by Ava Grace
As I stood before Logan, a sense of calmness settled over me. I reached for the hem of my dress then pulled it up and over my head before tossing it aside. I wore nothing underneath the dress except for a pair of black, lacy thongs.
Logan sucked in a sharp breath, his bold stare assessing me frankly. “Jesus, Ave. You’re so beautiful.”
I felt beautiful, especially when he looked at me the way he did in that moment—like I was his everything. Feeling braver with each passing second, I hooked my thumbs in my panties then dragged them down my legs before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. A blush heated my cheeks, but I didn’t try to cover myself. Logan was the only man in the world I would have felt this comfortable with and there was something so deliciously naughty about being naked in front of him when he was still fully clothed—especially when I caught the longing on his face.
“Touch me, Logan,” I breathed. “I need to feel your hands on me.”
He lifted a hand and brought it closer, but then his gaze shot to mine as if seeking further permission. In response, I took hold of his hand and placed it on my waist, before dragging it up and over my breast. The excitement of the moment left me breathless. I was aching to speed things up, but as this was our first time, I figured it would be better if we took it slowly.
Logan’s beautiful brown eyes were filled with wonder as he caressed my breasts then ran the tip of his finger over one of my nipples. It puckered instantly just as it had earlier by the pool and I moaned as the touch reverberated through my body, making my pussy clench.
“I’ve been imagining touching you like this again all day,” he admitted.
At the time, I’d been horrified at what I’d dared Logan to do, but if this was the end result then I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Logan hooked his free hand around my back then drew me to him and no sooner was I ensconced in the cradle of his arms than his mouth crashed down on mine, hot and heavy. We kissed for long moments, his hands freely exploring every inch of me. When I climbed up onto his lap and began grinding against him, Logan grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me down on him, encouraging me to move even more. But it wasn’t enough.
“Please, Logan,” I pleaded against his mouth.
I barely had time to respond to the ragged groan that tore from him before he flipped my over onto my back and came down on top of me. As he insinuated his body between my legs, he kissed and nibbled and licked his way down my throat. When he reached my breasts, he suckled my nipples, one after the other. Holy shit. It felt so good. I’d imagined his mouth on me dozens of times, but the reality was so much better than my fantasies. My back arched off the bed as if involuntarily. My legs were spread so wide and with each move he made, his hardness pushed against me. I was ready to take him inside me—more than ready.
He pulled his mouth off my nipple with a loud sucking noise and hovered above me.
“You want it, don’t you?” he rasped. “You want my dick inside you.”
He pressed it against me and I gasped as the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against my sensitive clit.
I nodded frantically. “I need it.”
“Gonna give it to you,” he promised. “Gonna fuck you good. Gonna make you scream, Ave.”
God, I hoped so. “Do it, Logan,” I begged. “Please.”
He put his mouth on me once more but this time, he trailed kisses downwards, over my belly then lower to my mound.
“So pretty,” he murmured as he stroked his fingers over my neatly trimmed bush. I gasped as one of his fingers dipped between my folds.
His gaze shot up to mine, his eyes wide. “Jesus. You’re so fucking wet. I’ve got to taste you.”
That was all the warning I got before he swooped down and put his mouth over me, sucking on my delicate flesh. He ran his tongue through my folds, moaning as he gathered up the liquid that pooled there. I didn’t know how much more stimulation I could take before it got too much and I came. Soon there were so many wonderful sensations rolling through my body it was difficult to focus on just one. He ate at me greedily, using his teeth to pull my clit into his mouth before dragging his tongue up and down my folds.
“Is this okay?” he asked before going back for another long sweep.
“S’good,” I managed to grind out, my hips lifting as if on their own accord to get closer to his mouth and talented tongue. I needed more. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” he mumbled then went right back to work.
With each languid sweep of his tongue against my clit, the need in me rose and I chased the orgasm, letting Logan take me to the very edge of the precipice, but each time he backed off before I crested the wave of ecstasy. He pushed his finger inside me and started moving it in time to motion of his mouth. Wow. I’d never experienced anything like it before. Using my own fingers to bring myself off in no way compared to letting Logan take the lead.
As my moans grew louder, Logan moved his mouth and tongue faster. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my thighs shaking as he fucked me with his tongue. Then he slid another finger inside me, using two to fuck me and the increased sensation of fullness felt even better.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he gritted out. “Can’t wait to be inside you. Gonna own your pussy, Avery. You want that? You want me to own you?”
He already owned my heart so it was inevitable that he would own my body, too.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I want that.”
I was so close to coming, and as much as I wanted his mouth to take me over the edge, there was something I wanted more.
“Show me your cock, Logan,” I asked. “Show me how hard you are for me.”
He grunted, releasing my clit from between his teeth. He sat up then knelt between my legs, frustration bleeding into his face as he couldn’t open his belt and the zipper of his jeans fast enough. I reached out to help, parting his jeans then pulling down his briefs and freeing his cock. Oh God. It was bigger than I’d expected, hot and silky smooth against my palm. His fingers had felt good inside me, but his cock was three times the width and I had to imagine how good it would feel stretching me. The bulbous head had a pinkish tint and it was leaking a little from the slit.
