by Lola StVil
He leads me to the couch, and we sit down side by side. He keeps my hand in his.
“If you wanted to know the truth, you only had to ask.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean it to come out the way it did. I … I liked the way you wanted to protect me, but nothing really happened, and I don’t want you to go after him. Okay?”
“I can’t promise you that, but I can promise to be honest with you. Do you want to know what happened?”
I nod, and he starts to tell me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
REX
I don’t particularly want to go back there. I don’t want to think about what happened, what I did, the aftermath that came with it. But I owe her the truth. I almost walked away from her when I heard she believed I’d killed someone, but I guess that’s the Upper East Side for you. Scandal and lies. And Ava has been here her whole life. That has to have some effect on what she’s willing to accept as truth. But she wants to change. She wants out. And as much as I’m still telling myself this isn’t going to happen between us, I know now I’m lying to myself. I will have her. But before that happens, then Ava deserves to hear this; she deserves to know exactly who she’d be getting in bed with.
“I used to be part of the scene. Parties, all that shit,” I start.
Ava’s jaw drops and her eyes open wide. I can’t help but laugh.
“What you don’t think a grease monkey could have had a decent upbringing?”
“Of course, it’s not that. It’s just, well, you’re so … different than the guys I know.”
I shrug. “I probably wasn’t then. I mean, I was never handsy with unwilling woman, but I was an entitled douchebag. I started to see the cracks, the lies behind the façade just after my dad died. By the time I started my mechanic training, I had pretty much left the life behind. I was still living in an apartment here, but I wasn’t a part of the scene anymore. I was focused on getting qualified and starting my business. My mom had my stepdad by then, and I thought everything was finally coming together.
“One day I came around to see my mom. She wasn’t expecting me, but she never locked her door, something I was always bitching at them for. I went in and heard shouting. I hurried through to the living room. She was on the ground, cowering from my stepdad, her hands protecting her face. He was kicking her. I saw red and I beat that man within an inch of his life. Someone called the police, probably my mom, and they dragged me off him before I went too far, but the damage was done.”
“But surely when they heard why you did it, they couldn’t lock you up for protecting your mom,” Ava says.
“That’s what you’d think, isn’t it? That’s certainly what my lawyer thought. Until my mom took my stepdad’s side. He said I came in and attacked him unprovoked, and my mom backed his story up. It was never any secret that we didn’t really get along, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
“That’s … that’s awful,” Ava says.
She rubs her hand over mine. Even now, her touch doesn’t fail to ignite me.
“Yeah. It’s pretty eye-opening when even your mom turns out to be fake. I suppose the records being sealed are both a blessing and a curse. My name wasn’t splashed over all the papers, but it’s harder to get employment when someone hears ‘criminal record’ and can’t check to see your story matches the records.”
“But my dad employed you. He must have had access to the records because he’s a lawyer.”
I shrug. I don’t want to lie to her, but her dad clearly hasn’t told her he knew my dad, and I don’t think it’s my place to tell her that.
“Why where they sealed, anyway? You weren’t a minor, and I assume he wasn’t.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, he was far from a minor. He convinced the judge I was going to spout a whole load of lies about him to try and ruin his reputation. And when you’re the DA, judges tend to believe you.”
Ava’s jaw drops open again, and I nod.
“Yup. Even the DAs around here are corrupt.”
“Well, the answer is obvious, isn’t it?” Ava says.
“Is it?”
I don’t even know what the question is.
“Of course it is. I’ll talk to my dad. And he’ll find a way to clear your name.”
“No,” I say instantly, shaking my head. “Promise me you won’t do that.”
“But—”
“No. Promise me.”
I am more forceful the second time, and she nods. “Okay. I promise. But can I ask why?”
“It’s history, Ava. And dragging it all up again will only draw attention to me. Who would believe me over the ex-DA? It just wouldn’t happen, and quite frankly, I’d rather forget about it.”
“But doesn’t it bother you? When people believe horrible shit about you?” she asks.
“No. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about me. Except maybe you.”
The second part slips out without me wanting it to. Ava smiles and looks into my eyes.
“I think you’re everything I ever wanted,” she says.
Even after that, is it possible this perfect, beautiful woman wants me? Can I really let myself believe I can claim her as my own?
I can’t stop myself any longer. I reach out and run my hand down her cheek. She looks back at me with wide, trusting eyes. I close the gap between us, and finally, I let myself kiss her.
It’s everything I thought it would be and more. My cock is so hard that I fear it will tear through my jeans. She brings her hands up and wraps her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. I push my hand into her hair, kissing her roughly, tasting her. She smells of strawberries and musk and she tastes like heaven.
I sweep my hand across her collarbone, over her shoulder and down her side. I rest it on her hip, ready to pull her into my lap. I’m going to take her and make her mine right now.
Suddenly, I pull back, breaking our kiss and letting my hands drop away from Ava. What the fuck am I doing? Ava called me because she was afraid after being groped by some sleazy fuckwit. How can I even be thinking of doing this now?
