“Yeah, sounds good. You still want to drive?”
I nod once again.
“Okay Mr. Talkative.” She starts to slide off the backend of the car and I grab hold of her waist, easing her down. She rests her hands on my chest and I dip my head, kissing her right there, in front of everyone. I hope that girl I went to school with sees me making my claim. Because that’s what I’m doing.
Ava Callahan is mine.
And nobody else’s.
It takes us about thirty minutes to get to the lake, and once I’m finally pulling into the parking lot of the day-use area, it’s completely dark. There’s a campground not too far off, but it’s not at capacity since summer is over. There are a few campers there though, and as I roll down our windows, I can smell the smoke from their campfires. Can even hear their faint conversation in the distance.
“It’s a nice night,” Ava says.
“It is,” I agree, suddenly feeling awkward.
Let’s get real right now.
The only reason you bring a girl to sit by the water in your car—well, her car—is to get busy in the backseat. A little making out. Maybe a lot of making out. Hands up the shirt. Hands beneath the skirt. I wouldn’t mind actually getting some fingers under the panties action tonight, but I don’t know. I want to respect her—and I mean that. I don’t want it all to be about sex between us.
But damn. I get around her and all I can think about is sex. What will it be like with Ava? I don’t know what she looks like when she’s naked, but I do know what she looks like when she comes.
She’s beautiful.
What will she look like when she comes with me inside her? What does she taste like? Will she ever let me go down on her? Does she give blowjobs? Has she ever actually given a blowjob? My guess is no.
Girlfriend was down for touching my dick earlier though, and that was awesome. Right there in the parking lot too. Like I’ve thought before, she is a good girl who’s secretly desperate to be bad.
I am more than willing to be her own personal bad boy.
“Should we sit outside?” she asks, turning her head to look at me.
I meet her gaze, trying to communicate with her through my eyes. The last thing I want to do is go outside. And what, sit on top of a picnic bench and listen to the fish jump in the water? I’ve done that before. It’s boring.
There are a lot of other, far more interesting things Ava and I can be doing right now.
“Let’s hop in the backseat,” I say, hoping my voice is light and casual when I’m feeling anything but.
She gazes at me, her eyes wide and unblinking. “Okay.”
I unlock the doors and get out of the car, throwing open the back door and sliding back in. She does the same thing. Our doors slam simultaneously and, without hesitation, we reach for each other, our lips crashing.
She tastes like salsa and Ava. Not a bad combo at all. Her hands are in my hair and she’s tugging on the ends, like she wants something more from me. I don’t know what, but I’m keeping the kiss pretty tame at first. My hands stay firmly on her waist as I devour her mouth. I can’t get enough of her. Ever.
Will it always feel this way between us?
After long, delicious minutes, she breaks the kiss first, tilting her head back against the seat, as if she needs to catch her breath. I watch her for a moment, studying the tempting rise and fall of her chest. The seductive way she licks her lips. I don’t even think she realizes what she’s doing to me.
Unable to resist, I run my mouth along the length of her throat, starting just under her chin. I kiss and lick the sensitive skin there, and she shivers. I trail my fingers down the side of her neck, watching as goosebumps rise on her flesh. A soft sigh escapes her, the sound going straight to my dick.
Typical.
I kiss her chest, the skin exposed by her dress’s neckline. I kiss her collarbone. I rest my hand on her hip, her thigh. I sneak my fingers beneath the hem of her dress and touch her bare knee, the inside of it. Her skin is warm and smooth. Everything about her is warm and smooth. And she smells so damn good. Sweeter than usual, like vanilla. Like a cookie I want to gobble up.
Unable to help myself, my fingers go to the front of her dress and I slowly undo the buttons. One by one by one, my fingers brushing against her skin. The fabric falls open on its own but I help it along a little bit, pushing it aside to reveal her lacy white bra. Her pink nipples strain beneath the delicate lace.
I blink once. Twice. My dick swells. She is pure innocence tonight. All I want to do is dirty her up.
