"-okay, you know that's not true-"
"And then you got quite tipsy off of one drink, passed up an invitation to an awards show to volunteer for people who needed your help-"
"-I had a prior commitment, also, that's not a bad thing-"
"-gave me the world's most awkward kiss and couldn't even identify the taste of pot-"
Marisol grabs the front of my t-shirt and pulls me in for a hard, long kiss. When she pulls back she bites my lip, and the sensation sizzles through my whole body.
"I'm not that square," she says.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing," I murmur. "I rather like you as you are."
"Which is square."
"Yes," I say, and kiss her again, because now that I've started it's difficult to stop even though we're in the middle of this restaurant.
Marisol's other hand finds my thigh as she turns toward me. I was already half-hard but I stiffen instantly despite my best efforts against it.
"Would a total square tell you her apartment is only two blocks away?" she murmurs, her eyes teasing as she looks up at me.
"It depends whether you're asking me over or not," I say. "Because doing such a thing after everything I've just told you is probably unwise and borderline reckless."
"I've got plenty of rubber gloves and a hazmat suit," she says, laughing.
"Alluring."
We kiss again, and then I pull her out of the booth, praying that the entire restaurant isn't staring at my erection.
26
Marisol
The moment my key's in the lock, Gavin's lips are on my neck, his hands on my hips pulling me against his massive erection, as if there were any doubt what we're here for.
I close my eyes and arch my back, pressing myself into him as his lips move slowly around from the back of my neck to my throat, then travel up toward my ear, his hands under my jacket and shirt.
"Marisol," he whispers, his voice low and rough.
His lips brush the shell of my ear. A tingle rushes through my entire body, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fight it.
"You're absolutely terrible at opening your own door."
My eyes fly open, and now Gavin's laughing quietly, his forehead against my temple.
"Shut up," I murmur, snapping the deadbolt back.
"You were rubbish last night, too," he says, and even though he's teasing me it still sends shivers down my spine.
I open my door. We step through, and before I can think, it's closed and Gavin's pushed me up against it, his mouth hot and hungry on mine. My briefcase drops to the floor and he pulls my jacket off, then his.
He swipes my lower lip with his tongue and I open my mouth, his hand on my face, in my hair. His erection feels like an iron rod in his pants, massive and insistent against my belly, every movement of our hips together making me wetter.
My shirt flies off, the door cool against my bare skin as he looks at me for a long moment and I try to catch my breath, one hand on his chest, slowly tracing down over the hard muscles of his abs, all the way down until I hook one finger into the waistband of his pants.
We kiss, hard, tongues together. I think I moan and he digs his fingers into my back, tugging me further into him, and I slide both my hands under his shirt, letting my fingers explore every ripple of muscle before I finally pull it over his head.
Then I take a second to just look at him. He's got two full tattoo sleeves that extend to both pecs, some bright and colorful, some older and faded. I run one hand over his shoulder and onto his chest.
"You approve?" he says.
"I've never seen you shirtless in real life before," I say. "Only pictures."
Gavin grins and rests his hands on the door, one on either side of my head, then leans in.
"And how many of those did you look at?" he asks.
"Some," I tease, my hands still making their way downward.
"You should have told me," he says, and now his face is up against mine again. "I'd have been happy to pose for more if I knew you wanted them."
He's against me again, skin to skin, his tongue curling into my mouth as he feels behind me for the hook on my bra, then fumbles with it for a moment. I try not to laugh, and almost succeed, until he pulls away.
"Fucking hell," he mutters, so I reach back and undo it myself.
Gavin slides his palms over my nipples and I shiver, feeling them pucker under his hands while I bite my lip and try not to moan again.
"Oh, come on," he says, kissing the spot below my ear. "It's only fair that I get to hear the noises you make."
"I've got neighbors," I whisper.
Gavin chuckles, his mouth at the hollow of my throat.
