I really wanted to put my clothes back on, but there was no way in hell my legs were going to hold me up right now.
Jett came back out of the bathroom and pulled on his boxers. “So,” he said with a hard look in his eye. “Tell me how the fuck you were a virgin?”
Swallowing, I pulled his bedcover over me as I sat up slightly. “You look offended.”
“You think?” he snapped as he glared at me.
“I don’t know what your problem is,” I said as my euphoria from the sex was being rapidly replaced with irritation over his attitude.
“My problem is that I took your virginity.”
“So?” I decided I needed clothes for this conversation. “It was mine to give.”
“You don’t even fucking remember!” Jett roared angrily. “I don’t fucking remember.”
“Is that why you’re mad?” I asked him as I threw the cover off me and stood, no longer giving a shit I was naked as the day I was born. “You wish you could remember?” I asked him scathingly.
“Yes!” Jett was on his feet. “Why aren’t you mad?”
“Haven’t we made up for it?” I asked as I pointed at the crumpled bed as I stalked over to my shorts and looked around for my panties.
“No, you stupid girl,” he growled at me as he threw my panties at me. “Why the fuck would you want to fuck me again?” he asked in bewilderment. “I know I wouldn’t have been careful with you.”
This was horrifyingly awkward. I had just had some mind-blowing sex, which had now turned into this third-degree scorn I wasn’t prepared for. Forgoing the flimsy panties, I pulled the shorts up my legs. “Well, I came back for more, you can relax.” I fastened the top button as I looked for my top.
“Ava?” Jett took a step towards me. “Ava.” His finger slipped under my chin, tilting my head back to look at him. “How do you know I didn’t hurt you?” he asked me gently. “How do you know you gave me it? What if I took it? Fuck, Ava, what if I took it?”
I couldn’t cope with his uncertainty. He was so vulnerable right now. He looked like I had been the one to cause him pain. “I know you never forced me.” My hand caught his, and I placed it over my naked breast so he could feel my heart pounding. “My mind doesn’t remember,” I told him as I searched his eyes so that he would understand what I was telling him was the truth. My hand cupped the side of his face as I tried to give him comfort. “But my body does, my body remembers you, and that’s how I know.” I sighed as I stared into his eyes. “I know you would never have hurt me, not like that, or asked me to do anything I wasn’t willing to do. You only took what I gave, Jett.”
Jett’s mouth crashed down on mine, his lips devouring me as his hands slid into my hair, moving my head, angling where he wanted it, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His moan was low in his throat as one of his hands slid down my side, tearing at the button on my shorts, pushing them to the ground.
I was turned and lifted, pressed against the wall, and then he was pushing inside me again.
“Condom,” I gasped as I tore my mouth from him.
“You’re a virgin, and I’m clean,” he growled against my skin as he moved further inside me, my body still not used to his size stretching me. “Shit, I never knew it could feel this fucking good.”
“I’m your first without a condom?” I asked in surprise as my back arched and he began to piston his hips into mine.
“Yeah.” Jett’s head was lowered as he watched himself fuck me. “Your pussy’s gonna suck me dry,” he moaned as his head lifted and he met my gaze. His hand on my hip dug into my skin, but his other hand caressed my face softly. “You okay?”
I nodded as I moved in rhythm with him. “I’m good,” I promised.
“Yeah, you are.” His lips covered mine, and there was nothing more to be said as we both took what we needed from the other, falling apart together, over and over until we finally fell asleep, exhausted.
I woke up to Ava curled around me, her head on my chest, her hair splayed out over my shoulder, her leg hooked around mine. She was fast asleep, and I wasn’t complaining about how right it felt to have her lying on me, sleeping beside me.
My hand trailed down her spine, relishing in the touch of her soft skin. Her slender body pressed into mine was comfortable. More than comfortable.
I took her virginity. I’d almost fucking died when she told me last night. It made sense now, the complete awkwardness of her, the hard angry stares. I took her innocence on the Friday, was a complete fucking bastard to her the morning after, and then on the Monday afternoon, she sees me with my dick in someone else’s mouth.
