by Q. B. Tyler
She sends me a GIF of a giggling schoolgirl.
Ava: No need to bring anything. Just yourself!
Fine, when should I come?
My eyes widen when I see the three gray dots indicating she’s typing, and I immediately regret my choice of words.
OVER! When should I come over?
She sends me a smiley face that appears to be smirking alongside the words:
Ava: You’re lucky I’m in class and couldn’t land my joke fast enough.
I shake my head, but I can’t stop the smile from crossing my face. Her energy was contagious, and I couldn’t get enough.
Be there around 7, is that okay?
Ava: Perfect!
I set my phone to the side and press both of my hands to my face as I think about the long night I have ahead of me. A night of resisting Ava’s innocence, her advances.
She’s such a little anomaly. She’s so shy and innocent in some ways and yet so confident in asking for what she wants. Maybe because it’s me, and she trusts and feels comfortable with me? Happiness blooms in my chest thinking that despite my distance over the past six months, Ava still trusts me. My mind drifts back to the root of our trust…her brother. I groan thinking about the damage I’d do to Tucker’s face if he even thought about touching my little sister.
I look up to see my assistant Michelle standing in the entrance to my office.
“I’m--I’m sorry, Mr. Walsh, but I was knocking for quite some time. I… I got worried.”
“What, Michelle?”
She swallows nervously and brings me the coffee I always have right around this time. “Sir, is everything okay?”
“Fine, is Danny off his call?” I ask, referring to my COO.
“Yes, Mr. Walsh.”
“Great, tell him to get his ass in here now.”
After a debriefing with Danny, I’m on my way back to my penthouse four hours earlier than I usually leave work to prepare myself for a night alone with Ava Remington.
It takes me no time to get home, strip down naked, and climb into the shower. I need to get all of the pornographic thoughts about Ava out of my head now before I spend the evening with her. I turn the water on and let it beat down on me for a few seconds before my hand flies to my cock.
The girl from the coffee shop on Fourth Avenue. Perfect pouty lips I could slide my cock between as I pull her brown hair…like Ava… Next.
The owner of Carver Industries--his sexy little assistant with those dimples and those beautiful brown eyes…brown eyes…Ava. FUCK! Next.
The woman I slept with weeks ago—okay, the way she sucked my cock. She wasn’t half bad. Blonde hair, blue eyes, looked NOTHING like Ava. Okay, focus, Walsh. I’m doing everything I can to get myself going, but this visual is not working.
“God dammit, Ava!” I curse, and just like that, I’m hard as a rock. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I look down at my dick. “SERIOUSLY? As much ass as I’ve gotten you, and THIS is what you’re fixating on?!” I yell at my dick as if it can talk back to me.
Okay, maybe I should just do it once. No one will know. I’m in here alone. I’ll jack off one time. I try to ignore the thoughts creeping into my head that are laughing at me. One time? Yeah right. If you don’t fuck Ava soon, you’ll be living in this bathroom fucking her in your mind till the end of time.
“No, just once.” I groan as my hand finds my cock, then I picture Ava’s ass… Nope. Mouth? Try again. Tits? One more chance, Walsh.
I close my eyes, and I can see her plain as day spread out on my bed, begging me to fuck her. I picture my lips tracing the lips of her perfect, pink pussy. I slide my tongue through her folds, and I can almost taste her juices.
“Jackson, please, I need you so bad. Please fuck me.”
“God, yes, Ava,” I grunt aloud as I begin to pull harder on my cock.
I trace my lips up her body, and before my mind can tell me not to kiss her, my lips are on hers, devouring them hungrily.
“Why can’t we kiss, Jackson?”
“Shut up, Ava,” I growl at the voice in my head that sounds just like her.
“I know you want to kiss me.” She wraps her legs around me and presses her pussy against my torso, rubbing the wetness from between her legs on me.
“Jackson,” she groans. “Fuck me. Not just because I want my virginity done and over with…but because you want to. Because I want you to be my first. And you want to be my first too.”
