Park Avenue Punk

by Aria Cole

  I panted and clutched at the straining muscles of his biceps as his tongue trailed down my chest. He pulled away for an instant, angling his hips into mine to hold me against the wall, and took one hand to lift my lightweight summer dress over my head, tossing it to the floor. He unhooked my bra with a flick of his fingers, and it fell to the ground around his feet. I bowed as his lips attached to my nipple and sucked fiercely, elongating the pebbled peak further. He slowly built up a steadier rhythm with his thrusts as he sucked and nipped and teased with his tongue. He held me firmly against him—no escape if I wanted to, but no way did I want to.

  My body begged for more of him, even though my nerves were so overly sensitive, I wasn't sure my body could withstand it. He pulled at my nipple with his teeth, the pain shooting through my body and landing in a new and delicious sensation of pleasure at my clit. My eyes focused on his beautiful lips as he pulled away and sucked his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes trained at the point where our bodies were connected.

  He had a clear view thrusting in and out of me, worshiping me, pleasuring me, and my heart leapt into my throat as I watched him watching us, an errant lock of hair falling into his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes caressing his cheekbones.

  He was biting his lip so hard it was turning white as I took pleasure from the pleasure he got watching us. “Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth.

  He looked up at me, and a smile lifted his beautiful, sculpted lips. I captured them with my own. I needed to feel them. I never wanted to stop feeling them on my skin…my body…my lips. He continued to slam into me methodically, as one of his palms slid down my leg to reach my clit. He massaged and pinched and slid his fingers through my swollen flesh and back up again. Choked groans escaped my throat as he played my body like an instrument.

  I bit into his shoulder as another, even more powerful wave of pleasure cascaded through my body, the sensations racking every nerve I had. I cried out in pleasure as his body held me tightly and he came with a shudder. I held him in my arms as his body shook and he emptied into me.

  Our breathing came back to normal as we held each other, me still wedged against the windows, his head still tucked firmly into my neck. His sweat-slicked skin beneath my fingers, his damp, hair tickling my cheek, our bodies pressed together skin to skin.

  Hard and soft. Dark and light. We were a contradiction in every way.

  I ran my fingertips along the skin of his back, my fingernails raking along his muscles.

  “You know, princess, on the worst days, I hated you for making me love you.” He kissed me slowly, easily, with tenderness I'd forgotten he had.

  “Same, Styles. Same. Now take me to bed. Apparently we have court in”—I glanced across the room at the clock on the wall—“six hours.”

  He held me close, our bodies still locked together, as he carried me down the long hallway of my apartment to my bedroom.

  He looked good here, at home and comfortable with me—with us. And what surprised me even more? I more than liked him here with me—I loved him.

  Chapter 17

  Jameson

  “Jameson Styles,” the bailiff called, and I stood, eyes on the judge.

  “Sebastian Vaughn for the defendant, Your Honor,” a tall, older man interjected, appearing out of nowhere at my shoulder.

  Annoyance radiated through me. I’d told Deven I didn’t want her help—my integrity was now in parallel because I had money to get me out of a jam. I was now a fucking hypocrite.

  I was about to open my mouth to object when I felt a touch on my hand. I turned to see Deven, her eyes sad and begging me to stay silent. In that moment, I knew that I didn’t want her to be hurt any more than she already was. My love for her was greater than my own pride.

  “Permission to approach?” the lawyer said before walking up to the judge, followed by the Assistant District Attorney. After what felt like an eternity, the men returned and the lawyer looked at Deven, nodding his head. A look of relief seemed to wash over her face.

  “Care to clue me in?” I asked, slightly annoyed at his dismissal.

  “The case is about to be dismissed. You’re lucky, kid.”

  “Mr. Styles, I suggest that going forward you refrain from gracing the city’s buildings with your so-called art. Please use a store-bought canvas going forward. The DA and the defendant’s counsel have come to an agreement, and I feel there is no need to continue wasting any more of the taxpayers' dollars. This case is dismissed.”

  “That’s it?” I asked my lawyer in complete shock that I didn’t at least get some community service.

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t get community service or anything?”

  “The Fairchilds are pretty powerful,” he said before shaking Deven’s hand and walking away.

  “Thank God that’s over with,” Deven said, tugging on my hand and then lacing her fingers through mine.

  I shook her hand away, needing a little room to breathe. I couldn’t help noticing the hurt look in her eyes before she averted them. I felt like an ass. I moved closer to her and grabbed her hand.

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked once we were outside, the cool air enveloping us.

  “I’m not mad. There really isn’t anything to be mad about. It’s just hard, you know? For the past five years, I’ve been against people like you—rich, privileged, and above the law—and here I am, bailed out by one and only you.”

  “What’s so bad about me?” she asked, her bottom lip quivering a little. I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or her trying to control the tears that were forming in her eyes.

  “Nothing,” I said, pulling Deven beside me and kissing the top of her head. “I just can’t have you bailing me out. This way of life doesn’t work for me.”

