Knocked Down

by Nikki Ash

  I wanted to grab her and take her into my arms, beg her to understand. It’s clear she has been hurt by a guy and because of whatever he did, I’m going to have to work twice as hard to get under that hard armor she protects herself with.

  I leave her and Lilly to eat in peace, not wanting to make a scene or upset her. About twenty minutes after they leave, my phone is ringing in my pocket.

  “Hello.”

  “You okay?” It’s Lilly and she sounds as worried as I feel.

  “What does she know?” I ask, getting straight to it.

  “I guess Levi somehow insinuated you had hooked up with Holly and that she tried to hook up with Sean as well. I had no clue, so when I said her name, Ava put it all together. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault, Prim. What did she say?”

  Lilly stays silent for a moment. “I don’t want to break her trust. I will say that I think she likes you, otherwise, seeing you with Holly wouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did.”

  “I’ll get it figured out. I think she might be the one, Lilly.”

  “Why don’t Sean and I take Levi this Friday night and you can try to get her to go out with you?”

  “You sure?”

  “Of course! You know I love to take him. I’ll have Sean grab him after he’s done at the gym and you can come over for breakfast when you pick him up Saturday.”

  I sent several texts to Ava with no response. I tried to catch her coming out of her apartment at different times but had zero luck. I even dropped Levi off at school this morning then came back home, hoping to catch her off guard. Her wall is built so high and solid, I’m going to need a damn military IED to blow it to pieces. When I told Lilly she didn’t need to take Levi tonight as I wouldn’t be going out, she offered to set me up with another acquaintance with the promise she wasn’t stuck up like the last woman. I thanked her but told her I wasn’t interested. She still insisted on taking Levi.

  So, it’s Friday night and I’m hanging out at my place alone. There’s a basketball and baseball game on that I’m flipping back and forth between, when I hear a banging coming from the wall. My pictures begin to shake and I jump up to catch one before it clatters to the ground.

  What in the actual fuck.

  The banging stops momentarily then gets louder. It’s coming from Ava’s place. The woman is going to put a damn hole through her wall and end up in my place.

  Then it hits me…she’s home! Throwing on a shirt, I grab my keys and cellphone, lock my door, and walk the ten feet to her place. I knock and hear the dog bark but there’s no answer.

  “Ava! I know you’re home. You about put a hole through my drywall.” The door opens and Ava is standing there. She’s wearing one of her infamous taco shirts that reads, “I’m into fitness. Fit’ness taco in my mouth.” She’s holding a hammer in her hand and looks to be exasperated.

  “Need some help?”

  She sighs and nods, reluctantly handing the hammer over to me. “Yes, please.”

  I follow her to the back into what looks like her office, and on the wall that meets mine, there are several holes where it appears she tried to nail something in.

  “I’m trying to hang up these book covers.” She points to two blown-up framed images.

  “Did you create these?” I ask, checking them out. She smiles wide, her face glowing with pride.

  “I did! They both hit the bestsellers list, so the authors sent me these to thank me.”

  “Look at you go,” I say, turning the frame around to see what the best way to hang these are.

  Ava hands me a handful of screws. “I need to go pee. I’ll be right back!” She runs off into the bathroom.

  I look down at the screws she handed me then at the wall, shaking my head. “Umm…Ava. You know you don’t hammer screws, right? You hammer nails. You screw in screws.”

  “I don’t know what you mean!” she shouts through the door.

  “Do you have a screwdriver?”

  “Yes! In the cabinet in the kitchen on the left side.”

  Heading back out to her kitchen, I find the cabinets on the left side like she said. Her kitchen is identical to mine, everything just flipped in reverse. Opening the top cabinet, I don’t find a screwdriver…but I do find a fuck ton of plastic dicks. I look down the hall, and since she’s still in the bathroom, I pick one up to check it out. Only when I grab it, several others tip over, and before I know it, there are tons of dicks falling out of the cabinet. I try to catch them, but there are too many. And not just dicks! There are vibrators too! In several colors, sizes, and shapes.

