Honey (Full Throttle Series) Page 11

  Gavin, because I trusted him more than anyone now. Gavin, because we’d been through some rough patches and had weathered through it together. Gavin, because—

  His mouth closed around my nipple and sucked. Electricity crackled. All thoughts flew out of my head.

  “I’m a virgin.”

  And my foot in mouth disease suddenly came into play.

  I froze. He froze, but a few seconds later. We were both so in the moment that it took a while for my words to register, but when they did, he did the exact reaction that I expected him to do.

  He pulled away and stared at me incredulously.

  My cheeks burned, but I tried to look him in the eye. There was nothing to be ashamed of, and I braced myself for his words—the ones I knew were coming.

  “But your sex video…”

  “Yeah. Contrary to what it implied…I only ever did what I did to him there and nothing else.”

  Silence filled the space. Then, “What did you do to him, exactly?”

  I reeled back as realization set in. “You didn’t watch it?”

  “Of course I didn’t watch it,” he grumbled. “What do you take me for?”

  “I gave him a blowjob and he…well, fingered me. That was it.”

  He swallowed. “Oh.”

  Something settled in my belly—something pleasant and bubbling up to the surface that I didn’t want to let go of. Ironically enough, my hand was still on his cock—and he finally noticed it and gently removed it, even while he was still pulsing.

  Even while desire still raged in his molten black eyes.

  He was controlling himself—for me.

  Because he didn’t want to pressure me.

  The timer from the oven went off, breaking us from our reverie. I stood up first, suddenly shy as I covered my breasts back. A few seconds later, he stood up, too.

  “I’ll get the cake.”

  “There’s ham in the other oven. Take it out, please,” I said quietly.

  “Right.”

  When he walked out of there, I sat on the bed, thinking about what just happened as my body tingled all over. It all came pleasantly together, and for a second, I closed my eyes and imagined what would have been if I hadn’t told him I was a virgin.

  Then I imagined what could be now that he knew…and the possibilities were endless.

  I got dressed in my loosest shirt, then slid on my favorite silk thong. I left the bedroom barefoot, watching as he used mittens again and took the trays out of the ovens. He looked like the sexiest baker in town, and something liquid hot pulled in my belly and throbbed in between my legs. So I walked closer.

  Gavin looked up. “Shall we taste the ham?”

  “Later,” I murmured. “Taste this first.”

  Then I took off my shirt.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  GAVIN

  Her line was straight from a porn movie, tacky and cheesy.

  And my shaft jumped back to attention.

  Her shirt was on the floor, and she was wearing nothing but some silk pair of hell-knew-what that barely covered what was between her legs and just emphasized her curves. She skipped the bra, and now I had a full-frontal view of those breasts I touched earlier.

  Goddamn.

  They were perky, full and round, making my fingers itch. They were capped with the rosiest pink nipples, ones I wanted to put inside my mouth and lick until she moaned.

  Nerves simmered in her eyes, but there was also determination rising to the surface. I tried to come to terms with both, even while I repeatedly told myself what she told me earlier: that she was a virgin, and no virgin could possibly survive all the things I wanted to do with her.

  The thought alone had my blood surging. Then she was stepping forward, and I was mesmerized.

  Enough that it made me forget I was still holding on to the tray that previously held the ham.

  Honey frowned. Then she took a mitten and took the tray out of my hand, placing it on the counter and scrutinizing me. My breath strangled in my throat as she leaned in.

  I took the mitten off her hand and tossed it on the floor. Then I grabbed her and dragged her closer, meeting her eyes.

  “You have to be sure,” I croaked out.

  Her gaze turned positively hot. In response, she tiptoed and closed the distance between us.

