by J. L. Beck
“I-I snuck into the house…” I take a deep breath, almost falling asleep during my pause, but for some reason, I still manage to get the rest of the words out. “I went into my parents’ bedroom…”
“And?” he questions, his voice a low hum, his fingers playing with a couple strands of my hair. It’s all too much, his gentle caress, body being so near, all the exhaustion, and my mind starts to shut down mid-sentence.
“I saw them…” The words come out as a whisper, so softly I’m surprised that even I hear them.
“Saw who? Who did you see, Ava?” Vance’s panicked voice bleeds in my subconscious but I’m too far gone to answer him, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness, deeper and deeper into his arms.
Chapter Twelve
Vance
The sun starts to peek up over the horizon, little glimpses of it filtering through the window blinds in Ava’s room. I shouldn’t have stayed last night, hell, I should get up and leave right now. But I can’t. My body physically will not move. It’s like I’m in a trance, weakened beyond measure by her presence.
After what she said to me before she fell asleep, there was no way I was going to get a wink of sleep. My mind was running a mile a minute, trying to figure out who and what she saw. I even tried to wake her up, but she was too exhausted and too drunk to open her eyes, and batted my hands away in protest. Which leads me to where I am right now.
Staring at her like a peeping tom.
Watching her sleep all night, her pink lips parted, her mousy brown hair splayed across the pillow and my chest while the tiny strands tickled me, it was worth staying for. Never had I watched another person sleep, let alone a woman. I realize then that Ava could be my first and my last. No. She can’t.
I let my gaze fall over her bare thighs, my shirt riding up. Fuck, she looks good in my shirt. She’d probably look good with my cock in her too. I lick my lips envisioning it, fuck yeah, she would. My cock hardens to steel instantly, and I try and think about anything other than Ava’s perfectly sized tits, creamy white thighs, or pink lips.
Old saggy tits. Clark’s asshole.
Ahh, fuck what’s the point. It doesn’t matter what I think about, my dick knows Ava is lying next to me half naked.
Just when I think it couldn’t possibly get any worse, she starts to stir beside me, her leg sliding over my thigh inches away from my dick. Fuck. I try to move my leg, inching it away from hers, but all she does is move closer, like I’m her personal pillow.
She snuggles deeper into my side, her knee inching closer until it actually grazes my dick. I can’t help but close my eyes, biting back a groan that I know will surely wake her up. An explosion of pleasure floods my body. I can’t believe that single touch felt so good.
Realizing that she’s stopped moving, my lid’s flutter open, my gaze dropping to her face, where I find two emerald green eyes staring back at me. A warm flush creeps up my throat. The knot of anxiety tightening in my belly.
We need to talk, but the last thing I want to do right now is talk, unless it’s with my cock. Her fingers trace over my washboard abs lazily.
I damn near gulp at the sensation, my body humming. If she doesn’t stop touching me, I won’t be responsible for whatever happens next.
Fuck me is a bad idea. We shouldn’t do this. But I want to. I want to so bad.
“We should…” I start, but the words are cut off, as Ava pushes up off the mattress, and covers her mouth with my own.
For one split second, I’m shocked, so shocked I can’t even move my lips.
What are we doing?
Every single rational thought that doesn’t center on sex flies right out the window when she tosses a toned leg over my body and straddles me, centering her warm pussy against my abs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I have to stop this. I don’t deserve her, and we need to talk. I go to push her away, but she sinks her nails into my chest like a kitten, the little sparks of pain taking a beeline straight to my cock. My resolve snaps and my fingers weave into her hair as the exact opposite of what I intended. Deepening the kiss instead of pushing her away. If I’m going to have her, then I’m going to have her completely, every single gasp, moan, and plea is going to be mine. Her pelvis grinds into me, her wet heat sliding over my skin.
I pull back a fraction of an inch. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, then you need to stop this right now.”