“Fuck yes.” I’m pulling at my dick so hard at this point, and the second my mind allows me to penetrate Ava’s beautiful pussy, I lose it.
“FUCK! FUCKING FUCK. Ava!” I roar as ropes of thick cum begin to shoot out of my cock onto the shower tile. I don’t know how long I’m coming, and at one point I swear I black out for a second as her face flashes through my brain. After I’ve come down from the best orgasm I’ve ever given myself, I drop my dick like it’s on fire and punch the tile in front of me, knowing without a doubt, I am unbelievably fucked.
“Hi, Jackson!” Ava smiles as she grabs my hand and pulls me inside of her apartment. I don’t remember it being this small? But I guess I was pretty drunk the last time I was here, and then extremely hungover the next day. Her apartment smells heavenly, the scent of cheese and particularly Ava’s mother’s special recipe transporting me back almost twelve years ago. Holy nostalgia.
“God, it smells like your mom’s,” I tell her as I follow her inside. “I brought you these. “I hand her a bouquet of white flowers, and she cocks her head to the side. I was going to bring wine, but the last thing the two of us needed to be drinking was a ton of alcohol. I figured flowers were safe.
“Thank you, Jackson. They’re beautiful but… why?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to come empty-handed?”
She giggles and pulls out a vase. “Can you cut the stems and put them in water for me?”
“Can you grow a penis?” I ask her, wondering why she would think I would be capable of such. I hope she can sense that the ludicrousness of my statement rivals hers.
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Do you want some wine?”
One glass, Walsh. That’s it.
“Sure. Not too much though, early meeting tomorrow.”
“Mhmmm,” she says. A part of me was nervous she was going to be dressed in something that showed me the tits I had my mouth all over last night, but she’s in an NYU t-shirt and leggings, successfully hiding her lush curves.
She comes to sit next to me on the couch as the macaroni and cheese isn’t ready yet and sips her wine. “You seem nervous.”
“Not nervous.” I shake my head as I take a timid sip of the wine, when all I really want to do is down the whole goddamn bottle to take this nervous edge off.
“I’m not going to bite, Jackson.” She giggles. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” She bites her bottom lip, and I chuckle.
“You’re trouble.”
“Only around you. Something about you.” She shrugs. “I’m much shyer around other people. But you make me… feel…safe and relaxed.”
“You’re probably the only one.”
She giggles. “Hardass at work, I bet.”
“Because people are incompetent morons. And I have no qualms about telling them such.”
“So mean! Remind me to never piss you off.”
“Oh, I would never be mean to you, Ava.”
“Good. You better not.” She holds out her fist, and it reminds me of all the times we would play wrestle when we were kids.
She plays with the ends of her hair nervously as the silence washes over us. “Look, Jackson, I know you’re not really on board with…what I asked. You’ve made it clear you’re not interested in me like that, and it’s totally fine. I get it. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” she says. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispers, and before I can argue against it, I’ve dragged her into my lap.
“Ava, of course I’m not mad at you.” I spent the bette
r part of this afternoon fantasizing about you in every position in the Kama Sutra. “In a different life…,” I trail off, “I would be all over you. Please don’t think it has anything to do with you. It’s just…who you are and who I am and one person in particular we have in common.”
“But I won’t tell him… I swear.”
“I know,” I tell her as I rub my thumb across her lip. “I would just feel too guilty. And I don’t know if I could live with myself.”
She nods in understanding, but I can see the disappointment etched across her perfect features. “You’re such a good friend to Tucker. I don’t think you even realize. He doesn’t deserve your friendship, that asshole.” She chuckles, and I’m touched hearing that she thinks I’m the good friend. “He really loves you.”
“Which is why I can’t do this to him. He loves you, Ava. He’d kill for you, and that includes me. Best friend or not, he and your father would kill me and make it look like an accident, and you know it.”