  “You didn’t really do anything wrong. What—painting some stupid building in the city? Styles, what kind of justice would it be if your future got ruined because a bunch of rich people didn’t want to face their own hypocrisy and privilege? In the grand scheme of things, that isn’t worth any kind of real punishment.”

  “So let’s celebrate.”

  “What are you thinking?”

  “How about we head to your place and I can show you.” I winked at her.

  As soon as the apartment doors closed, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. I was desperate—a man starved and out of my mind. She was everything, and here she was with me, saving my ass and showing up when I least expected it. She wasn’t just a dream, stalking me at night.

  She was here, flesh and blood, in my arms. Her lips touching my own, her hands roaming my body wildly just like I was touching hers. My Deven. Mine. Always and forever.

  “I’ve dreamed about you every fucking night. Longed for you every fucking day. I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone. I felt her body shiver and a sweet sigh escaped her mouth. I pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her to me, and pulled the nude bra off her body. Her tits were fucking fantastic, ample and soft, and I buried my face in them, inhaling. Desperate to taste her, my tongue flicked out of its own accord. My hand trailed down to the button of her pants, and I undid them. I pushed past her panties to her sweet cunt, swirling my finger in her wetness.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” I asked as I drenched my finger in her sweet cum before bringing it up to her cherry red lips. “Open up,” I demanded. With her eyes closed, she opened her mouth and sucked, licking her own wetness off my finger. “Look at me.” She slowly opened her eyes, and her hesitancy was endearing. “Does that sweet pussy juice taste good?”

  She nodded, eyes lit up with need and desire, her breathing ragged and desperate.

  “Do you want me to taste that pussy?” I asked, needing her to let go of her primness and be wild, be dirty. She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. I wanted to hear the filth from her mouth, the filth I knew she was capable of when the two of us were alone in bed witho
ut the pressures of the rest of the world on her.

  My girl wasn’t really a prim and proper princess—she was wild and uninhibited. She just needed a reminder. Something I was going to give her.

  I dipped my head and met her lips, kissing her softly. I looked up at her, making sure she kept eye contact, and slowly thumbed the nipple of her breast. They were sexy as hell, a perfect handful with berry-pink nipples that begged to be sucked. I slowly moved my hands down her torso, feeling the hourglass shape of her that I’d dreamt about so many times. When I heard her inhale, my cock sprang to attention again. I went down on my knees, and like an animal, I brought my face close and inhaled.

  I wanted her so badly, I could taste her scent on my tongue. I pulled her pants down, exposing her pretty pink pussy to me. When I brought my lips to her sweet flesh and kissed her there, she shuddered. “You are so fucking sexy,” I whispered against her clit.

  “Jameson,” she begged.

  “Yeah, baby? Tell me what you need.”

  “I want you to suck on my pussy and make me cum so hard.”

  I smiled against her pussy. “There’s my dirty girl. Hold on to my shoulders.”

  I lifted her legs, locking them around my shoulders, and parted her folds with my fingers, lapping at her slick flesh gently, taking long, deliberate licks from her entrance to her clit.

  I kept licking, increasing pressure and circling her clit and gently sucking. She tilted her head, and I could hear it gently hit the glass mirror. Seeing Deven like this was enough to have my dick throbbing. She started moaning, at first softly and growing louder as my tongue continued to explore her. I wanted her screaming and dirty and vulgar. I wanted every fucking thought that came into her mind while I was eating her out. I wanted us to be free and do whatever we wanted.

  When I slipped a finger into her cunt, I could feel her muscles contract around me. She was so fucking tight that it made my balls draw up. I finger fucked her while I lapped at her clit. Her legs began to shake, but I couldn’t pull myself away. I continued lapping and licking at her and then probing her ass with the index finger of my other hand, as my tongue continued lapping at her clit until she was convulsing.

  Once her orgasm started, I tongue fucked her like a crazy man and slipped my whole finger into her ass. I ran on instinct alone and did whatever my body was inclined to do, massaging her deftly until I brought her to orgasm. She arched into my tongue, fucking and rubbing her clit on my upper lip. Looking up at her like that, with the under-cleavage of her tits and her head tilted back in lust-filled abandon, was the sexiest sight I’d seen in my life. My cock was so engorged, it was standing straight up against my belly.

  This woman would be the death of me.

  Chapter 18

  Deven

  “I’d forgotten how magic your tongue was,” I whispered as Jameson helped me off his shoulders, sweeping me up in his arms and carrying me to my room.

  “Your pussy is still the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he said before tossing me not so gently on the bed.

  I laughed but then swallowed as I saw his giant cock bobbing up and down along his stomach. “That cock is so fucking hot,” I said before I could stop myself. My hand automatically shot up to my face, embarrassment flooding my skin.

  He stalked closer to me, removing my hand from my mouth. “Don’t do that. Not with me. With me I want you to be Deven, not the princess.”

  His cock was level with my chest, so I guided his girth into my cleavage and pulled my breasts together, hugging them around his quivering cock. He threw his head back and gripped the canopy of the bed while thrusting his hips forward. The tip of the head grazed my lips, so I opened my mouth and sucked him in.