  Ava comes running out to see what all the ruckus is and her hands go to her mouth to cover her smile. “Ay dios, mio! I meant the bottom cabinet. Did I forget to say that?” She shakes her head and starts picking up the dicks. I help her, gathering them up from the counter and floor.

  “Babe…if you need this many fake dicks, maybe you haven’t been with the right guy.”

  She stops picking up the dicks and drops them onto the counter. She pops her hip out and her hand goes to her side. Glaring at me, she says, “You know, you keep saying that, and Lilly said the same thing. Maybe I have these”—she points to the dicks—“because there is no such thing as the right guy.”

  “Challenge accepted.” Her eyes go wide but before she can argue, I pick her up and bring her to the couch. After setting her down, I sit next to her.

  “I want you. I want to show you how good it can be, but I will only touch you if you say okay.”

  She stares up at me, her top teeth gnawing at her bottom lip nervously. She’s scared—not physically, but emotionally, she’s terrified.

  “Ava,” I say again, needing her to say the words. She nods but that’s not enough. “Babe, I need you to say it.”

  “Yes.” One word is all she whispers but it’s enough.

  Scooting toward her, I yank her naked legs up onto my lap so I can get closer. My mouth goes straight to hers, our tongues hungrily meeting. My fingers fist her hair, pulling her closer as we deepen our kiss. Ava moans into my mouth and my cock twitches.

  Reluctantly releasing her lips, I tug her hair to the side as I place an open-mouthed kiss behind her ear. She tilts her head to the side and I move my lips slowly down her neck, kissing every inch of flesh I can find. My free hand finds its way back to her legs as my fingers dance along her silky-smooth skin.

  When my lips return back to her mouth, her hands come up to grab my neck as she pulls me closer. She lets out a husky moan that tells me she wants this as much as I do. As we kiss, her hands turn frantic with need. Her fingers move to my shirt, pulling it up—our mouths leaving each other only long enough to take it off—then her fingers move down my pecs toward my abs.

  I lift her shirt up, leaving her in a red and black lacey bra. Then backing up slightly, I pull her tiny shorts down, revealing matching panties.

  “Fuck, Ava. This body.” I run my hands down her neck, over her collarbone, and land on her luscious tits. Pulling the cups down, her tits perk up and I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hardened peak. She lets out a moan and I need her closer. I need to feel her body against mine. Gripping her ass, I drag her onto my lap sideways. We go back to kissing, her soft lips massaging mine until I can’t take it anymore and I need my mouth back on her sweet breasts. I’ve only had a taste and I’m already addicted.

  Taking both of her breasts into my hands, I bring my head down slightly and suck on both her nipples at the same time before pulling back briefly to admire them. They’re dark pink and round and hard as ice. My tongue darts out to flick the pebbled rosebuds and Ava throws her head back in pleasure.

  Needing to touch other parts of her, I place her back on the couch, grab her panties, and slowly push them down her legs until she’s bare for me. I drop them onto the floor, then I take a second to enjoy the beautiful woman in front of me. She reaches around and undoes her bra, dropping it next to her panties. Her eyes meet mine and she looks at
me with lust filled eyes. “Are you going to show me what I’m missing or what?” Her one brow quirks up in a challenge.

  Game on!

  Fourteen

  Ava

  I feel like I’m not even myself. I’m me in someone else’s body and mind. I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now and we haven’t even done anything. My breasts are heavy with want. My pussy is clenching with need. My entire body is tingling, needing this man to touch me. I’m splayed out across the couch, my head against the armrest, my legs spread open, all of me on display, and he looks like he has just been given the best gift on Christmas. I try to ignore the way my heart beats a bit harder, a little faster. I need to separate my hormones from my emotions.

  Dipping down, his hands grip the insides of my thighs as he opens me up even more. His face disappears between my legs and a second later I feel his fingers pulling my lips apart and his tongue sliding into the wet crevice. His tongue pushes farther into me and then up my slit, landing on my clit, and my hips buck as I let out an embarrassing moan in pure ecstasy. I’ve never been eaten like this before. I’ve had guys try but after a few licks they were done, moving onto the main event.

