Keeping Ava

by Elena M. Reyes

  From her entrance to her swollen bundle of nerves, I swipe the flat of my tongue up her core. More wetness. More whimpers of more.

  “What do want, Ava? Anything, and it’s yours.”

  “Please.” That’s all she gets past the scream that catches in her throat as I suck on her clit and she shatters, breaking into a thousand beautiful pieces, but I want more.

  She’s sweet in my mouth, and I haven’t had my fill. Never will.

  Releasing my cock, I slide a finger inside her heat and pump in and out slowly. I keep her on that edge of hypersensitivity and so close, my lips on her clit not ceasing their torture. Just a little more.

  Her pussy is slick, and the sound of her juices coating my finger on each entry causes my cock to leak pre-come onto the mattress.

  My need is almost demonic. My desires sinful.

  But I won’t stop until she’s as gone as I am. Until she’s crying out her need for me.

  Her walls pulsate and tighten their hold on my finger. “Elijah, I can’t...oh fuck!” The second I scrape my teeth down her bundle of nerves, she explodes.

  Harder than the last time, she tenses, and her hips lift off the bed. At the sight of her head thrown back and coming from my mouth, I crawl up her body and position the head of my cock at her entrance.

  I rub back and forth, dipping a little inside her tiny hole and pulling out to draw out her pleasure. I do this a few times, waiting for those eyes to focus again on mine before I slide in to the hilt.

  “Motherfuck,” I groan, grinding my teeth while trying not to move. Breathing in and out does little to help. Not when the room smells of us. Not when she’s so tight and hot.

  Her walls pulse, and my cock gives a small jerk inside her. I’m losing the battle. Resisting my natural need to fuck is overwhelming.

  “Elijah, I—”

  “I know.” Bringing my face down to hers, I kiss her lips once...twice. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

  Being her first time, I’m giving her a few minutes to adjust. She might’ve played with toys in the past, but they couldn’t have been big as her hold on my cock is near choking.

  For her, I bite the inside of my cheek and pray for mercy. I wait until she smiles at me, and her pussy clenches a few times, giving me permission to move. “Can I?”

  “Yes.” Those baby blues look up at me with so much want—hunger. There’s something else there, too—a coquettish glint in them that causes my heart to beat like a war drum. For my cock to pulsate in time with her intake of breath. “Make me yours.”

  Chapter 13

  Elijah

  Those three words are my undoing.

  A taunt. A challenge which I gladly accept.

  “I love you, sweetheart.” Before anything, Ava needs to know that. That I’d die to protect her.

  The teasing look softens. “Love you.”

  “Good.” Trailing kisses across her cheek, I pause at her ear and flick the lobe. “Now, tell me who owns this pussy? Who owns you?”

  “W-what…oh fuck!” I slam back in and ride her hard. It’s not gentle. Not the way I thought of taking her for the first time, but it’s us. Crazy and all-consuming and full of this love that has overtaken our senses.

  Immediately her pussy clenches, trying to pull me in deeper. Her walls grip me tightly, fluttering around my girth with each entry, causing my balls to tighten. They’re heavy.

  “Squeeze me just like that, baby...let me feel you,” I grunt as another rush of wetness bathes my cock and then pools on the sheets below. “Again.”

  I’m not being gentle or sweet, but she loves it. The nail marks scoring my back are the proof.

  “Oh my God!”

  “Again, baby. Come for me.” My eyes traverse her body, take in the flush that sweeps down her chest, how hard her nipples are, and the beads of sweat that caress her skin. Then there’s how her stomach muscles clench with each punishing stroke—how she writhes beneath me.

  Pleasure overtakes her senses, and a guttural growl builds inside my chest as I watch her. Feel how tightly she’s stretched around me.

  More wetness. The sound of her desire is the soundtrack to our love.

  The slap of skin. How she soaks me in her juices. Those tiny cries that set my blood on fire.

  Her small pussy looks obscene—how she takes me is perfection. Tight, wet, and motherfucking beautiful.

