greedy. He was wearing cologne, and I could have guessed it was something expensive even if I didn’t know he was rich—it wasn’t the usual overpowering musk of most men’s fragrances, especially the cheap ones. It was unique, somehow perfectly Gavin, the notes of it clean and sweet, but still with a distinctly masculine spice underneath that kind of made me want to lick him.
As if reading my thoughts, Gavin pressed me closer to him, our bodies flush against one another. My thighs rubbed against him, my short skirt riding up a little scandalously, but I didn’t care. Not wanting to break the bodily contact butneedingto look at him, I leaned back in Gavin’s arms, craning my neck to see that his face had gone quiet and intense. Those dark eyes were like burning coals staring into mine, and I didn’t think I was imagining the hot male hardness I felt starting to press against my belly. It made my own insides do a little excited flip, and my sudden arousal escaped from my lips in a surprised breath.
Gavin’s gaze fell to my mouth at the sound, and if there was a sweet, sexy kind of tension in the air before, now it had ratchetedup to nuclear levels of lust. On an impulse, some semblance of the old me infusing this moment, I tilted my head back. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I went up on my toes to meet his mouth with mine.
I was worried for a second he wouldn’t kiss me back. Worse, that he’d pull away, look at me with disgust and rage, like at the coffee shop when he clearly thought I was going to ask him for money. But all my fears were soothed, my hopes honored, when he pressed further into me and kissed me with a passion that melted me molten. In seconds, I was wrapped in his arms like a vise grip, my body and his molding together, a perfect fit that seemed to echo that night five years prior. He was definitely growing hard against me now, and that solid protrusion ratcheted up my own desire. I was breathless when the kiss broke, and speechless when Gavin breathed in my ear, “Follow me.”
I didn’t hesitate to oblige. He took my hand in his larger one and led me down a narrow hallway at the back of the bar, one dark enough that I hadn’t noticed it before. We passed a couple of reclusive types on the way to a door I saw was marked as an all-gender bathroom, and when Gavin pulled me through the door behind him and locked us inside together, I couldn’t help the thrilled, wicked grin that graced my lips.
“Where were we?” Gavin breathed, his gaze dark with wicked intent, and in seconds, before I could answer his clearly rhetorical question, he had my lips parting for his tongue again, my back pressed against the bathroom door. His sensual confidence permeated my brain, flashing me back to the memories of Vegas in a way that added to the drugging allure of the moment. It was all I could do to reciprocate, to let my hands slide up his chest, then snake around his neck. I couldn’t resist tangling my hands in his hair, those perfect curls that had tempted me since…well, since Vegas. They were soft, so softthat the lovely sensation of touching them only heightened my need.
I never wanted this to stop. I wantedmore. Wrapping one leg around his waist, I hooked my foot for purchase and thrust myself forward until the head of his hard, still-clothed cock was pressed against my soaked panties. The two of us groaned together when I ground my hips against him, chasing that perfect friction.
“Christ, Allie, I need to be inside you,” Gavin bit out as he ducked his head against my neck. His teeth clamped possessively on the space where my neck met my shoulder, and I whimpered. “Please, don’t tell me no.”
As if I could ever deny myself the bliss of a repeat tryst with Gavin Ratliff. Just the memory of his erection pounding into me had sustained me for years, my poor vibrator not a good enough stand-in for him or the other two men who completed the scene of my hottest ever hookup. In answer, I pulled my leg off him, which at first he thought was a rebuke. But he quickly got the message when I reached for my panties and slid them off under my skirt, kicking them across the small bathroom with my heel.
It turned him near feral to know that I was bare and dripping underneath my dress. Not wasting another second, Gavin pulled my thigh up around his waist again and kissed my neck as his fingers found their way between us, between my thighs. He reached my throbbing, slick clit with the expertise of someone who did this kind of thing all the time, and that first touch was a shockwave.
“Yes,” I hissed out when he started to rub me in a slow, tantalizing circle. “More.” My hips followed his rhythm, grinding up into him, and it was hot as hell how he didn’t seem to mind that my wetness was spreading across the front of his pants. He sucked my tender collarbone skin as if trying to leave a mark,and then his hand slid further down so that one of his long, thick fingers could find its way inside me.
The intrusion was good enough to make me moan aloud, not caring if the people we’d passed on the way to the bathroom could hear and guess exactly what was happening behind the locked door. But Gavin had more in mind, and I had to stifle a near scream when his thumb deftly found my clit again. Started up that same slow, teasing rhythm while his long finger pumped in and out of me.
It was effortless, how quickly he made me come apart. Strong fingers, a delicious pace, just the right amount of pressure—all coupled with his wicked mouth tasting my throat, my ear lobe, my pulse point. I couldn’t resist when my inner muscles started to spasm, and I cried out again as I rode his hand shamelessly through the seismic quakes of my orgasm. The first orgasm someone else had given me in five years, and somehow, it was worth the wait.
Gavin didn’t give me any room to recover though. My nerves still blazing, in one swift motion, he slid his hand out from between my legs and up to his mouth, sucking my wetness into his waiting lips like I was a delectable treat. I watched him through the haze of lust as he grinned.