Why the hell was she in my bed now? I’d been a complete asshole to her. Her head moved on my chest, and I felt the soft kiss press to my chest.
“Hey,” I spoke to her softly. “You awake?”
“Mm-hmm.” Ava stretched, which only made my body more aware of hers.
My dick woke up. I’d fucked her so much last night I was surprised it stirred. Ava moaned softly as she felt me harden.
“Does it ever stop?” she groaned as she burrowed her head into my neck.
“You make me want to fuck you,” I teased her as I eased her off me. I didn’t expect her flush to make me happy. “You sore?” I asked her as my hand was already smoothing over her hips, cupping her ass.
“Yes.” Ava opened her eyes and laughed at me. “Have we slept at all? You went all night.”
“We went all night,” I corrected her as I moved my head to lap at her breast. “The time in the shower was your fault.” I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing her slightly. Ava’s back arched in pleasure, her body rising to meet me. “The last time was your fault because you wanted to be, and I quote, adventurous.” I grinned as she hid her face as she laughed in embarrassment.
“I always wanted to know what reverse cowgirl felt like,” she mumbled behind her hands.
“And now you know.” I moved up her body again, noting the marks from the bites and the bruises from either my mouth or my hands gripping her to me. She was the poster girl for freshly fucked, and I knew any guy would take one look at her and think it was open season. I wasn’t ready for the surge of possession I felt for her. It was so strong it shocked me slightly.
“What is it?” Ava asked me, her hand reaching out and stroking my face. “Why the frown?”
“You okay?” I asked instead, avoiding her question.
“I think I’m hungry,” Ava said honestly with a small chuckle, which turned to a gasp when my fingers slid between her thighs. “Jett,” she groaned, her lids already fluttering closed.
“I’m hungry,” I whispered against her throat as I bit her skin softly.
“You’re insatiable,” she growled as her hips rolled to meet the rhythm of my fingers.
“I am,” I admitted as I ran my nose along her jawline. “I’ll stop if you want,” I asked her as I slowed my fingers.
Ava’s eyes flew open, piercing me with outrage. “You better not,” she warned me.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered with relief. I was hard as a rock, and my dick was eager to settle back into its new favourite place. I kissed the hollow of her throat as Ava widened her legs, and I moved in between them. “If it hurts, tell me,” I told her as I guided myself inside.
Even after the many times she took me last night, her pussy still protested to let me in easily. The resistance just made me want to push into her more, and I heard Ava moan in appreciation as I worked myself in.
“You feel so good,” she whispered as her fingers dug into my shoulders. She wasn’t the only one who would bear the marks of our night together.
Fully seated inside her, I paused as I took her in. She was beautiful, her body was perfect, her tits the perfect size. She was soft everywhere, and again I felt the overwhelming need to claim her.
“Why are you staring at me?” Ava asked me with a gentle smile.
“You’re beautiful.”
It was out before I realised. I didn�
��t spout that kind of talk, but Ava’s happy blush made me smile as she saw right inside me.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She grinned. “Want me to flip? Avoids awkward morning breath,” she teased me with a raised eyebrow, making me laugh out loud.
I nodded as I withdrew, still marvelling at the feel of her without that rubber layer between us. When I came inside her the first time, unprotected, I panicked, and she reassured me she was on the shot. My inner cynic had warned me not to be stupid, but I’d realised very early on with Ava, she was completely genuine.
Now, all I wanted was to feel her walls clenching around me and milking my dick of every drop I had to give.
On her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder at me in question. “Stop staring at me and do me already,” she demanded playfully as she wagged her ass back and forth. “I need you.” Her plea was thick with lust, and I felt immense satisfaction at her words.
How I never came there and then was probably the result of a long night of sex. With a single thrust, I pushed into her, and I heard her moan of pleasure as I started to move. Jesus fuck, she was already gripping onto me as I moved inside her. Pushing her head into my pillows, I leaned over her.
