Kelly Jamieson - Love Me

“Gavin,” she whispered, her small hands coming up to grab his ass. She was pulling him in even harder, fingernails biting into his skin. Christ, he loved it, loved her. He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, tongue thrusting inside her like his cock was lower, biting her lips, his breathing harsh.

“I love you, Mel,” he growled and then he came, painfully hard, holding himself in her as he pulsed in hot spasms. And she came, too, again, beautifully, crying out, lifting herself to grind against him, her vagina rippling around him, milking him. “Ah Christ.”

He kissed her again, long and hard, until they were so breathless they had to stop. He collapsed over her, holding his weight on his elbows, dragging in deep breaths.

Only when he went to roll to her side, to pull her in for a cuddle as he always did, did he remember Abby watching them.

Her hand was between her legs, rubbing herself and he was shocked as she too came, just from watching them. She cried out softly, eyes falling closed, body twitching, her hand going still between her legs. Gavin looked back at Melina, who watched too, with obvious fascination. Would she be pissed that he’d watched that?

But no. She turned her eyes to him and smiled slowly. “Wow,” she whispered.

Wow was right. What a night. He collapsed between the two women, all of them spent from a couple of orgasms each, limp and sated.

Until the door opened again, a narrow shaft of light widening, wider and again. “Jesus Christ!” It was Duncan.

Melina cringed. Oh dear God. She risked a look at Duncan from behind squeezed-shut eyelids. He was standing there, one hand on the door knob, his chin practically on the floor, eyes wide.

“Hey, buddy,” Gavin said, pushing up on one elbow. “What’s happening?”

Duncan appeared to be speechless. Giving Melina a glance of amusement, Gavin said, “You wanna shut the door, maybe?”

“Uh…yeah.” And Duncan backed out of the room, the door snicking shut behind him. Gavin met Melina’s eyes and they both started laughing. Abby too giggled.

“Did you see the look on his face?” Abby chortled. The three of them fell back on the bed. Melina looked up at the ceiling, still smiling, as Gavin took her hand in his. God, this was unbelievable. And Gavin was okay with it, apparently. Not mad at her, or horrified or disgusted.

Although God knew he could be. Maybe should be. Maybe Melina herself should be disgusted at her behavior. But nobody had been hurt, and all three of them had taken pleasure—hell, a lot of pleasure—from what they’d done.

“We should go back to the party,” Gavin murmured a long moment later. They were all lazy and sated.

“Yeah.” Melina was the first to roll off the bed and start searching for her clothes.

When they were dressed, Abby stopped at the door and turned back to face them. “Thanks, Mel,” she said softly. “I know that wasn’t your usual thing, but it was fun.”

Melina smiled. “I’ll probably never do it again. Thanks for making it okay.”

Thankfully, no one was in the hall as the three of them left the bedroom together. Melina ran her hands through her long hair to try to smooth it. “You look fine,” Gavin said in her ear. He put his hands on her waist as he followed her down the stairs. “Maybe we should go home now.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

They couldn’t get out of there fast enough, with curious looks from both Duncan and Kylie as they said their goodbyes. Obviously Duncan had filled Kylie in on the scene he’d walked in on.

The drive home was excruciating. Melina could feel the sexual tension radiating off Gavin. He kept touching her, putting a hand on her thigh, lifting her hand to his lips, sending heated glances her way as he drove. She was aching between her legs, aching and still wet, her clothes too tight, her skin tingling everywhere. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on his body, his big, hard, male body.

They were barely in the door of the apartment and she was all over him, pushing his jacket back over his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor in a crumpled heap. He was apparently just as hot, grabbing her and pushing her up against the wall in their small foyer.

Then his body pressed against hers, hard, wonderfully hard, their mouths fused in long, heated, wet kisses. His pelvis thrust into her softness and God, it felt so good. She couldn’t get close enough to him, throbbing everywhere, pressing back against his thick, hot erection. They kissed desperately, urgently, tongues thrusting, teeth clicking, and then their mouths tore apart as they both gasped for breath, panted.

“Need you, baby,” Gavin muttered as he pressed his open mouth into the side of her neck. She tipped her head to allow him access.

“God, yes,” she groaned. His hands were at the button of her jeans.

“Jesus,” he complained, fumbling with button and zipper, then pushing the tight jeans over her hips. “Why couldn’t you be wearing a skirt tonight?”

She gave a breathless laugh, shimmied a little to help him disrobe her and then he lifted her, hands under her ass. She wrapped her legs around him as he groped his crotch, unzipped himself and pulled out his penis. Then he thrust up into her, pushed her harder against the wall and she cried out, held onto his shoulders. Her head thunked back and he withdrew and slammed into her again. “Unh!” With every drive, a small whimper escaped her.

Gavin pressed his mouth to hers again, hard, almost biting at her lips, hungry and hot, and she gave it back to him, everything, frantic and wild for him. He fucked her hard up against the wall and the excitement built in her so fast, her orgasm was almost a surprise. She convulsed around him, cried out again, lifted against him, fingers digging into his shoulders and then he came too, hard and hot inside her.

Panting, gasping, they stayed like that for a moment until Melina lowered her legs to the floor and Gavin released his tight grip on her ass. “Oh, honey,” he groaned. “You’re amazing.”

She smiled and peered up at him. Thank you, thank you, thank you , she chanted in her head. Finally she’d gotten his attention and her old Gavin was back, looking down at her with lust and love, focused on her and nothing else. He put both hands on her hair and stroked it back off her face, tenderly. “I love you, Gavin,” she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck. “So much.”

“I love you too, baby.” He kissed her again, this time slower, softer, his tongue stroking gently across her bottom lip as he withdrew. His hot and hazy eyes smiled down at her. “Let’s go to bed.”

They didn’t even bother turning on lights, just went straight to the bedroom, Melina in her thong panties and T-shirt. Beside the bed, she grabbed the hem and tugged the shirt off over her head. Gavin put his hands on her bare waist and just that was enough to make her quiver. He looked down at the curves of her breasts in the lacy bra, as if filling his eyes with the sight of her. “You were so hot tonight, honey,” he whispered.

Melina pushed his still unbuttoned jeans down his lean hips. “So were you.” She kissed his throat, licked the place where his pulse still throbbed wildly. “You were turned on, weren’t you?”

“Hell, yeah,” he growled, pulling her against him. She shoved up his shirt and stroked her palms over his wide, flat chest, over the hard little nipples. With some amusement, she bent her head to lick and suck him there, remembering doing that to Abby, and liquid heat gushed between her legs. Gavin moaned at her touch and she gave him a little bite, just gently. He twitched hard and she looked up at him. His cheekbones were flushed, his eyes dark and heavy.