I’m on fire and wound so tight I could blow at any second.
“Round two is happening inside, sweetheart.” I give her silky locks another tug, so her head is angled back and her neck is exposed. I place a hot, openmouthed kiss on the soft flesh and suckle. “Car sex will have to wait,” I murmur against her throat.
She swallows and rasps out, “Not too long I hope. I’m dying to know what you taste like.”
I keep biting and sucking and kissing her creamy skin. “I didn’t say tasting had to wait.” I kiss my way across her jawline to the corner of her mouth. “You can suck my dick tonight.” I bite her bottom lip, and she gasps at my deliciously filthy talk. “After I fuck an orgasm out of you.”
Before I can stop her, she climbs over the console into my lap. Our weight pushes the cracked door wide open, and we tumble onto the drive, laughing.
I help her up, and we’re practically having sex while walking. We’re connected everywhere. Our hands and lips are desperately roaming over each other all the way to the door. No idea how we get inside the house with our clothes still on, but we do, and she’s trying to climb me like a tree as soon as the door slams shut.
“Hold up, Rookie.” I wrap my arms around her and tighten my grip until she stills.
“You…” She swallows, and disappointment threads through her tone. The lamp she left on shimmers off her searching eyes. “You’re not changing your mind, are you?”
Fuck no. I’m a goddamn locomotive steaming down the tracks with so much momentum that nothing can stop this from happening. “’Course not, but there’s a couple things I need to say first.”
She stares up at me, waiting for me to finish.
“If you change your mind at any time, all you have to do is say so,” I say. “Understood?”
She nods. “What else?”
I brush a sultry kiss across her lips. “Since this is going to be your first orgasm with me inside you, I’m calling the shots.” My lips sweep across hers again. “We can do things your way tomorrow.”
Her eyelids slide shut, and she whispers, “’Kay.”
I brush a strand of hair off her cheek and frame her face with both of my hands. She’s so beautiful. So sexy.
So mine.
My chest expands and contracts.
I’m about to fuck Ava. I’m about to walk through a door that will change our relationship forever. Anticipation fills me, but so does doubt. It’s too late, though. Our kiss on the balcony rocked my foundation, and it’s crumbled a little more with each touch, each kiss. It’s a pile of rubble after finger fucking her on my car. Even if I back out now, there’s no going back to the way things have always been between us. Not completely.
I’m so fucking not backing out, anyway. The only direction is forward, and I’m in overdrive.
Her eyes flutter open as I stare down at her.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful I could stare at you all night,” I whisper. “The only thing I can imagine even coming close right now is you naked.” All dirty talk is forgotten, and I’m baring my soul to the person I trust most in the world. The person I care about most.
“Should I undress, or do you want to take my clothes off?” she asks.
“Every stitch is mine.” Excitement hums through me. I trace the edge of her halter dress over a shoulder and work the knot loose at the nape of her neck.
Before the strips of red silk fall free, I mold my palms over her breasts and massage. I know the smooth fabric will create just enough friction to drive her wild.
She moans. Her breaths quicken, and her gaze fills with the thrill of things I’ve promised. When her nipples are hard pebbles, I let the red silk slide away. Her perky tits greet me, and the dirtiest thoughts spiral through my mind. But what causes pride to swell in my chest is the fact that this gorgeous woman, who is as smart as she is sexy, is all mine.
At least for now.
I skim the back of my fingers across her taut nipples, and she lets out a sexy sound of approval. I’ve got a long list of things I want to do to these beautiful babies, and not just for my pleasure. I want to please Ava in so many ways, starting with these luscious breasts. I plan to spend so much time with them they’ll ache with both pleasure and need.
I nuzzle the sensitive skin behind her ear and drag my lips down to the nook of her neck. When my mouth slides to the rise of her breast, a shiver glides over her. I kiss and tongue my way to the valley between and lick.
Her head falls back, and she sinks all ten fingers into my hair.