“People are still sleeping, babe, don’t scream.”
Babe? Who the fuck was I?
Ava’s pussy clenched around me as she clutched the pillow to her mouth to stop her moans as her ass pushed back into me. I was no longer sure who was fucking who, all I knew was I needed to come, and I wasn’t starting off the day without giving Ava her orgasm first.
My hips picked up speed, and I wondered at my own stamina. Thank the good Lord, Coach didn’t train on Sunday. I would never last on the practice field today.
“Jett,” Ava whispered at me, trying to control her moans. “Jett, harder, I’m so close.” Her voice picked up in volume, and I pushed her back into the pillows.
“I know,” I told her as my hands gripped her hips. “Don’t fucking scream,” I grated as I moved harder and deeper into her. I felt the familiar quiver at the base of my spine as my head tipped back, and I stared sightlessly at the ceiling. Her walls clamped down on me so tightly I swear I saw fucking stars before she did it again, and clenching my jaw so firmly that I may have cracked teeth to stop my own groan as my body seized up, I came hard deep inside her. I’d definitely bruised her this time, but as my dick pulsed its release, I didn’t care. I was aware Ava’s own body had locked up as she came, and I doubted she cared either.
I collapsed beside her. She hadn’t moved, and I tiredly covered us both with my sheet.
“Need to clean,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion, and I ran my hand over her ass.
“Sleep.” My eyes were already closed. “Wash later.”
“Mm-kay.” I felt her move into me slightly. “Don’t judge me for being sticky.” Her whisper was soft, and I was sure she was already asleep before she finished, and I laughed softly at her ridiculousness.
Reaching out, I pulled her further into me. I didn’t question my need to have her close, I just knew I needed to be touching her. I may never stop needing to touch her. The thought didn’t even scare me.
When we woke the second time, I was curled into her back, my arm around her holding her to me, and Ava’s head was resting on my arm. She was tracing lazy patterns over my arm, and I felt her smile against my skin when she realised I was awake.
“Hey,” she greeted softly.
“You’re wearing your panties?” I questioned as my hand moved over her hip.
“Yeah, needed a barrier of protection against you,” she teased as her head turned and she met my look with a grin.
“You smell like me,” I said as I burrowed into her neck.
“Cleaned up.” She gave a happy sigh as she wiggled back into my embrace.
“How long was I asleep?” I rolled away from her, reaching for my phone.
“Not sure, I’ve only been awake twenty minutes or so.” Ava sat up, covering her chest as she did so.
“I’m fucking starving,” I admitted as I stood. I didn’t miss her hungry look down my body as I headed to the bathroom. “I’ll be ten minutes, and then we can eat,” I told her over my shoulder, and I heard her murmur her consent.
Once I was showered and was brushing my teeth, I took in all the nips and marks on my body. I wasn’t sure which were yesterday’s game and which were Ava’s. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I went back into the bedroom. She was trying to pile her hair up on her head in a bun, scowling at the visible marks on her neck and shoulders. Her eyes met mine in the mirror.
“What is it?” Ava asked as she turned when she saw my frown, dropping her hair to fall loose around her shoulders.
“The top comes off.”
“We just got showered.”
I smirked at her assumption. “No, that top never gets worn again.” I strode towards her, and she backed up in alarm, her eyes wide. Catching a lock of her hair in my fingers, I tugged her towards me. “Do you know how hard that top made me last night?” I whispered against her lips. “I saw you and thought you looked good, and then you turned and spoke to your friend, and I realised you were practically naked.” My thumbs rubbed over her nipples as I spoke. “My dick almost punched through my jeans. I already knew you would be mine last night, but this top…fuck, Ava.” My lips caressed hers, and she kissed me back, her teeth pulling my lower lip into her mouth.
“It’s either this top or no top,” she teased as her tongue stroked my lower lip. “And I don’t have a bra.”