  Griffin, on the other hand, is acting like this is the main event as he licks and sucks and nibbles on my clit. And then I feel his fingers in me. One, two, I think three are pushing through inside me, hitting me deep. His other hand comes up and tweaks my nipple. His eyes are locked with mine and I can barely breathe. I can see his tongue lapping and laving at my clit, up and down my slit, as he fingers me, his eyes never leaving mine. My body is being overstimulated. It doesn’t know what to do. My nipples are tingling, my sex is throbbing. My body is humming, my orgasm building and building, and then his tongue goes flat on my clit and I let go. My head falls back in pleasure, my eyes closing, and I swear I see nothing but black and bright yellow stars behind my lids as I come and come all over his fingers and tongue.

  And he’s right…there isn’t a damn sex toy in the world that could compare to what he just did to me. Opening my eyes, I see him still between my legs. His tongue darts out to lick my essence off his lips, and I want nothing more than to taste myself on him.

  “Come here,” I say softly, and he crawls up my body until his face is a breath away from mine. I grip the back of his neck and pull him into a passionate kiss, tasting myself on his lips. His tongue pushes into mine and I taste myself even more. Turned on, my legs tighten around his sides and I feel his hard length push against my sensitive entrance. Needing to taste him the way he tasted me, I push him back so he’s sitting against the couch, then I crawl over so I’m still on the couch, my knees sinking into the cushions and my ass on display. I unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly.

  “Lift,” I command, and he obeys, lifting his butt up and pushing down his jeans until they are around his ankles. He pulls his boxers down slightly and his cock springs free, and oh my god the thing is massive! It’s hard and veiny and bobbing against his six-pack. Wrapping my hand around it, my fingers don’t make it anywhere near each other. I look up at Griffin who smirks knowingly. Lilly was right, he is more than well-endowed.

  I try to play it off like it’s not a big deal. No need to give the guy a bigger head.

  As I dip down to kiss the crown, his hand kneads my ass cheeks, massaging circles into my flesh and turning me on. I will myself to focus on the task at hand as my lips wrap around the bulbous head. I tease his crown with the tip of my tongue until small amounts of pre-cum leak out, then I lap it up, the saltiness assaulting the taste buds on my tongue.

  I glance up and see Griffin’s head is tilted back against the wall, his eyes closed. I feel his fingers move from my butt cheeks down to my puckered hole. He teases the ring and I wonder if he’s going to try to go in dry, but then he continues down to my sex. Soft teasing strokes up and down my slit. His touch spurs me on and I open wide in an attempt to take him all the way in…and then…about halfway down, his head hits my throat and I gag. I try again, but my gag reflux refuses to cooperate. I choke slightly before trying one more time.

  Needing to please him the way he pleased me, I focus on the top half. My lips wrapping around his length and slowly moving downwards. Griffin lets out a low groan and his fingers find their way to my clit. He’s flicking on the already sensitive nub, playing it like a fiddle—my sex is his very own personal violin. I close my eyes, trying not to be distracted by his fingers as I increase my speed. I bob my head up and down making sure to stop just before it hits my throat. I feel his cock thickening, the pre-cum hitting my tongue. Where my mouth can’t reach, I stroke him with my hand.

  He has to be close because I know I am. With a renewed purpose of wanting to get him off before he gets me off a second time, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard.

  And then my body is being pulled up, my mouth releasing Griffin’s cock with a pop. And before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m facing him, my legs straddling him, his hard cock nestled between my thighs, rubbing my clit.

  “I need to be in you,” he grunts out before pulling me into a quick but deep kiss.

  I back up slightly and see his dick bobbing between us, and I try to imagine that thing inside me. “Oh no.” I shake my head. “That’s not going to fit in me.” I’ve been with a few men and none of them were half the size Griffin is. My vibrators…my dildos…they have nothing on this man. I push back farther and almost hit the floor. Thankfully, Griffin catches me and lifts me into his arms, my legs locking around his waist. He reaches down and pulls his pants and boxers up enough so he can walk without tripping, and carries me to the kitchen.

