Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2) (32 page)

He down shifted gears as the car rolled to a stop at
a red light. His eyes widened and he asked, “She did what?”

R
ambling, I said, “She came up to me in the restroom and told me you were a good fuck, but not to believe anything you said. She said you made her feel special, and that you would get bored with me and drop off the face of the earth.” I paused, biting my lip. I knew I should just shut up, but couldn’t help myself. “She said that you told her how good she felt wrapped around your cock, how much she enjoyed hearing you tell her to fuck you.”

Gavin slammed his fist onto the steering wheel.

His sudden anger scared me, and at the same time caused a twinge of arousal to flare in me.

“
Damn it! Conniving bitch.” He let out a frustrated growl.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I knew I should just let the topic go, but my sadistic personality just had to keep nagging. I wanted to know that I was different than her, some way.
I needed to hear him tell me it was different.

“How many times did you screw her?”
I glanced over at him momentarily.

“What does it matter?”

“I just want to know.”

“Really
? You really want me to answer this?” He paused and waited on me to say something. I sat in silence waiting for him to answer me. “I don’t know — a handful of times.”

My stomach turned. I
thought he may say once, twice, but a handful?

“A handful?”
My voice grew loud and I glared at him.

“Yes, maybe four or five times.” He looke
d over at me and could tell he’d hurt me.

I think he
knew it wasn’t the fact that he’d slept with her that was bothering me, but the thought that he’d end things with me like he did her.

“Don’t do that. Don’t even think that
, Brooke. It’s not the same. There was no passion. There was no desire, no
want
.” He paused. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just trying to ruin us. She’s angry because I didn’t want her.” He released another aggravated sigh. “Damn woman!”

The entire situation stirred bravery within me and I snidely asked,
“Us?” I looked over at him; the streetlights cast shadows across his chiseled face. “What are
we,
anyway, Gavin?”

R
eaching over, he placed his hand on my leg. He slowly rubbed his thumb over my knee as he spoke. “Well, I have no intentions of seeing anyone else. You’re all I want, Brooke. You consume my thoughts. I wake up wanting to be with you, I go to sleep thinking about you. I’m completely taken with you. Honestly, I feel ridiculous for not being able to control my attraction to you any better than I have.” He pulled my hand up to his lips and tenderly kissed the back of it. “I’m all yours if you’ll have me,” he smiled and briefly glanced toward me to see the reaction his words caused.

I sat there
blinking. I could feel a small smile form on my face, but didn’t know what to say to him.

P
lacing my hand back down in my lap, he ran his fingers along my knee. He pushed back the bunched-up material of my dress and trailed his fingers up the inside of my leg. When he reached the top of my thigh his fingers glided across to the indention of my leg.

His mouth flipped up
. “Oh, no panties, I see. Sexy.”

“The
dress was too tight.”

“No, tell me you did that for me.” He looked
over at me and stroked my opening with his fingers.

“That too, I wanted to turn you on.”

“Mmmm.” His eyes flickered wickedly in the light from the dashboard. “You don’t have to try to do that, Brooke.”

He
glided his finger inside of me, bending and flexing his finger as he caressed the delicate skin. His thumb pressed my clit and massaged it with hard, circular motions. My back arched as he pushed his finger deeper inside me. My hips rose as he seduced me with his fingers.

The
street lights flashed through the windshield, blurring from the speed of the car. The radio blared, almost drowning out the whimpers he coerced from me. The car took a hard right turn onto a side street and I slammed up against the door.

Gavin
dug his fingers deeper into me, matching the tempo of the music. I felt a wave of heat flood over me. I moaned as he slowed the movements of his fingers. Hard contractions tightened my muscles around his fingers and my hips involuntarily pushed up, the strap of the seat belt digging into my hips.

Pulling
his fingers out of me, he stuck them in his mouth one at a time, wrapping his lips around each one as he sucked the taste of me from them. “I love watching you come,” he said as he shifted the gear. The green of his eyes almost seemed electrified.

I
wanted more of him. I tugged at the seat belt and forced it under my arm. Reaching over, I undid the fly to his tuxedo pants, carefully pulling his dick from the material. I ran my fingers along the side of it, admiring the silky feeling of his skin. Leaning over, I teasingly flicked the tip of his head with my tongue, running it down the length of him and then back up to his thick head. I placed just his head in my mouth and circled my tongue around it.

Gavin let out a long moan of pleasure
, reaching over to the console to shift the gear again. I started to wonder if he’d bought this car for the simple fact that the gear shift was positioned so far up on the console.

Slowly, I
made my way down on him, pressing my tongue on the front of his dick as my mouth enveloped him, taking in part of him at times and the whole of him other times. My hand was positioned at the base of his shaft, rhythmically moving with my mouth. I brushed my lips over his head and gave soft kisses to his skin.

D
own shifting again, he let off of the accelerator.

I put him back into my mouth
after giving several long, hard strokes to him with my tongue.

Gavin
removed his hand from the gear stick, placing it on the back of my neck. He entwined his fingers in my hair and tugged lightly.

“Your lips – God, I love the way they feel around me,” he panted.

I went further down on him and he groaned. His hands slammed onto the steering wheel and I felt his legs stiffen as he succumbed to me. His foot pressed on the accelerator and the car sped down the dark road. Swallowing, I lifted my head. His eyes cut over to me and he wet his lip with his tongue, letting out a satisfied sigh.

That was the first time he’d let me just please him.

“I love how you do that,” he said as we pulled into his driveway. “And don’t think I’m done with you.” He pulled himself back into his pants and hastily unfastened his seatbelt.

