by Amanda Boone
9.
I swallowed. Surely I hadn’t heard him right. “What?”
Avery’s hands were on me, then. One fisted in my wet hair and the other grabbed my hip and tugged me impossibly close. He pulled my head back so I had to stare into his face. “I’m coming home with you. I’m not some little boy, though. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
Red-hot, rushing blood flooded my face and a place lower, more central in my body. I blinked a few times and then nodded. I was ready for him. I thought. Feeling the blunt force of his attention was a little more intense than I’d originally thought it would be.
“Are you?”
I nodded again, but the look on his face said he wanted a verbal answer. “Yes. I’m ready for you.”
He lowered his mouth to my ear and nipped the lobe there. “I don’t think you are. We’ll see, though.”
Amanda chose that moment to walk back over. She cleared her throat, and when I looked up, she was glaring at Avery. “We’re going to head on over to the dance floor. You coming?”
I nodded and looked up at Avery, who hadn’t let me go. “Avery?”
He finally released me and took a step back. “Go on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I stumbled after Amanda and tried to make sense of Avery. He seemed so much moodier than I remembered. It had never seemed like he was so dark before.
Amanda grabbed my arm and walked beside me. “What was that?”
I shrugged. “I have no idea.”
She glanced back over her shoulder and then sighed. “Maybe you should find someone else, Maggie. I think that weird place I mentioned that he’s in is doing him more harm than I realized. I don’t want you getting mixed up in his crap.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “But I thought you were trying to set us up.”
“I was. If he wasn’t being so off lately, it would be perfect. He’s sweet and needs someone to care for him. Just him. Since the wedding, he’s been crankier than ever, though.”
“Why? What happened at the wedding?”
Her lips snapped closed faster than I’d ever seen. She paled slightly and looked over at Devon, who hadn’t been paying any attention to us. When she spoke, she was quieter. “I think seeing Sara Jane marry his big brother just kind of hit him, you know?”
I was just more confused. “Why?”
She blew out a big breath and started over. “I think seeing Sara Jane walk down the aisle, to Justin, and not anyone else, just upset him. He’s been sad ever since.”
I tried to piece it together, but the crowd was loud around us and she wasn’t saying what she meant. I was jostled by a passing group and shook my head. Did she think that Justin getting married threw Avery off? Maybe he was sad that things were changing. Justin had Sara and Devon had Amanda. Maybe he was lonely.
Seeing that I was still confused, Amanda opened her mouth to say more, but Devon pulled her into his arms and pointed up at the Ferris wheel. She looked frustrated, but whatever Devon was saying seemed to warm her. She pressed her lips to his and then giggled. “We’re going up on that real quick. We’ll find you as soon as we’re done.”
I waved them off and laughed when I saw Devon’s hands crawling up her shorts as soon as they sat in their private little bucket. Jealousy crept up on me and I had to look away. It’d been so long since I’d had anyone to get frisky with. My last boyfriend had dumped me over a year earlier. Not that Larry and I had ever gotten touchy anywhere fun.
Once again, it’d been since college since I was touched in public by a man. I’d just moved back home to Martinsville and stopped living. It made the daring clothes on my body feel that much better. I was living again.
“Ma’am? Would you like to dance with me?”
I turned and found a handsome man standing over me. I looked up into his pretty blue eyes and grinned. Living. “Sure. I lost my date somewhere along the way, so why not?”
He did a little bow before taking my hand and pulling me to the dance floor, where slower country music happened to be playing. “Your date’s loss is my gain. What’s your name?”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and grinned. “Maggie. And you are?”
“Chase.” His hands went to my hips and he pulled me a little closer. “You work at the library in town, right?”
My grin widened. “Yeah! I wondered if anyone would recognize me without the glasses.”
His eyes trailed down my body. “Yep. The glasses were the big change.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
He stepped even closer and his hands rested low on my back. Very low. “I saw you at the bar last night. You were amazing.”
I smelled the beer on his breath in the same moment that he leaned in for a kiss. I turned my head and he just pressed his wet mouth against my ear. “Ooo-kay. That’s enough of that. Thank you for the dance, Chase.”
He tried to stop me from pulling away, but then there was a big hand on his chest, shoving him backward.
“I’m cutting in. Hope you don’t mind.” Avery turned us so he could keep an eye on my previous dance partner and then wrapped his arms around me like it was something he did every day.
I held my breath as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my chest pressed firmly against his. My nipples instantly went hard, and his little grunt told me he felt it happen.
His hands were firm on my back, keeping me tight against him. “You okay?”
“Of course. I could’ve handled it. Thank you, though.” I tilted my head back so I could look up at him, and I wasn’t disappointed.
Avery was staring down at me with a hungry look on his face. One of his hands dipped low on my ass and he pulled me even closer. My hips crashed into his, and I felt the beginnings of an impressive hard on. “You seem to be quite the little magnet for those guys.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Apparently that guy was a fan of my performance last night.”
A quick grin transformed his face, and for a second I felt like I was dancing with the guy I’d known in high school. “I don’t know many men who wouldn’t have been a fan of that. How’d you learn it?”
“Four years at a party school. I learned lots of things.”
