by Brent, Amy
“I’m so sorry, Logan,” she said.
“It’s fine. It really is. When I was a teenager, I vowed that I’d take care of my mother one day. So, I graduated high school early, enrolled in college early. I graduated from there early. I worked in the industry until I had the cash flow to start my own business. And when I raked in my first big year, I moved my mother to the city so I could take care of her.”
“That’s incredible. How early did you graduate high school?”
“At sixteen.”
“You graduated at sixteen years old!?”
I chuckled at her shock. “I did, yes. I graduated law school just after I turned twenty-two. Summer school was a powerful force with that feat.”
“Did you even let yourself eat? Or breathe?” she asked.
I grinned as she leaned back in her chair.
“Some semesters. But not all the time. Sometimes I just starved or turned blue before I passed out.”
“You’re incredible, Logan.”
The awe in her voice seized my heart and stopped it in my chest.
“I knew the more time I spent in school, the less time I’d spend taking care of my mother. So, I did it as quickly as possible. Now that I have her situated in a place of her own and I know she’s safe and provided for, I’m branching out a bit. I’m socializing, giving myself some time to explore my own life,” I said.
“You deserve it, wholeheartedly,” Ava said.
“No one deserves anything. But I worked hard, and I’m ready to bask in that hard work for a little while.”
“Then by all means, bask away.”
I didn’t know if it was the wine, the full stomach, or the lilting trance of her voice. But before I knew it, I was on my feet and moving toward Ava. I set my wine glass down and allowed the food to grow cold on the table. I hovered over her, watching as her eyes followed me. I plucked her wine glass from her hand and settled it beside her plate, then placed one hand on the table and the other behind her chair.
“Logan?” she asked. Her voice was breathless, light, and filled with a want that ignited a fire in my gut. I was looking into the eyes of a wonderful woman, a powerful woman, an independent woman. And I wanted every facet of her.
“You’re a remarkable woman, Ava.”
I slowly bent down until the pulse of her breath was against my lips.
“I’m just me,” she said.
“They’re one in the same, you know. You say you’re just you, but you are pretty remarkable. So, in effect, you’re right.”
“Something tells me you’re a hell of a lawyer in a courtroom.”
“And something tells me someone, somewhere, convinced you that you aren’t.”
Her face fell, and it hurt my heart. But it was something I saw in her eyes from time to time, a self-consciousness that didn’t belong with her strength. Her gaze darted away from mine, and I waited for her to come back around. I wasn’t going to force it or guide it or do anything to make her think she had to play along. I wanted her to want this, to want us.
I wanted her to want me.
“I don’t really want to talk about that tonight,” she whispered.
“And we don’t have to. I wasn’t asking you to. But somewhere along the line, someone got into your head and convinced you that you’re less than what you really are. I see it in your eyes sometimes. You’re humble, but sometimes your humbleness borders on self-degradation. And I don’t like that.”
Her eyes fluttered back up to mine, and she looked at me from beneath those thick black eyelashes of hers.
“What I want you to know is that I see your worth, your value, your strength and your beauty. Ava, you’re an incredible woman, and I’m lucky to have met you.”
Her eyes fell to my lips before hers parted ever so slightly. I grinned at the sight. I nuzzled the tip of my nose against hers, feeling the way she tilted her body closer to me. She draped her arm over mine as I pressed my palm into the back of her chair. Our eyes connected. Our lips were mere millimeters apart. I could taste her, smell the wine still dancing on her breath.
“Ava,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I already told you the answer.”
I closed the distance between us, unable to hold myself back any longer. My want for her was stronger than my will to obey the rules. As a lawyer, I bent rules all the time. They bent to my will and I didn’t let up until I had won them over. Ava was no different. Rules kept us separated, but I’d bend them any way I needed to if it meant getting to her.
If it meant bending her any way I wished in bed.
She moaned against my lips as she cupped my cheeks. I slid my tongue along the slit of her mouth, begging for entrance into her warmth. My cock throbbed. My hands curled around the edges of the table and the chair. She ran her fingers through my hair as her lips parted for me, granting me a taste of her sweetness. I groaned into her mouth. I couldn't help it. The electricity that surged through my veins set me on fire for her. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her up from the chair and gripped her in my arms as her head tilted to the side, desperate to get closer to me.
She hadn’t had to bring dessert with her to dinner, because tonight she was the dessert.
Ava
My back hit the bed and his tongue invaded my mouth. I fisted my hands in his hair as I spread my legs to accommodate his body. He pushed my dress up my thighs and bunched it up at my waist, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him naked, and I needed him as quickly as possible.
I wrapped my legs around him and rolled him over, much to his surprise. Grabbing my dress, I ripped it over my head, then crashed my lips back down on his neck. He groaned for me. He fisted my hair as I dragged my lips down his neck. I tugged at his shirt until he rose up and removed it himself, almost causing me to fall off his lap.
“I gotcha. I gotcha,” he said.