H
e opened my door and leaned in. Grabbing me and pulling me from his car, he tossed me over his shoulder. His hand slapped against my ass as he made his way up the sidewalk to the front of his house.

G
rowling, he said, “God, I just want to fuck you.”

He slammed the door to his car and walked to
ward the front of his house, fishing in his pants pocket for the keys. I heard the clink of metal hitting metal and the sound of the key fitting into the lock as he opened the large wooden door.

Gavin’s
house was completely dark. He didn’t bother flipping on any lights, he just took me straight through to his bed room, tossing me down on his bed.

His mouth crushed over mine in a possessive embrace,
his hands gliding through my hair. He grabbed fistfuls of it and then released it only to gather more up between his fingers. Moving his hands down to my breasts, he ravenously grabbed my flesh. Gavin pushed the strap of my dress down under my breast and bit down tenderly on my nipple, the sensation creating chill bumps all over my body.

He
pushed himself away from me and pulled his tuxedo jacket off. “I’ll be right back,” he said, hopping up and running down the hall.

Music
came through the speakers over his bed and then the volume got louder. I laid there listening to the song “Passenger” by the Deftones, anxiously waiting on him to come back to me.

I heard his dress shoes
tap across his hardwood floor and then saw him reappear in the doorway. His large shadow commanded my full attention. I was unable to remove my eyes from him as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. He reached down and pulled each of his shoes off, then unzipped his pants. Coming over to the bed, he stood at its edge with only his boxers on.

I
grabbed the waist of his boxers and pushed them down. Feeling back up across the skin of his ass, he forced me back onto his bed and yanked my dress off. I was afraid he may rip the dress from the way he was grabbing the material and pulling on it. Gavin’s hands greedily ran up my legs, up my stomach, across my breasts, and up my neck.

He leane
d down to kiss me. “You’re mine,” he said before he pressed his lips against mine and moved his tongue inside my mouth. Biting down on my bottom lip, he pulled away and whispered, “
All
mine.”

I spread my legs
open, our eyes meeting in a heated stare. That deliciously wicked smile of his tore across his face and he said, “No one else would ever be able to please you the way that I do. This –” he caressed my pussy, his smile fading into a controlling, assertive glare, his voice deepening, threatening me to deny his words, “—this belongs to me.”

My chest tightened and the blood drained from my extremities and pooled in my abdomen. His words
were almost torture and sent me into a frenzied arousal.

He paused and
pushed himself fully into me. Moving himself in and out of me slowly as the screaming whispers of the music picked up, his speed quickened and his thrusts became harder. He pulled one of my legs up and kissed down my calf toward my thigh as he fucked me. I watched him moving to the beat of the music and realized this music embodied the way he fucked: soft and sensual, then hard and possessive.

Raw. It was absolutely raw.

“I can’t get deep enough in you,” he said between heavy breaths, wrapping his arms around my back and lifting me off of his bed.

Le
aning back, he stood up and adjusted my body on his. I moved my hips, riding him as hard as I could stand. He walked over to his dresser and sat me down on it. Pushing my legs open as wide as he could spread them, he grabbed onto my ass and yanked me to the edge. I could see his eyes locked between my legs, watching himself pump deep into me. Gavin hung his head over my shoulder and his tongue traced across the skin of my neck. I could feel the blood flowing hard through my jugular when he bit down on the skin surrounding it. I let out a moan as he thrust himself into me, at times pulling himself out fully, allowing me to feel the difference between his head and perfectly shaped dick.

His dresser bang
ed against the wall from his hard movements, causing a frame to topple over. I heard glass shatter on the floor.

Gavin
picked me up and threw me against the wall. His body melted into mine and I dropped one leg to the ground. My toes barely grazed the floor because he had pinned me so tightly against the cool wall. He shoved one of my legs up and held my knee against my breast.

Gavin crouched
down and pushed himself back inside me, forcing my legs farther apart with his knee. I could hear his sac hitting the wall as he relentlessly fucked me. My toes left the floor as he drove me further up the wall. The slickness of his skin combined with the sensation of him against me sent me into an instant oblivion. I ran my hands up his neck, my nails scratching at the surface of his skin as I drug them across his body. I pulled his hair down and ran my hand underneath his loose waves. Grabbing fistfuls of his coarse hair, I tugged his head back, tilting it to the side.

He
groaned, “Rough, love, I like it rough!” as I pulled harder on his hair.

I pressed my tongue against his neck
, the salty taste of his skin filling my mouth. Raking my teeth against his skin, I bit down hard in the spot where his neck met his shoulders. My hands gripped his hard chest and pushed him backwards.

He sat in the
floor; his hands braced him as he leaned back.

He reached down and began to stroke himself
. His jaw tightened and he inhaled, his white teeth stood out as he stared at me, a look of deep seated hunger and need flickering in his eyes. The sight of him touching himself was a completely unexpected turn-on. I dropped to my knees and made my way toward him, my gaze fixated on what he was doing.

A rush,
a flood, a torrent of need made its way over my body. Never before had I ever experienced the want for someone, for something the way I was at that very moment. I climbed over his legs, swatting his hand away from what was mine, and straddled him. He grabbed my hips, pushing himself deep into me, smoothly making his way through my constricting muscles.

L
eaning over him, I placed my hands on the floor beside his head. I moved on top of him, grinding down and arching the small of my back as I pulled myself up on him. He tugged on my shoulders and pushed me down hard onto him, holding me so tightly I couldn’t move.