"Then I see I've got a new objective," he says. "Make sure they know my name."
Suddenly he pulls me forward and before I know it he's sitting on my couch and I'm straddling him, topless but still wearing jeans, and he's got my hips in his hands, staring at me with a ferocious, almost feral look in his eyes I've never seen on anyone before.
For a moment, all I can hear is my heart beating while his eyes crawl over me, lust written on every inch of his face.
Then I lean in and kiss him as hard as I can, and I swear he growls again, rolling one nipple between his fingers. He kisses my jaw, my neck, pulling me in so I'm on my knees and our bodies are touching as his lips trail down my neck, past my collarbone until he closes his mouth around one nipple and runs his tongue across it.
I gasp. My hand tightens on the couch cushion behind his head and he grabs me harder, pulls me in, takes my nipple lightly between his teeth until I moan, then switches to the other one.
I'm aching like I've never ached before, my core filled with molten heat that doesn't let up, that demands more. My whole body tingles with every heartbeat, even as I push my fingers through Gavin's hair while he flicks his tongue over my nipple one last time and then lifts me even higher, his lips in the valley between my breasts, then the space above my bellybutton.
He pulls me back down to face him. I kiss him desperately, rolling my hips against his hardness, my body responding in a pure, animal way as he unbuttons and unzips my jeans, then slides one hand inside.
This time I moan, my mouth still on his, as he finds my clit and moves his hand past it, his long fingers dancing around my entrance, just barely teasing their way inside before circling my clit again, pleasure pulsing through my body as I writhe against him.
Then he pulls his hand away, and before I know what's happening, he's flipped me so we're reversed and I'm sitting on the couch, my legs still around him as he tugs my pants off and I lift my hips, finally wriggling out of them.
Gavin's on his knees on the floor and he kisses my belly again, presses his lips to my hips and then nips me softly and I gasp, making him chuckle against my skin.
He pulls me to the edge of the couch, pushing my thighs apart. My whole body is ramrod-tense with anticipation, and for a split second, he looks up at me, dark eyes filled with lust as he kisses the inside of one thigh, running his thumb along the very edges of my soaking-wet lips.
I gasp, hold my breath, and grab the cushions behind my head as his thumb is replaced by his tongue, just barely pushing between my lips, moving up, flattening as he flicks it across my clit.
I make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan, but his hands tighten around my thighs and he flicks his tongue across my clit rhythmically, circling it gently, lapping at me as I get closer and closer and then slowing.
I'm pretty sure he's torturing me, and by the second time I'm about to come, only for him to slow down and slide his tongue to my entrance, teasing me there, I think I might just explode from sheer frustration. My fingernails are probably about to tear holes in my ratty couch cushions, and as he circles me again with his tongue I whimper, already panting for breath.
His tongue moves faster. My toes curl and I moan again, turning my head to one side as Gavin takes one hand off my thigh, runs his fingers along my opening and then enters me, stroking my inner wall as he flicks his tongue across my clit furiously.
"Oh my God," I half-moan, half-whisper, and I come. Every muscle tenses at once and I arch my back, fists digging into my couch, toes curling behind Gavin's back, but he doesn't stop, even as wave after wave runs through my body.
His tongue slows and I put one hand on his head, trying to collect myself for a moment since I feel like I've just had an out-of-body experience. He stops licking me, pulls his fingers out and kisses the inside of my thigh again so I lean forward and kiss him on the mouth.
He tastes like me, but I couldn't care less, I let him pull me in until I'm also on the floor, my back against the couch, the flat of my hand pressing hard against his erection as he groans softly.
"That was fucking beautiful," he whispers. "You should have warned me."
I undo his jeans and pull at them until he's in my hand, long and thick and hard as a rock as he groans into my shoulder while I stroke him, his whole body wound like a spring. We're wrapped together on the floor, and it would be the easiest thing in the world to wrap a leg around him and let him enter me bare, feel him skin-to-skin.