I smile against her skin. It’s hot from my touch, and her heart is beating so hard I can feel her racing pulse against my lips. My hands find the zipper at her back, and I ease it down inch by agonizing inch. I know by her murmurs that it’s just as much torture for her as it is for me, and that’s my goal. I don’t want to rush this. Rushing things in the sack isn’t my style. Especially not with Ava.
It’s so damn good that I want to savor every second of it. But mostly, I want her to experience every sensation. I want to draw it out, prolong the moment, so her body sings with anticipation and pleasure.
The zipper purrs as it slowly descends. As soon as it opens at her hips, the fuck-me red dress that’s had my hard-on raging all night slips to the floor with a swoosh. She steps out of it, and I’m speechless all over again. She’s braless, and her body is pure perfection. Even more beautiful than I’ve imagined. Okay, even more beautiful than I’ve fantasized, but we don’t need to get literal with vocabulary at a time like this.
A small swatch of red lace covers the Promised Land, and I groan just looking at her. She’s wearing nothing else but heels, earrings, and the bracelets I gave her. I want those high heels clamped to my ass again, or even better, to my shoulders.
My gaze travels from the top of her honey-colored hair to the tips of her siren red toes. My hungry stare slides and glides over her. Lust burns through me so hot that I loosen the tie knotted at my throat and flick open the top button of my shirt. I know my desire is apparent, mostly because I’m not trying to hide it. I want her to see what she does to me.
Satisfaction flickers in her eyes at my appraisal, and the tension in her shoulders relaxes.
I lift a single index finger and spin it in a circle.
Slowly, sensually, Ava turns in a circle.
And oh. My. Fucking. God.
No lie, my vision blurs.
Her back is to me, the strip of lace disappearing between her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. It reappears just above the dimples over each cheek and stretches around her nice hips. She’s not scary skinny, just curved in all the right places.
I growl like a fucking animal and close the gap between us in one long stride.
“I’m going to slide my tongue and my fingers over every inch of you,” I say in a hungry whisper as I capture her mouth with mine.
She trembles in my arms.
I mold a palm to her hip, and my other hand slips between her legs to massage her heat. The fabric is damp and searing hot.
“And then I’m going to slide my cock into your sex and take you with long, hard strokes until you come.”
She whimpers.
The sound of her need sends electrifying heat shooting to all parts of my body.
I dip my head and tease a nipple with the tip of my tongue and then take it between my teeth.
She cries out. I think she’s trying to form words but fails. Her fingers sliding through my hair, holding me against her breast, tell me she likes what I’m doing. Likes what she’s feeling. So I apply a little pressure to the bud between my teeth and tug. Her knees give way, and I steady her against me with an arm around her waist.
I move to the other breast and do the same. The sexy noises coming from the back of her throat as my tongue glides over the sensitive peak, tell me she’s still all in. I back her toward the bookshelves next to the sofa so she has something to lean on.
She’s going to need it.
When her ass is up against one of
the shelves, I take her hand and guide it to the edge. “Hold on to this.” I mold her fingers around the outer casing of the bookshelf.
She doesn’t question me.
When I start kissing my way down, her head falls back and rests against a shelf. Her eyes are closed, lips parted. I feather kisses down her flat stomach and drop to my knees in front of her. I nip and bite her belly button and then whisper dirty things as I leave a bite mark on one hip.
“Yes,” she pants out. Her head tosses from one side to the other. “I want you, Dex. I want it all tonight.”
So I start to enact all the things I’ve promised. I capture her panties between my teeth and tug them down. When they’re mid-thigh, I pull them all the way off with one hand and toss them aside.
She’s trembling even harder and spearing her fingers through my hair. “Touch me, Dex.”
“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart.” I bury my face in the honey-blonde triangle of curls and breathe her in. “Be patient. It’ll be so much better if we take our time, I promise.”
She moans and shifts impatiently, like she’s both excited by drawing it out and restless to get to it. I chuckle, because that’s my Ava.
