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me with a startled expression that quickly vanished when I reached over and pushed the stop button. I dropped to my knees even as he said my name. I smiled up at him and reached for his belt. He caught his breath, his hand brushing over my curls before settling on my head. I opened his pants and reached into his underwear, wrapping my fingers around him. His lips parted as I pulled his cock out, stroking it as it hardened.
    “What do you want, Gavin?” I asked, my mouth close to his cock, but not touching it. It twitched as I breathed on his skin. I glanced up at him. “Tell me what you want.”
    “You,” he said gruffly.
    I smiled as I lightly ran my fingers over his cock. “Are you going to take what you want?”
    “Are you teasing me?” His fingers dug into my hair. There was an edge to his voice that sent a thrill through me.
    “And if I am?” I asked coyly.
    He took a shaky breath, but his voice was steady when he spoke. “Open your mouth.”
    I did as I was told, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as Gavin drew my head toward him. His cock slid across my tongue and the taste of salt – skin and water – burst through my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, letting him control how deep he went. It was the ultimate act of trust. Him trusting me not to use my teeth or panic. Me trusting him not to give more than I could take.
    I put my hands on hips for balance, but didn't try to take control. He thrust slowly at first, his gaze on me as he gauged my reaction. When he saw whatever it was that he was looking for, his hand tightened and he began to move faster. His cock slid into the back of my mouth and I focused on relaxing my throat, giving Gavin whatever access he wanted.
    Some women might feel that being on their knees, allowing a man to fuck their mouth, was humiliating. I found it heady, powerful. The way I felt his cock swelling in my mouth. The moans coming from his mouth. How his fingers dug into my scalp.
    He pushed deep, forcing his entire length into my mouth. He held me there and I fought the urge to pull back. I took slow breaths through my nose and worked on not gagging. Just when I thought it'd be too much, he released me and took a step back.
    I coughed, but made sure I gave Gavin a watery smile. I wanted him to know I thoroughly enjoyed the start of what I hoped would be something even more fun.
    He reached down and pulled me to my feet, his eyes blazing. He crushed me against him, his lips coming down on mine with bruising force. His tongue forced open my mouth, plundering every inch while his hands slid under my shirt, caressing bare skin.
    I moaned, but took a step back. I wanted him so badly, but not here. An elevator quickie sounded exciting, but wasn't what I wanted right now. I reached behind me and hit the button to get us going again, then gestured toward Gavin's exposed cock.
    “As much as I'm sure there are a lot of women – and men – who'd appreciate the view.” I took a step toward him. “That's mine.”
    He grinned at me as he tucked himself into his pants and pulled his jacket around to hide his erection. He was just in time too. One floor up, the elevator stopped and a pair of gray-haired women climbed on. They glanced at me, then at Gavin, before turning back to me. The taller of the two winked, but the other was bolder.
    “If I'd had him in here, I would've kept the elevator stopped for a lot longer.”
    A burst of laughter bubbled out of me and, after a moment, Gavin and the old women both joined in. We laughed until we reached our floor and then said good-bye to the two strangers. The good humor lasted until we entered the hotel room and then it shifted.
    Gavin's arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and latched my mouth to his neck. He moaned as I lightly bit down before pressing my lips against his ear. “My turn to leave a mark.” His hands flexed against me and I sucked his skin into my mouth again.
    As he lowered me to