  Taking her hips in my hands, I lift her off the bed and onto my thighs. This angle is deeper, leaves her completely at my mercy as I manipulate her movement—fuck into her with a renewed vigor.

  It’s maddening how much tighter Ava is like this. I won’t last much longer.

  “Eli, it’s...I..so close!” Her eyes close, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream.

  “Motherfucking come, sweetheart. Give me what’s mine.” Tightening my hold on her hips, I raise her up and down my length, pistoning in and out, grinding my teeth as the pleasure becomes too much. “Look at me,” I growl out, never ceasing my control.

  How I manipulate her on and off.

  Blue eyes open; they’re heavy lidded and unfocused. “Please.”

  That’s all she says. She’s too far gone into her pleasure.

  I love it. Her like this.

  “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I punctuate each word with a thrust, grinding her clit on my pelvis on each downward stroke. She barely nods, nails digging into my arm. They break the skin. Sting. “Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Then come for me.” Slipping a hand between us, I rub her clit, three tight circles against her small bundle of nerves, and a scream rips itself from her throat as an orgasm sweeps through her small form. It takes her under a veil of bliss, and my name becomes a mantra. “Just like that, beautiful. Bathe me.”

  “Elijah.” A sigh. A whimper. Every single one brings goose bumps to my skin.

  I can’t talk. I’m gone.

  My cock grazes a spot inside of her then that makes her silken walls clench hard. It’s a massage—a pulsing wave that pulls the come right from my cock. It’s sudden and harsh and motherfucking nirvana as I hold still and empty every ounce of come in my body.

  All for her. Every single drop.

  Rope after rope leaves me and mixes with her juices, soaking the sheets. The room smells of us, and as I position my body next to her tired one, the reality of what we’ve done hits.

  Not that I would change a thing. My caving was inevitable.

  Pulling her closer, I settle her head on my shoulder while nuzzling the crown of her head. She doesn’t move or talk, and neither do I. Instead, we just are.

  It’s nice to lay with her like this. More than.

  This is something I want to do for the rest of my life. One day, she’ll be my wife.

  Yes, she will.

  “I’ll always keep you safe, beautiful.” I whisper low as not to disturb her. And yet as if she understood, her reply comes in the form of a tiny snore that brings a smile to my lips. It’s cute.

  It also cements another truth: Jason will die by my hands.

  I’m pulled from a deep slumber by the sound of moans. A low, keening sound is followed by the stroke of a soft hand on my hard cock—the hold is tight and her skin like silk. Then there’s the feel of her hair sweeping over my thighs and a hot panting breath grazing the engorged head, a come-inducing beauty that pulls a few drops of pre-come from the tip.

  She’s also bared to me; flawless skin and flushed cheeks. I jerk in her hands, a sudden movement that causes her to gasp and flick her eyes to mine.

  Happy and hungry. So sexy.

  “Beautiful, what are you—”

  “I’m curious.” Blue orbs, heavy lidded and aroused, look at me as her tiny pink tongue swipes over the slit. Christ. Pleasure, red hot and electrifying, travels down my body and settles on my length. It thickens between her pouty lips, settling on her tongue as she opens to take me inside.

  Every cell in my body comes alive—throbs with each bob
of her head. How she hums at the back of her throat, hollows her cheeks at the taste of my flesh on her tongue.

  Ava’s small mouth can’t take all of me, and I enjoy the obscenity—her determination to do just that. On her next downward stroke, I hit the back of her throat and she gags, choking on me a bit as spit runs down my shaft.

  Those eyes water and I groan, fucking loving her need to please. To taste all of me.

  However, when I come, it will always be inside her pussy—at least until this raging inferno of lust subsides.

  Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull her off, entranced by the single strand of saliva that connects her pouty lips to my dick. “Get up here.”

  “But, I was—”

  “Now,” I hiss out, my hold tight. “I need you to ride my cock.”