My mouth captured hers as I pushed her back against the wall. With a sharp jerk, I pulled the buttons apart and heard the rip of fabric. Ava made a sound of protest, which was swallowed when I dipped my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I pushed the band of the fabric down over her slim hips, and then I straightened, looking at her in triumph.
“No top?” Ava looked scandalised. “Naked?”
Grinning, I walked to the closet and tossed a practice jersey at her. “Not naked.”
Ava looked at the Saints top with a frown before she looked up at me in uncertainty. “You want me to wear your shirt?”
Shit, did I? Yes. I did. I wanted her to wear it and never take it off.
“I can give you a T-shirt if you prefer?”
Ava clutched the shirt closer to her chest as she bit her lip. “No, I want to wear this.”
“You sure?” I flinched at the vulnerability in my voice. This pussy wasn’t me. “It’s just a shirt.”
“Is it?” Ava saw through my bullshit, and I smiled ruefully as I looked away from her, my hand running through my hair.
“No.” I wanted to cross the room to her, but I stayed where I was. “You okay with it?”
“It?” Ava looked down at the top again and then back up at me. “Or this?”
“Both?” Our eyes locked and held. I was nervous. What the fuck was I nervous for? It was just a jersey. It was so much more than a jersey.
She lifted the top up and went to put it on. I held my breath, and as she pulled it over her head, I crossed the room. Ava froze, her hands stilled, her head was clear of the neckline, but her breasts were still bare.
“Before you put it on, I need to tell you something,” I blurted.
“Okay.” Ava looked down at her top. “Will it take long?”
I huffed out a laugh as my hands rested on her bare shoulders. “It was us who told the dean you were earning.”
Ava rolled her eyes, and stepping back, she pulled the jersey down her body. “Yeah, I guessed.”
“You guessed?” I hadn’t been expecting that. “Why aren’t you screaming at me?”
Ava shrugged as she pulled her hair out from under the jersey. “Who else would it be? No one else cares enough about me making fifty dollars here and there when I shouldn’t.” Ava looked down at the length of the jersey. With a frown, she started to tuck it into her shorts. “I was pissed, I was, but then you tell me it’s ’cause I drugged you?
Well…” She glanced up at me. “It’s a severe reaction, but I understood why.”
“You could have gotten kicked out of school,” I said to her, not understanding her calmness. “I would have done that to you, made you lose your scholarship.”
Ava ran her hands through her hair, fluffing it up around her shoulders. “Who actually told?”
“Why?”
“Because I know it wasn’t you.” Ava stood back and looked in the mirror. The jersey was too big, but she’d tucked the front in her shorts, the rest covering her ass. “I may be pissed at Gray, but you…” Her head dipped as she looked at her feet. “I was certain it wasn’t you.”
“I let the girls spread the rumours about you being a thief and a slut.”
Her breath caught, and she didn’t look my way. “I know, that was hard, but I assume that stops…now? After…”
“Yes. Yes!” I repeated when I saw her doubtful look. “I’m sorry.”
Ava’s eyes searched mine as she looked for any duplicity. “Okay.”
Pulling her into me, I tipped her head to look up at me. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” Her smile was slow, and I saw the mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m not apologising for punching you or for the tweets.”
My laughter rumbled out of me as I buried my head in her neck. “My balls have been sucked dry by your pussy and treated well, they’re fine. Apology to them is accepted.”
“Jett!” Ava whispered in mortification.
I straightened once more and looked her over. “And you’re wearing my jersey, I think we both know who Uptight’s been really rooting for.”
With a laugh, she pushed me away from her. “Egotistical dick!” She held her hand out to me as she headed to the door. “Come, you promised me food.”
We headed downstairs together, and I felt slightly cavemanish for how much satisfaction I was getting from her wearing my number.
The kitchen was fuller than I was expecting, and I felt her hesitate before she dropped my hand. Ash and Gray were sitting at the breakfast bar, both of them looking far too amused at what Ava was wearing. Jamie was making pancakes and bacon, and he stopped when he took her in before he resumed what he was doing. Two other guys on the defence shared a grin but resumed eating their cereal.
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