Page 45 of A Major Puck Up

“Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he grits out. “Pinch that fucking clit and hold on for me.”

With a deep breath to steady myself, I do what he says. I don’t want this to end yet, and the pain puts me right on the edge again. “Now what?”

“Start slowly.” He slides his hand up and down his shaft. He’s still in a white button-down shirt, but the sleeves are rolled, giving me an incredible view of the bulging veins in his forearms as he works himself over.

“You’re CEO porn right now,” I murmur.

He pauses his movements and barks out a laugh. “Fuck, Peaches. You’re…” He shakes his head and smiles, looking away.

“Don’t stop now.”

Gavin focuses on the screen again, his brown eyes molten. I want to sink inside them. I want to drizzle myself in this feeling that only he can provoke in me. I’d bottle it up and keep it. Keep him.

“Oh, we’re not stopping until I see those pretty little lips fall open and you’re crying my name.”

“Deal.”

“Prop the phone up with a pillow so I can see you, baby. Then I want you to do everything I say.”

“Yes,” I pant, ready to lose myself in him. No more overthinking. No more second-guessing. I want this man, and I want to come.

Behind Gavin, through the large window, the sky has turned every shade of orange and pink as the sun sinks low. He’s a world away, and yet I feel so close to him as we moan and writhe and encourage one another.

“That’s my good girl,” he urges. “Fill that greedy cunt with two fingers just like I would and circle that clit. If I were there right now, I’d flip you over and force you to ride my face while you sucked my cock. I’d have to remind you to breathe because you’d be so caught up in rubbing that needy pussy all over me, begging to come.”

“Yes,” I murmur as my legs tremble and I gasp for air.

“But you wouldn’t listen. You’d keep sucking because you love having my cock in your mouth. You love bringing it all the way to the back of your throat and showing me how fucking incredible you are at taking all of me.”

My fingers are a mess as I rub and fuck myself, all the while watching Gavin slide his hand up and down until he’s cursing that he’s going to come. The deep rumble that emanates from him as he slams his eyes shut pushes me over the edge. Then I’m screaming his name and coming so hard my body arches off the bed and I grip the sheets, wishing like hell that it was him between my legs.

When coherent thought returns and I open my eyes, Gavin is watching me, his eyes glassy.

“You’re beautiful.” The words come out so soft and yet gruff at the same time. Like he’s annoyed at just how much I affect him. Like the words tumbled from his mouth without his permission in the same way his body gives and gives and gives when I’m around.

I hate that he’s a sticky mess on the other side of the world and I’m naked and exposed on the bed without him. I hate that our conversation is probably over before it even began, because once again, I seduced him.

It’s painful trying to swallow past the lump in my throat, but with a long breath, I dig deep, garnering the strength to say good night. But Gavin speaks before I can form the words.

“Give me twenty minutes to get cleaned up and head home. If you’re still up when I get there, maybe we could just…”

“Just what?” I ask, unable to hide the hopefulness from my tone.

“Talk.”

The smile that splits my face makes my cheeks ache, and a laugh bubbles out of me. “You want to talk to me?”

Gavin leans forward and reaches for something out of the frame. Then he’s sitting back again and cleaning himself up with tissues. When he looks up again, his hair still mussed, he hits me with that gorgeous smile of his. “Yeah, Peaches. I wanna talk to you until you fall asleep. I want to know everything about you. Fight sleep for a little longer?”

God, I love the way he smiles at me. The way he speaks to me. The names he calls me.

“Okay, Coach. I’ll be waiting for you.”

FIFTEEN

GAVIN

Beckett: Why the duck am I in a car with Aiden and you’re riding with Brooks?

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