ELEVEN
DRUNK WAS AN
UNDERSTATEMENT. GAVIN WAS CERTAIN the manager of Bernards was going
to kiss him when he walked out with Elizabeth, Shawnelle, and
Haley.
In fact, he heard
their voices as soon as he walked in the front door. They were
laughing. Loud. They were doing everything in high-pitched voices.
Talking. Yelling. Squealing. Cussing.
He wondered if he
and his friends were that obnoxious when they were
drunk.
Probably.
Elizabeth squealed
and flung her arms around him when she saw him, then pressed kisses
all over his face.
Definitely drunk.
Which probably accounted for the “love you” she’d said on the
phone. Drunken declarations of love never counted, so he’d brushed
it off as meaningless.
He extricated what
seemed to be eight arms from him, poured the women into his car,
buckled them in, and drove Shawnelle and Haley home first. He’d
already given Tommy and Dedrick a heads up, so they were waiting
for him outside when he pulled up at the hotel where they were both
staying.
“Woman, you got no
sense,” Deed said with a smile and a shake of his
head.
“Yeah, but you love
me anyway.” Shawnelle laughed as Dedrick pulled her out of the
car.
Tommy just scooped
Haley up and carried her, since she’d passed out on the ride
over.
“Thanks, man,”
Dedrick said over his shoulder.
“No
problem.”
He climbed back
inside and headed to the beach house, forced to listen to
Elizabeth’s off-key singing along to the radio the entire
way.
He turned the volume
down, deciding talk was a better option.
“So you had
fun?”
She grinned. “We had
a lot of fun. We had a few drinks, you know.”
Yeah, he knew. The
tequila smell filled his car. “Really. Just a few?”
She giggled and
kicked her shoes off. “Okay, a lot.”
She started singing
again, leaned forward to turn the volume up on the
radio.
It was a good thing
he really liked Elizabeth, because she couldn’t sing for
shit.
He pulled into the
driveway, but before he could get his seatbelt off, she’d thrown
the door open and bounded out, her shoes and purse forgotten. She
went around the side of the house and disappeared into the
dark.
Good lord. He
grabbed her purse and shoes, went in through the front door, dumped
her stuff, and headed out back.
She was on the deck,
stripping her clothes off. She was down to her bra and panties, and
it was making his dick hard seeing her on his deck like that. He
brought his focus up to her face.
“What are you doing,
honey?”
“Getting
naked.”
“I see that.
Why?”
She turned to him
and gave him a wicked grin. “I want to go skinny dipping in the
ocean.”
He couldn’t help but
smile at her. She was a really cute drunk. Dumb and senseless, but
cute. “I don’t think swimming drunk in the ocean is a really good
idea.”
“By myself, of
course not. But you’ll be with me to keep me from drowning.” She
unhooked her bra and waved it at him, then dropped it on the
floor.
She made a good
point. So did her nipples.
“So? Are you going
to get naked and go skinny dipping with me?”
“Do you know how
cold the ocean is at night?”
“Suck it up. I’ll
warm your cock and balls when we get back inside. Then you can fuck
me.”
She shimmied out of
her panties and stood naked in front of him, her hands on her
hips.
He sighed and pulled
off his shirt and dropped his shorts. Her gaze rocketed to his
cock, already semi-hard at the thought of taking her to bed
later.
He should be ashamed
of himself, thinking of taking advantage of her in her drunken
state.
Then again, the cold
water should sober her up a little.
She laughed and
turned, making a beeline for the water. He ran after her, easily
overtaking her. He got to the water before she did and dove in,
waiting for her. She leaped in, the waves crashing into her and
knocking her over.
Gavin was there to
pull her up, and she came up sputtering and laughing.
“Holy shit, that’s
cold.”
“Told
ya.”
She splashed him
with water, then grabbed him as another wave rushed over them. Her
legs wrapped around his, and he dug into the sandy bottom to hold
them both steady as the water battered at them.
She laughed as they
stood waist high in the water and took a beating.
“You think this is
fun? It’s freezing out here. My balls are the size of
walnuts.”
She kissed him. “I
told you I’d warm them up when we got back inside. This is living,
Gavin.”
“This is freezing,
Elizabeth. Your nipples are frozen and poking my
chest.”
She rubbed them
against him, tilted her head back, and dragged her hair against the
water. “It feels great.”
“You’re numb and
feel nothing. I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“Ha. You will not.”
She pushed away from him and floated on top of the
waves.
But she was
obviously enjoying herself, laughing and acting like a kid. He
liked seeing her this way, unguarded and free, even if it took
several pitchers of margaritas to get her to relax.
And she was
obviously warmed by tequila. He was not. He was freezing and had
had enough. He scooped her up in his arms.
“Okay, ocean
mermaid, time to head into a warm shower before my dick freezes and
falls off.”
She lifted her head
and focused slightly bleary eyes on him. “If you
insist.”
