by Tess Summers
“Oh my God,” she moaned. He had pulled the skin right above her hood back with his left hand while his right hand expertly rubbed her erect nub. She was starting to gasp and moan when he urgently pulled her onto his lap so he could move his hands about more freely. She was facing away from him, her thighs dangling over his so he could easily open her legs simply by spreading his. With his left hand he started fucking her again with two fingers, and with his right started rubbing her clit fast and hard. She pulled the skin above her hood back for him—she’d liked how that felt—and was gasping for air and making little whimpering noises of ‘yeah’, which made him finger bang her faster.
He slowed his hands down and started dipping his fingers into her slowly and deeply again while rubbing her sensitive button in small circles. When he pulled his fingers out of her, he whispered roughly in her ear, “Your pussy is so wet. You must love it when I fuck your tight little hole with my fingers.”
She moaned. “Oh yes, I love it!”
Holy fuck! Brad never talked to me like that! Ker-splash!
He plunged them back inside her. “You love it because you’re a naughty, dirty girl.”
She whimpered again, feeling herself get instantly wetter as he continued.
“Look at you with your legs spread wide open, letting me do whatever I want to you.”
She was genuinely soaked. He gradually started to pick up the pace with his hands again.
“My fingers are so deep inside you. Listen to how wet and sloppy you are.”
He started rubbing and banging her faster and harder, her juices making a sloshing sound against his hands.
She started to moan louder and tried to close her legs as she was getting close to losing control, but he widened his legs underneath hers, causing her to spread hers back open, and hugged her around her middle with his arms as he continued.
“Are you a dirty girl?”
“Yes!” She was close. She was whimpering and moaning and he was buffing her clit fast.
“Say it! Say ‘I’m a naughty, dirty girl’!”
She was gasping when she whispered, “I’m a naughty, dirty girl.” His slid a third finger inside her.
His voice got rougher and he said, “What are you? Tell me!”
Louder this time, she did as he commanded and breathlessly cried, “I’m a dirty, bad girl.” She was grinding hard against his hand.
He asked, louder and more urgently, “Are you my nasty girl?”
She whimpered and nodded and he ordered her, “Tell me whose little dirty girl you are.”
This time she let out a loud “I’mmmm yoooooouuur dirrrrrrrtyyyyy girlllll” as she started to come hard on his hands while her body writhed uncontrollably.
She tried to close her legs again, but he held them open and continued penetrating her until she finished her orgasm, then she forcefully closed them at the knees and pushed his hands away.
Rolling off his lap and breathing hard, she gasped, “What the hell was that?”
“Too much?” he asked sheepishly.
She took a few gulps of air. “At the risk of sounding like a whore, oh my God, no! That was awesome!”
*
He grinned smugly. The doctor has a naughty side.
“I know I should let you recover but all that talk got me really worked up, so…” He pushed her down onto the couch, opened the little purple packet, and slipped the condom on his cock before shoving it inside her. He effortlessly slid right in. He knew the sensation of him in her pussy was heightened from her orgasm when she eagerly moved her hips to meet him with each push. They were perfectly in sync with each other, meeting in the middle with every thrust. It was like they fit together.
“Oh my God, your wet pussy feels amazing!” he uttered as he rammed himself deep inside her again.
“I love it when you fuck me with your hard cock.”
Holy titties, Batman, did she just say what I think she said?
“Fuck me deeper.”
Yep, she did and she’s going to make me come. Damn it.
He was going to pull out for a break to regain his composure and keep himself from climaxing but found he couldn’t stop fucking her. It was too delicious—warm, wet, and mesmerizing. He decided to just go with it, not caring that it’d only been five minutes, and started thrusting inside her fast and hard until he rammed into her as deep as he could and held her hips still for a few seconds, his cock spasming while he filled his condom.
He kissed her deeply before pulling out and escaping to a bathroom to dispose of his latex protection.
He came back rubbing his junk with a hand towel and tossed her a clean one as well.
“Woman, I don’t know what you just did to me but whatever it was, you need to do it again.”
“Right now?” she asked with raised, worried eyebrows.
Laughing, he answered, “I’m probably not ready to right now. I’m not eighteen anymore, but I would definitely not say no to later tonight.” He leaned over and kissed her gently while sliding his hands back between her slit. “And tomorrow morning. And tomorrow afternoon. And tomorrow night.”
Making a face, she concluded, “I think I might get sore with all that.”
He laughed again. “Okay, tonight, tomorrow morning, and tomorrow night.”
She grinned at him seductively. “Okay, I think I can manage that. I’ll probably have to give you a hand job for one of those though.”
She’s getting this flirting thing down.
There was no longer any doubt in his mind; he was in trouble.
Chapter 8
AVA asked if they could stop and check on Grace before going to dinner.
Travis said he thought that was a good idea and mused as they pulled into the driveway, “Patrick better not be here again.”
“How was Patrick this morning?” She laughed.
“Very sorry he called me.” He chuckled. “I was going to send them over here to help clean up, but then I thought that’d probably only add to your burden rather than actually be of any assistance, so I sent the cleaning crew instead and gave the boys some chores around my place to do. Which I let them get started on as soon as I got home this morning.”