She opens her eyes, her gaze never leaving mine, as she finishes undoing the buttons herself. They go down the entirety of her dress, and I’m frozen. Entranced. When that last button is undone, she spreads the fabric open, revealing her matching white lace panties.
“Fuck,” I whisper in wonder, drinking her in. She had to have bought the matching set for me, right? Like what sixteen-year-old girl wears matching panties and a bra every day? Not one I’ve ever known.
Ava shrugs out of the dress and sits there in just her bra and panties. All that smooth, glowing skin on display. I don’t know where to touch her first.
“Take off your shirt,” she says, and I don’t even hesitate. I whip that fucker off so fast, I almost give myself whiplash. Nearly choke myself when my necklace gets tangled in the neckline of my T-shirt.
When the hottest girl alive basically tells you to strip, you do it. Even if you almost kill yourself.
She leans in and touches the #1 pendant I wear around my neck, lightly tracing it with her index finger. I go completely still. I don’t even think I’m breathing.
“Who gave you this?” she asks, her voice soft, her gaze locked on my throat.
“My dad. For my birthday, when I turned sixteen and was stupidly egotistical.” High on my fucking superiority, or so I thought. Becoming the starting quarterback as a sophomore was a big deal, and it went straight to my head.
“You believe you’re not stupidly egotistical anymore?” Her gaze lifts to mine, her lips curled into a barely there smile.
There is nothing better than seeing the girl you’ve fantasized about for so long sitting in front of you in nothing but virginal white lace. It’s hot. “I’ve still got a huge ego.”
The smile grows. “You don’t say.”
“I’ve got something else huge to show you too.” I cover my cock with my hand and give it a jerk.
She bursts out laughing. “You’re ridiculous. Seriously.”
“You think so?” I raise a brow, leaning into her.
Ava nods, her eyes sparkling. “Definitely.”
I kiss her once, my mouth hovering above hers. “My sophomore year I was the starting quarterback for our varsity team.”
I leave out the part where our senior QB was injured and I had to step in for him. Sounds cooler this way. Like they chose my ass versus me lucking out.
“Very impressive.” She reaches out, streaking her fingers lightly down the front of my chest. I don’t think she’s impressed at all. Look at her family. I’m just another chump compared to her legendary father. “You know what else is impressive? Your abs.”
“Ah, she finally appreciates all the hard work I put into my body,” I tease her.
“I’ve been appreciating it for a while.” Her fingers drift across my stomach, making the muscles contract beneath her touch. She is way too close to where I want her hand the most.
“Really? I had no idea.” I didn’t. She doesn’t make too many suggestive remarks or compliment me on much of anything. Not that I need compliments or suggestive remarks, but I guess I’m sort of used to it.
“Your shoulders are broad.” She runs her hand across my shoulder. “And your biceps are huge.” Her fingers trail down the length of my arm. “And your chest…”
Her voice drifts, and she gives me a shove. I fall back into the seat willingly, watching in barely restrained fascination as she climbs on top of me. Straddles me in just her panties an
d bra, resting her hands on my shoulders before she leans in and whispers in my ear, “Your thighs make me a little crazy.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
I try to say something, but my mouth is too dry. I clear my throat. Lick my lips. Rest my hands lightly on her slender waist. I feel like I could explode in my shorts right now, just looking at her like this.
She is my dream girl. Sounds fucking stupid but it’s true. And that’s on God.
“They’re so big,” she says as she places both of her thighs around one of mine and slowly grinds against it. “Very muscular.”
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” I mutter, gripping the back of her head and kissing her to keep her from saying anything else that’ll have me losing every inch of control I’m barely hanging on to.
She opens up to me easily. There are no more shy, hesitant kisses from Ava. Now she’s bold. Just as she promised me at my house that one night, she gives as good as she gets. I race my fingers up her spine, hesitate at the clasp of her bra for just a second, before I slowly undo it. The bra springs away from her skin and she breaks away from my mouth first, shedding the scrap of lace quickly.
