Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

“Breathe,”

“Good.”

“That’s good. Just like that. I need you to relax and let me in, princess. C...

He moaned and nodded, his eyes darker than normal as h...

“G...

“You know what to do if you want ...

“Good, you’re doing so good for me. Fuck, you feel fucking incredible, Gavin.”

“You okay, baby?” His skin was damp with sweat, and I wanted to lick it up, wanted everything that was his. Gavin swallowed, his throat clicking, and said thickly, “Yeah. Fuck. It feels…it feels perfect.” “Yeah, it really fucking does.” I kissed his cheekbone and said, “I’m gonna fuck you now.” His eyes held a challenge when they met mine, and he said tauntingly, “You keep saying that, but you haven’t⁠—” I pushed up onto my knuckles, drew my hips back and then thrust into him so hard the bed rattled against the wall. He cried out, hands flying to my waist, fingers digging into my skin as I dragged my cock out until just the tip was inside him. “Haven’t what?” I panted, staring down at him as I slowly pushed my way back in.

I held myself up on one hand, grabbed onto his hair with the other and started slamming into him over and over again, not giving a single shit that the bed was pounding into the wall with the force of my thrusts. Gavin’s lips were parted and he stared up at me as long as he could, until I pulled his hair and his eyes rolled back, until his muscles locked up with every brush of my cock against his prostate, and when he was finally able to croak out, “Harder,” I yanked his head to the side and bit down on his neck like the animal he’d turned me into, pounding into him so hard that all he could do was lie there and take it. A fierce wave of possessiveness crashed over me, making me want to mark him permanently, let the world know he was mine. But first I would let him know.

“You’re fucking mine,” I said harshly, tugging his head to the side and pressing my lips to his ear as I fucked into him. “You’re mine and you’ve always been mine. Haven’t you?” “Yes…fuck, unngh, god, yes,” he choked out. His fingers dug into my flank, as if he wanted to feel me fucking him, feel the power behind every thrust. I bit down on his jaw, feeling the orgasm start to crest when he made a sound that was coated in ecstasy. He was completely gone, lost in the pleasure I was giving him, that we were sharing, and the primal satisfaction of that set every molecule of my being ablaze. “Becky,” he whined, hands fumbling on my face as he pulled me down, and I knew he was close. “Fuck, yes, come on my cock, baby,”

“Hey, baby,” I said, looking into his eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t fucking call me baby.” “Why not?” “Just don’t.” “What about…baby hippo?” His brows scrunched together in confusion, his lip curling in disgust. “If I’m an elephant, then you’re a baby hippo.” The look of outraged horror on his face was almost comical. “Are you serious right now? Hippos are ugly as shit.” I laughed. “I think they’re cute. But they’re vicious, too. Just. Like. You.” I punctuated each word with a kiss on his face, and then he was shoving me away again, smooshing his hand into my face.

“You want to use my body, princess?” I would let him do anything he wanted to me. Gavin whimpered softly, his hands curling over my shoulders. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Yes.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, then his flushed cheek. “Will I be the first man you’ve ever fucked?” He groaned and said, “You fucking know you will.” “Mm. I want to watch your face when you fuck a man for the first time,” I said, brushing the hair off his forehead. “I want to see you lose control, to feel you coming hard inside me. I need to see you when you fuck me, Gavin.”

“Or would you rather I fuck myself on you, use your cock and make you come inside me?” “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed. His dick was getting hard again, and I wished I had the same short refractory period he did because I wanted to fuck him again so damn badly. Slower this time. I wanted the only sounds to be him panting and moaning and whining, wanted to make him beg for me to go harder, faster. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you again,” I groaned, burying my face in his neck. His hands drifted across my shoulder blades, fingers trailing down my spine and back up again. “Beck?” “Mm.” “Did you mean what you said the other night?”

like how it feels when you’re inside me, even when you’re not hard.” My lips parted as my heart began to pound. My cock twitched at those words, and Gavin’s eyes practically glazed over when he felt it. “Yeah,” he grunted. “I fucking love that. Feeling you there, filling me.” “Jesus Christ,” I rasped. My dick was trying its best to rally, and all I wanted to do for the rest of the day was lay on top of him with my cock buried in his ass.

