Gavin

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a girl.

Not that I don’t enjoy it – because fuck, I really do. There’s nothing better than the taste of a woman and the high you get from making them come with your mouth. It’s an indescribable feeling.

But there’s an intimacy to it that I haven’t been interested in since…well, since Camille. She wasn’t my girlfriend, but we dated in high school. I was completely infatuated with her because she was older and I met her through my brother.

She taught me…well, a lot. Not only from a sexual standpoint, but how not to lose your heart to someone who is heartless.

I’ve been with many since Camille, but half of them didn’t want me going down on them, or I didn’t have the time or luxury to do it. The act itself was too much trouble and work to make it worthwhile.

Kady, on the other hand, is worth the trouble. And based on the sexy, lethargic grin she’s wearing right now, I think it was worth it for her, too.  Wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand, Kady scoots up the bed and beckons me up with her crooked finger.

“Come here,” she purrs, just like the kitten she is. “I want to show you something.”

I raise a brow. “Oh yeah? I have a pretty fucking good view from down here.”

But I do as she asks and slink up and over her body, trailing my fingers up her legs as I go, dipping them into the wetness where I just had my mouth. She wiggles and squirms, pulling my arm away with a tsking sound.

She pats the bed beside her naked body. “Right here.”

I shift on my side and turn on my back, sweeping my arms behind my head. I may look relaxed, but arousal courses through me like raging rapids. My erection is as hard as a motherfucker and has a pretty good idea where this is heading.

Literally, to my head.

“I’m all yours,” I murmur and then groan as I watch the controlled grace of her slender body straddle me, pinning me down between her legs.

My cock twitches against the warmth that radiates where our bodies connect and we both let out similar grunts of pleasure. Mine a masculine, low sound; hers pure femininity.

Kady slides her soft hands down along the valley between my pecs, her fingers fanning out through the dusting of chest hair that adorns my torso. Some guys go through the hassle of shaving and waxing that shit, but I’ve never had the time, nor the inclination. I figure God put it there for a reason. Same thing down below. Although I provide the courtesy of manscaping for my ‘guests’.

She gives a coy grin as her fingertips tease a trail over one of my nipples, flicking it with a short, manicured nail. I love it when a girl touches me there. Kady’s touch sends shocks of pleasure to my dick and I can’t help but buck my hips in the air. She laughs and presses her hands into my chest to keep from falling over.

“Whoa there, cowboy. Don’t go throwing me off just yet. I’m not done with my ride.”

This girl.

She’s perfectly uninhibited. Spunky and spirited. Kady carries an inner light that blazes so bright, it’ll either warm you from the glow or burn you from intensity of her heat. Her zest for life is like she’s trying to capture the sun’s rays to sprinkle them everywhere she goes.

Kady leans down and places soft kisses along my collarbone, her tongue sweeping out and flicking my nipples as she makes her way south. As she does this, her pussy slides over my erection and I’m momentarily frozen with the thought of just pushing up and in. How easy it would be to sink into her heat and be swallowed up in her.

I discard the thought because I’ve always been careful and used condoms, and I don’t plan to stop now. But damn, Kady would feel so good. I already know how wet and tight she feels, and the way it felt around my fingers when her walls contracted tightly from her climax.

Her progression continues, as her ass is now down at my knees and her mouth at my navel. She places kisses everywhere along the path, her nose pressing against my abdomen, her hands roaming the planes of my torso, praising me as she does with little whimpers and commentary.

God, you’re so strong.

Your muscles are so big.

I’ve never seen such a big…

And then her mouth finally makes contact with my straining dick. She sucks in a huge breath of air, blowing it out slow and steady so that I can feel the heat whisk across my crown.

I curse, but it gets stuck in my throat when I feel the soft texture of her tongue gliding up the underside of my cock. It’s one long lick from base to tip.

When she gets to the top, she swirls it around the head, tracing delicate patterns around the tip, like she did with the gelato. I groan in erotic pleasure. The sight of her doing this is so sexy. I knew this would be good.

I watch as she dips her chin and then opens her mouth, stretching wide to accommodate my girth. It’s like I’ve found heaven. Nothing…well, maybe one other thing…compares to this. My muscles are tense, strung tight as I climb up that ladder of desire. The more she sucks and adds the friction of her hand, the closer and closer I get to the top, where I’ll let loose and fall off into the abyss of pleasure. 

Her hand grips and tightens at the base of my cock, encircling it with her fingers, her mouth and hand moving in perfect synchronicity.

I place my hand on the top of her head, sifting my calloused fingers through her satiny strands, and she moans. The vibration from her sound rockets through me as my hips instinctively lift, which thrusts me further down her throat. When the head touches the back of her throat, I let out a loud groan of pain as she gags slightly.

The pleasure kind of pain. The one that signals for release. Which is about to happen any minute now.

“Sorry…you gotta stop,” I plead.

She lifts her head with a knowing smirk. “Well, that was quick.”

I huff out a laugh and grab onto her shoulders to flip her over onto her back. I press my thigh between her legs, nestling my large body into the V of her small frame and lean down to whisper in her ear.

“I’ve been hard for you since the moment I saw your beautiful smile.”

