Garrett pushes a hand between us, forcing me backward before he rolls off the bed. His hand disappears in the drawer, but he gets distracted, suddenly changing direction. He produces a tiny, pink glass plug with a gem on the end, and his forehead creases as he studies it. His mouth pops open, the light in his eyes dancing as his gaze pinballs between me, the pink plug in his palm, and down to his XL cock.
“Don’t even fucking think about it, Andersen.” I’ll try almost anything once, but I’m not remotely close to being ready to try that.
“Yeah,” he agrees, head bobbing, as if it’d actually been up for discussion. “Yeah, too big.”
He tucks the plug away and pulls out a purple silicone wand. The slim body gains girth toward the head and curves in the most delicious way to ensure it never misses your G-spot.
Garrett places my feet flat on the mattress, spreading my legs wide as he crawls between me. “Your day,” he murmurs. “What were you saying?”
“You can’t seriously expect me to finish telling you about my day when you—oooh.” My toes curl and my head falls backward, fingers gripping the sheets as Garrett places the vibrating head against my clit, making my legs quiver and my spine shake.
“Your coach wants you and Simon Syphilis to pretend to date.”
“And you said no.” The words are a garbled cry as he teases me, slipping the toy through my slit, prodding without actually penetrating, circling my clit until I’m on the verge of tears. “Garrett.”
“It physically pains me that he gets to put his hands on you. No need to give him more than he deserves.”
My breath leaves me on a choked exhale as he pushes in just a touch, and when he pulls it out while smirking, I might combust.
“I swear to God, Garrett, if you don’t f-f-f-fuuuck. Oh my…oooh.” My back arches as the wand slides inside, stretching me just right, finding that spot that makes me shiver.
“Look at you, sunshine. Taking all of this cock like a good girl.” He presses warm, wet kisses to the inside of my thigh as he pulls the toy out and sinks it back in, slow, twisting as he goes. “What else? Tell me more.”
One broad thumb finds my clit, rubbing gently with agonizingly slow circles. All I can think about as I pant under his control is how badly I wish it were him inside me.
“Jennie. Tell me, or I stop.”
“Krissy was being rude for no reason other than that she likes to exert her superiority over me just so she can hurt my feelings,” I blurt, tossing my head back with a moan as that magical wand hits my favorite spot, harder this time.
“Who’s Krissy?”
I tear at the sheet as Garrett plunges faster. “Another dancer. All the girls got together last weekend and she said…she forgot to…invite-me-oh-my-fucking-God, yes, please.” His thumb matches the tempo of the dildo thrusting inside me, making me whimper. “I don’t know why they don’t like me.”
“Fuck ’em. You don’t need them. You’ve got me. I like you.”
Garrett’s mouth trails up my thighs, trading between gentle nips and the wicked lash of his tongue, all while never giving up on the pumping, the delirious way he fucks me that makes me want to scream for more. Part of me wants to give it all up, and I’m talking about more than my body.
I can’t, though, so I’ll tuck it away like I always do. I’m so used to giving up only pieces of myself, I don’t even know how to be whole with someone anymore.
“Anything else?” Garrett asks, tongue swirling around my belly button. He takes the purple gem between his teeth, giving it a little tug, and the simple action tows me closer to that cliff. I’m about to throw myself off it, watching as he lowers his face. “Go on, sunshine.” He flicks his tongue over that tight bud of nerves, teasing me. “Answer the question.”
“I-I-I—” I shake my head, clapping my hands over my face. What’s happened to me? What has he done to me in only a matter of weeks? I’m losing my mind, and instead of caring, I fist his hair, holding him in place as he laps and laves, and I spill my guts about the job offer, the potential new life that waits in Toronto after graduation.
Garrett’s tongue stops its lashing, and he slowly removes the toy. He lays his cheek on the inside of my thigh, pouting up at me.
“Why are you looking at me like that? And more importantly—” I gesture at my crotch, “—why are you not finishing dessert? I’m not above sitting on your face and making you.”
Garrett chuckles. “You can sit on my face any day, sunshine.” Slowly, he sinks the wand, smiling at my throaty groan. “I’m looking at you like this because you just put a time limit on the best fun I’ve ever had.”
I rock into his hand, silently asking for more, but he doesn’t relent. “The best fun? You aren’t even getting laid.”
“Don’t really give a fuck.”
“I don’t know if I want to go,” I admit.
His brows tug down. “Why not?”
“I’m not sure it’s, oooh, the future I want for my-my-myself.” I throw my head back as a mangled sound leaves my throat, part irritation, part pleasure. “Garrett, please.”
“We’ll talk about this later.” His gaze holds mine, playful, teasing, as he licks a leisurely path up my slit. “Now I’m gonna finish fucking you.” He promptly impales me with the dildo, his grin self-righteous and pleased when I cry out his name.
Garrett’s mouth suctions over my clit as he thrusts in and out, faster, harder, hitting that spot every time until I’m nothing but a whimpering, quaking mess, begging to come. He grips my throat, gliding up my body, the touch of his gaze possessive and feral. A pleasure so fierce unfurls in my belly as he brings me higher than I’ve ever been before.
“I fucking love watching you come, and I fucking love being the one to get you there.” His mouth takes mine in a searing, plunging kiss that leaves me breathless. He rests his forehead against mine, watching me unravel. “Come for me, sunshine,” he demands, and I do, nails shredding his shoulders as I cling to him, and he swallows his name as it leaves my mouth, over and over.
The pads of his fingers press deeper into my throat as he forces me to meet his gaze.
“You see how you could still talk through that? That won’t happen when it’s my cock inside you.”
“You gonna tell me why you don’t wanna take your dream job in Toronto?” Garrett’s hand closes around mine, bringing my spoon to his mouth, and I frown as he swallows my Corn Pops. He’s already had two bowls.
“Why does everyone keep saying it’s my dream job?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” At the look on his face, I laugh. When he reaches for my spoon again, I shove it in my mouth. “I wanted to dance, and I wanted to teach it. It’s just…” I lift a shoulder. “My mind changes all the time. I spent my childhood dreaming of being a ballerina, dancing in The Nutcracker in New York. But then I grew up, and all my ballet dreams flew out the window.”
“So you don’t want to teach anymore?”