“I was nicer. I didn’t get everyone up until eight.” She smiled at him. “Thanks again for sending that team to help. They saved Grace’s ass.”
Grabbing her butt as they walked to the front door of her parents’ home, he murmured in her ear, “It wasn’t Grace’s ass that I was thinking about.”
He seemed amazed at how good the Ericson home looked compared to the night before. They found Jill, Grace, and a few other friends who had slept over the previous night sitting on the couch in the family room watching a movie.
“I’m just making sure I won’t be getting a call tonight from Mrs. Marsten!” Ava announced as she walked through the doorway. Grace wasn’t looking at her; she was much more interested in who had followed her sister into the room.
“This is Travis Sterling. He had the pleasure of picking up his nephew Patrick and his friend from your soirée last night. You all should be thanking him—he’s the one who sent the cleaning crew to help you today.”
“Hey, thanks a lot,” they all murmured in some form or another then Grace bluntly asked, in a way only an eighteen-year-old girl who was the youngest child of the family can, “That was really cool of you to do, but why did you do that?”
Travis didn’t flinch, although Ava squirmed a little. “I saw what this place looked like when I picked up my nephew last night. Your mother is someone I adore, the very idea of how upset she would be to come back from vacation to her beautiful home in that condition—and my nephew played a part in that—bothered me. Francine has helped me with so many projects, I would be lost without her expertise. So let’s just say, I wanted to stay on her good side.”
Grace nodded as though she could understand that reasoning. She then squinted her eyes and asked, “But
why are you here with my sister now?”
Ava wondered how he was going to handle this one. She had no idea how to answer and firmly kept her mouth shut.
“I met your sister last night, thought she was hot, and asked her on a date. She said yes. I’m hoping to take her back to my place after dinner.”
Grace’s eyes flew to Ava’s face looking for verification that what this gorgeous man had told her was true.
Ava started laughing. “He’s teasing you, Gracie. We’re having dinner to talk about a project we might be working on together.” She was going to kill him. She continued dismissively, “It’s not a date. He’s got a girlfriend.”
She hoped that was enough to satisfy the young girl’s curiosity. Her younger sister seemed genuinely disappointed her older sister wasn’t really on a date with this hottie and shook her head. “Oh. That’s too bad. You’d make a cute couple.”
An explosion scene in the movie drew the group’s attention back to the screen, and Ava saw it as her chance to escape. “We’re going to go now! Behave yourselves, I mean it!”
A few of them gave her a half-hearted, “Bye! We will!” without looking away from the TV, and Grace called out, “Thank you again, Travis!” as they headed toward the front door.
Ava slugged him once they got outside while he laughed and seemed quite pleased with himself. She tried to be mad at him but couldn’t help but see the humor in the situation, yet still said indignantly, “It’s not funny!” while starting to giggle. “Payback’s a bitch!” she warned. For some odd reason, she got the distinct feeling he wasn’t worried.
* * * *
They ended up eating at Figurino’s, a small, family-owned Italian restaurant that both Ava and Travis were connected to. She used to babysit the Italian immigrant owners’ twins, Marco and Maria, and he had represented them (and won) in a case against their realtor who had been negligent in his representation of them during their purchase of the restaurant location.
Ava walked through the door first and Mrs. Figurino rushed to grab her hands the second she recognized her.
“Bella! It’s so wonderful to see you!” she exclaimed while still holding her hands. “Tony! Come quick and see who it is!”
She was so busy gushing over Ava she hadn’t taken the time to look at Travis, but when she finally gestured to him with, “And who is this?” she realized who he was and put her head in her hands.
“Mr. Sterling!” She chattered in Italian as she grabbed his face in both her hands and kissed him on each cheek. Motioning for them to follow, she said, “Come, come! I give you our best table!” She then called over her shoulder again. “Antonio!”
It was a small restaurant but very popular with the locals, and it was Saturday night. The place was packed, and there was an obvious waiting list to be seated.
Mrs. Figurino quickly arrived back at their table with a decanter of Chianti. “On the house!” she proclaimed and shouted again, “Tony!”
Ava and Travis smiled at each other over the fuss she was making. Travis grabbed the older lady’s hand to slow her down. “Have Tony come out when the kitchen has calmed down. We’re going to be here a while, there’s no rush.”
She grabbed his cheek and started sputtering in Italian. Ava guessed it had to do with how good looking he was.
Ava politely asked her, “How are Maria and Marco?”
Mrs. Figurino crossed herself then looked up and kissed the side of the knuckle on her index finger. “Maria starts Stanford in two months, and she is driving me crazy! Marco is getting shipped out for boot camp next month! My boy! A marine!” She was very proud.
Travis smiled. “I graduated from Stanford Law School. Maria is going to love going to school there. And a Marine! That has to make you proud.”
The older woman’s eyes grew wide, “Ohhhh, you were a Cardinal too? That’s wonderful! Yes, we are proud. Worried but proud.” She stood there looking at them, her eyes shining, then made a gesture insinuating she approved of the pairing of the two.