And I tried to make you hate me because you just kept trying to talk to me, kept looking at me with all that fucking hurt in your eyes and—if my dad ever found out I was talking to you or hanging out with you, the punishment would be worse than anything he’d given me before. He said he was going to send me away to a place that wouldn’t be as nice as he was. I didn’t want him to send me away because then I wouldn’t even get to see you. I was so scared that anything would be the last straw for him, and he would send me away or kick me out for good, like he kept telling me he would.

I was his fucking first? I’d be his last, too. His everything. Forever his.

“Just sex? You gave me your fucking virginity!” “Ugh, gross, don’t fucking call it that,” he said with disgust, shoving at my face. “What, virginity?” I shook his hands off and smirked, then bit his scowling lip. “Are you mad that I loved fucking your tight virgin hole, princess? Does it piss you off that I’m the only one who’s ever gotten to see how fucking sexy you are when you come?”

Oh, holy shit. Images of Gavin crawling to me on his hands and knees flooded my mind, and my fucking god, I needed that. I spread my legs and let him come between them, and when he ran his hot hands up my thighs, scorching me through my sweatpants, when he turned his head up and hit me with those wild amber eyes, when a slow smile spread across his cheeks and his fingers crept higher until they were at the waistband of my pants, I whispered, “Fuck.” Gavin looked up at me and said, “I wanna see if I like my lips around your cock, Becky.” “Fuck,” I said again, my vocabulary reduced to the only thing I wanted to do with him.

“I want you to fuck my face, Becky. I want you to use me and come down my throat.”

“Say please, princess.”

“Please. Please fuck my face. Fucking use me.”

“You are so fucking perfect,” I murmured. “Keep your eyes on mine, baby. Don’t you dare look away.”

“This mouth is mine and only mine. I am the only one who ever gets to see you like this, you hear me? Mine.” I pumped into the back of his throat, gently at first, testing what he could take. He kept his eyes on mine, his hands wrapped around the back of my calves. I started thrusting harder, my cock slipping deeper and deeper, his mouth stretched open and his eyes watering. With every inch I gained, Gavin’s hands squeezed tighter and tighter.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking good.”

“Hold onto me, princess.”

If anyone were to ask me when I started loving Gavin Forster, I’d tell them I was six years old and he’d come barreling out of his house, tripping over himself with a huge grin on his face and a joy in his eyes I’d never seen on anyone before—a joy that was all for me.

If anyone were to ask me when I fell in love with him, I’d tell them I was thirteen years old and one day, when we were just lying in his backyard watching fat, lazy clouds roll across the blue, blue sky, I realized my regular old love had shifted into something more powerful than I’d ever felt before, something that made my chest ache any time I looked at him. I never looked away if I could help it. I grew addicted to that feeling.

If Gavin himself were to ask me, I’d tell him I’d always loved him, ev...

But if someone were to ask me why I ever thought I could rid myself of that love, I wouldn’t have an answer. When you loved someone as deeply as I loved Gavin, when that someone made up every single memory of your youth, when they were so deeply embedded in you that you could feel them press against your hea...

I don’t really know myself very well these days, and yeah, being so close to you again really fucks with my head, mostly because of how I treated you. I struggle with it.” His eyes cut back to mine, making my heart jolt. “But you are worth every moment of that struggle, Beck. Every fucking moment. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I do know that the only place I want to be is by your side.” He glanced down between our bodies and said, “Or sitting on top of you.”

“Sucking my dick doesn’t count as punishment, princess. That’s more of a reward, don’t you think? And I’m not sure you deserve a reward.”

“You are doing so, so well, princess. Things like this are going to happen. It’s inevitable, considering how small this town is. But you can handle it. I know you can. Don’t let your past stand in the way of who you’re becoming.”

“You make me wish for things that just aren’t possible,”

“Who says they’re not possible?” he asked, sinking to a crouch. “You? Or the voices in your head that can fuck right off?”

“Why do you even want me?” I said roughly. “I mean, what do I even do for you? All I do is take from you! I’m nothing like the boy you knew. I’m mangled and broken. Just…pieces of me growing around each other, trying to form some kind of—of humanoid shape. Trying and failing.”

“I don’t want you. I need you. I’ve always needed you. Whole, mangled, torn into pieces, I will take you however you are. You are the only thing in my life that’s ever been worth something. The only person I felt like I might not be able to live without. And every moment we were apart was not spent living, Gavin. Just surviving. The fact that I get a second chance with that boy—who is now a man that I care deeply about and want to see succeed more than I’ve wanted anything in my life—the fact that I get that, after thinking I’d never have you again, is almost surreal. I keep asking myself if any of this is real, but it is. I promise you, it is.”