I make sure she knows the truth in my confession by sliding my cock through her wet folds so she can feel how desperate I am for her.

I watch her mouth open, eyes fluttering closed and her teeth sinking into her lower lip. The moan she gives jars something deep inside of me and I can’t stop myself when I do it again.

I’m nearly lost now when I glance down between us and notice the glistening tip of my cock, covered in her wetness, mixing with my own pearl of moisture.

“Ah fuck, Kitty.”

Before I lose myself any further and do something I’ll regret, I grab a condom out of the bedside drawer. Ripping it open with one hand and my mouth, I spit the wrapper out on the floor and quickly roll it over my leaking dick.

Centered once again over her beautiful nakedness, my eyes peruse over her face and breasts. A pink flush coats her creamy skin where I gently nip at her neck, underneath her ear, up and over her hairline and back down her jaw until I reach her lips.

The kiss starts off gentle, like butterfly wings flapping over a soft breeze, and then deepens. When I feel her fingernails dig into my ass, I know she’s desperate for me. But I want to make sure.

Pulling away, leaving her shiny wet lips parted in disappointment, I ask her the question.

“Are you ready?”

Her eyes pop open, the vibrant blue intense with invitation and desire.

She nods her head once. “Yes. I want you, Gavin.”

I take possession of her mouth and line myself up at her entrance. Pushing the tip inside barely an inch, I stop, allowing her a chance to adjust to my size. She’s so small, I need to be careful.

Her fingers tighten on my ass, as she gasps. I feel her tight inner walls relax as they form around me. I move again, pulling out and pushing in for another pass, this time further and with a bit more force. On the third attempt, I’m fully seated and our bodies now joined completely. We both sigh in unison.

Kady wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my backside, allowing for deeper penetration and better leverage. I push up onto my arms, my biceps straining in this position, and I begin to thrust. With every drag and slide in and out, my heart rate increases. Our breaths become ragged and choppy. All the while, Kady continues to chant, “Yes…there…that….mm…more…”

There have been times in my exuberant youth and inexperience when I’ve been a selfish lover, not caring whether I got the girl there or not. But with Kady, I want to give her everything. I want her to feel so much more than she’s ever felt with anyone else.

So even though she’s already orgasmed with my mouth, I want her to come again. Maybe it isn’t a completely selfless act, because I’m dying to feel her spasm around my cock just like she did with my fingers.

“Are you close?” I ask, hoping for the affirmative, but willing to give more to make it happen.

“Mm…so close. Need…faster…”

Okay, I can work with that.

I begin pumping and thrusting faster. Harder. With more force than I probably should, considering she’s so tiny, but her moans aren’t out of pain. It’s clear that I’m driving her closer to the edge. Hitting her in that spot that will send her flying. 

With every other thrust, I grind my pelvis into hers. Each time I do, she gasps and groans, her body undulating and trembling underneath me looking for more friction. On the third time, her fingernails scrape down the length of my back and she stills.

She squeezes and pulses, murmuring my name in breathless little whispers, prompting the start of my own unbelievable orgasm.

I pump a few more times, fast and furious, and then the climax that was gaining momentum low in my spine for days, rumbles from my fist-tight balls and up through my cock. I come...

…and come

…and come…filling up the condom with the force of my release.

When I’m finally able to move again, I lift my head, which was nestled in the softness of Kady’s neck, and find her staring at me with a look I can’t decipher.

My heart speeds up with worry. Did I hurt her? Was I too rough?

Fuck, I kind of lost it there for a brief period. Maybe I did or said something that she didn’t like.

“Are you okay?” I’m almost anxious for her response.

And then a brilliant, warm smile takes over her face and she turns her head, cheeks flushed with the bloom of embarrassed shyness. So completely unlike her.

Kady closes her eyes and makes a soft noise as I pull out of her body, holding on to the condom as I do.

“I gotta go take care of this.”

She mumbles something and turns on her side to watch me walk into the bathroom. I close the door behind me but don’t latch it all the way, taking care of business and washing my hands before returning to bed.

I’m surprised by the tug of need to be near her. From the doorway, I notice her long blonde and blue-streaked hair fanning across my pillow and a serene look awash over her face. I could spend hours just watching her. Touching her. Making her come and scream my name as she surrenders her release to me.

She’s so beautiful. Independent and strong. She’s brave and bold. Yet as she lays serenely and superbly fucked in my bed, the sheets rumpled around her naked body, she appears soft, sweet and in need of my protection.

Climbing into bed behind her, I take a chance and wrap her up in my arms. I half-expect her to walk out of here and back into her own room. Instead, she snuggles her backside into me, unintentionally grinding against my half-hard cock, which springs to life again with that small amount of pressure. It doesn’t go unnoticed and she laughs.

“So, it’s true what they say about athletes, then?”

“What’s that?”

She glances over her shoulder at me and I kiss the tip of her nose dotted with freckles, my lips caressing her cheek and down her jawline. She invites me to her neck when she stretches her head out against the pillow. She smells so sweet. Peaches and cream.

“The stamina.”

I feather a hand down her side as we lay cocooned in each other’s warmth and nakedness.