  “What? Your toys don’t come in this size?” His eyes sparkle with laughter.

  “Fuck no, they don’t!” Griffin sets me down on the cold countertop and plucks something from the cabinet—a bottle of lube.

  “I got you, Ava,” he whispers before brushing his lips against mine. Picking me back up, he carries me down the hallway to my room. He sets me down on the bed while he pushes his jeans and boxers down until he’s completely and gloriously naked in front of me.

  Bending down, he reaches into his pants and plucks out a condom and drops it onto the night stand. Then he grabs the warming lube he had dropped on the bed and opens it up, squirting a little onto his fingers. His eyes stay trained on me while he slowly kneels down on the bed, spreading my legs.

  He rubs his fingers together, the lube glistening on the tips, and then he inserts his fingers into me. “Fuck, woman. You’re already so damn wet. You don’t need anything else.” He pushes three fingers in and out of me, the warm lube coating my insides. He dips his head and I feel cold air hit my pussy, the sensation causing me to shiver.

  Standing back up, he grabs the condom, and after stroking his hard length a few times, he rolls it on. I snatch the lube from the bed before he can, and after squirting some into my palm, I stroke him. When he can’t take it anymore and his dick looks like it’s going to bust through the latex, he backs up and sits down on my bed against the headboard. He pulls me up on top of him as he guides me over and onto his shaft.

  My legs are on either side of him, my hands holding onto his strong shoulders as I slowly lower myself down until I’m completely seated around him. I take a deep breath as I get used to him inside of me and then I begin to ride him. Up and down, side to side, my pussy walls are deliciously stretched as his cock bottoms out over and over again, hitting somewhere deep within me.

  “Fuck yes,” Griffin groans, his faces nuzzling into my neck, his lips sucking on my flesh while his hands circle around my back, landing on my ass. His fingers dig into my cheeks as he takes over, moving my lower half up and down, up and down. I can feel an orgasm deep inside me coming to surface. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It gets closer and closer. I can feel it circling, I need it like I need my next breath, and then it comes to the edge and spills over.

  My entire body shakes, my vaginal walls clenching around Griffin’s cock. He feels it. I know
he does because he holds my ass tighter, holding me still as he begins to pump into me from the bottom. My forehead lands on his shoulder as he pumps once, twice, and then stills, and even through the latex of the condom, I can feel him coming in me. Our bodies are both sweaty, our breathing labored. When I look up, he’s staring at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

  “Just say it.” I roll my eyes playfully.

  “Nah…I don’t need to. You coming on my tongue, on my fingers, and around my cock says it all.”

  Fifteen

  Griffin

  “Mmm…this is so delicious!” Ava moans, her eyes rolling back as she sucks on her thumb, only pulling it out once all the pizza sauce is completely cleaned off.

  “I told you this place is better than the one you order from.” I pop the last bit of crust into my mouth. After we cleaned up, Ava insisted she needed to shower, and after a little begging on my part, she agreed to let me join her. After we were both clean, we ordered a pizza and put a movie on. She’s currently snuggled up against my side, her head tucked under my arm as she finishes off the last of her pizza.

  “I’m thirsty. You want anything?” I look down at her, her emerald green eyes meeting mine, and I can’t help but think about how perfectly she fits against me.

  “Sure, I’ll take a coke, thanks.” She sits up so I can get up. My phone goes off, so I grab it to check who it is as I walk to the kitchen.

  Prim: My dad and Marco want to take the kids camping tomorrow. Can Levi go?

  Me: Will you be there with them?

  Prim: Of course! Sean will be too, as well as my mom and Bella.

  Me: And you’ll bring him back Sunday?

  Prim: No, I’m going to kidnap him and keep him for myself.

  Me: Okay.

  Prim: Enjoy your weekend alone.

  Me: I’m not alone…but I’m definitely enjoying it so far.

  Prim: Ava?

  Me: Yes.