  Unlike our previous kisses, this one was fast—fast, desperate and verging on crazy, as I devoured her mouth and she devoured mine. She tugged me backward, a nervous laugh coming out of her throat as we both stumbled in our haste. Impatient, I hoisted her up and carried her to the bedroom, where I laid her in bed and had the pleasure of seeing her looking like the most delicious treat. Then I removed my shirt and pants, climbed into bed and kissed her again, taking care to be slower this time and to control my need so I could give her what she needed.

  Intense satisfaction.

  It was a blur, but it wasn’t. My hands moved, unable to get enough of her smooth skin. Her hands weren’t idle either, pressing against my body as she murmured unintelligible words against my tongue. Wanting to taste more of her, I broke the kiss and cruised my mouth down, closing over a nipple and doing what I wanted to do earlier: to kiss it, to lick it and to suck it in a teasing her. Her murmurs turned to moans, and she writhed her body against me. She silently begged for more.

  And so I lowered my mouth, wanting to alleviate her restlessness. I slid her panties down and parted her legs, the glimpse of her pink center, making my cock positively harder.

  Honey froze, even while she tried to hold on. I could sense the nervousness in her again, and I realized how much she was giving up at this moment.

  “Tell me if you want to stop,” I said, even though those were the hardest words I ever had to say.

  “Keep going,” she whispered.

  Oh, boy.

  She was already wet, so I just went for it and whispered kisses there. My thumb rubbed in motions again, and I felt her hands grip my hair as she still tried to hold on to her control. Wanting her to lose it, I gave her slit one tentative lick.

  She thrust her hips up, and I had to hold her down.

  I continued licking. I slid my finger into her tight channel to open her up, reveling in the sounds coming out of her mouth that expressed how much she enjoyed it. Her legs loosened up, and I used the opportunity to raise them over my shoulders.

  “Gavin…?”

  I leaned in and licked her again, making her gasp. Then I slid my tongue in and stroked her firmly, and her body pressed against the bed as she moaned.

  It was the most beautiful sound. It turned me on so badly, and I used my tongue and fingers and steeped myself in her hot taste. She writhed and cried out her pleasure, calling my name and arousing me further. I used my fingers to thrust in a slow, steady rhythm, then latched my mouth on her swollen little clit, which I then sucked softly.

  The effect was instantaneous. Honey’s hip shot up again, and this time I didn’t stop her. I kept my finger in her as my head surged up and my mouth captured her mouth in another hungry kiss, trying to be her anchor as she rode the pleasure. She sobbed out my name and kissed me back, grinding her hips against my hand as vibrations racked her body.

  The kiss started off lazy but turned urgent again as she got back down from her high. She sighed against my lips. Then her hands started moving, tugging on my boxers impatiently and rubbing me teasingly at the same time. I let her do it for the first few minutes, enjoying the way she fumbled before she got her rhythm and started stroking me earnestly. Then it got too damn good, and I almost exploded and had to take her hand away.

  She started protesting, then clamped her mouth shut when I removed my boxers. Her gaze zoned in on my cock, and the heavy, hungry look had me hardening further and jutting out straighter. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and gave it a few indulgent strokes. Then I positioned it at her entrance, pressing down again as I kissed her chin.

  I pushed in slowly and felt her freeze, which almost had me freezing, too. B
ut I knew hesitation on my end would be her downfall, so I gritted my teeth and kept entering her, taking my time as I slid in inch by inch. Her warmth wrapped around me, and I had to stifle a groan at how tight she was and how much I wanted to pound into her. I counted in my head to keep myself sane, feeling her own stifling of any sound as I finally slid into the very end.

  I didn’t move, even though there was nothing more I wanted to do. To distract us both, I let my fingers drift on her breasts again, squeezing and thumbing her perky nipples. I sucked on her bottom lip and kissed her over and over, feeling the tension seep out of her body slowly until it was finally gone—an indication that she was ready.

  Our eyes met, and hers were fiery. She nodded slightly, and that was the only signal I needed.

