Missing Dixie(36)

“Come inside me, Gavin. I want you inside of me.”

He groans as if I’ve stabbed him.

“Please. I want to feel you. Just you. Only you. I take my birth control regularly. Never miss a dose. Robyn texts me every day to remind me.”

Any other argument I was going to make or any defense he planned to counter with is null and void the second the head of him breaches my folds. I’m so wet from his mouth that he slides in easily, like a hot knife into butter.

The moment he is fully inside, I lose myself. My body begins to buck against his but I can’t get far because he’s still holding my wrists.

Once again I hear myself begging him for more as our bodies create the delicious sweaty friction I crave. He gives it, thrusting everything he has into me again and again.

“Come. Fucking come, babe. I need it. Now.”

His plea is so desperate, I clench around him until my body complies with his request.

“Fuck,” Gavin bites out when he slams into me and comes explosively inside. “Fucking f*ck.”

He releases my wrists and collapses on me and all we do is breathe.

Just breath and sweat and remnants of pleasure between us.

Just when I think he’s dozed off, he jerks up quickly and grabs the tops of my legs.

“Turn over.”

“What? You’re not serious.” I can barely move, much less turn over.

“Turn,” he says slowly, like I’m mentally impaired. “The f*ck,” he punctuates by yanking me roughly toward him. “Over.”

“Gavin.” I don’t know this version of him. “Look at me, please.” I’m not prepared for it. I thought it was lie-around-in-post-orgasmic-bliss time.

He looks but his eyes are flat black in the darkness, as if he’s figured out how to look without seeing. “Each second you make me wait, I will spank you. Hard. Do you want that, baby? My handprint branded on that sweet, perfect ass of yours?”

Um . . . maybe?

My vagina is on board even if I’m still swimming in confusion.

“Do you want to spank me, Gavin?”

“Fuck, yes, I do. I want to spank that tight little ass, to bite it and mark it, and when you let me f*ck it, I plan to sign my name on it.”

And just like that, I’m on board.

“Okay. Let’s do this. Fucking spank me then. Show me how you like it.” I turn over abruptly and try not to be self-conscious about presenting him with this view of my backside. Seems silly to be embarrassed now.

“Ready, baby? You get two for making me ask you twice to turn over.”

“Do your worst, drummer boy.” It hits me a second too late that Gavin is, in fact, a very strong, very powerful drummer.

I flinch involuntarily when his hand makes the first crack of contact.

“Oh. Okay. Ouch. That f*cking hurt.”

He rubs me gently until the stinging subsides. Then he trails his fingers down the middle of me and dips it briefly into my opening. I am amazingly still extremely wet. And turned the hell on.

“One more, sweetness. Can you take one more?”

“Um, yeah. Just maybe not as—”

His open palm makes contact again and it’s just low enough to send a shock wave through to my clit.

I cry out and Gavin begins whispering soothing things as he moves. I start to ask where he’s going but before I do I have my answer.

His mouth launches a thorough assault on the parts of me that are exposed to him in this position. All of the parts. Even the ones I didn’t expect would feel good.

Soon I am adrift in the overwhelming sensations and I’m not even sure which are fingers and which is tongue until I’m coming again and mid-orgasm his cock slams inside to the hilt. And I am coming again. Or maybe it’s more of the first one continued, stretching out long and thick like never-ending taffy. All I know is I can’t stop it—this, whatever this is.

He wraps my hair around his hand and jerks hard enough to hurt but I’m coming so hard I can’t bring myself to care.

“Gav. Gavin. Fuuuck.”

He’s pounding me now, a steady slamming of his cock into my body until my bones are rattling.

“Where do you want my come, sweetness? Three choices,” he grounds out through gritted teeth. “*, throat, or inside that tight little ass of yours?”

I don’t know. I can’t think. I’m growing numb and disoriented from the brutality of how hard he’s still f*cking me.

“W-where do you want to come?” Even my teeth are rattling. He is literally f*cking every part of me.

“Everywhere. Your mouth, down your throat, all over your sweet little clit, across those perfect f*cking tits. I dream about f*cking your ass, about making it impossible for you to sit down for a week.”

I am speechless.

“Do you get it, now, baby?” He jerks my head backward by my hair until I’m upright and surprisingly his dick is still buried safely inside of me. “This is how I am. Fucked-up. Rough. Dangerous. This is how I f*ck. That shit in Austin, and the pity f*ck here a few months ago, that wasn’t me. This is me.”

Nothing hits me quite as hard as those two words.

Pity. Fuck.

I cannot have heard that right.

But I can smell his breath again from here and I know he’s drunk. Actually, I’m pretty sure he’s shitfaced because the Gavin I know would never handle me this way or speak to me like this. I’m not complaining, it’s kind of hot. But not if he’s angry and not if he’s too drunk to use sense.