He carried her out
of the water and into the house, where he deposited her wet,
dripping body on his bathroom floor. He turned on the shower and
tried not to shiver as the water heated, then directed her inside
and followed her.
Hot water had never
felt so good. Her body was chilled, but she leaned against the wall
and grinned while he washed the sea out of her hair, rinsed it, and
put that conditioner stuff on it. Then he soaped up her
body.
She was at least
pliant, turning whichever way he told her to.
“You ready to get
out? Think you can dry yourself and make it to bed while I
wash?”
Instead, she took
his soap in her hands and lifted her gaze to his. “I’m not ready to
get out yet. Turn around and let me wash you.”
He wasn’t going to
argue. He gave her his back, and she rubbed soap all over him.
There was something about her hands on his body—even if it was just
his back—that got him hard. Maybe it was the closeness of being in
the shower together or the heat and steam from the water or the
fact that his teeth weren’t chattering anymore.
And maybe it was
just Elizabeth, who replaced her hands on his back with her breasts
as she moved into him and wound her arms around him to rub the soap
across his chest and stomach, her breasts soaping his back as she
slid back and forth.
When her hands
snaked lower, he looked down to watch rivers of soap streaming
toward his very hard cock.
“Turn around,
Gavin.”
He took the soap
from her hands, put it on the shelf, and let the shower spray rinse
him. Then he turned and grabbed the spray nozzle, lifting it from
the holder to rinse all the soap from her breasts, using his hands
to smooth the bubbles from her nipples.
She giggled. “That
tickles.”
He directed the
spray over her belly and between her legs. She lifted her gaze to
his. “That doesn’t tickle. It feels good.”
“Do you get yourself
off with shower spray?”
She nodded. “It’s an
easy orgasm. Fast and hard when I’m in a hurry.”
His cock twitched.
He replaced the sprayer, then turned and slipped his hand between
her legs. She gasped. “Fast and hard, huh? Is that how you like
it?”
She gasped and
reached for his shoulders as he rubbed her pussy. “Sometimes when I
really need to come.”
He put his other arm
around her, then slipped two fingers into her pussy, continuing to
rub her clit with his hand. “Do you really need to come,
Elizabeth?”
“It’s all I’ve been
thinking about since we’ve been in here, since I’ve been touching
you.”
He pulled his
fingers out and pushed her against the wall, dropped to his knees
and lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder so he
could spread her wide for him.
She had the most
beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. Plump, juicy lips and a pretty tuft
of red hair covering her sex. She was glistening wet, and he
couldn’t wait to taste her. He cupped her butt cheeks and drew her
to his mouth, sliding his tongue over her pussy lips.
“Oh, God, Gavin.
Yes, that’s so good.”
He licked her clit,
put his mouth over her, and sucked the bud, rolling his tongue over
it. She pushed her pelvis against him, silently asking for more. He
moved his tongue all over her, from her clit to her pussy, licking
her all over.
The water cascaded
down her belly and over her sex, washing into his mouth as he
devoured her. He wondered if that added to the sensation. He hoped
so, because he wanted her going crazy as he made her come. He
slipped his finger inside her, pumped it in and out, swirled his
tongue over her clit, and felt her pussy grip his finger. He added
another and another, and each time her pussy tightened, her moans
grew louder and her hands slapped the wall.
“Dammit, Gavin,” she
cried.
He kept the focus of
his tongue around her clit, licking her with relentless strokes
while fucking her pussy harder with his fingers.
“Oh, God, I’m
coming. Suck my clit.”
He latched on to her
clit and gave it a hard suck as her pussy constricted around his
finger, and she shook with the force of her climax. She cried out,
her fingers digging into his hair as she held on.
He rose, lifted her
leg over his hip, and drove into her while she was still climaxing.
She screamed, and he kissed her, drinking in her cries as he pumped
up into her still convulsing pussy.
God, she was tight,
still coming as he took her into another climax. Her eyes flew
open, and she dug her nails into his shoulders and bit his lip,
moaning as she came.
Fuck. Fuck. It was
so good feeling her squeeze his cock as she came again. He felt his
own orgasm rushing toward him, and he held on to her ass, rocking
against her as he burst inside her. He kissed her deeply, his
tongue winding with hers, his groans mixing with hers as his climax
hit him with a devastating force that nearly buckled him and left
him sweating and panting.
He leaned his
forehead against the cool tile wall of the shower. Elizabeth was
limp against him as he withdrew and rinsed them both, then turned
off the shower. He guided her out of the shower and dried her hair
and body.
She was done for,
her eyes no more than slits. He lifted her and carried her to bed,
tucked her under the covers. He climbed in with her, pulled the
covers up, and slid up behind her. She wiggled her butt against his
crotch and mumbled a few contented words.
That’s exactly what
he was.
Content. With
Elizabeth.
And didn’t that have
danger signals pinging in his head?