ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ

Gav: You're already making the next few days hard as hell, hope you know that. I'm going to TRY to abstain.

Gav: Try being the operative word. I want as much saved up for you this weekend as possible.

Gav: You better be limber, I intend to keep you on your toes. Or off them completely.

Gav: We could play a game of 'the floor is lava'. But naked.

Lux: Do you think you could make it even without jerking off? I wonder how much your balls would swell up in that time. Just how much cum you'd have waiting for me.

Lux: You're seriously making me weak with all of your ideas. I would have never anticipated that you'd make me feel like this, just from a few words.

Lux: In other words... you're really fucking good at this sexting thing.

It was rare that Gavin had a sexual experience that was reciprocal.  Most of those who wound up in his bed simply hung on for dear life and did well enough just to last long enough for him to cum.  Fewer still could match his stamina and drive.  And actually focus on his pleasure?  Get him off?  Lux managed it seemingly without even trying.  Even before she’d freed him from his shorts he was ready to cum.  It took everything in him to hold together as she sank down on him, flayed him with her nails and her teeth and her tongue and her cunt and her warm body sliding against his own.  The experience threw him into overdrive, lost in the current that was sweeping them along together … and loosing an awful lot of bath water onto the floor.  Everything he gave, Gavin got back full force from the amazing woman and were riding him.  Christ, how she rode!

“Damn it …” he cursed in a grunt against her neck. “How the hell do you do that?  The thing with your hips …” he squeezed her waist with his hands, thumbs reaching down towards the juncture of the bombshell’s thighs, marveling at how she managed to roll on every downward thrust just so.  It made the world spin around him and was making it impossible to hold out. “I can’t … Fuck, Lux, I can’t help it I’m going to cum  Go with me,” he pleaded, raring back and raising his arms to cup her face from either side, staring into it with a longing that bordered on painful, peppering her mouth with breathless kisses. “Take what’s yours and give me what’s mine … Every … drop!”  Thrusting hard enough to make the heavy old tub shudder on the tiles and holding Lux as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth the world exploded around Gavin in white heat broken only by her eyes and the safe harbor of her mouth he savored.  And surrendered.

HOW THE FUCK Lux was going to survive this was beyond her. Gavin’s force, his breath, his hot body, his perfect fucking cock, were all driving her towards that singular moment when they would lose their sanity together. Yes, she was an animal now, in all of the best ways, humping him in the water (of which there was very little now), nails clawing at him, never fucking enough. “I just... fuck...” Lux’s eyes rolled back, her neck extending, back arching as she rode Gavin hard, clinging to every moment. “I just take... what I want...” Her voice was hoarse, her lips parting, and she let out a whine as she allowed herself to be consumed. When Gavin warned that he was going to cum, telling her to let go with him, Lux had no choice but to obey.

It was like her body had been created for this. For them. It was like every molecule had grown for this purpose alone. Lux’s body tensed, cunt clamping down on Gavin’s girth, her breath suspending for a few, glorious moments. And when she felt him release, hot, sticky, hard... she lost it. Lux all but screamed, gripping the back of Gavin’s neck, pulling herself in against him as her body was wracked with waves of pleasure. She shuddered, but her hips moved of their own volition, rutting against him, quick, hard, fast, driving his cock into her in shallow fucks. Her whimpers came against Gavin’s ear, clinging to him for dear life as she rode out her orgasm against him. When it slowed, so did she, only then resting against his chest, hers heaving from the effort. “I don’t... know how you do that to me... every time.”

“I guess we’re both breaking stereotypes and busting down each other’s expectations,” he teased, the playful tone curling into a hiss when her teeth found his earlobe. Pressing his lips to her pulse point, Felix dragged his smooth palms up her figure. “Is that what you need?” he husked, his hands finding her delicate shoulders. He could hear her heart beating, could practically smell her desire in the air. Felix shoved her downward, quickly moving his hips directly in front of her pretty face. “I’ll make you choke, honey. Your pretty eyes will be full of tears while your mouth is full of my hard cock.”

Gav: I can't wait til you see the pool. And 'too much' doesn't exist in my vocabulary, Lux.

Gav: That's what I want, you covered to head to toe in nothing but me and wrecking both me and the sheets with you. Totally spent and filthy and loving it.

Gav: Sunday will be just for aftercare. It'll have to be if we are going to be in any shape to get back to town on Monday. Especially since there's a suspension point in the living room ...

Gav: It's enough that you'll be thinking about all this.

Lux: I don't need all of the pomp and circumstance. Being with you is enough, trust me.

Lux: I don't know how you can make something so fucking filthy sound like it's out of a romance novel. I'm so into you, Gav. It's unreal.

Lux: There's a suspension point? Holy fuck. Yes, please. I'm here for it, I'm ready. I'll start doing my stretches so I'm ready. ;)

Cal: Good girl. We love someone who can take direction...or doesn't and likes the consequences. I give out great punishments. I'll edge you until you're so desperate to cum that you're shaking with need.

Cal: That librarian was hot as fuck. I don't know why we got banned, it's not like we did it ON the books

Cal: Okay, well, I might have knocked a few books over, but none of them were harmed.

Cal: Mmm, yes, something very slutty. Should we talk safe words now? Or when you get here?

Candy: we can play good cop bad cop with you, how do you feel about handcuffs?

Candy: because we got caught with her three times, at that point it was either they ban us or fire her

Candy: oooh I guess Cal's feeling real kinky tonight~

Lux: Look at me, already doing all the right things. But if the punishment is edging until I'm weak... well. I suppose I may aim to misbehave a little. Handcuffs sound truly amazing. I've never used the real kind. Might enjoy that.

Lux: That's a very lucky librarian. And I'm about to be a very lucky wolf.

Lux: I use traffic lights for safe words. Yellow if I need you to change it up, red if I need you to stop. Does that work for you? As long as you don't kill me, I have no limits, so... have fun.

Maeve was a snoop. Growing up in a small town where one person’s business was everyone’s business had left her with a curiosity that couldn’t be diminished. “You sure?” She quirked a brow at Lux, wondering if there was something…unsavory about Gavin that she was hiding. “Because I don’t think that napkin would be so torn up if you got along with him.” As much as she wanted to know if there was something bad going on, Maeve wasn’t sure she could handle hearing that the werewolf alpha was someone she didn’t think he was. “I can keep a secret, I swear…you know, if it’s something you’re worried about getting out.”

IT WAS WITH a girlish breath of a laugh that Lux’s face blanched. She really was terrible at lying under certain circumstances. It was easy when the line involved a fantasy between two people; that was understood. And Lux had practice lying to men, telling them with some measure of feigned confidence that they were the best fuck she’d ever had. But when saddled with a new lie? Lux failed. Miserably. “It’s not... him. It’s us, really. I don’t know. It’s personal, sort of, but we get along well. Really well. As in... care about him a lot well.”

A lot of people weren’t as comfortable with the topic of sex as Cal was. Hell, there had been a time where he wasn’t very comfortable with it at all. Meeting someone who was willing to share ideas and swap experiences was always a thrill. His gaze fell to her lips when she spoke again, and he had to force himself to meet her eye. “How about I give you my number?” Cal offered, running his hand down her arm before fishing his phone out of his pocket. “And then we can pick somewhere a bit more private to talk.” He glanced around, wondering for the first time if there was anyone listening in. “We wouldn’t want to give away all of our secrets for free.”