  I slid out halfway, poised on that edge. Then I surged back in, and the pleasure was so intense that I could no longer hold back my groan. My arms strained as I placed them on both sides of her, not wanting to crush her. She was silent at first—but eventually, sounds started coming out of her mouth, mingling with mine.

  Sounds of eager pleasure.

  We followed a rhythm—me with my thrusting, and her with her rising hips so that I could surge deeper inside her. It was exquisite, an intimacy that had never been present in my previous sexual relationships. Normally I could think about anything despite the heat of the moment, but now…all I could do was get lost in her and crave for more.

  Slow eventually turned fast, and we rolled our bodies. I sat up in bed, and she straddled me, her nails digging into my shoulders for balance.

  “Ride me,” I urged her, my voice sharp.

  And she did.

  Her eager bouncing did me in, and I decided to hell with it and kept up. My hands took her ass, and I helped lift her up and down, at the same time surging my hips up to drive so deep inside her. Her moans turned to cries, and I caught everything with my mouth. Everything in me crumbled and fell apart until she was the only one I saw and the only one I felt.

  I knew the exact moment she gave in to her desires. Her body stilled, then bucked. Her nails raked my back as she began shaking. Then I felt her inner muscles clamped onto my cock tight. We rolled back until she was on her back again—and with one final push, I plunged into her repeatedly until my own pleasure took over.

  Until my own hunger consumed me and had me exploding shortly after her.

  *****

  “Gavin…”

  “Happy New Year, Honey.”

  It was the most innocent greeting in the world, but there was nothing innocent in our actions as we stood on her balcony and watched the fireworks from a distance. It was a beautiful display of lights, and we should have been enraptured.

  Instead, here we were busy trying to get to that release we’d both been seeking out for a few days now.

  Christmas had been filled with sex, and the rest of the days were a blur of last-minute photo shoots for her magazine article gig. Then New Year was all about wine-toasting, then a stroll to the balcony that ended up with our lower half buck naked and me…well, pressing Honey against the railing as I slid inside her from behind.

  We weren’t exactly naked, not really. But with the way her dress was slid up and my trousers were slid down, we might as well have been. We were careful to keep it quiet, even when we were on the fifth floor and the railing was completely covered. I started with gentle teasing motions, thrusting softly until I found the angle she wanted. Then I took it a step further by unzipping the side of her dress and subtly sliding my hand in, cupping her breast under her bra and chuckling at her fervent moans.

  In just a few days, I’d grown addicted to her, and it was the kind of addiction that I was starting to enjoy. I wasn’t the only one. Honey pushed back against me at my every thrust, her hand settling on top of mine as she urged my fingers to squeeze her. She leaned her head back, allowing me to latch my mouth to the nape of her neck and kiss it teasingly.

  “You’re so tight, Honey,” I groaned against her skin.

  “Harder, Gavin,” she pleaded.

  “Then bend over.”

  Without preamble, Honey did. I leaned against her and pressed my front to her back, sliding my cock in and out of her and feeling her grip me tightly every time. She bit back her moans, but they came out nonetheless and mingled with my groans as I pounded harder, faster.

  A pinch on her nipple and a graze of my teeth on her shoulder was all it took for her climax to take her. She cried out my name, and I gripped her hips and emptied my seed inside her.

  She was the sweetest thing in this world, and I wanted more.

  “Happy New Year, Gavin,” she said after a while.

  I chuckled, perfectly content.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  HONEY

  The New Year brought in new things along with the old ones, and there were two highlights that were at the forefront of my mind.

  The first was that the private interview with the female reporter, Karen, had produced good results—first in the article released right after the New Year, where I was surprised to find that pleasant things were written about me and the revelation of the scandal and its consequences to my career was kept as tasteful as possible. In general, it was a tastefully written article, something I hadn’t expected because I thought all media was out to get me.

  And it turned out I was wrong about that.

