Page 26 of For Three Seconds

“I want to be the one you kiss when you have a good day.” He got closer, his lips taunting mine, and I got weaker, my resolve to stay away crumbling before my eyes. “I want to be the one you give yourself to when you have a bad day.”

He caged me in between the wall and him. He dipped his head, and he kissed me.

So far, my life had been a moment of seconds, giving me things I couldn’t keep. The kiss was brief, and then he pulled away. Instead of doing the same, I grabbed the bottle he had at my side and chugged. He watched me, not sure what I would do next. I relished the burn the liquid created and let the rest fall to the floor. I pulled Gavin by his collar, noticing his shirt was damp from where he jumped in to save my life. His lips crashed into mine, and I knew I wouldn’t pull away. Not in three seconds, maybe not ever. His hands came to my thighs, and he lifted me.

“You look so good in my shirt,” he murmured against my lips. My response was to run my fingers through his hair and pull. Gavin groaned, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

He laid on me the bed slowly, his knee coming between my legs. I was trying to catch my breath, and so was he.

“We should stop,” he said, his voice strained.

Even when he said we should stop, he still positioned himself over me.

I rose up to meet his lips. I kissed him once, twice, and on the third time, I whispered, “Make the pain stop.”

Gavin groaned as his body pressed against my own. It was warm and burning, tingling and soothing. We stared at each other for three whole seconds, knowing that we were about to change everything. Gavin’s steel eyes darkened with need for me. He kissed me with more hunger; he tasted like desperation. He parted my legs open with his while his hands roamed my tights, and when his eyes landed on my sex, I felt a shiver run through my body.

“Scar.” My name sounded pained from his lips. “We keep going, and I won’t be able to stop.”

“Please don’t,” I whimpered.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

He took off his shirt, and this boy in front of me was nothing like the one I’d kissed at sixteen. His body had changed again, and I had failed to see it. Maybe I hadn’t allowed myself to. I reached for his abdomen, relishing the contours of his body. My fingers trailed the hard ridges of his abdomen, each time going lower.

He pulled back to take off his pants. My eyes widened when his dick sprang free. The only thing between us was his shirt that I wore. He held my eyes as his hands came to the hem of the shirt. I shivered as he pulled it off my body inch by inch.

“Everything about you is beautiful,” he growled before he settled himself above me.

The nervous feeling was welcome—better than being numb. Gavin’s fingers traced the contours of my face, memorizing everything about me.

“I wanted to touch you for so long,” he confessed. “Have you ever done this before?”

He looked me straight in the eyes, waiting for my answer. How could I have done this before when the only person my heart seemed to beat frantically for was unreachable? He might as well have been on the moon.

I shook my head, and I saw him take a relieved breath.

Gavin kissed me again, and I got so lost in the sensation of his lips and the prodding of his tongue that I jumped when I felt his fingers at my entrance.

“You’re wet,” he said as he kissed me. “I’m going to make you wetter.”

He ran two fingers caressingly up and down my slit. Every time he swiped them, he added more pressure until they passed my folds and dipped in my pussy. Gavin groaned at the same time he teased my entrance.

The innocent butterflies I had felt at twelve turned sinful and started to go crazy. A slow burn was taking place inside my belly, and it was spreading to my body. I moaned when Gavin’s index finger circled my clit. He did it again, and I closed my eyes and threw my head back when the sensation became too much. Gavin used the opportunity to kiss my neck. I felt the brush of his lips gliding up and down the curve of my nape. He altered between sucking the skin gently and biting it. He continued his kisses as he moved his way down to my breast. Meanwhile, his fingers kept circling my clit and dipping into my pussy. One of his fingers entered me at the same moment he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

“Gav,” I moaned, not being able to say his full name.

He inserted two fingers when he gently bit my other breast, and my legs opened wider for him.

“You like that?” he asked in a husky tone.

He was back above me, his face a few inches from mine. His finger was moving in a circular motion against my most sensitive part, and all I could do was nod. It felt like I was on fire, one I wanted to be consumed by. His chest rose and fell as his fingers moved faster, and when I came, I opened my mouth to moan, but he was there to swallow my cries. My hips kept jerking after I came because he was still touching me.

“I want to lick your pussy, baby, but I need inside you more,” he said, asking for my permission.

“Please,” I said as I opened up more for him and cupped his cheeks. “Just do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Scar,” he whispered as I felt his hardness at my entrance.

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