“Wait a minute.” I stop her from kissing me once again, my hands on her shoulders, holding her away from me so I can really see her. I lift my gaze to hers, my voice dead serious as I confess, “I didn’t bring any condoms with me.” I hesitate only for a second. “And I really don’t want our first time to be in a car. When I’m finally inside you, we need to be in a bed.”
She blinks. Her cheeks flush a rosy pink. “That’s okay. I’d rather do—other stuff tonight.”
Well damn. That’s all the invitation I need.
Once she says those words, it’s on. We basically attack each other. Mouths locked, tongues in a battle, hands everywhere. She’s practically naked in my arms, and while I’d love to strip her bare, it’s pretty fucking hot to feel her grind her lacy panties against my thigh. The fabric grows damper and damper, and I know she wants me. I know if I sunk my fingers into her, she’d be drenched.
But I don’t want to take things too far and potentially end the night too soon. She’s on fire at the moment, but things could change. Girls can be delicate about this stuff. And that’s not me being a sexist asshole either. It’s true.
I’m trying to be motherfuckin’ respectful.
She keeps whispering my name, though. And she clutches me tight, like she’s desperate. I can feel her nipples poking against my chest and that’s pretty damn awesome. I think it’s time I give my girl the relief she’s seeking.
I’m already gripping her hip with my right hand, so carefully, slowly, I slip it between her legs. Press my palm against her pussy. Aw shit. Just like I suspected, she’s soaked. A choked moan falls from her parted lips and I watch her, never looking away as I slowly sneak my index finger inside her panties.
Ava closes her eyes tight, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when I begin to stroke. Tease. Caress. I brace her hip with my other hand, keeping her in place, fascinated with the pink flush that slowly takes over her skin. How she undulates her hips against my thigh, my finger. I let more fingers join in the mix, until she’s basically riding my hand and it is truly the most beautiful sight. This gorgeous girl getting off on my fingers in the backseat of her car on a Wednesday night.
I increase my pace, rubbing the spot where she makes the most noise. Listen, I’m no expert pussy handler yet. I’m not even eighteen. But I’ve learned you need to pay attention to the cues. Some of them are too shy or timid to even give you cues, and I get it. We’re all new at this. It’s a learning experience.
My girl isn’t acting shy or timid right now at all. Is that because she’s comfortable with me? I hope to hell so. We’ve been through a lot in a short amount of time.
“Eli,” she gasps, and I have a feeling she’s close. “Oh my—Eli.”
And then she’s shuddering all over me, my fingers drenched in her juices, her body shaking. I keep my hand in her panties and pull her close to me with my other arm, holding her tight and kissing her senseless as she shakes with her orgasm. She’s whimpering in my mouth, her head lolling on her neck as the shuddering starts to decrease, her heart beating like a galloping horse. I can feel it. Feel her. She surrounds me.
I love it.
“Oh my God.” She ends the kiss but doesn’t remove her mouth from mine. “What are you doing to me?”
I feel like a smug bastard right about now as I remove my hand from her panties. “Destroying you.”
She smiles. I feel her lips stretch. “So true.”
“You like it?” I press a single, gentle kiss to her swollen lips.
I pull away from her and bring my wet fingers to my mouth, licking them. Her eyes go wide as she watches. She’s salty sweet, with a little bit of musk.
“Why did you do that?” she asks, sounding vaguely horrified.
And a little turned on.
“I’m tasting you.” I trace her bottom lip with my middle finger and she opens her mouth. “Here.” She sucks my finger between her lips, her tongue wrapping around it, and fuck me, I almost jizz in my shorts. “What do you think?”
Her answer is a sigh, her hand falling onto my dick as I pull my finger out of her mouth. “It’s your turn.”
Okay. Now is the time to get excited. “I have a special request first.”
Ava pulls away a little so she can look into my eyes. “What is it?”
“I want you to do something.”
“What?” Her tone is wary.
“I want to see you wear my shirt.” I bend over a little and snag it from the floorboard, handing it to her.