“Fuck, Allie, there’s no better taste. I could get on my knees right now and lick up every drop of you.”
Oh,fuck, that sounded good. And I knew his mouth, that quick wit he wielded like a sword, would translate to him knowing exactly how to eat me. But my pussy was desperate for more, dying to be filled up by his thick, long cock. I let my hand do the talking, reaching for his fly and tugging it down in hopes of releasing the turgid flesh from his pants as soon as possible. Then, because I could feel that he wanted me to say it, I echoed his own earlier words: “I want you inside me.”
Gavin swore under his breath, then dipped his head in for another hard, drugging kiss. It was so erotic, tasting myself on his tongue, knowing he would be inside me soon, that I almost could have come again just from that. His hand came up to free my breasts from my dress, pulling the top down in a quick jerk that felt particularly naughty. I hadn’t worn a bra, and he pulled back to drink in the sight of my bare nipples before he let one hand close over the swell of my left breast and squeeze.
He let out a low hum, almost a satisfied predator’s growl, as he massaged the mound of flesh, making sure to pay special attention to my hardened nipple. There was discovery in his eyes—like he was noticing, appreciating the new fullness I’d developed, the contrast from years ago when there’d been barely a handful for him to enjoy. There was deep hunger in his gaze too. His naked desire, so plain across that devilishly handsome face, drove my own arousal all the higher. I was panting, my errant hands reaching again for his cock, and I seemed to surprise him with my eagerness when I finally freed him completely from the elastic waistband of his underwear. He was fully erect, standing tall and proud, the thick weight of him heavy in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. As my grip tightened, he retaliated by pinching my nipple in a shock of pleasure-pain. We gasped together, and suddenly we both knew it was time to stop playing.
Enough of the opening act. It was about damn time for the headliner.
Gavin demonstrated surprising strength in those slim arms again, grabbing my thighs in his hands and hiking them up around his hips as he propped me against him. My back leaned hard against the door, and without needing any encouragement, I hooked my ankles together around his slim waist, spreading my thighs wide for him.
“I don’t do soft,” he panted out, surprising me with the disclaimer. In answer, I leaned in to nip at his jaw with my teeth, startling him into a breathy laugh.
“I don’t think this is the time or the place for soft,” I pointed out. Somehow, the fact that we’d snuck off to a bar bathroom, the forbiddenness of us being in a public place, only heightened my desire. It was lust turned to near delirium that had me saying next, “So fuck me hard, Gavin. It’s been too long.”
Without another second of hesitation, without any talk of protection or consequences or a single thought in my head besides how good it would feel to be thoroughly filled by this man, Gavin thrust inside me hard, all the way to the hilt.
The moan I let out was carnal, a release of years of tension, of suffering in silence while other things took priority over my body’s needs. He filled me so full that I felt the sweet stretch, the heat of him palpable throughout my every nerve. Gavin kissed me hard again as if to swallow the sound of my pleasure, and true to his word, he started to move, making no effort to be gentle as he began to pound into my hot, slick pussy.
God, how had I given this up for so long? It felt almost too good to be filled up again. To be desired as a woman instead of needed as a mother. My body felt so right, felt likemine, for the first time in ages. I tugged at Gavin’s curls, my nails digging into his scalp for purchase. I wasn’t stable enough to thrust back into him very far, since our positioning gave him all the control, but that didn’t stop me from writhing in his arms, trying my damnedest to get as close as possible. I didn’t need to worry about not getting enough friction though. Gavin fucked me in well-practiced, hard strokes, his own feral pleasure making itself known through soft, low sounds he made next to my ear. He had enough prowess to make every rock of his hips the sweetest torture. I could feel his hardness sliding and grinding against my G-spot, and I was grateful Gavin was holding me up against thedoor, because my legs surely would have buckled when he added his fingers. Two of them pressed and massaged firm, incredible circles into my clit. And then, as if by magic, my second orgasm of the night took me by complete surprise.
This time was more intense, more prolonged. Gavin made sure of it, keeping up the attention of his fingers on my clit and not letting up the punishing pace of his thrusts. I released a long, high moan broken up by frantic gasps as my entire body shook and clenched and exploded into mind-boggling ecstasy, and then it kept going, and it crestedagain. Stars popped up across my vision, all of my thoughts disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Fuck. I’d had good sex, lots of it even, but I’dneverhad two orgasms in such quick succession before. It almost felt simultaneous. Maybe it was the long wait that had made it all the sweeter, but somehow I knew most of the credit belonged to the gorgeous man who’d made it happen. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.Gavin Ratliff gave me multiple orgasms against a public restroom door.
I was practically limp when I felt Gavin’s thrusts finally start to falter in their rhythm. My pussy was still clenching with aftershocks, milking him for all he was worth, and that seemed to tip him over the edge into his own release. With a harsh, whispered “fuck,” Gavin broke at last, his hot seed spurting inside me. A cock throbbing and twitching against my walls was a sensation I’d always found sexier than it had any right to be, and after the pleasure I’d already had, this was all the more exquisite.
