by Elyse Kelly
“He’s not mine to lose, Mother. And if some debutante wants him, she can have him. I’m not coming back, Mother. I’m making a new life here and I’m happy for once. If you want to see me, you know where to find me because I won’t be home for a while. Now, I need to get back to my dinner. I’ll talk to you later, Mother.” She hangs up the phone just as her mother begins to respond. Dropping her head back between her shoulders, she lets out a loud sigh.
“Can we talk about this after dinner? And after I’ve had more wine?” I lean in and kiss her forehead, pulling her into a hug.
“Yeah, babe. Dinner first. But we will talk about this.”
“Great.” I hear her mumble under her breath.
I finish cooking and we eat our meal in relative silence between spurts of casual conversation. After we each have a slice of cake for dessert, Ava stands and begins clearing away the dishes. I gently grab her wrist and pull her into the chair next to mine.
“Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll clean up.”
“You cleaned up last time. And besides, it’s the least I can do since you cooked. Everything was so good, Christian. How’d you learn to cook like that?”
“My mom made sure Asher and I at least knew how to make a few basic meals so we wouldn’t starve to death, but she also taught us a few special ones for date nights. Always making sure we knew how to ‘treat a lady’,” I say with finger quotes.
“Your mom is pretty great.”
“She really is. And speaking of moms…”
“I was waiting for you to bring that up,” she says, resigned.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I really think we should,” I tell her as gently as I can.
“Well, now you can see what I’ve had to deal with my whole life and why I’m avoiding it. I don’t want to go back there, Christian. I want to stay here.” She looks up at me through her lashes. “I want to stay here… with you,” she says shyly. My heart beats a little faster as I take her hand.
“I do want you to stay, Ava. But first, who’s Blaine?” I need to know if there’s some guy I have to worry about. That, if we both agree to take this next step, I won’t lose her to someone else. There’s always that possibility in any relationship, but it’s another thing entirely when there’s already some guy waiting in the wings. I’m ready to go all in with this girl, but I need to know the risks before I leap head first.
“He’s no one,” she says, looking down at her hands. I lift her chin and force her to look me in the eyes.
“Let’s try that again. Who is Blaine?”
“He was never my boyfriend, if that’s what you’re asking.” I sit in silence, letting her know to continue.
“Our parents are old friends and from as early as I can remember, our mothers were just positive we’d be married. Any time there was some ball or gala, or even just a dance at school, Blaine was always my date.” She must see the sour expression on my face because she’s quick to add, “My arranged date.” She turns in her chair so her body is completely facing me now.
“Look, I don’t want Blaine. I don’t want any of those guys back at home. I came here with Callie to finally start living my own life and make my own decisions.” She places her hand on top of mine and gives it a little squeeze.
“I know this is a bit of an odd situation, us living together and all, but I’m just gonna put this out there. When I saw you that night at Big Mike’s, I was immediately attracted to you. I thought you might have been attracted to me to, but things have just been so crazy and hectic with opening The Sweet Spot, the timing for me to talk to you just never lined up. I mean really talk to you, not just casual conversation.
“But then that night at Dane’s, I thought I would finally test the waters and see if you felt what I felt, but I chickened out and didn’t say anything. Then a few weeks later, Callie moved out and you moved in. I feel like my life has been such chaos for the last two and a half months. Add in all that drama with my parents, and I’m a freakin’ mess.” She drops her head into her hands and sighs. I pull her hands away from her face, taking them into mine.
“You like me, huh?” I give her a sly grin.
“That’s what you got from this whole conversation?” She tilts her head in mild annoyance.
“That was the most important part.” I shrug. “In all seriousness…” I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss the back of her fingers. “I wanna see where this goes. I’m insanely attracted to you, Ava. I’ve been trying my damnedest to keep my hands off of you, knowing you might not be ready or even interested. Then, I decided to try to tempt you, taking my shirt off as much as possible and wearing the thinnest shorts I could find.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
“I knew it! You weren’t playing fair, Christian.”
“Maybe not, but don’t act all innocent on me, Ava Bear. I know you wore those tight yoga pants just to entice me. And you specifically chose those running shorts just to give me blue balls.” I lift my brow, daring her to say it’s not true.
“Well… maybe.”
“Tell me what you want, Ava,” I say, cupping her face in my hand, rubbing my thumb along her soft cheek.
“I want you, Christian. I just want you.”
“Thank fuck.”
CHAPTER 9
Ava
I lean into his hand that’s caressing my cheek. The warmth feels good on my face, but the rough callouses from working at the auto shop contrast so sharply with my soft skin, sending shivers up my spine and making my core clench with desire. I look deep into his pretty green eyes as he leans in slowly, pressing his full lips against mine. The moment our lips meet, it’s like instant fireworks going off in my belly and my panties dampen with anticipation.