Feeling his chiseled chest against mine made me melt into him. His lips pressed back to mine as his hands made their way around my body. He stripped me of my bra effortlessly, sliding it down my arms. My tits hurt. They begged for his touch. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my bosom, feeling him grin against me. He kissed down my neck. I opened myself to him as his tongue traced my pulse point. He moved my nipple to his lips and lavished it with attention, sucked on it and nibbled on it, tugged at it with his fingers while he paid attention to the other.
And all the while, his cock thickened between my legs.
“Lie back,” I breathed.
My eyes met his, and his brow furrowed.
“Lie down, Logan. I still want to learn.”
His back hit the bed, and I slid between his legs. I worked his belt open and out of the belt loops, then tossed it to the floor. His pants came off, and I practically tore at his boxers, unable to wait to free his cock. It slapped against his stomach, and my eyes widened at the massive dick now dripping against his skin. I worked his pants off his legs as he lay there, panting and waiting for me to make the next move.
But I didn’t really know where to go from here, and Logan must have sensed it.
“Wrap your hand around the bottom,” he said.
My eyes fluttered up to him as he sat up and looked down at me.
“Like this,” he said.
He grabbed my wrist and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing girth. I pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting him on my lips for the first time. He was salty, sour. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. I lapped hesitantly at the drops of precum that leaked from his cock as my hand pulsed around it.
“You can kiss it if you want,” he said.
My eyes fluttered up to his, and his gaze darkened. I wanted to pleasure him, to please him the way he did me. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick and felt him jump against my palm, my eyes never leaving his. His chest heaved with his deep breaths. I could tell he was trying to control himself, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to lose himself in me.
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Parting my lips, I slid them down his cock, listening as he groaned for me. Shivers ran down my back as my lips hit the top of my hand and I gagged on the thickness of his dick. He cupped my cheek and massaged underneath my chin. I sucked on his cock for a bit before his thumb pressed between my teeth, unhinging my jaw just a little more than I already had it. Like magic, my tongue relaxed and he slipped all the way back.
“Oh, holy fuck, Ava. Like that. There it is.”
I relaxed around him, not wanting to trigger anything else as he dripped down the back of my throat.
“W-w-when a woman—opens her jaw like that—”
I hollowed out my cheeks and forced him to stop his sentence.
“S-s-she, uh—her tongue, it, uh—”
Moaning as he slowly fell back onto the bed, he lost his train of thought. I smiled around his dick, lapping my tongue along the underside of his massive girth. His hand migrated to my hair, and he began to pump my head, running my lips up and down his shaft. I held on to the base of his cock, and he guided my movements. I swirled my tongue around his tip as more precum poured into my mouth. My jaw ached. My tongue grew tired. But I didn’t want to stop pleasing him. I didn’t want to stop listening to his sounds.
“Shit, Ava. You’re an incredible learner. Oh, fuck. So close. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His cock pulsed, and he immediately ripped me from his dick. I whimpered at the loss of him as he pulled my hand away from his thickness. I panted for air as spit dribbled down my chin. I don’t know why he had stopped me. had I been doing it wrong? Had I hurt him?
But the second his eyes met mine, I knew none of that was the reason.
He launched off the bed and picked me up. My back barreled into the wall as he gripped my hair again. He pulled my head to the side as I wrapped my legs around him, whimpering at the way he nibbled on my skin. His cock played at my entrance, my juices already dripping onto his skin. I threaded my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, my hips rolling into his.
I captured his cock with my motions, and it made me shake with desire until he filled me with every inch.
“Don’t hold back, Logan,” I whispered.
His eyes came up to meet mine as our hips sat together.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“Don’t hold back.”
His hand fell from my hair and wrapped around the back of my neck. He cradled my head, pressing me closer into the wall. He rolled his hips, sliding farther inside than I had ever thought possible.
Then he pulled back and slammed in.
He lost me in a wave of lust. With each pounding of his hips, my body lurched for him. He watched me, hovered over me and kept his eyes trained on me as his hips assaulted me in all the best ways. My jaw quivered. He cupped the back of my head. He brought my forehead to his as I gasped for air, ecstasy washing over me. My pussy clenched. My legs trembled. He filled me to the brim before starting over and doing it again.
It was all too much. I wanted it all too much.
“Oh shit. Logan, yes. Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh. Yes—”
His lips crashed into mine as my pussy fluttered around his cock. Juices dripped from my body, coating my thighs and soaking his balls. He peeled me from the wall and pulled himself from between my legs, leaving me helpless and wanting more of him. He turned me around and bent me over the bed, his hand still fisted in my hair.
“I need you to tell me if it’s too much,” he said.
All I could do was shake my head. It would never be too much, not with Logan.
He slid into me from behind, and my legs almost buckled. He released my hair and fisted my hips, dragging them up to the height he needed. I gripped the sheets of his bed as he drew back and pounded into me, my ass cheeks jiggling for his viewing pleasure. His cock throbbed against my walls as he stroked me perfectly, sending jolts of lightning coursing through my veins. I moaned into his mattress. I found the strength to buck against his body. I dug my heels into his hardwood floors as the bedframe began to scoot across the room. We moved with it. He didn’t once let up as he thrust deeper into me. He swiveled his hips and rolled his body and fisted my hips in a way that made me feel as if he owned me.
