Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(48)

His voice sounds strangled when he says in wonderment, “You’re a little too good at that. Tell you what… hold still, beautiful girl, and let me just f*ck your mouth for a minute.”

I have no clue what that means, but then he shows me as he holds my head tightly and starts to move his hips. In and out of my mouth, his cock moves, not too deep, stopping just before hitting the back of my throat. I curve my tongue along him, sucking in my jaws slightly on every other beat to give him more friction.

“Fuck, Sweet… where did you learn to do that?” He moans and pumps in and out of my mouth a bit faster.

Frustration hits me out of left field, because all of a sudden, I have an insane desire to touch Gavin. I absolutely need to put my hands on him, to touch his exposed cock as it moves out of my mouth, to roll his balls with my fingers. I pull hard at the bonds on my wrist and feel utterly helpless while he moves in and out of my mouth, once going a little too deep, causing me to gag.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, dialing it down a notch.

I kneel there, helpless before him, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted if given the urge. My eyes slide to the left and widen when I see the full-length mahogany mirror that sits in the corner his room. As is typical, Gavin has a T-shirt draped over the top of it, too lazy to throw it in the hamper, but there’s enough mirror exposed that I can see Gavin move his hips back and forth, his thick cock tunneling in and out of my mouth. My breasts are thrust forward, my fingers flexing helplessly behind my arched back, and Gavin stares down at me while he works himself in and out of me.

He must notice my eyes are averted because slowly his head turns. He looks at me in the mirror, watching as I helplessly blow him with my hands tied behind my back.

When our eyes meet in the reflection, his hands grip my head tighter and he moans, “Fuck, Savannah… that’s sexy as shit. Watching you, watch us in the mirror. Hot, right?”

I nod my head as best as I can, because words are prohibited by the glorious length of Gavin that is in my mouth.

I’m surprised when Gavin rears back, tearing himself free of my mouth. The emptiness causes my jaw to sag, and I immediately notice it’s sore from the pounding he just gave it.

My gaze moves from the mirror and up toward Gavin, whose chest is rising and falling in rapid motions, a light sheet of sweat on his forehead.

“Why did you stop?” I ask uncertainly.

“Because I was getting ready to come,” he says, almost in agony as he pants hard, and his hand goes around the base of his cock. He squeezes hard… almost as if to quash his impending orgasm. “Wasn’t ready to come just yet.”

“Oh,” is all I manage to say before Gavin is lifting me from the floor and onto the bed. He puts me on my knees and then with his hand at the back of my head, pushes me down to the mattress until my cheek is resting there.

His hand releases me but slides backward down the middle of my back, straight down to where he drags his finger down the middle of my ass cheeks. I moan at the forbidden touch he gives me. “I’d love to f*ck your ass one day, Sweet. Think you’d let me do that?”

A strangled sound comes out of my throat, and I involuntarily start to rise from the bed. Would I let him do that? I have no clue, but his hand comes back up to the middle of my back and he pushes me back down.

“Don’t move,” he says, and then I can feel him step away from the bed. I have no clue what he’s doing, but then I hear him across the room. “This mirror will come in handy.”

Gavin comes back into my line of view and sets the full-length mirror up on its stand so it’s right beside the bed. I blush warmly when I see my naked body, on my knees, breasts flatted on the mattress, my face flushed and my lips swollen from the workout he just gave my mouth. Gavin comes up to stand behind me, his hands caressing my butt.

We stare at each other in the mirror again, and he says, “You see how beautiful you are? Bound, helpless, bent to my will. You’d take anything I gave you, wouldn’t you, Sweet?”

I don’t even bother nodding my head in agreement, because he knows the answer.

I would, indeed, take anything he asked me to.

Caressing one hand down my ass, he slides it down between my legs and pushes a finger in. It slides silky smooth through my wetness, and I start panting as he pumps it in and out a few times.

My eyes watch him, and then slide from the action of his hands to his rigid erection, which seems to be straining upward, just behind me. I want him inside of me so bad that I ache all over.

“What are you looking at, love?”

My eyes slowly slide from his cock to his gaze as he watches me in the mirror. “I’m looking at you.”

His fingers move inside me, tortuously slow, and he smiles at me lewdly. “You were looking at my cock. Your eyes were all over my cock, thinking of me sliding it inside of you, right?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Is that what you want?”

I nod, but he just keeps working his finger inside of me. He waits, going back full circle when he first intimately touched me on the couch that day last week. He’s waiting for me to say the exact words to tell him what I want.

Taking in a deep breath, I make sure my eyes are directly connected to his. “Gavin… I want you to f*ck me with your cock. Is that clear enough for you?”

“Crystal,” he says with a smile, white teeth flashing against his dark, stubbled face.