Love Me

Chapter Six

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.

“Fuck, I’m so turned on,” he muttered, removing her bra. He flung it aside, slid her panties down and then picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She hit the mattress and bounced with a gasp.

“Gavin!”

Then he was beside her, on top of her, all over her, his hands everywhere, hard and warm, squeezing her breasts, sliding into the wetness between her legs. He spread her slick juices over the swollen, tender flesh there. “Love how wet you are,” he murmured, pressing his mouth between her breasts. “Wet for me.”

“Yes.” She quivered at his touch, arched into his hand. God, how many times could she come in one night? Surely not again…but Gavin’s hand was knowing and practiced, and his fingers had coaxed another orgasm out of her before she’d even caught her breath, she was so primed and juicy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Gavin, stop. I’m on overload.”

“Is there such a thing?” His voice was low, muffled as he kissed her breasts. Her nipples were tender and swollen and the tug of his mouth zapped a current straight down to her cunt. Again. Sweet Jesus.

He sucked on her nipples for long moments, hard then soft, biting then licking, until her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, dazed, breathless, her hips rolling against him in a needy rhythm. She held his silky head to her breast, absorbing the feel of him, aware only of the sensation in the two sensitive points of her nipples and the ache between her legs.

When he lifted his head, she took in a long breath, then rolled him. He made it easy for her, let her push him on to his back and reach for his cock. Christ, he was hard. She had to stop and just look at him, his beautiful swollen cock, pulsing and dripping. She bent her head to taste him, licked over the head, pulling another groan from deep in his chest.

“Wow.” She pressed gentle lips to the tip of his cock. “You’re ready to go again.”

“Ah, hell,” he muttered. He fisted his hands in her long hair and tugged. “You make me so hard, baby.”

“Yeah.” She licked him some more, up and down, then took him in her mouth as deep as she could, sucking on him and making him shudder and growl. He pumped into her mouth in a faster and faster rhythm.

“I’m gonna come, Mel,” he hissed, tugging on her hair. She shook her head, her mouth still full of him. She wanted him to come in her mouth. There were things they hadn’t done together and this was one of them. Earlier she’d licked his come off him and she’d loved the taste of it, the tanginess it left in her mouth making her want more. So she sucked on him, curled her fingers around his balls and squeezed gently, then tugged them away from his body. “Ah…Melina…” He was pulling her hair so hard it almost hurt, but in a good way, and then he was coming in her mouth, she could feel the hot semen spurting and she sucked and swallowed until the jerky movements of his hips stilled.

She slid her mouth off his cock, slowly, lingering on the tip, swirling her tongue around to catch any last drops, then lifted her eyes to gaze at him up the length of his body. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Melina.”

She blinked at him, gave him a small smile, licked him again. “You taste so good.”

His eyes fell closed and she slid her body up his, rubbed her breasts across his chest, then snuggled in beside him. Their bodies fit perfectly together in bed, despite their size difference, and his arms came warmly around her and pulled her closer.

Melina took in long, slow breaths, happier than she’d been in weeks as she fell into sleep. Things would be okay now.

The alarm clock startled her into wakefulness. She lifted a confused head, watched blearily as Gavin rolled out of bed and slapped the alarm off. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“Work.” He turned and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll see you later.”

“But it’s Saturday.” She struggled to sit up, shove her hair off her face, but he pushed her back down.

“Yeah, but I have the whole team coming in to work on some last minute things.”

She flopped back down on the bed. God, this could not be happening. She’d been so sure last night that things were different, back to normal. She wanted to spend all day in bed with him. She stared at the ceiling as he quickly dressed and left the bedroom.

Alone, she rolled to her side. The tears started. How could he do this? Again? She just wanted to be with him, just wanted to know that she came first with him, that she was as important to him as he was to her.

But apparently that wasn’t the case.

Despondent, hurt, she cried herself back to sleep. She woke up a few hours later, her head aching, eyes gritty and swollen. With a moan, she rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to find some aspirin. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, hair mussed, eyes puffy and pink, lips swollen. She looked miserable. She felt miserable.

She went back into the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed, looked up at the ceiling.

What was going on with her life?

Things were crappy between her and Gavin. She’d been trying everything to get him back and last night she thought she’d done it. But apparently, she hadn’t.

She blew out a long, dejected breath and looked around the room. Their bedroom. Both their belongings, in their apartment. Her heart squeezed and cracked a little, the pain almost beyond bearing. She and Gavin were over.

Because if she had to go to that extreme—holy mother of God, having sex with another woman—what hope was there for their relationship anyway?