That’s the only warning I’m giving her. If she keeps her slickness on me, or swivels her hips one more time…
“Pretty sure the entire reason I’m straddling you is because I want you to fuck me.” The cheeky grin that forms on her lips is one I want to replace with pleasure.
“Fucking, that’s all this is.” My heart constricts inside my chest at the words.
She licks her lips and says, “Give me your worst, Vance Preston.”
My name falls from her lips like a prayer. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, and my cock is straining so hard I’m pretty sure I have the worst case of blue balls ever, I reach for her and slide my hands underneath the t-shirt she’s wearing until my fingers make contact with her hips.
Then I trail those same fingers downward and slide the fabric of her panties to the side revealing her pink pussy spread open for me like rose petals, each one begging to be plucked.
Perfection at its finest.
Dragging my fingers through her wet folds, a shudder ripples through me before I sink two of my thick digits into her tight entrance without warning. Her green eyes widen, squeezing together at the intrusion, and for a moment I worry I’ve hurt her. She said she wasn’t a virgin, how long has it been since she fucked a guy?
When she doesn’t say anything, the thought disappears and I pick up my pace, scissoring my fingers, angling them in a come-hither motion.
“Fuck, Ava, look at this pussy… so fucking wet for me. Tightening with every stroke. You want to come, don’t you?”
She nods her head frantically, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her pebbled nipples straining against the thin fabric of my t-shirt. Her reaction to me is everything I had hoped it would be and more.
Pumping in and out of her tightness, I keep my eyes on hers. She fists the sheets at her sides and bites into her plump bottom lip while I stretch her to accommodate my length. She’s tight, so fucking tight and it’s going to be an even tighter fit.
Most of the time, I don’t take the time to prepare the women I fuck. But Ava isn’t just some random to me, she’s everything, the beginning, the middle, and the end. And I’m going to make this good for her, even if I die trying.
With two fingers inside her, I take my thumb and press it against her diamond hard clit. I’m ready to be inside her…so fucking ready.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I earn myself a whimper. When she comes, it’s going to be around my cock, so I can feel every spasm and quiver her pussy makes.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to come soon enough.” Gripping onto her hips, I push her off of me, laying her down on her back. Hooking my thumbs into her panties, I drag them down her legs, my knuckles running against the supple, soft flesh.
Her shirt goes next and I throw both pieces of clothing onto the floor. Pausing for one single moment, I drink in her naked body before me. Everything about her is perfect. I want to look at her for hours, explore every inch of her body, but my cock is done waiting. I have patience but when it comes to her, I’m like a small child giddy with excitement as he reaches into the cookie jar.
Pushing my boxers down over my hips, I free my length. The head of my cock is swollen and an angry red. Poor fucking guy. Wrapping my hand around the angry giant, I stroke myself a few times, pleasure pulsing from my balls to the tip of my cock with each stroke.
Ava looks up at me with hungry eyes, watching me like a hawk.
Then I realize something… Shit!
“I don’t have a condom.” I groan. I have some in the car. I could go and get one, but I don’t think I’m physically ca
pable of leaving her here right now. “I’ve never gone bareback before, so if you’re…” I let my voice trail off. I don’t want to ruin this moment between us, but there isn’t any way I’m going to put myself in a situation where I have to worry about knocking her up. I wouldn’t ever consider fucking without a condom but in my heart, I know Ava’s worthy of this moment.
“I’m on birth control,” she squeaks.
Thank fucking, fuck!
I have to fucking have her. I have to be inside of her. Now.
“Thank fuck,” I whisper.
Pressing forward, I blanket her body with mine and lean down, holding myself up with one arm so I don’t crush her. With my free hand, I guide myself to her entrance and dip the head inside wetting it in her arousal before slipping it between her folds. I bump against her clit and she mewls into her hand, tilting her hips up, seeking out more friction.
“Please…” she whimpers, and I grin, loving that I hold this much power over her. That for once I’m the one driving her insane instead of it being the other way around. Guiding myself back to her entrance, I press the tip inside, slowly, so slowly. I’m killing myself as much as I’m killing her, but fuck it will be a pleasurable death.