She looks at me, a wounded look in her eyes. It takes everything I have to pull further away.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AVA
When Rex finally kissed me, I felt like the happiest girl in the world. It was really happening, and it wasn’t because I’d manipulated the situation or teased him. It was because he wanted to kiss me. And that meant so much.
His kiss, his touch, sent shock waves through my body, lighting me up one cell at a time. I kissed him every bit as hungrily as he kissed me, wanting him to ravish me, to caress every part of me, to fuck me like I’d never been fucked before.
And then he pulled away. The look of horror on his face hurts more than I want to admit. Am I that repulsive?
“What is it?” I ask, afraid of the answer. “Don’t you want me?”
“Ava, I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone or anything. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you raw right here on this couch,” he says in a low, husky voice.
His words send a thrill through me, and a flood of warm liquid soaks me between my legs. I shuffle slightly, trying to ease the pressure on my throbbing clit, but looking at him just sets me off again.
“So why are you holding back?” I ask when I trust myself to speak again.
“Because tonight isn’t the night. You’re vulnerable, and I don’t care how much I want you—I won’t take advantage of you,” he says.
“You’re not taking advantage of me. Forget about what happened, Rex. I’m damn sure I’m going to try to. I’m not a kid. I know what I want. You.”
He makes a growling sound that sends another flood rushing out of me. The lust in that sound almost pushes me over the edge without him even having to touch me. I’m going to be putty in his hands.
“Don’t,” he says.
I remember what he said to me in the boiler cupboard. If I keep pushing him, he’ll take me. I need
to push him. I need him to see I want this. I stand up and face him. He watches me cautiously.
I can see how hard his cock is as I run my tongue over my lips. He makes that growling sound again. I look him in the eye as I lift my dress up, only breaking eye contact while the dress passes my face. I drop it to the floor and stand before him in my underwear.
“Put it back on. Now,” he says.
His tone is commanding, and it sends a shiver through me. I almost do as he says—that’s the effect he has on me—but resist.
“No,” I say.
“Fucking now, Ava. I’m not messing around here.”
“Neither am I,” I say.
I reach around to unhook my bra, and Rex jumps to his feet.
“Stop it.”
“Or what?” I tease him.
“Or I swear I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll fuck you until you are begging me to stop. And there’ll be nothing gentle about it. It will be rough, hard, and afterward, you will be mine, Ava.”
I swallow hard. I am so wet I can feel it soaking through my panties and coating the tops of my thighs.
“There will be no going back once I claim your pussy. You will be mine. Do you understand what that means?”
“Yes,” I say.
I reach out for him, but he catches my wrist and stops me.
“You will be mine forever. There will be no one else. I will claim you as mine, and you will give yourself only to me.”
“So take me, then,” I say, hearing the lust in my own voice. “Because I’m already yours.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
REX
Her last sentence does it for me. It pushes me over the edge, and I reach out blindly and pull Ava into my arms. I kiss her the way I’ve wanted to kiss her since I first saw her. Hard and full. I want to bruise her lips, to make them tender, a stinging reminder that she is mine now.
She feels soft against me as she molds her body to mine, but beneath the outward softness, there’s a tough quality to Ava. One that tells me she can handle everything I throw at her and more.
Our hands are all over each other as we kiss. Ava steps back from me long enough to drag my t-shirt off, and then she’s back, her lips on mine again. She runs her nails down my back, sending shivers through me, and I can’t help but think I have unleashed her every bit as much as she has unleashed me.
I rub my hand down her side and push it between us. I rub my fingers over the top of panties, teasing her, not applying any pressure. Her panties are soaked through, and I feel a rush of heat envelop me.
I move my lips from hers and kiss down her neck, moving around to her ear. I blow gently on her neck, enjoying the gooseflesh it brings to the surface. I run my fingers across the surface of her panties again and she gasps.
“Your pussy is mine,” I tell her, close to her ear.
She makes an mmm sound. I move my hand from the small of her back and slap it against her ass, cupping a handful of her flesh and squeezing it.
“Say it,” I command her.
“My pussy is yours,” she whispers.
She sounds almost embarrassed. She needs to get past that and enjoy the moment.
“Louder,” I say, giving her ass cheek another hard squeeze.
She sucks in a rush of breath. “My pussy is yours,” she says again, louder this time.
“Better,” I tell her.
I tease her slit again. It’s teasing me too. I want nothing more than to plunge into her and claim her, but first, I want her to know what being with me really means.
She presses herself against my hand, and I move it back slightly, not ready to allow her any release.
“You want me to make that clit pulse?”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she says.
I take her by the hand and lead her to the back of the couch. I turn her so she’s facing away from me. I unhook her bra and peel it down her arms, casting it aside, then I lift her hands, placing them on the walls with her palms flat.
“Don’t move your hands,” I say.
I press myself against her back and run my hands over her newly exposed breasts. Her nipples are so hard already, and when I give one a pinch, she moans in pleasure.