Ava got the feeling Mrs. Figurino would have stayed at their table all night, had the restaurant been slower, but she soon realized she was being derelict in her duties and excused herself. Every time she walked by their table, however, her eyes twinkled, and she would say phrases with ‘amour’ in them and sigh, clasping her hands to her chest.
“I think she might be worse than the paparazzi at Evangeline’s,” Travis leaned over and whispered in her ear. She thought she heard him utter something about apple blossoms when he pulled away.
Ava giggled and said quietly, “I think so!”
“We had better drink this wine or she will be back trying to give us something else,” he said as he lifted the bottle and poured two glasses. Ava disliked red wine but politely sipped it in between bites of bread sticks that masked the taste.
Travis caught on to what she was doing and laughed. “Way to take one for the team.”
They ended up having a terrific night, laughing and talking about their lives. Ava never believed she’d ever meet a man she thought was as smart as her father. Travis came pretty close. She loved how warm he was with the Figurinos, and how he reciprocated the wife’s loving gestures toward him. And every time he looked at her and smiled, showing that dimple, her stomach did flip-flops. Oh how she hoped he was serious about having sex again tonight! She was excited about all the things she knew he could teach her, things she didn’t even know she wanted to try—like the naughty talk he said to her on his couch. She knew she should be embarrassed by how she’d responded, but strangely, she wasn’t. Just like she wasn’t about their sleeping together last night. She didn’t know if it was how he made her feel, or if she had simply gotten more comfortable with her sexuality. Perhaps it was both.
Maybe if she’d been more confident sexually then Brad would have never left her. If she had conveyed she was willing to try new things, he might have been more willing to initiate new adventures and spice up their vanilla sex life. She had a running list in her head of things she wanted to try, things she wanted to learn before getting Brad back into her bed, and knew the wonderful smelling man next to her could be an amazing teacher.
She grabbed the bill when it came. Travis in no uncertain terms made it crystal clear he was paying for dinner and would always pay for dinner, and to even suggest otherwise was an insult. She noticed he tipped their waiter almost one hundred percent. When he saw her curious look at how much cash he left on the table, he shrugged and said, “They didn’t charge me for the wine.”
She smiled. Keeping her eye on the prize might prove more difficult than she originally thought.
When they strolled arm-in-arm down the walkway that led to the parking lot, he pulled her over to a fountain that was apparently doubling as a wishing well. He reached in his pocket, pulled out a quarter, and handed it to her.
“Make a wish,” he urged.
Ava took the coin, closed her eyes, kissed it, held her breath, and then threw it into the water.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, his hands still in his pockets. “Just in case that was what you wished for.”
No, what she wished for was to get out of this with her heart still in one piece.
“Now you!” she eagerly suggested.
Travis fished around his pocket and found another coin. He didn’t close his eyes or do any of the theatrics Ava believed were instrumental in making your wish come true. He simply thought for a moment and tossed in the quarter with purpose. She leaned over and offered up her lips to his.
After their gentle kiss, she smiled and murmured, “Just in case that was what you wished for.”
“How did you know?” he teased, his lips brushing against hers.
*
If Travis thought for a second he was going to be sick of her by tomorrow, he knew that theory had long been disproved. In addition to being hot as hell, she was genuine, insightful and witty. Her laugh was contagious and damn it, she continue
d to be kind.
He kept secretly hoping at some point in the evening she’d become annoyed with Mrs. Figurino and start pouting and force him to leave. Instead she encouraged the woman, laughing and joining her in teasing him.
Maybe she would find something to complain about, and he could become irritated with her whining and want to take her home. Perhaps she wouldn’t eat the food or just stick with a salad. No, she seemed to love everything about the place, including the food, and even drank the wine she clearly didn’t like without ever saying a word.
Or possibly they’d run out of things to talk about, and the night would drag on. No such luck. The conversation flowed nonstop and the time flew by; he had actually been surprised to learn it was as late as it was. They had closed the place.
He couldn’t think of one thing he hadn’t enjoyed about their evening. And those wine stained lips—he kept picturing them wrapped around his cock later. Her performance on his couch made him wonder if she was more experienced than he had thought she was last night.
He had patiently waited until they were outside to kiss her, although he’d been wanting to all night every time she smiled. Which was a lot. He had better find a flaw of hers and fast.
This was scary new territory for him. The women he dated were beautiful but superficial. The kind that exhausted him by the end of the night. The type he didn’t wake up next to or bring to his home. He realized he’d never brought a woman to his current house who wasn’t a relative or employee of his. Here he was, date number two and not only had he brought her to his house, he’d fucked her within thirty minutes of being there, and he was looking forward to waking up to her in his bed tomorrow morning.
Somebody hit the brakes!
Except he didn’t and he might have shoved anyone who tried out of the way.
*
They walked into his kitchen and said hello to Fred and Ginger. Her glass of vodka and orange juice still sat on the counter, half full. He dumped it out and asked if she wanted another. She shook her head, and he grabbed a beer from the fridge. Finding a bottle opener, he gestured to the beautifully lit pool area. “Wanna sit in the hot tub?”