I’m inside maybe an inch, it’s just the head of my cock but it’s enough to feel how tight she is, how drenched, and ready for me she is. Feeling her tightness all around me, I call on every ounce of self-control I have to not just plunge into her warmth and fuck her like a possessed beast. Sweat beads my forehead, my muscles tightening, and I can’t fucking remember the last time I went this slow with someone. Probably never.
Exhaling all the air in my lungs, I ease into her, stretching her slowly. Her hands start to move, and I feel them everywhere. On my shoulders, roaming down my chest and abs. My lungs burn as I forget to breathe, getting lost in her touch.
Thrusting forward another inch, her hands claw at my back, trying to pull me closer, while also telling me that she needs more.
“I want to fuck you...fuck you right into this mattress, fuck you so hard that all we hear is the headboard slamming against the wall in rhythm with our breathing.”
“Then do it. Fuck me. Claim me. Own me.”
Gritting my teeth, I tell myself she doesn’t know what she’s asking of me. She’s different, not some random hook up. She’s made to be cradled, and kissed with slow, steady strokes, not fucked. I can’t help myself though. I need her, want her…
Letting my self-control snap, I plunge the rest of the way inside of her, only stopping when my balls kiss her ass. Deeply seated inside her, I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world.
“Full… so full…” Ava hisses. I almost expect her to tell me to stop, that she’s changed her mind, but she doesn’t, and thank fuck.
“Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much,” I grunt, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before pulling all the way out. I give her no more time to get used to my size, and instead start fucking her like an animal, giving her long, hard, powerful thrusts, one right after the other. It’s like something inside of me has taken over. I can’t control myself. I’m out of control, the only thing in my sight is the finish line for both of us.
My hips swivel, hitting something deep inside of her. Her pussy gushes around my cock, her wetness dripping down my length and gathering at my base.
“Vance…” she gasps. “Oh…”
She meets every one of my thrusts, tilting her hips up, and wrapping her legs around me, pulling me in deeper. Her moans and pants mingle with mine, creating a beautiful symphony of lust and passion. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but nothing compares to the way that Ava feels beneath me, the way her warmth feels wrapped around my dick.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her thighs quivering and her pussy strangling my cock. I pull back a few inches so I can see her face. Her cheeks are rosy red, lips parted and her eyes closed as pleasure overtakes her features.
Her tiny nails dig into the skin on my back as she fractures straight down the middle. The hollowness inside my chest fills as I watch her, my strokes slowing. I didn’t think it was possible, but she looks even more beautiful while falling apart on my cock.
Continuing to thrust inside her, I extend her orgasm, and while sliding through her quivering pussy, my own release starts to build. My balls slap against her ass, and my chest heaves with each precise stroke. She feels like heaven and I know even before the moment is over that I’ll need another taste of her.
“Look at me. Look at me as I come inside of you,” I grind out. Those green eyes of hers flutter open and bore into mine and I swear I can feel every sliver of pain, every heartache, and every word I’ve ever said to her. She owns me in this moment, and as frightening as it is, I don’t look away. I want to see what I’ve done to her, feel it.
Pushing back onto my knees, I dig my fingers into her flesh and plow into her, over, and over, and over again until there is nothing but a cosmic wave of euphoric pleasure surrounding us. Then and only then as my muscles tighten and sweat beads down my back, do I allow myself to come, filling her tight cunt with spurt upon spurt of sticky salty cum. Her small hand lifts to my chest, pressing against the organ threatening to break free there. It thumps, like a feral animal, and I collapse for a moment on top of her, feeling as if I just ran a marathon.
That wasn’t sex. That was… I don’t even know, but I want to do it again. Pulling out of her, I roll to the side. She’s quiet, too quiet and as the lustful haze fades from my mind, I’m reminded that we have unfinished business from the night before to talk about. I meant to discuss it as soon as she woke up, but never got the chance, my cock having other ideas.
