Page 89 of The Longshot

I watch the slow rise and fall of his chest as he peers into me, assesses me, and scans me before suddenly, I’m flipped around and placed onto my back.

The harsh cold of the metal bench doesn’t phase me in the slightest. Instantly, I’m heated as Gary steadies himself so that he hovers over top of me, using his mouth to run along the nape of my neck and into my cleavage line.

“Fuck, Chelsie,” he cries out, my breasts practically pooling out of my dress at this point. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”

I could’ve sworn I just saw his eyes roll to the back of his head.

It’s a sight like no other.

“Christ,” he carries on. “I’m about to fucking come undone in my trousers from just the look of you...”

I suppress a tempestuous laugh. “I’m sure you’re more seasoned than that,” I taunt, reaching my hands to clasp around the back of his neck. “Right?”

He moans into me as he pulls me into his, and just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he doesn’t. He does one better by groaning. “Let me show you just how seasoned I am…”

He makes a beeline towards my breasts, massaging them slowly until he gravitates towards my nipples, teasing them softly, all the while, his free hand trails up the front of my thighs before stopping right at my heat. “Can I?” Consent has never looked hotter.

I eagerly nod in agreement, closing my eyes in anticipation as my head falls back onto the bench.

“Well, well, well.” My breath hitches in the back of my throat as he brushes onto my panties. Just his touch forces me to look directly into his eyes. “Aren’t you just fucking soaking for me, baby? Perhaps it’s you that’s not quite seasoned, Chelsie...”

I’m left practically drooling. I’ve never had anyone speak to me this way before. No one has ever made me feel such an instant bout of pleasure quite like Gary as he uses his thumb to rub slow circles on top of my clit, whilst his middle finger slowly sinks into me.

“Christ.” I moan out, my neck flexing back in relief as I tense around him. “Gary…” I groan out his name as he tortuously increases his pace.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers into my ear with a hunger. “So fucking slick. Such a good girl for me. You want more?” He sinks in another finger, forcing my back to arch as he reaches a spot that tips me over the edge. “That’s it, baby. Look at me.”

The heat rushes to my cheeks as I attempt to make eye contact, but they subsequently roll to the back of my head.

“Fuck… that’s it. Gary I—,” I plead. I don’t know what I’m pleading for, but I can’t stop. I won't stop.

“I know baby girl, I know.” His raspy voice forces me to the brink of an orgasm as I convulse beneath him. “God, you’re making this so difficult.”

“Difficult?” I cry out, at his mercy now that he’s decided to slow down his pace. I can feel myself going into distress. “What am I making difficult? What?”

“Taking this slow,” his voice is a low growl, as he releases his hand beneath my dress, choosing to linger over my face as he mutters, “do you realize just how badly I want to fuck you?” he asks. “How desperate I am to see all of you. Feel all of you. Be inside of you…”

I once thought his foreplay was good, but his words? They’re better than any sex I’ve ever had, only inciting my curiosity that much more.

My heart pounds out of my chest as I mumble out three words that make no sense yet complete sense at the same time. “Then do it.”

Gary’s eyes widen as he seems to run my willingness through his mind, over and over.

“Please.” I squirm impatiently beneath him. “I—I need you. I want you.”

His breathing stops, and just when I think he’s about to follow through on my request, rather than pulling me in tighter, he pulls back loosely.

“I… I can’t.”

My heart sinks.

What?

“I’m sorry, Chelsie,” Gary stutters, so visibly unsure as he brushes over his face in distress. “I just promised you that we would take things slow.” He rises to his feet. “I don’t want to get carried away again like I did last time.”

“But… don’t you… you said…” I can hardly formulate a coherent sentence. Maybe this is like last time. “You really don’t want to have sex with me?”

“Trust me when I say this.” Gary’s right back over top of me, lips pressed into mine as he whispers, “I want nothing more than to take you right here. Right now. I—I want you, Chelsie—desperately. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life…” The tension between us grows but yet again he swallows deeply to resolve it. “But do you know what I want more?”

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