  Ava scrambles at once into position over me, opening right over my length, and pauses. “I’ve never done this before, Elijah.” There’s a hint of fear mixed with excitement in her tone. In the way she looks deep into my eyes. “Please, teach me?”

  Teach me.

  So trusting. So mine.

  “All you need to do is what feels naturally right.”

  “You are my right.” She gyrates slowly. Testing. Rubbing the bulbous tip from opening to clit. “Now, show me. Teach me how to make you feel good.”

  This woman. This marvelous and crazy woman.

  She has no idea how wrapped around her pinky I am. How she owns me so completely that I’m losing my mind.

  “Everything is right as long as you’re next to me.”

  “I love you, too.”

  A groan leaves me as Ava grips the base tight and holds me against her. “Just like that, baby. Guide me inside slowly,” I grit out through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to grab those hips and impale her. “Roll your hips a tiny bit and...son of a bitch.”

  She drops her weight suddenly and my back bows off the bed, thrusting upward and pushing in deeper. “Will it always feel like this?” Ava asks, almost breathless while lifting halfway off and dropping down once more. Then again. She’s taking my length in fast little movements—bouncing in my lap as sweat beads at her brow.

  And I watch, transfixed, as two drops roll down and between her breasts; follow them as they disappear at her navel. Ava doesn’t need guidance. She’s perfect.

  Naturally sexual and decadent. Coquettish while maintaining a purity that brings me to my proverbial knees.

  Her pussy feels like liquid sin and her walls flutter around my girth, jerking me off at a torturous pace.

  Watching her like this, head thrown back and doing what feels good, is sexy. But more so is how she guides my hands to her hips, silently begging me to take over.

  To fuck her. To make her come.

  “For the rest of our lives,” I vow and squeeze, digging my fingers in as I move her over me. Yesterday was fast and hard, while today will be loving.

  No matter how much she whines and tries to fight my hold, I keep us steady, building us higher with each roll of our hips.

  Sitting up, I skim a hand up her back and cup the back of her neck. Her body is flush with mine, taking me in deeper with the change in angle.

  It’s more intimate.

  Our breaths mingle, taking in the other’s exhale. Lips hover and eyes connect.

  “Eli,” she cries out, wrapping her arms around my shoulders—gyrating over my cock—and I pull her down. Her clit rubs over my pelvis and her juices run down to my balls. “I’m so close. This...us—”

  “I know.” Because I’m right there too. It’s licking at my spine, rushing through my limbs as I pump in and out of her. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you.”

  That last word hadn’t passed through me when I feel her. The clenching. The arching of her back.

  How she kisses me, moaning into my mouth as I fall right behind her, coming deep inside her. Tempting fate in a way that could be dangerous, but I just don’t care.

  She could get pregnant. We haven’t used anything.

  It doesn’t scare me, though. Instead, I pull her impossibly closer. Hold her tighter so there’s no space between us.

  Just the way it’s meant to be.

  “Why are you smiling?” She’s smiling herself, eyebrow raised.

  “We didn’t use a condom.” No reason to hide it.

  “We didn’t.” There’s a hint of fear in her tone, and she moves to get off me. That’s not going to work.

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Yes.”

  “Elijah, you’re confusing me here. Why aren’t you freaking out?”

  “Because today, tomorrow...a year from now, Ava, it will happen. Sweetheart, I’m keeping you.”

  “I—” She’s cut off by the ringing of my phone. First my cell and then the landline, and we both share the same look. Both go silent, and then a text comes in. “You should answer that.”

  Ava gets up then, wincing a bit.

  “Let’s get you in the shower and—”

  It’s my turn to be cut off with her finger on my lips. She leans over me, standing beside my dresser and holding my cell phone in her hand. Her look says it all. She’s worried. “You can spoil me later. Deal?”

  “Deal.” With that she leaves, throwing me a sexy smile over her shoulder before closing the door to my bathroom.

  The phone in my hand pings again, pulling my attention away from her and toward my phone. It’s Perez and changes the direction of my morning completely.