I grip both of her hips and brace her in preparation for the jolt I know is coming. Then I sink my tongue into the crease between her folds and sweep across her clit.
She screams and clutches my shoulders, and I know this is going to be the best night of my life.
“That’s just one flick of my tongue, Ava. You better hold on tight.” I don’t give her a chance to respond. I slide a hand down her thigh and place it behind a knee. Then I hook that knee over my shoulder to spread her thighs. She opens to me, and her gorgeous pussy is glistening with moisture.
I growl under my breath and delve in. Just like I did her nipples, I pull her pulsing clit between my teeth and work it.
Her cry of ecstasy rips through the room, and she writhes against me. She tastes so hot and sweet, and I love sliding my tongue into her most intimate spaces. I glance up while I’m still licking her, and she’s beautiful like this. Eyes clamped shut, knuckles white where she’s holding on to the shelf for dear life, the rise and fall of her chest making her full tits sway just a little. I can’t wait for them to bounce wildly when she rides me at a full gallop.
She tastes as sweet and as forbidden as the cotton candy I got at the fair when I was a kid—a place my parents’ said was a waste of time and intellect. But I snuck away and went instead of working on my science project. It was devilish and delicious, and I’ve loved cotton candy and mindless carnival rides ever since.
Ava’s taste on my lips is just as decadent and delightful, and I know I’ll love this even more. For the rest of my life.
Because it’s forbidden. Something I’m not supposed to have, let alone enjoy.
Guilt slithers through me, but I push it out of my mind. I can’t pull away from her now. Not like this. It would crush her and make her feel less than the beautiful woman she is.
Her wetness coats my tongue as I lick and kiss. My pulse pounds through my veins and sets every nerve ending on fire. I realize I’m still dressed, and I want to strip naked and feel her soft skin slide against mine. But not yet. I don’t want to stop the climax that I know is barreling toward her.
I lick and suck her clit, and find her entrance with two fingers. They slide in with no effort because she’s so wet and slick. I moan against her hot pussy, and sink my fingers into her depths.
She fists my hair at the back of my head and arches into me. “Oh God, yes.” Her voice is a tornado of passion and need.
Her pussy is tight as I fuck her with my fingers and my mouth. She’s close, I know she is, and I want to tell her to hold off. I don’t because this is just the second of many orgasms I plan to deliver tonight. She can come as often as she wants. The more the better.
Her hips move with the rhythm of my tongue and fingers, and we’re both so goddamn worked up and lost in the moment that nothing else matters. Just like I did on the hood of my car, I curl both fingers into her G-spot, and her climax explodes over my hand. I replace my fingers with my tongue and sink it into her wetness. It covers my lips, my cheeks. It fills my mouth, and I’ve never tasted anything so sinfully sweet in all my life.
Fuck cotton candy.
I kiss my way up to her mouth so she can taste herself on my lips. She molds both hands to my face and pulls me into a desperate kiss, sucking herself off my bottom lip. In-between frantic kisses, she says, “Don’t make me wait anymore. Fuck me, please.”
I sweep her off her feet, and she squeaks. I turn and walk down the hall.
I’m staying in Leo’s old room. Uh-uh. I am not taking Ava to bed in that room. I’d be scarred for life. And she’s staying in her parents’ old master suite, so that’s not an option either.
“Which is your old room?”
“Turn right at the end of the hall.” Her arms are threaded around my neck. She kicks her feet up with those heels teasing me the whole way.
I reach the end of the hall, and I feel like I’m at a crossroads. My friend and business partner is to the left. Ava is to the right. A fork—each path leading to a different destiny. I hesitate and then turn right like she told me to do.
Chapter Fourteen
Ava’s bedroom is still decorated for a teenage girl with ruffled curtains and boy-band posters on the walls and ceiling. It would creep me out if she weren’t standing naked in front of me, so obviously a full-grown woman now.