“Last night you said… you saw them. Who is them?”
Ava sits up, grabbing the sheet from the edge of the bed to cover up. “You know what I meant.” She fiddles with the edge of the sheet and I can tell she’s already uncomfortable with the conversation. That’s too bad.
“Actually, I have no idea what you meant by them. You’re talking in riddles and I don’t have the patience to read between the lines. So spit it out already.”
Her eyes flicker to mine, and she stares at me as if I’m a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit in its spot on the puzzle. My pulse races, anticipation of the unknown building. Nodding my head, I encourage her to keep going.
Thick brows draw together and her mouth pops open. “My mom. Your dad. I walked in on them fucking. You know that, right?”
The way she says it, so nonchalantly, like it’s actually true…I don’t know why but it’s almost like her tone of voice affects me more than the words she’s said. Opening my mouth, I plan to say something, anything but suddenly my tongue weighs ten tons and the words, they get lodged in my throat, clogged by an all too familiar anger.
Instead I gawk at her, waiting for her to tell me that she is kidding, lying, but all she does is look back, her expression wide-eyed, and on the cusp of shock. My heart sinks into my stomach, and my hands grow clammy.
“You know that, right?” she repeats, but I still can’t answer. This doesn’t make sense, why would my dad…no…this can’t be true.
She’s lying. My dad wouldn’t have cheated on my mom. He loves, or at least loved her back then and you don’t hurt people you love. Squeezing my eyes shut, I will the thoughts away. Lies, it’s all lies. It has to be. I can’t believe Ava, she’s a vile manipulator, she told my father that I threatened her, that I was using her to steal jewelry. My eyes open a second later and it must dawn on her that I don’t have a fucking clue as to what she’s talking about. When I don’t respond, she starts to explain the more.
“How did you not know about this? Why do you think my dad took me and my mom and left the state the next day?”
Ava asks, tears well in her eyes, but I can’t react. I feel… I feel fooled, broken, like I’ve fucked up and there is nothing that can make it better and I guess there isn’t.
“I didn’t lie to you, Vance. My mother and your father were having an
affair. I told my father, even though my mother begged me not to, even though your father told me what I saw was wrong. I was young but not dumb. They were having sex. They were the reason my parents’ marriage fell apart. You can’t fix something that’s beyond repair, my father thought otherwise, and look at him now. He’s in rehab, while my mother sails the Seven Seas remarried and with the man she cheated on him with.”
“I…” What do I even say to that? All this time, I believed that my mother and father’s marriage had ended because of the financial strain of moving and my father losing his job. I placed all that blame on Ava, calling her a liar, lashing out at her, because I thought she caused all the problems.
But she didn’t… he lied. The man I looked up to my whole life lied to me. I open my mouth again to say something else, but the words never make it past my lips. The sound of the front door opening echoes through the house, followed by voices that I know all too well.
“Vance, Ava. Surprise, we are back from our honeymoon!” My father’s voice meets my ears and when I look to Ava, I see the horror of what she’s told me reflecting back at me.
“You… you really didn’t know?” she whispers.
“No...no I didn’t,” I croak.
Chapter Thirteen
Ava
Vance pulls on his boxers, grabs his pants, and races from the bedroom.
He didn’t know. Oh my God, he didn’t know. I can’t comprehend it. I can’t believe it. All this time I thought he knew… but there’s no way, the look in his eyes, the anger and sadness. I knew as soon as I saw it, he didn’t know.
Which leads me to wonder what he thought had happened? Why he was so mad at me? What did Henry tell him? Obviously it had something to do with me, but what exactly, I have no idea and right now, I have no time to ask him not with our parents back.
I slip into my own clothing in record time, brushing through my hair with my fingers, and splash some water on my face in the bathroom before rushing downstairs. It feels weird to have Vance’s cum inside me as I walk down the hall and toward the staircase to talk to Henry and my mother.
