Page 54 of The Fangirl and the Playboy

Leaning over me, he smooths a palm up my leg, applying pressure when he reaches my thigh, spreading me open for his viewing pleasure. I fight the urge to reach down and touch myself, letting the anticipation build.

Dipping his head, Gavin kisses my inner thigh before running his tongue along my slit in a slow, steady swipe. I buck involuntarily, and his arms curl beneath my thighs to lift my bottom half up off the mattress.

He licks me once more before burrowing deeper to push his tongue inside me. I groan as he fucks me with it, then glides it up to find my clit. I can feel my orgasm building as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub, and my legs start to tremble.

“So close,” he says, then nips at my clit with his lips. “Are you going to come for me, Willow?”

His words set off the explosion, and I shout as my release rockets through me, spreading down each of my limbs. Gavin continues his onslaught, licking and sucking at my flesh to draw out the pleasure.

When I finally collapse into a heap of boneless skin, he kisses my thigh again before gently releasing his grip on my legs. I hear the swish of his underwear sliding down, then the bed dips as he climbs over me, settling his hips between my thighs.

“I love watching your face when you come,” he whispers, pressing hot kisses to my neck. “And now I want to watch it while you come all over my cock.”

And just like that, I’m ready again.

I never in a million years suspected that Gavin would be a dirty talker, but I’m not complaining. It’s definitely a happy surprise.

Throwing out an arm, I point toward my nightstand. “Top drawer.”

Pressing a quick kiss to my mouth, he leans over and tugs the drawer open before reaching inside. Pulling out a strip of condoms, he rips one off before tearing it open with his teeth. Taking the condom from him, I reach down as he leans to the side to give me access and roll it onto his perfect cock, giving the shaft a little squeeze before releasing him.

He grunts, then nestles back between my thighs as his tongue flicks against one of my nipples. Pausing, he meets my gaze.

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says, his voice low and rumbly.

“I want your cock, Gavin,” I whisper. “I want it deep inside me, fucking me until I see stars.”

His body lifts up slightly, and his hips buck forward. His cock slides home with unerring accuracy, filling me with one powerful thrust. I swear, my eyeballs roll back in my head as I groan with pleasure. He fits fuckingperfectly.

We start to move, and we’re a little disjointed at first, but we quickly match pace and rhythm. True to his word, Gavin watches my face the entire time, his eyes fucking me just as surely as his cock is. That dedicated stare does just as much for me as everything else, and far too quickly, another orgasm starts to wind up inside me.

I don’t try to fight it. I don’t care how quickly it arrives, just as long as it does.

My breathing picks up, and Gavin does this little trick where he dives deep, then rolls his hips in a circle to somehow dig even deeper. At the same time, his cock hits that secret spot inside me, and the entire universe explodes.

I’m definitely seeing stars as Gavin pumps his hips furiously, chasing his own release now that he’s watched me come undone. With a grunt, he drives into me one last time and freezes, his muscles tense and stiff as he holds his upper body over me on outstretched arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says when he rolls over to stretch out beside me.

“Stay with me tonight?” I ask despite my nerves at what he might answer.

But I needn’t have worried. His smile tells me everything I need to know.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Gavin

Idon’t know how I did it, but I managed to talk Willow into taking the day off. Saturday is probably her busiest day of the week, so I got the expected argument from her when I first suggested it. But a couple of days of begging and promising her a cool surprise eventually wore her down, so we’re on our way to the middle of nowhere––at least, that’s what it seems like as we leave all traces of civilization behind.

In reality, Bram told me how to get to an awesome camping spot out here in the wilderness where Willow and I can be truly alone with no fans or customers, no internet, and no cell service. It’ll be just the two of us with no interruptions for twenty-four hours.

“Are you bringing me up here so you can hide the body where no one will find it?” she asks after reaching forward to turn the volume down on the radio.

“Why would I admit to that before I have you tied up and incapacitated?” I shoot back, and she chuckles.

“Good point.” She stares at the scenery outside the car for a few beats, then looks back over at me. “I think I know where we’re going. Trace, Bram, and I came out this way exploring when we were younger.”

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