“I’m the sky and you’re the stars, remember? It’s my job to hold you up and let you shine. So let me do my job, baby.”

“I’ll give you what you want when you tell me you’re mine,” he murmured in my ear. He kept thrusting against me, slow pumps that were destroying my sanity as his dick slid between my cheeks and rubbed along my hole. When he grabbed my hair in a rough hold and pulled, I arched my back and pressed into him as hard as I could, moaning shamelessly. He pulled himself off me abruptly and I heard him say, “Fuck,” as I reached back for him, needing him on me again.

“I’m yours,” I choked out, grinding into the floor. “Yours, yours, yours, please, Beck, please,” I begged, hating the cool air slipping between us now. He still had his hand in my hair, and I could hear him breathing hard. I heard the pop of a cap, then felt his fingers, slick with lube, as he rubbed them down my crease and slipped two inside me. My breath hitched, and then my eyes rolled back, an inferno of ecstasy burning through me as he fucked his fingers in and out of my hole. He used his knees to spread my legs wider, moving my thighs up,

“Are you gonna make a mess for me, princess? I want you to come all over yourself without touching your cock,” he growled.

“Well, it’s definitely not because of your tattoos,” he joked. When I didn’t laugh, when I just stayed silent, shaking beneath him, he kissed my cheek and said, “Because you’re you. Because I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. Because under all the layers of protection you’ve covered yourself with, you’re good and generous and strong and brave and you’re letting yourself be all those things again. I looked up to you when we were kids. I still look up to you now, because even with everything you’ve been through, you never stopped fighting. You might think you did, and maybe consciously you made the choice to. But there is a part of you that never once stopped. So…I love you for everything you were, everything you are, and everything you’re choosing to be.”

“Do you know why I call you princess, princess?”

“Honestly, I did it to piss you off at first,” I started. That earned me a scoff. “But now…it’s because I want to kneel at your feet and worship you for as long as you’ll let me. It’s okay if you don’t feel good enough right now. You’re good enough for me. And, Gavin,” I said, squeezing his thigh. His eyes were glittering in the light, flickering like the stars above his head. “I’m not something you need to earn. What I feel for you is unconditional, okay? That means that no matter what, I will love you. I am willingly giving you my love. It’s free, baby. There’s nothing you need to do to earn it. Do you trust me?”

“Then trust me when I say that you are worthy of everything. Your dad’s lies are not your truth. He dug himself deep, I know that, and it’s gonna take time to drag him out, I know that too. But one way or another, we are going to get rid of him until you are left with just yourself again. Just you. And baby, there is nothing more beautiful than you.”

“You are the only reason I’m still here right now,” he said softly. “I stayed because you stayed. Wherever you are is the only place I ever want to be because you are everything to me, Beck. You always have been.”

“I’ve always loved you. And when I lost you…I lost the best part of myself.” I could see my reflection in his eyes, the only place I belonged. Gavin slid his hand over my naked chest, brushing his fingers through the smattering of hair until he splayed his hand over my heart. “Me, too,” he said softly. I stroked his cheek and said, “I lost my best friend. I lost everything. You are everything, and I lost you.” Gavin ran his fingers through my chest hair, plucking gently at the curls as he listened to me with a solemn expression. I quietly finished what I needed to say. What I needed him to hear. “I won’t lose you again. I won’t let anyone take you from me, and I won’t ever let you take yourself from me. Not when I’ve finally found you again.”

“Then don’t lose me, Becky.”

“I love you, too.”

“Or you’ll what? It’s free. For you, it’s free. There is no price I wouldn’t pay to make sure you’re safe. To make sure you’re where you belong.” His hand tightened on the steering wheel, and he gave me a look that was like a lightning bolt to the heart as he squeezed my thigh. But still, I choked out, “I’m paying you back. Please, Beck.”

“You’re too fucking violent, you know that? You need to learn how to use your words, baby.” I pushed even closer to him. “Oh yeah? You gonna teach me, Becky? What words should I use?” His smile was slow and predatory. “There’s only one word I want from you.” I swallowed hard, clutching at his shirt. “Say please, princess.”