The call with my mother went as terribly as I expected, but somehow Christian knew just what I needed to get through it. And he didn’t pressure me during dinner to talk about it, giving me the time and space that I asked for. He’s so attentive and caring, listening to my needs, but pushing me when I should be pushed.
And we’re both on the same page with moving forward. Something about him tells me this won’t be a mistake. That I can let go and he’ll catch me. That I can trust him and he won’t hurt me. It feels so good to finally stop fighting it just because we think it may be too fast or too complicated. It’ll only be complicated if we make it that way. But with him it all feels so easy and relaxed.
I scoot closer to him, pressing my lips more firmly against his. He licks the seam of my mouth, silently asking permission inside. I part my lips for him, his tongue lightly massaging mine. His taste is sweet from dessert and his mouth is so hot with need. He brings his hand up to cup the other side of my face, pulling me closer.
Tilting my head back, he deepens the kiss and I moan softly at how good it feels. Taking that as his cue, he gently grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his waist. Wearing only thin lace panties, I feel his hard length pressing against his jeans and I shamelessly grind my pussy against him.
He’s absolutely kissing me stupid now, and for long drugging moments, we kiss so passionately I forget where I am and come quite close to forgetting my own name. Slowing us down, he tears his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine. For just a minute I watch the deep rise and fall of his chest, our breaths commingling in the tight space between us.
“Baby, are you sure about this? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I want you, Christian. I want all of you.” And I mean just that. I feel like I’ve finally found the guy I’ve been waiting for and I’m ready to let someone in.
“You have me, Ava. But I need to know you’re all in with me. If you’re not ready, baby, I can wait. I know this is fast, but I just feel this connection with you that I’ve never felt before. But you need to know I’m a relationship kinda guy and I don’t take this
lightly. I want to be with you, Ava. Please tell me you feel the same way.”
I open my eyes, seeing the vulnerability in his. Bringing my hands up to his face, I gently kiss his lips once more. “I’m all in, Christian. Take me to bed.”
Almost as if something inside him snaps, he firmly grasps my waist and lifts me as he stands abruptly, knocking over his chair. My legs instinctively wrap around him as he crashes his mouth to mine. Our kisses become frantic as I feel the rough denim of his jeans rub against my lace-covered clit. I moan from the pleasure of rubbing my pussy against him as he stumbles through the kitchen heading towards his room.
Once his bed is in sight, he taps my ass, signaling me to get down. I unwrap my legs from around him, but never break the kiss, my arms still wrapped around his neck. He lifts my dress, skimming his rough hands up my body, making me quiver. Removing my dress over my head, he tosses it aside before unhooking my bra and ridding me of that as well. I’m standing before him in just my panties as he takes a step back, looking his fill of my body.
His lust-filled gaze makes me shiver as if he’s caressing my skin—as if he’s touching me all over. Maybe I should feel embarrassed or exposed, being that I’m now only wearing my panties, but he makes me feel so beautiful, like my body is cherished. Like he wants every part of me.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby. Every inch of you is perfect.” He takes a step forward, wrapping his hand behind my head before pulling my mouth to his. Giving me a soul-stealing kiss, he rubs his hard cock against my soft belly.
“I want more than just your body, baby. I want your heart, too. I want every part of you and I’ll give you every part of me. Do you want that, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, I want that,” I tell him, breathlessly.
He trails his kisses along my jaw, gently placing his fingers on one side of it and his thumb on the other. He tilts my head to access my neck, leaving open mouth kisses along the delicate skin. I slide my hands to the hem of his shirt and he quickly helps me remove it before resuming his kisses.
I run my hands up and down his bare chest, feeling the hot smooth skin covering the taut, firm muscle underneath. He brings his hands behind my back and places them on my shoulder blades, pulling my body into his. My soft breasts press against his hard chest, the heat causing my pussy to get wetter and wetter.
His kisses move down my neck and across my collarbone, until he’s licking and sucking every inch of my breasts. Finally taking one hardened nipple into his hot, wet mouth, he massages it with his tongue while his hand pinches and teases my other nipple. After a few moments, he releases me with an audible pop before moving his attention to the other one.
I bring my hands to the waistband of his jeans, releasing the button and unzipping the fly. He captures my hand in his. “Not yet, baby. I’m not gonna rush my first time with you. I want you to have all the attention you deserve, Ava.” I melt into a puddle at his words. No one has ever given me this kind of attention without expecting something in return. This man is just too good to be true.
The next thing I know, Christian is dropping to his knees in front of me, kissing my tummy and my hips. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and drags the lace down my legs. I step out of them and he tosses my panties to the side, as he brings his face directly in front of my aching pussy. With his hands holding on to my hips, he leans in slightly and deeply inhales.
“You smell so fucking good, baby. I can tell how turned on you are for me,” he says in a deep, husky voice.
I should be horrified that he can smell my pussy from inches away, but I’m not. The fact that he loves the way my pussy smells is a heady feeling and makes me even wetter, my clit throbbing with need. He kisses the front of my hip bones, moving inwardly to kiss the top of my mound. He takes a long, languid lick up my slit causing my knees to buckle, and I shoot out my hands to brace myself on his shoulders. Kissing the bare skin of my smooth lips, he hums against them in appreciation.