“I wouldn’t let them,” she tells me as her hands find my chest. “But like I said, I get it.”
I look up at the woman who has made her way back into my heart. Once upon a time I would have walked through hell for Ava. She was like another little sister to me, except significantly less annoying than my actual sister. She was my little munchkin, and now here she sat astride my lap, having transformed into the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And I can’t have her.
But why can’t I? She was right, Tucker would never know.
But you’d know.
One time though?
One time would change everything. And you know once you get a taste of her, it won’t just be one time. She’s already becoming your drug, and you haven’t even had your first fix.
I swallow as I look around her small apartment, and for the first time I see how much Ava has changed from the ten-year-old I left behind all those years ago when I started school. She’s an adult; she’s in law school; she makes her own decisions. And she’s making this one. She’s going to have sex; she’s going to lose her virginity… probably to some asshole who wouldn’t even care about making it special for her.
Why not me? I would make it special. I would take my time, hold her hand and more importantly, make her come.
I look up to find her studying me.
“Okay. I’m in.”
Five
* * *
I watch as she lowers herself slowly onto the bed, and despite my hesitation and reluctance, I can’t escape the excitement coursing through me. She leans back on her elbows, exposing her long, toned legs. She’s removed her leggings, leaving her in only a t-shirt and her underwear, but I can’t see anything as the t-shirt comes to the middle of her thigh.
“I’m going to take your panties off.” She nods, and despite all of the pushing she’s done to get us here, I can tell she’s nervous. “Don’t worry,” I whisper as I slide her panties down her legs. I let them drop to the floor before wrapping both hands around her ankles and sliding them up her silky-smooth legs. I reach her thighs, my eyes never leaving hers as I draw circles with my thumbs on the soft skin of her inner thighs. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and I’m hoping it’s out of lust and not nervousness. I remove my hands from her thighs, still no glimpse of her pussy as it’s still covered by her shirt. She pouts slightly. So it was the former, then. Perfect.
“How do you make yourself come?”
She raises her hand shyly and wiggles her fingers at me. “No vibrator? No toys?”
“No,” she says softly.
I nod as I lean against the wall in her bedroom. “Show me.”
“Show you?”
“How you make yourself come.”
“No way!”
“Why?”
“It’s… personal.”
“And us having sex isn’t personal?”
“No… I mean, yes, I just…”
There’s a mirror hanging on the back of her door that is perfect for what I have in mind. I narrow my eyes at her. “I want to know how you get off, what turns you on…what gets you there. What your body does the moment before you shatter. Do you even know? Do you even know your own signs for when you’re about to come?”
“I… I think so.” She bites that damn lip, and I am thankful for all the time I spent jacking off this afternoon because I don’t think I’d make it through tonight any other way.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, but prop your legs up, heels on the bed.” She does as she’s told, but the fact that her legs are pressed together doesn’t escape my notice. “You do know that I’m going to have to get between there, right?”
I’m completely clothed at this point, so I let her leave her shirt on, knowing she’d feel even more vulnerable if she were completely naked right now. I move toward her and sit on the bed behind her. I move as close as I can to her until my chest is pressed flush against her back. I wonder how soon until she feels my dick poking her lower back as it’s already standing at attention. Her eyes find mine in the mirror in front of us, and I can see both the nerves and the excitement in her eyes. “Touch yourself,” I whisper in her ear, and she shudders in response.
“Right now?”
“Yes. We’re going to watch.”
“I thought you were supposed to be doing this.”
“I will. I just want you to get yourself started. Right now, you’re nervous, but this will loosen you up.” I put my hand on her right and left knee and begin to separate them slowly. She gasps as her shirt has ridden up, exposing her pussy to both of us.
“You are so wet already,” I growl in her ear, and I don’t miss the way her pussy clenches in response. She turns her face slightly, and I drag my lips down her cheek and neck. She moans in response just as my lips find her shoulder. I nibble gently on the skin before reaching for her right hand and putting it where she needs it.
Where we both need it.