  Because of the good article, the thirst for the scandal itself died down—not fully, but enough for me and all those close to me to notice. Fewer questions about it were asked during press conferences, and even fewer paparazzi stalked me to get the “scoop.” It was a pleasant delight, and it was awkward at first because I had gotten so used to the idea of being cautious that it was already a habit for me.

  The second highlight? It was my relationship with Gavin.

  Sexual relationship, that was.

  It didn’t end. I thought it would run its course by the time the old year was gone, considering how we pretty much sought each other out as much as we could and just…attacked each other. We developed this little game, one that involved one-upping each other and seducing each other to see who would give in first—and by my final tally, Gavin was winning because I was having such a hard time resisting him.

  And I didn’t care at all.

  What I did care about was how the more I had sex with him, the more I sought him out. It should have had the reverse effect like it did with Desmond—the curiosity sated until the desire ebbed away. But that wasn’t the case with Gavin, and I had to make a New Year’s resolution to consciously back away as slowly as I could before this turned complicated.

  A few days later, I eagerly broke that resolution after a long day of practice, where all it took was for him to enter the room before I jumped him and had my way with him.

  I felt so wanton, and it should have been embarrassing. But it only charged my body and mind up as I discovered things I never knew before: sexual positions I wanted, techniques to make Gavin groan louder, and a certain control of myself that I never had before. It gave me newfound confidence, and it made me crave more of this connection that I had with Gavin—skin to skin, mouth to mouth, body to body.

  The problem was, I didn’t know how to stop.

  “Here.”

  I blinked, my thoughts popping like a bubble as a tiny box was tossed on my lap. I opened it and found a slice of cheesecake inside, and my mouth watered instantly. Beside me, Gavin got himself a bar of chocolate and watched me expectantly.

  My stomach somersaulted at his presence alone, but I smiled. “Are you trying to fatten me up?”

  He shot me a look, one that simmered. “You eat cheesecake at least three times a week, and you’re asking if I want to get you fat?”

  I laughed. “Fine. I’ll eat this later. Thanks.”

  “You free for dinner?” he asked, his tone light.

  “Maybe. Why?”

  “Come by my place. I’ll order fried chicken.”

  “Takeout fried chic
ken?” I asked in disapproval.

  “We can always work out after. In the shower.”

  The words had me blinking, then staring. At first, I thought he was joking, but there was such a heated look in his gaze that it left me speechless. He smirked. Then Gavin sauntered to the locker room, telling me to have fun practicing.

  The fiend.

  I stared at his firm ass the whole time.

  *****

  The accident happened at the most convenient of time—right when my instincts were at their peak, and I managed to swerve before I crashed my car completely into the wall and…well, killed myself.

  That didn’t stop the injury, though. My body was numb from the pain, but before I could react, Gavin’s face was there.

  It took a while for the medics to navigate me out. Gavin stayed with me the whole time. The pain wasn’t excruciating, but we still headed to the hospital as fast as we could, where I was checked by the doctor. To my relief, I only got some shallow wounds on my shoulder, which he stitched up after giving me some pain medication to numb it, and he said I’d be as good as new in the next few days.

  Good news, all in all.

  Gavin wasn’t pleased, though. He took me home and refused to leave, and we ended up eating at my place and ordering that takeout he promised. I finished it off with my slice of cheesecake, then a hot bath that he insisted on running for me. I soaked in it for a good half an hour, almost falling asleep before I got startled at something banging in the kitchen. Curiosity got the best of me, and I cut my bath short and wandered out the bedroom, where I found him preparing foods in some Tupperware.

  “What are all these for?”

  “Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Snacks. All healthy. I don’t want you stressing your shoulder out from too much cooking, and I know you don’t dig takeout.”

  Stunned, I looked at the selection, then at the efficient way he stacked them up. It was so…organized, and the most touching thing that had ever been done for me.

  I must have been staring too long, because Gavin paused. “Is everything okay? Are you hurting?”

  My heart constricted, but I shook my head. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to.”