And I loved every second of it.
“I feel you. I feel you again, Ava.”
“Oh, shit, Logan. It’s happening again. Oh—fuck, yes.”
“Let it go. Let yourself go. Don’t fight it. Don’t do that.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I collapsed onto his mattress. I allowed the euphoria to pass over me as he pounded me into my second orgasm of the night. Juices sprayed from between my legs, causing him to gasp as I drenched his skin. It ran down my leg as Logan slowed his movements, stroking my fluttering pussy as I bit down on the sheets of his bed.
“What a glorious mess you make, beautiful,” he said, sighing.
I whimpered at the wonder of his words.
He gathered me in his arms and stood me up, then turned me around. I collapsed into his strong frame as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding me onto his lap. His cock slid right back into my body, as if I had been made to fit him. I straddled his hips and clung to his body, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I panted into his neck and felt his sweat brushing against my skin. I nibbled on his ear as his hands rushed up and down my back, trying to calm my twitching muscles.
I couldn't get enough of him, no matter what I did.
His hands slid to my ass and calmly wrapped around my cheeks. My knees dug into the mattress, readying myself for the next phase of our night. But instead of pounding up into me and taking me as his, he slowly rocked my body against his pelvis.
“Follow my motions,” he said.
I pressed my forehead into his temple as I gasped against his skin.
“Just like that,” he whispered.
Slowly, I rolled with him, his cock throbbing against my walls as we moved together as one. I slid my hand through his sweaty hair and sloppily kissed the side of his face. My jaw trembled against his cheek. He gripped my ass tightly as he steadied his movements. He bucked when I rolled. He slid when I stopped. His curls brushed the tip of my swollen clit as it peeked out from between my pussy lips, seeking the friction it so desperately wanted.
“Oh, Logan,” I gasped.
“Just like this. Let your body relax and do what it naturally does.”
“I love this. It feels—so—”
“Perfect?” he asked.
My gaze rose to meet his before our foreheads fell together. I didn’t want to speak it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Slowly, he rolled my hips faster, in wider circles. His cock stroked parts of me that made my toes curl, and I felt that slow build in the pit of my gut. I captured his lips with mine. His arms cloaked my back. Our bodies moved together as his tight curls grazed my clit, and my carnal side took over again.
“Don’t stop, Logan,” I whimpered.
“I never would. I never would, Ava.”
“My body hurts in all the best ways.”
“Then I’ll give you a massage when we’re done.”
“I don’t want to be done,” I whispered.
He groaned at my words as his hips bucked up into mine.
“I don’t ever want to be done,” I gasped.
Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, until my head went back and my nails dug into him. He dropped his face into my cleavage and growled into my skin, creating a sensation that rattled my ribcage and unhinged my jaw in silent pleasure. My mind went blank and the room spun around me. His cock rippled and dumped into me, coating me with his cum and marking his territory like he had twice already. His hands dug into the middle of my back, holding me upright as my body shook and convulsed on top of his. He wrapped his lips around my nipples, sucked them and lapped against them as my pussy milked his cock for all it had.
Then I collapsed into him as he fell to the bed, and the last thing I remembered was his face nestling into my neck and
his arms wrapping me up tight.
Logan
A knock at the door pulled me from my sleep. Ava shift in my arms, and it tugged a tired smile across my cheeks. She felt warm against my skin, soft. She shifted her leg, which was between my thighs, and I clamped down on it with my legs. A tired giggle fell from her lips, and it shivered my bones. Oh, her warmth. The smell of her hair. My face was buried in it, and it felt fantastic. No girl I’d ever dated had allowed me to hold her like this, as close as I was holding Ava. My body ached in all the best ways, and my thighs still burned from our activities the night before.
Another knock pulled me from my wondrous trance.
“Is that your door?” Ava asked groggily.
“Unfortunately.”
“You expecting someone?”
“Sometimes the neighbors lock themselves out. They use my balcony to hop to theirs in order to get in.”
“You’re eight floors up.”
“Tell that to them.”
She giggled in my arms, and I splayed my hands across her naked stomach. Fuck, she felt fantastic. I was going to kill my neighbors for making me pull myself away from her. I slid from bed as the knocking on my door grew more frantic, and I rolled my eyes. The least they could do is wait until my ass rolled out of bed. It was seven in the morning on a damn Saturday. It wasn’t my fault they went partying on their parents’ money and locked themselves out.
“Coming!” I called out.
I slipped on my boxers and pulled a shirt over my head. I looked back, taking one last look at the sleeping beauty in my bed. She pulled the sheet up over her naked form as a tint rose in her olive skin.
Ava really was a beautiful sight.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
“Take your time. I’m going to slip into my clothes once you leave.”
“Don’t get dressed on my account.” I winked.
Another giggle. Another shiver up my spine.