“Go on; I’ll take over in a second.” The room is dimly lit, but still bright enough for us to see everything. The air around us crackles as Ava pushes her fingers through her folds.
“Fuck,” I groan, and I have to close my eyes and count to five to calm myself down again. Before I can open them, Ava’s head has found my left shoulder, her head thrown back as she rubs her clitoris. Ah, that’s right, she’s a virgin, so she rubs versus penetrating herself. I blanch thinking about how traumatized Ava could have been if I broke her hymen with my fingers. I rub my hand down her arm and place it over hers.
Under normal circumstances, I’d suck the juice right from her fingers, having smelled her arousal the second I parted her legs. She smells divine, and I bet she’d taste even better. But something tells me she’d flip out if I was that kinky right out the gate.
I gently pull her hand away and cup her pussy protectively. “I’m going to take care of you, Ava. You know that, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” she moans, her hooded eyes locked on mine once again through the mirror.
I drop my gaze away from hers, back to where my hand is touching her most intimate space. Pressing my thumb to her clit makes her whole body twitch. Her clit pulses under my touch, and it makes my cock throb in response. I had every intention of taking this slow, teasing her, pushing her to her limits and then drawing back, drawing her pleasure out for as long as possible. But the second I touched her, I wanted nothing more than to make her come then and there. I slide my index finger and middle finger through her folds, not penetrating her, just exploring the slick skin.
A place only I had been. A place only I will ever be. I shake my head knowing that wasn’t true. I may be the first guy to touch her pussy, but I wouldn’t be the last. I begin to rub slowly.
“I’ve never watched before.” Her voice is breathy and filled with lust as the air leaves her lungs with the words, “This is so hot.”
“You are so hot.” I press another kiss to her neck, and I know I need to rein in all of this kis
sing I’m doing. No kissing her lips under any circumstances, Jackson. At least not yet… “Okay, tell me how you feel.”
“I feel… amazing.”
“What is your body telling you? What do you want?”
“Faster.”
“Anything else?”
She closes her eyes in an effort to listen completely to her body. “More…pressure.” I obey her instructions, watching the moisture flood the area almost as quickly as I’m feeling it.
“You are so wet, Ava.”
“Oh fuck!” she whimpers, and I feel her lips quiver under my calloused fingers.
“Are you going to come, sweet girl?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me when.”
She nods her head, her eyes fluttering open again, and they find mine in the mirror. Her brown eyes are darker than normal, almost black. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, but lets it go immediately in a gasp when she feels my cock twitch against her.
“Does my lip biting… do something to you?” she whimpers as I’ve quickened my assault on her.
“Yes. Focus.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“Hush.” I want to get her attention off of me and onto her orgasm. She locks eyes with me and bites her lip again, a mischievous smile curving her mouth. I groan and lower my forehead to her shoulder, trying to avoid her gaze and her pink lips. I pinch her clit between my fingers, and I didn’t know it was possible, but the juices forming between her legs increase tenfold. I wrap my left hand around her, as my right is still inside of her, and spread her open for me so I can see every inch of her. The pink, slick flesh is calling out to me on the most primal level.
I have to taste her. I have to fuck her. I want to fuck her and see my cum coating her pussy. Fuck, this is just a favor to Ava. She is not…yours.
The feeling of Ava rocking back and forth, bumping my cock, snaps me from my caveman thoughts. She’s close. My left hand that was holding her open ascends up and under her t-shirt to find her bare breast. I cup it, playing with her nipple, pinching it and rolling it between my fingers. With one last stroke over her clit, Ava’s orgasm rings through the air as she begins to quiver in my arms. I feel her clit throbbing as she moans out my name over and over. I continue to rub her hard and fast as I see her orgasm practically pouring out of her. Is she…a squirter? Fuck. Ava Remington, what the fuck kind of sex goddess are you? Her hands grip my thighs as she slumps against me. My fingers slow their ministrations, and I slowly pull them from her body.