His eyes narrowed and the dark brown grew darker. “What kinds of things?”
I rotated my hips lightly, rubbing against his growing erection. “All kinds of things. I could show you a few later.”
Avery’s hand on my ass tightened and lifted me until I was on my tiptoes and the apex of my thighs was holding him perfectly. “Tell me something you learned.”
I pressed my mouth close to his ear and flicked my tongue out so it stroked the lobe there. “I learned this really helpful thing about relaxing the muscles in my throat.”
10.
Avery’s entire body stiffened, and he gazed down at my mouth with so much intensity that I felt inadequate to deal with it all. “We’re leaving.”
I nodded, excited for what was going to happen with him once we got to my house. “I should’ve brought my own car.”
He pulled me from the dance floor and looked around. “I saw Devon with his hands up Amanda’s shorts a few minutes ago. I’m sure he’s ready to go home, too.”
Sure enough, we ran into the couple a few seconds later, and they were breathing heavy and both flushed in the face. Devon smiled awkwardly and jiggled the keys in his hand. “We were going to head home soon. Is that cool with ya’ll?”
Avery and I both nodded at the same time. He kept me positioned right in front of him, to hide the tenting happening in his pants, I was assuming. “We’re ready.”
Amanda frowned. “We’re?”
Devon pushed her toward the exit. “Yep. They’re ready. Come on.”
I smiled at their backs as Devon rushed a reluctant Amanda toward his truck. Avery walked beside me with his hand on my lower back and his eyes constantly moving over to me.
The truck ride was silent. I was focused on what was about to happen. I hadn’t had sex in too long
, and I was too ready to be nervous about the fact that I was about to have sex with my childhood crush. Avery’s hand was firmly planted on my thigh, and once again his eyes were on me.
When Devon pulled up to my house, Avery slipped out of the truck and grabbed me around my waist and pulled me out. “See ya’ll tomorrow.”
I squeaked as Avery’s hands slipped lower and urged me toward the front door. I waved to Amanda and laughed when Avery patted my ass.
“Are you sure, Maggie?” Amanda called from her position, half outside the window.
Devon pulled her back into the truck and then waved before speeding off. Avery just shook his head.
I opened the front door and watched as Avery stepped inside. I gestured around at my living room and kitchen area. “Welcome to my home. If you want a tour or…”
He shut the door behind him, and the lock turning was distractingly loud. “Bedroom?”
I nodded and backed away, toward the bedroom. “Need a drink or anything?”
He shook his head and preyed toward me. He grabbed my waist and hoisted me up like I weighed nothing. He hands went to my ass, and as soon as I wrapped my limbs around him, he started walking. “Just you.”
Moisture pooled at my sex and I shoved my hands in his hair. The longer strands were silky smooth, and I tugged on them. Avery’s moan encouraged me, and I tugged harder while lowering my mouth to his neck. I pressed kisses there and worked my way up to his ear. “I want you.”
He kicked my bedroom door closed and then tossed me onto the bed. His eyes were pure fire as he stood there, watching me. “You’ve been very naughty lately, Maggie. What should I do with you?”
I sat up on my knees and tugged my shirt over my head. In just a tank top and shorts, I felt naked under his stare. “I have a few ideas.”
Slowly, Avery unbuttoned his shirt while he talked. “See, the thing is, I think we’re thinking different things. I think you should be punished.”
A tremor shook my body, and I inched closer to him. “What kind of punishment?”
He shrugged out of his shirt and then reached behind him to pull the undershirt over his head. Then I was faced with all of Avery’s bare chest. He was wide and thick, with abs that seemed to ripple when he breathed. A dark swatch of hair covered the top part of his chest and a thin line of hair dipped into his low-slung jeans. There was a long white scar that ran across one of his sides, and I felt the urge to run my tongue along its surface.
“Want to find out?”
I’d never had kinky sex. Most of my sex had been pretty vanilla, with variations in common positions and places, but I’d never been punished during sex. I couldn’t deny the way my body was shaking with need, however. “Yes.”
He reached out and took my hand before pulling me to stand beside the bed. Then he sat down and patted his lap. “Across my lap. Now.”
I tried to sit but he pushed me back. With a jolt I realized what he meant. He was going to spank me. I hesitated for a beat and then decided to go for it. If I didn’t like it, I’d tell him and we’d move on. No pressure.
I positioned myself across his lap and pressed my face into the blanket while I waited.
Avery rubbed his hand over my ass a couple of times, squeezing it and grunting when I jerked. I realized my hip was resting on his cock, and it felt painfully hard. “Careful.”
The first slap shocked me. I gasped, and my entire body flushed red. I blew out a rough breath into the bed and tried to prepare myself for another one. I knew what it would feel like the second time. Only I didn’t. The second slap was much harder and on my other cheek.
Avery smoothed his hand over my ass for a few seconds, soothing the pain, and then he did it again. And again. His large hand rained down blows, only stopping for him rub the pain away.
I’d never felt anything like it. The pain was overwhelming until the fourth or fifth slap. Then I noticed the tingling in my core. Each blow sent a small vibration straight to my clit, and I felt myself growing even wetter as the seconds passed.