  He’s been spotted. Empty warehouse in Yuma with the girl. ~Perez

  Come in, I’ll send McGrady and Stein to watch the building. Let’s bring him in and end this. ~Perez

  We leave in thirty. Not up for discussion. Copy. ~Perez

  I’m typing out a response before processing it all, another kind of energy taking over. This one is thirsty for vengeance.

  For every life he took.

  For Ava.

  It’s time to end this sick motherfucker.

  Chapter 14

  Ava

  I’m restless. Scared.

  Full of worry. A gut feeling that’s made me scrub Elijah’s home from top to bottom—work myself into a state of exhaustion that keeps my mind from falling down the rabbit hole of despair. From thinking the worst.

  That he’s hurt. That he’s in danger.

  That he’s out there looking for Jason God knows where.

  So many things could happen. Could go wrong. And what’s worse, I can’t do anything to stop this.

  Keep it together. He’ll be okay.

  “Breathe in and out, Ava. Everyone will be okay,” I repeat for what feels like the hundredth time. My mantra. Maybe if I say it enough, I’ll will it into existence.

  But then I remember another set of words. Words he himself told me a few weeks ago.

  He’s human. We all are.

  And it’s that what-if that’s killing me. It’s hitting me so hard in the chest because I failed to stay away.

  I fell for him. Completely and utterly.

  Moreover, while I didn’t mean to, I’m paying the price of my stupidity.

  Not that it could be stopped, but I knew from the moment our eyes met that being together would hurt. That letting my walls down would be my—our—downfall.

  If he doesn’t come back home in one piece, I’ll—

  No. I won’t even entertain the idea. Can’t.

  Closing the top drawer of the dresser inside my room, I stretch my neck and the small pop it gives doesn’t ease a single bit of my tension there. Instead, it pulls a bit and I hiss in discomfort, bringing a hand up to massage the sore spot while holding my clothing with the other.

  I’m stressed and tired. Need him to come back home to me.

  “Any minute now, Ava. Trust him to know what he’s doing.” Dropping my towel, I slip a pair of yellow polka dot boy shorts up my hips and then a pair of his boxers that I stole while washing his laundry. A tight tank top with a built-in bra in the same black as his underwear
finishes my attire.

  It’s comfy. Makes me feel closer to him somehow to wear something of his.

  A quick spritz of body spray, my hair thrown up in a messy bun, and I am out the door and heading back to his kitchen. Well, almost—my favorite pair of socks, fuchsia and fuzzy, go on my feet first while I head to take out the trash.

  There’s a trash chute near the center of this floor, and I feel okay throwing it out by myself, knowing that Elijah went after Jason. That while I hate him being anywhere near Jason, Eli knows where he is, and that’s not in this building.

  Before opening the door, I look out through the peephole and see nothing. I stand there for a few minutes just looking, watching, and after there’s no movement for several minutes, I open the door.

  For some reason, the moment I step through the threshold, my skin breaks out in goose bumps and my breathing picks up. Foreboding takes hold, and I pause just a few steps away. There’s something in the air all around me, something that makes me want to run back inside and lock myself away.

  I’m being ridiculous. No one is here.

  I know this. Can see this.

  “Just take the garbage and get back inside. No one is here. You are safe.” Nodding to myself, I take a second to inhale deeply, letting out each breath slowly to help calm my nerves. Five times I do this, and it’s on the last one that I begin to feel a bit of ease seep through.

  My heart loses its galloping beat, the harsh thumping slows as my shaking limbs cease to twitch. Freaking out while Elijah isn’t here won’t help me or this situation, and I repeat that thought along with my mantra enough that I’m able to follow through with the simple task of dumping the garbage.

  Sure, I rush to do it, but I focus on the positive: that I did it.

  It takes me longer to clear my head than to do the task, and within minutes I’m back inside. The soft thud of the door closing is a welcomed noise, and more so is the click of the lock that follows. There’s two of them that I turn before setting the alarm and walking toward his living room.