“I do have a lot of stamina, but it’s all because of you. You get me hard like this.”

There’s no doubt in my mind that we’ll fuck again tonight, maybe a few more times before the sun comes up. But right now, I’m content just holding her in my arms. I want to know more about her. What makes her tick. What she wants out of life. And how we’re going to navigate our time together now that we’ve had sex.

I decide I don’t want our time to come to an end just yet. I need more time with Kady. Not only time in my bed, but just in general.

I prop myself up on my elbow and look down. “What do you think about going to Rome tomorrow morning? Hang out there for the next two days. I have to be down there for a game, anyway, so I’ll just go early. I can show you the sights, you can go to the consulate and get your ID replaced and then you can catch a flight to Madrid from there.”

“Really?” she asks excitedly, flipping over in my arms to face me. “I don’t want to be in your way or cramp your style.”

I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”

She places her hand behind my head, stroking at my neck and up into my scalp. It feels amazing and I practically melt into her touch.

“Well, your female fans might get upset if you’re seen hanging out with a woman. They seem a bit obsessed with their American ball player.” She waggles her eyebrows.

I’ll admit, it’s been exciting to be swarmed by beautiful women whenever I’m out. I hadn’t expected to be received so well overseas or to gain such a fanatic fanbase here in Italy. Especially since the Italian’s first love is football (the European kind) and basketball isn’t even a close second. But I do get recognized and I’m quite often mobbed by fans. Under normal circumstances, it isn’t that big of a deal, but it could be awkward for Kady. I hadn’t thought about it that way. She might not like the notoriety.

I shrug my shoulder as if unconcerned. “Well, I guess if the women are interested, I can always invite them to join us.”

There’s a brief pause as Kady interprets whether I’m joking or not. I have to turn my head away so she can’t see the smile I’m trying to hide.

I wait for it…3…2…1…she smacks me on my bicep and pushes me backwards on the bed. I bob back up.

“Shut it, you. You’re just a big oaf and completely full of yourself.”

I grunt playfully at the punch she just threw and laugh. She eyes me suspiciously, her blue eyes squinting as if trying to discern the truth.

“Have you? Ever had a threesome? Cause you joked about it the other day, but I’m not so sure you were kidding. I’ve heard about a lot of professional players use their celebrity to indulge in certain sexual activities. I’m not passing judgment, or anything. I think it’s kind of hot. I’m just not sure I’d be into it – the sharing thing. I’ve had to do that with my sister all my life.”

Oh fuck. Now I’m completely hard again. Is she saying she and her twin have shared sexual partners?

She must see the look on my face and her eyes widen.

“Shit, I didn’t mean it that way, you perv. I just meant that I don’t think I’d be into sharing with another girl. But,” she hesitates, fiddling with an imaginary piece of lint on the sheet. “I have kissed a girl before.”

That’s what I like about Kady. She’s one hundred percent honest in her sexuality. It makes me want to open up to her, too. I have nothing to lose in this situation, unless she really does pass judgment and looks at me in shame.

I pull her close, stroking the smooth curve of her spine to make sure she knows I’m here with her and only her. She’s the one I want.

“That’s pretty hot. And yeah, I sort of have had a three-way,” I admit with a slight hesitation and embarrassment. “I, uh…well, these two girls came up to me in a bar a few months back and took me back to their hotel room. I didn’t fuck them both, but I did watch them get each other off.”

I stop for a second when she makes a tiny noise from somewhere in the back of her throat. Oh shit, it turned her on.

“Did you like it?” she asks in a husky voice.

I think about her question and consider how to answer. What red-blooded man wouldn’t enjoy it? Of course, I liked it. But not as much as I’ve enjoyed this with her. There was no intimacy in the act with the two girls back then. I was detached, looking in from the outside. As if watching a scene from a porn movie or girls at a strip club.

My cock grows and strains into the soft flesh of her belly because the conversation is all about sex and desires.

“Sure, it was hot. But it wasn’t like this. I didn’t feel anything for them as I do for you. I didn’t share anything with them. Do you feel this, Kady?”

I bring her hand to my heart. It’s beating wildly and spastically.

“I want to hear about your “I kissed a girl” moment. Did you like it?” I ask teasingly, leading her hand between us and placing her palm against my growing, twitching cock.

I let go and maneuver my hand between her legs, allowing my finger to lightly drift over her center, still damp from earlier. She’s petal soft and dewy wet, as my thumb and finger spread her open, flicking at her swollen clit.

She cries out and pushes against me, her hand trapped between her body and my thrumming dick.

“Tell me…did it turn you on to kiss another woman? Her soft lips against yours? Her small tongue inside your mouth? Did she use her mouth here, too?”

I tap at her clit and her breath speeds up, her chest heaving with anticipation and excitement.

She stammers. “Yes…no…I don’t know. I can’t think when you do that.”

It makes me insanely happy to know I can distract her to the point of losing her conversational skills. In fact, I’m pretty close to that, too.

And then she grins that sexy, kittenish Kady smile and my dick knows he’s getting lucky again.

Her voice is sexed-up and flirty when she replies.

“When in Rome.”