“Please,” she says again.
I unbuckle my belt and open my jeans. She tries to turn around.
“I didn’t tell you that you could move, did I?” I say.
“Ummm,” she says, unsure of herself suddenly.
“So face the wall,” I tell her.
I push my jeans and boxers down. I kick my shoes and socks off and step out of my clothes, kicking them away. I put my hands on Ava’s stomach and pull her back against me. I can feel the tension in her stomach.
“Just relax and trust me, Ava. You’re going to feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I feel her stomach muscles relax at my words. I want to take her to heaven and back, but I want her to want me to take control of her like this. I don’t want her to be afraid.
“If it gets too much—”
“It won’t,” she interrupts me.
I grin to myself. No, I don’t think it will now she knows what to expect.
I reach between her legs and press against her clit, still over the top of her panties, but this time, I apply enough pressure that I know she’s feeling it.
“Who does this belong to?”
“You,” she says breathily.
I pull my hand away from her again, and she moans in frustration. I smile again and peel her panties down. I let them fall to the floor, and she eagerly kicks them free of her legs.
I kneel down behind her. She’s so wet that I can see the coating of her juices on the top of her thighs. I run my fingers up her calves and up her thighs. She hisses in a breath as I lick up the back of one of her thighs and then down the other.
I push her feet, and she understands and widens her stance. I push my fingers into her, moving them in and out of her. She rewards me with another moan and another rush of wetness. I need to taste her. Claiming her with my fingers is not enough. I need to claim her with my tongue, and then, when she thinks she can’t take anymore, I’ll claim her again with my cock.
I push my fingers further into her, stretching her pussy, making her mine. She moans again. She’s close now, and she bucks her hips, pushing herself onto my fingers, bringing them in deeper. I give one final push and then pull my hand away.
“Rex, please,” she whispers.
“Turn around,” I command her.
She does as I say without question. She stands with her back against the wall, her face contorted in the agony that comes in the moments before release. Her body is glistening with sweat, and she looks so fucking amazing I have to bite down on the inside of my mouth to stop myself from coming just looking at her like that.
I move closer to her and wrap my hands around her thighs. I grip them and I move my face closer to her. I blow lightly on her slit, and she sucks in a tortured breath. I can smell the need in her, and it drives me absolutely fucking wild. Finally, I give us both what we need.
I pull her lips open and rub my tongue across her clit. I can taste her salty juices, and it tastes like forever. I lick her again, moving my tongue in a circle, flicking it over her clit. She is at the edge now, ready to go over.
I move my tongue away from her clit and slip it inside her pussy, claiming the very center of her as my own. She gasps again and calls out my name. I can’t hold back much longer. I need to feel that pussy gripping my cock. I need her to know that she’s all mine.
I push my tongue further into her. The stinging sensation at the base of my tongue as I stretch it helps to stop me going over the edge myself. I reach up and press her clitoris as I eat her. She gives a strangled cry.
I pull my tongue out of her but keep rubbing her pulsing clit.
“Come for me Ava.”
She does. A flood of warm juices run out of her, coating my hands, coating her thighs. I don’t stop pressing on her clit as she comes. S
he is gasping for air now, barely getting a breath in before she tries for the next one.
When her peak hits her, she doesn’t just say my name—she screams it. My cock twitches at the sound of my name on her tongue. I get to my feet, still working her clit, and as her knees buckle, I sweep my arm around her waist and pull her against me, stopping her from falling. She flops against me, almost as though she’s boneless. Her gasping breaths throw warm bursts of air over my shoulder and the side of my neck, and I know I can’t wait.
I take my hand away, and her breathing begins to slow a little. She’s still shaky, but she seems steady enough on her legs that I let her go. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed. I lean down and kiss her. She’s still breathless, and she sucks the air from my lungs. She is mine.
I pull back when I’m confident she’s ready.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall again,” I say.
Her eyes widen in hunger, and she follows my instructions. I wait until she’s facing the wall, bracing herself on her hands. I take her by the hips and pull her backward. She’s a fast learner. Her hands stay on the wall so that her ass is sticking out. I caress her ass cheeks and then reach around and run my fingers through her slit again. I tease her, massaging her clit for a second, then her opening, and then moving around the back. I run my fingers through her ass cheeks, spreading her wetness. I move back to her pussy. I slip one finger in and find her g-spot.
“Fucking hell, Rex,” she screams.
I press down on the spot, and her whole pussy tightens, gripping my finger. I’m rewarded with another rush of liquid, and another breathy moan. I massage her clit with my other hand until she comes again, screaming my name in a series of ragged gasps.
She’s so wet now, and the sight of her, the smell of her, has my cock pulsing. Desperate for release myself now, I pull her open with one hand and grip the base of my cock in the other. I push the tip just inside her, and she moans.
I move my hands, gripping her hips, stretching her opening, making her ready to take me. She gasps again. I pull back on her hips at the same as I thrust into her. I enter her in one smooth stroke, filling her and claiming her pussy as mine.