Tilting his head back to look up at me, he says, “Let’s move to the bed, baby. I need to get between your legs. Now.”
Before I can move away, he wraps his strong arms around my waist, lifting me up and laying me in the middle of the bed. I scoot up towards the headboard as he crawls over my body, settling between my legs. Nudging my thighs apart with his broad shoulders, he frames my pussy with his hands, his thumbs gently pulling apart my lips.
I’m obscenely on display, but I couldn’t care less. My body feels like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment. Feeling his warm breath right on my very core, my knees fall further apart, wanting him to come closer to my body.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So pink and so wet. You’re dripping, baby. Those sweet lips glistening all for me.”
He licks me from bottom to top, flicking his tongue firmly against my hard clit.
“Please, Christian,” I whine.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” He slowly licks me again and I moan as I tilt my pussy forward, seeking his mouth. “Tell me what you need, baby, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want, Ava.”
“Please stop teasing me, Christian. I need you.” I squeeze my eyes shut, my breaths coming in hard pants.
“You want me to eat your pussy, baby? Is that what you need?” Another slow lick.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes! Please!”
He blows softly on my core and I begin squirming with need, my pussy aching for release. Finally putting me out of my misery, he licks me over and over again. The tension relieved and pure ecstasy washing over me with each swipe of his broad tongue. He’s eating at me like it’s his last meal, the sounds of my wet pussy mixed with his groans only fueling the fire burning deep in my belly.
Shifting his focus, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, as he slides two thick fingers deep inside me. I arch my back, throwing my head back with pleasure. His fingers reaching so deep, somewhere that no one else has ever been able to reach before.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight, baby. You’re gonna have to cum for me at least once so I can get you ready to take my dick.” I mumble some kind of incoherent response as there is no way I can manage words right now. “You ready to cum for me, baby?”
He’s furiously licking my pussy now, like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, while his fingers rub my G-spot in sync with his tongue. As soon as he gently pulls my hard clit between his teeth, stars dance across my vision as I cum like a rocket in his mouth and on his hand. My core clinches around his fingers as I cum for what feels like forever.
Licking me through my orgasm, he slides his fingers from inside me, and I drop my head back as I pant like I’ve just finished a marathon. Not missing a single drop, he licks my pussy clean, taking a few more languid licks before he pulls back and kisses the inside of both my thighs. As my breath finally comes back to me, he crawls up my body, kissing every inch along the way.
When he gets to my lips, he deeply kisses me, exploring every part of my mouth. Tasting myself on him arouses me even more, and a fresh wave of wetness drips down my pussy all the way to my thighs. I moan into his mouth as I grind my hips against his thick cock still trapped inside his jeans.
“I need to get inside you now, baby. Please tell me you’re ready for me.” His voice comes out almost like a prayer.
“I’m ready, Christian. I need to feel you inside me.” Once his body connects with mine, I know there’ll be no turning back.
CHAPTER 10
Christian
On most days, my girl puts on such a brave front. You’d have no idea the hurt she carries inside. When she told me about her parents, how she just up and left, I couldn’t understand how she could let them worry about her like that. But then she explained how they never showed her love and affection, how they never took care of her emotional needs, and all I wanted to do was to take her in my arms a
nd hold her forever.
I still can’t believe the conversation she had with her mother tonight. She hasn’t spoken to Ava in weeks, months really, and the lack of concern for her only daughter blew me away. If it weren’t for Callie and her family, I don’t know how Ava would’ve made it.
It certainly explains her reaction when Callie announced she was moving in with Asher. She has every right to feel abandoned, when the two people who are supposed to love her the most in the world treat her like a commodity and have better things to do than spend time with their daughter.
Now, this precious girl is all mine. I want to take all the hurt away and do everything I can to make this good for her. Watching her beautiful body writhe with pleasure, twisting the sheets as I made her cum in my mouth and on my fingers—it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll gladly spend every day making her feel good, if I can see her face light up with ecstasy.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, baby. Got it?”
She nods her head, still panting from the orgasm I just gave her. I sit up and climb off the bed, finally removing my jeans and my boxer briefs. My long, thick cock springs free, bouncing against my lower abs, as I reach into the nightstand and take out a condom.
I toss the foil packet on the bed, then walk around the front so I can start at her ankles and kiss my way to the top. I trail up her body as I crawl over her, dragging my cock along her skin. It’s sweet torture for both of us, anticipating what’s to come.
Spreading her legs apart with my knees, I lick my fingers before rubbing big circles over her wet pussy. The sloppy sounds make my dick drip with precum. I lean over her, bracing myself on my hand next to her head. Still rubbing her pussy, I begin sucking and nibbling on her perfect tits.
“Please, Christian, I need you now,” she whines.