I lay my glasses and my wallet on the white wicker nightstand that matches the headboard of her bed. I’ve made my choice. No idea what will happen when this weekend is over. The only thing I’m certain of is that sleeping with Ava is going to change my life even more than moving overseas.
I start to work the buttons on my vest, but her hands slide up my chest, and she takes over. One button at a time, she frees me from the vest and then starts on my shirt. I pull off the loosened tie and send it flying, my gaze never leaving her beautiful face. Her eyes are bright with fascination as the shirt falls open, and she sees my bare chest for the first time ever.
She smooths her palms over me and inhales a sharp breath when she reaches the chess piece inked over my ribcage. Her stare flies to mine, and her eyes sparkle with delight.
“My design,” she says, the smile in her voice matching the one playing on her full lips. “I’ve never seen it on you.”
I slide my shirt off. “I think of you every time I look at it,” I say, and fold back the end of my belt to release the buckle. I shuck the rest of my clothes.
Ava’s smoky expression tells me she likes what she sees. “Does that mean you think of me a lot?” Her fingers trace my ink. “You must look at that tat every morning when you step into the shower and every night when you get undressed.”
I chuckle. “You’ve been in the shower with me.” Like earlier tonight, for instance.
Satisfaction shimmers in her deep blue eyes. “Have I been in bed with you too?”
I growl, snake an arm around her waist, and drag her against the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had. She gasps, and I smother it with a punishing kiss.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been in bed with me every night for two solid years,” I murmur against her lips.
The rise and fall of her chest causes her pebbled nipples to rub against my pecs. My cock throbs even more, and my entire body is on fire.
She pulls away just enough to slide a hand between us, and she encircles my cock. I hiss out a breath that is pure pleasure. She works my cock with her fist, up and down, up and down. She swipes the edge of one finger over my tip and uses the drop of my liquid to lube me up. Every time she reaches the base of my shaft, she flicks her wrist and pumps me again. I swear the sensation is so intense that it spreads to every cell. I’ve never felt anything so incredible.
So right.
“Ava,” I grind out between clenched teeth. “We’ve both waited long enough.” Two years is a long time to want someone. �
�It’s time for me to fuck you.” Because if she keeps this up, I’ll come in her hand, and I want to be inside of her the first time.
She sighs against my mouth, and I walk her backwards to the edge of the bed. Gently, I lay her back, reach for a condom and cover myself, then I move on top of her. My prick is hard and hot and straining toward her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps when my hips settle between her legs.
“No, it’s just me.” I chuckle against her ear. “But I’ve been told it has supernatural powers.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” she says and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Mmm. I like that.” I nuzzle her neck, and my dick presses against her scorching hot pussy.
“So do I.” Her head tips back, and she rocks into me until my tip sinks into her slickness.
I withdraw and inch into her again, teasing her entrance with the head of my dick. She bucks and strains toward me, but I keep the tease going with both my prick and my words. “How bad do you want it, Ava?” I rotate my hips so that my dick slides into her a little further, then I pull out again.
“I want it so much, Dex.” Her head thrashes on the pillow. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I love the pink flush that starts between her tits and seeps over her throat into her cheeks. I brace myself on both elbows and thread my fingers into the silky hair, framing her face. I want to remember this moment forever. The moment I first enter her all the way. I want every detail burned into my memory for all time.
I rotate my hips again and take another quick dip into her hot pussy. She moans when I pull out again.
“Rookie, open your eyes.” My voice is hoarse and raw, and she does what I tell her. “Are you ready for all of it?”
She nods furiously, her breathing just as wild.
“Look at me when I fuck you, Ava. Don’t take your eyes off of mine,” I command.
She nods again. Our hearts pound like drums where our chests are touching. There’s something so different about this moment than any other fuck I’ve had. She’s different. Maybe it’s our friendship. Maybe it’s the bond we’ve developed over the years. It’s like our souls are tethered and we’re no longer separate beings, but she’s a part of me.
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