Page 131 of A Major Puck Up

In an unsteady breath, I hiss. “Yes. Fuck, that feels good.”

“You feel good.” Gavin looks up at me, his eyes pools of inky-black desire. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I also want to tease the orgasms out of you.”

Panting, I tug on his shirt again. “Yes. Please, Gav.”

His smile is devious, corrupt, as he half turns and reaches for his whiskey glass. All that’s left is a few pieces of ice and half a finger of liquid. “Open, but don’t swallow,” he instructs, holding up the glass.

Breaths coming fast, I open my mouth, allowing him to press the glass against my lips and tip it back. As the zesty vanilla flavor dances on my tongue, his teeth replace the glass, and he bites down on my lip, forcing my mouth open. With a groan, he brings his lips to mine and drinks the whiskey straight from my mouth, his tongue teasing me endlessly.

He pulls back and hits me with a look so wicked a shudder racks me.

“That was just a little test. Let’s try again.” Without waiting for me to reply, he presses his thumb down on my bottom lip. This time he pushes an ice cube into my mouth. “Hold it with your teeth,” he instructs, his tone dark.

Holy fuck. Bossy Gavin is hot.

I obey, shivering at the sensation, and he steps back and slides his shirt off, exposing the muscles that were teasing me only hours ago. Then he slowly slides his shorts over his hips, revealing his hard cock. Once he’s kicked his shorts to the side, he stands straight again and gives himself a firm tug. “Look at you, Peaches. Spread out on my piano, your legs spread wide and begging for my cock, your nipples so hard they could cut glass.”

The moan that rips from deep inside me is so violent I almost swallow the ice.

“Careful,” he warns, his tone sinful as he grips my panties. In one quick motion, he slips them down my legs. Then he bunches the fabric and presses it to his face, inhaling.

I squirm at the sight and bite down harder on the ice.

“You’re so fucking turned on, aren’t you? This better all be for me.”

I nod, sending a rivulet of cold water dripping down my chin. When it hits my chest, I suck in an unsteady breath.

Gavin leans in close and puts a hand behind my neck, angling so that he can take the cube from my teeth with his own mouth. He runs a line down my neck with the ice, over my already sensitive nipple, then down farther.

“Oh fuck. I don’t think?—”

With a hand on my waist, he pushes me back and silently shakes his head, telling me not to think.

Just feel, his expression says.

Letting my eyes fall shut, I wait, focusing on my breathing, knowing what’s coming next. When he glides the ice over my swollen clit, I hiss. “Shit.” I may have known what he was going to do, but I couldn’t prepare for the forceful sting shooting between my legs. When he slides the ice cube inside me,I moan and shake, desperate and needy. He pushes it in farther, and just as the coldness becomes too much and I’m about to beg for him to remove it, he suctions his hot mouth to my clit, and I almost explode on the spot.

When he takes the warmth away, I throw my arms out, grasping, but my fingers slide as I push myself up. “What the?—”

“You need more?” He arches a brow in challenge.

“You know I do.”

He forces one finger inside me, his eyes still ensnaring mine, and I suck in a breath.

I fall back, head thrashing. “Ah.”

“That’s my perfect girl. My Peaches. Soak my hand, baby.”

He spears me with another finger. The zap of electricity that shoots through me causes my back to arch, and I slide against the piano’s surface.

“I’ll never be able to look in this corner without picturing you naked and begging for me. Your tits are magnificent.” He leans down and pulls one into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the piercing and pulling until I cry out.

“Shh, Millie. Don’t wake the baby.” His tone is pure tease. He knows it’s almost impossible for me to be quiet when he has me this worked up.

He doesn’t relent, winding me up and pushing me to the edge, then pulling back. I want to grab his head, hold him in place, and fuck his face, but the surface beneath me is slippery from not only the ice but also my desire, so I can’t anchor myself enough to take control.

“Please, Gavin,” I beg as my legs tremble beneath his hands.

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