My face was bright red and hot, and I’d dug my fingers into the bedding. Part of me felt so embarrassed because it seemed weird, but the rest of me was practically sitting up and singing.
I shifted and slightly raised my ass for him, silently asking for more. The deep chuckle that came from his mouth turned me on more.
Without warning, Avery grabbed both sides of my shorts and yanked them down my body. I was suddenly bare for him, and when his hand touched my skin, I felt every rough spot on it. The heat radiated off me, and I could only imagine how red my ass was.
“Fuck.” Avery’s voice sounded tortured before he brought his hand down on my skin again.
I yelped, but it turned into a moan. I shifted again, slightly parting my legs, hoping he’d get the point. I needed to be touched. My core felt empty and needy.
“You like this, huh?” He spanked me a few more times, his hand getting lower each time. His hand tucked into the gap between my thighs finally and he held me like that. “You’re so wet, Maggie. Is this all for me?”
I nodded and lifted my head. I turned to face him and gave him everything I was feeling in that moment. Destroyed. If he didn’t touch me, I would surely die.
“Please.”
11.
Avery sucked in a sharp breath and then pushed two thick fingers into me in one fluid motion. I gasped and lifted my hips to try to adjust to the invasion. He pulled them out and then slid them back in, relentlessly.
My breath lodged in my throat, and I twisted the blanket in my hands as I dragged my arms closer to my body. I felt like every nerve ending I had was getting electrified.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” Avery dropped his thumb to my clit and rolled over it once before sending me into a tailspin.
My body tightened and I jerked once, twice on his lap before crying out. My walls tightened around his fingers and squeezed while my orgasm rocked through me.
I yelled incoherently as Avery kept sliding his fingers past my constricting walls. I was begging him for things and I didn’t even know what I was saying.
Finally he pulled his fingers out and then slapped my ass more. The vibrations forced my orgasm to keep going until tears were falling onto my bed from my crazed eyes.
When Avery stopped and just ran his hands over my ass and back, I collapsed onto his lap and tried to catch my breath. He gathered my wasted body in his arms and then pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap.
My cheeks burned from his hands, but it wasn’t all too unpleasant. I looped my loose arms around his neck and sighed happily. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
He chuckled and gently pulled the tank top off me. “You took your punishment like a champ.”
I let my head fall back and grinned. “I did, didn’t I?”
He pushed his lips into my damp hair and trailed down to my collar bone. “Clothes don’t do you justice. It’s a shame you have to wear anything at all.”
I sat up straighter, gaining some of my muscle use back. “I thought I wasn’t wearing enough clothes for you?”
His eyes turned dangerous and his fingers flexed over my skin. “You want another punishment? Don’t get sassy.”
I smiled lazily and nodded. “Maybe I do. The first one worked out really well for me.”
His hand moved and then his finger pressed in between my ass cheeks and against the sensitive spot there. The spot no one had ever gone.
I shook my head and smiled sweetly. “No more sass. Got it.”
Avery laughed and stroked his finger there once more before moving it. Then he wrapped his arms around me and stood up. My legs slid to the floor and I got an idea in my head. I dropped to my knees in front of him and looked up at him. He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow.
“Can I?”
He growled and bent over slightly to capture my jaw in his hand. His thumb stoked over my lips, and I pushed my tongue out to tease him. When he pushed it into my mouth, I sucked i
t and kept his gaze. “Fuck, yes.”
I let his thumb pop out of my mouth and then went to work on his pants. I pulled his belt buckle loose and then yanked the belt out of his pants before unsnapping the jeans and slowly working the zipper down over his large bulge.
He watched as I pushed his pants down and then stared at his length through the cotton briefs. The smirk on his face was justified.
I pressed my lips against him through the briefs and blew out a warm breath over his cock. The way he moaned had new moisture gathering between my thighs.
“Off.” Avery’s voice was hoarse as he barked out the order.
I slowly pulled the material down and gasped when he sprang free and proud in front of my face. Long and thick, his cock was the most beautiful I’d ever seen. I took it in my hand and stroked him a few times. “Wow.”
He let out a rough laugh and buried his fingers in my hair. “Take me into your mouth, Maggie.”
My clit pulsed and I opened my mouth. He pushed in and slid to the back of my throat right away. I relaxed my throat and jaw and rubbed my tongue on the underside of his shaft. It was harder with someone his size, but I loved the way his body tensed and the sounds he made, so I worked harder than I ever had before to make sure he felt good.
I slid my mouth off him and then flicked my tongue over the head before taking him back in. This time when he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, making the muscles tighten around him.
Avery pulled out of my mouth and tightened his fingers in my hair momentarily before dragging me off the floor and pushing me onto the bed. “You’re too fucking good at that.”
He kicked his boots off and then jeans and briefs followed. Then there was a very naked, very sexy Avery standing in my bedroom, watching me.
I grabbed my breasts and ran my thumbs over my nipples, feeling wilder by the second. “Do you want me?”
He growled and stepped closer to the bed. “Come here.”
I scooted closer to him and gasped as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Then his mouth was on my nipple, sucking and biting until I cried out in pleasure. I called his name and arched my back.