  Jameson groaned with so much satisfaction, I was afraid he’d come right then and there. But instead, he thrust forward harder and allowed my saliva to lubricate the path. Using just my biceps to hold my breasts tight, I reached and grasped his hips, felt his rock-solid ass as he fucked my tits and my mouth until his muscles started to tense. Then suddenly, he stepped back, took his shaft in his fist, and opened his eyes.

  “Lie back on the bed. I want to make you come, Deven. I want to hear you scream.”

  He kneed his way across the bed and separated my bent legs when he reached me. The room was dim, but he studied his prize seriously regardless, to the point I thought I’d melt under his stare.

  “What a pretty pussy.”

  I yelped when he reached out and spontaneously spanked it.

  “Open that cunt wide for me. I’m about to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your own name.”

  I did as he asked, opening my legs as wide as I could and using my hands to open myself even farther for him.

  “There has only been you. I’ve never been with anyone but you. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go,” he said before he thrust into me, hard and fast.

  “Oh God.”

  “Not God, baby. Jameson. Say my name,” he demanded as his cock pounded into me mercilessly.

  My head fell back of its own volition as I thrashed my head back and forth in complete euphoria. When I was close, right on the edge, he tweaked my nipple, hard, making me scream both in pain and immense pleasure.

  “Please, Jameson, let me cum,” I begged.

  He rolled onto his back in one swift movement, taking me with him. As soon as I was on top, I could grind my hips into him and ride his huge cock exactly as I pleased. He was so deep, it was like I could feel it in my chest. He grabbed my hips and yanked me up and down his body until finally, I began coming apart.

  My orgasm a slow-building torture. The noises I made as I climaxed on his dick were primal and raw. Completely void of the girl I’d been my whole life. In that moment, I was his. Jameson owned me, body and soul. I wanted to be his toy, his love, his slut, his dirty girl, his good girl… As long as I was his, I didn’t care what I was.

  My body tingled as blissful waves crashed through me. Just as I was coming down from my high, Jameson came deep inside me. He pulled out and bathed my belly in hot threads of more cum that shot in huge spurts from his massive cock. He growled when he came and fisted his cock in his hand. He shook it when the ribbons of cum finally stopped.

  “You’re fucking mine. Mine and only mine. Forever,” he whispered before collapsing on top of me. He kissed my lips, and whispered gently, “I love you, Deven,” before pulling me on top of him and letting sleep take us both.

  Chapter 19

  Jameson

  “So, Deven, how is your mother doing? She can’t be having a good time of it, especially with the press constantly looking for new angles.” My mom sipped her after-dinner drink, eyes on my girl.

  I felt her squirm at my side, her nails embedding into my thigh under the dinner table. “She’s been struggling. I stop over most mornings and deliver coffee. She has good nights and bad nights.” Deven’s smile was strained. “Thank you for asking.”

  Mom’s eyes lit from me to Deven and back again. I swallowed, feeling the unspoken words, thick like butter, hanging in the air between the three of us.

  The truth of it was, I’d had to convince Deven into coming to dinner at my mom’s house to begin with. It’d been mom’s idea, and Deven had at first refused, but she’d softened the more I told her how forgiving my mom was, of my dad and her mother. The past was in the past. It’d taken a lot of rough years, but my mother finally truly believed that, and she never harbored any ill will to Deven’s family.

  I hoped tonight would prove that to Deven once and for all, and I think that’s exactly what Mom had had in mind when she’d asked us here—some sort of clearing of the air between our families.

  “Deven…” My mom reached a hand out and covered Deven’s. “I can’t lie and say I didn’t wish for a different outcome for our situation a hundred different times.” Mom’s eyes were wet with emotion. “But just spending the last hour with the two of you has me so—” she trailed off as she wiped at the corner of her eyes “�
�so grateful that we’re all right where we are today. I hope your mom heals and can overcome the loss of your father—he was a great man.”

  “He had so many shortcomings.” Deven whispered, wiping at her own tears. “Mom says he worked too much and that’s what—” Deven shook her head, lips snapping closed. “Well, she’s told me so much about that time. I know she has regrets.”

  “We all do, sweetheart. Trust me when I say everyone does, and anyone who tells you differently is just plain lying to themselves.”

  I laced my fingers with Deven’s, bringing her knuckles to mine in a kiss. “I have a million.”

  Deven's smile cracked, a tear falling down her cheek and forcing me to catch it with my thumb.

  “All of my regrets begin and end with you, Deven. Our own past.”

  “That’s one of my regrets too, kids.” Mom patted her eyes with a napkin. “I see the special love you share now, and I’m so sad that it was put on hold because of that other bullshit.”

  We sat silently, her words lingering before I cleared my throat and stood, stacking our plates and carrying them to the sink.

  “Hey, loser!” Lori, Jameson’s younger sister, burst through the dining room doors then, smile crooked and aimed at her big brother. “Oh, did I miss dinner?”

  Lori’s eyes scanned the room, her mother wiping tears and Deven rubbing her back soothingly.

  “Leave those dishes, Jameson. Lori and I will do them later.” Mom waved a palm at me. “We’ve had enough fuss for one night.”