She takes the T-shirt from me and, without hesitation, slips it on over her head. It’s big on her, and it pretty much covers her completely, since she’s smaller than me, but damn. There’s nothing better than seeing her wearing my school colors. My number emblazoned on her chest. May as well say property of Eli Bennett all over her.
Whistling low, I contemplate her, unable to contain the smirk I’m suddenly sporting. “Looking good, pretty girl.”
Ava glances down at herself before lifting her head, a single brow raised. “I feel like me wearing your shirt is you staking your claim.”
“You said it, not me.”
“If it was socially acceptable, I bet you’d pee on me so you could mark me as your territory,” she says with a laugh.
I scowl. “That’s disgusting.” Pause. “But yeah. I probably would.”
She laughs harder. Her nipples poke against the fabric of my shirt, and my mouth goes dry the longer I stare at her chest. Eventually, her laughter fades. Her expression turns serious. We can’t tear our gazes away from each other. “I like wearing your shirt,” she whispers.
“I like seeing you in my shirt.” I pull her in close and kiss her ear. Run my tongue down the side of her neck, making her squirm. “There. I claimed you again.”
“What do you mean?” she asks breathlessly.
“I licked you.” I do it again, slowly dragging my tongue across her skin, feeling her tremble. “So you’re mine.”
Thirty
Ava
I check the time on my phone quickly and see that it’s a little past nine. I have to be home by eleven, “no exceptions.” Mom said when I told her I was going out with friends. She asked if it was a special friend in particular and at first, I didn’t want to tell her I was going to meet Eli.
But then I remembered she already knows about us and she hasn’t ratted me out yet, so I nodded yes.
I got a brief speech about safe sex and being careful, and then she sent me on my way. As I drove to meet Eli, I kept telling myself there was no way I was ready for sex yet. Nope. Uh uh. I love kissing him. Touching him. What happened between us last Friday night had been magical. But actual sex?
That’s a little scary.
Now I’m in the backseat of my car after he made me come with his fingers, wearing his shirt a
nd my white lace panties and nothing else. With my hand on his erection, I can’t stop thinking about how he said he forgot condoms earlier.
I wish he’d brought some. I think I’m ready.
“Baby, if you keep that shirt on while you do...” He points down at his crotch, which is currently covered by my hand. “Whatever it is you plan on doing, I’ll probably come even harder than normal.”
My entire body flushes. With embarrassment or arousal, I’m not sure. Or maybe it’s a combination of the two. “Um, okay.”
“You.” He slips his hands beneath the hem of his shirt, his fingers wrapping around my hips and pulling me into him. “Are the hottest thing alive.”
I melt into his kiss. A shiver steals over me when he skims his fingers up my spine, his tongue licking deep in my mouth. I’m in his lap, my hand is resting on his erection and slowly, tentatively, I begin to stroke.
Really? I have no idea what I’m doing.
After a few minutes, I feel his hand settle over mine. His fingers curl around my wrist as he lifts my hand and switches out so it’s his hand on his erection instead. “Like this,” he murmurs, his ragged voice rippling all over my skin.
I pull away slightly to watch as he grips it firmly through the fabric of his shorts. He’s kind of rough with it. That looks like it might hurt. But he’s not yelping in pain or anything, so I take that as a good sign. “Maybe you should take your shorts off,” I suggest, shocked yet again by my boldness.
I’m full of surprises tonight.
Eli doesn’t even hesitate. Those shorts are gone in seconds, a crumpled pile on the floor. He’s wearing the brand of boxer briefs all the boys love right now. They come in crazy prints. I only know this because I see the ones my brother has, and they’re always a little out there.
Of course, Eli’s are even more out there.
There’s a giant American eagle face on the front of them, and the eagle’s eyes are streaked red, white and blue. Looks like there are fireworks going off in the background and some white stars. Very patriotic. The eagle’s beak covers the front and center part, so Eli’s, uh, erection is stretching the beak out, making it look even bigger.
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