“Can I taste you?” I asked.
Logan muttered a curse. “Christ, yeah. Just the thought of pushing my dick between your pretty lips is enough to make me come.”
I grinned up at him. “Not yet, you don’t. I want to feel you coming inside me.”
He groaned as he climbed up my body and directed his cock to my mouth. “You’re so dirty, Ave. Fucking perfect for me. You liked the feel of my fingers in your pussy, didn’t you? You were sucking them inside, clenching around them. So greedy. You gonna squeeze my dick like that?”
I murmured my assent as he nudged my lips with his cock. I opened for it, my tongue teasing around the head and then he pushed it inside. It stretched my lips wide and kept on stretching them as his full length entered my mouth. I tried not to gag as it touched the back of my throat, but I didn’t quite manage it. The sound made Logan go wild.
“Fuck, yeah, Ave. That’s it, baby. Suck it. Take it deep.”
I lifted my head as best I could and ran my mouth up and down his length, creating as much suction as possible. I wanted it to feel good for him. Better than good. I wanted him to think about my mouth on him all day every day. I sucked him hungrily, and the more I moaned and the sloppier the blow job became, the more it turned Logan on. Soon he was thrusting into my mouth with wild abandon.
“God, yeah, Ave. I love your mouth. It feels so fucking good.”
His praise spurred me to move faster, suck harder.
“No. Stop.” He pulled his cock from my mouth. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Logan made quick work of taking off his clothes until he was as naked as I was and I became mesmerized in the strong, masculine beauty of him. He really was my every fantasy come to life.
Using one hand to hol
d himself up over me, he grabbed his dick with the other and brought it to my pussy. He met my gaze, and we stared at one another silently as he hovered near my entrance. I’d waited so long for this. I needed it, but as he lowered his cock, he didn’t push it inside me. Instead, he dragged it between my folds then up and over my clit. Then he did it again.
Each slow, deliberate drag of his cock made me cry out and as he pressed it harder and a little faster, the orgasm that had been hovering just out of reach was suddenly within my grasp. Two more passes were all it took. My back arching off the bed, I threw my head back and came, shouting out Logan’s name. As the orgasm barreled through me at an alarming pace, Logan pushed inside me with pained grunt.
Chapter Five
It felt like I’d been waiting my entire life for this moment and when I finally pushed into Avery’s soaking wet pussy, a surge of emotion rushed through me so powerful, I’m surprised I didn’t weep.
“Yes!” she shouted, her fingers biting into my hips.
I slid out then thrust back inside, riding the waves of her pleasure as her cunt clamped down on my cock. God, it was too much. I leaned down and captured her lips, plundering her mouth with my tongue, fucking between her lips with the same tempo as my hips. I felt each wave of pleasure that rippled through her so strongly it was as if I was the one who was climaxing. Adrenaline coursed through my blood and as I pushed into her again and again her cunt squeezed my cock so good, milking it for all it was worth.
I stilled inside her when her orgasm finally ebbed to check that she was okay, but she looked up at me with desperate eyes.
“Don’t stop, Logan,” she begged. “Give it to me, please.”
I didn’t stop—not that I’d wanted to.
“Do you like it, baby?” I asked. “Do you like my fat cock fucking you like this? Your cunt is soaking wet, baby, coating me in all your delicious juices. Do you want my cum inside you, painting your insides and filling you up?”
My crude words started a fire inside her and as she gasped out a ‘yes’, she lifted her hips to get me to fuck her deeper. With each moment that passed, I climbed higher and higher, my hips and body moving on instinct alone, guided by the responses that Avery gave to me. Her sexy little moans and shouts carried me closer to a release that was sure to be explosive. Her smooth, toned legs gripped my hips like a vise, holding me to her, welcoming me into her body. Now that I’d had her like this there could be no going back for either of us.
“You’re mine,” I told her fiercely. “I own you. Every part of you is mine.”
“All yours,” she said on a gasp. “Always yours.”
Soon the familiar tingles started in the base of my spine, but instead of a slow build, my orgasm rushed through me in crescendo. I barely had time to warn her.
“Coming,” I grunted as a rush of euphoria swept me up in its grasp.
“Yes! Do it, Logan. Come in me,” she ordered.
She grabbed the cheeks of my ass and held me tightly against her as I hit the peak of my pleasure. Knowing how much she wanted me to shoot in her made my orgasm all the more intense. I emptied my cock inside her—spurt after spurt of jizz filling her up good. And I wanted it in her. All of it. I wanted her womb full of it. The thought of my baby growing in there filled my chest with warmth and a fierce possessiveness washed over me. For a brief, insane moment, I debated never letting her out of my sight again. I wanted to stay with her always, buried inside her, just like this.
When I stopped coming, I collapsed on top of her, though still careful not to give her too much of my weight. I lifted my head when I was able to and studied her. The dazed expression on her face made me smile.
“You good?” I asked. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Adoration replaced her warm, sated look. “You could never hurt me and no, I’m not just good. I’m perfect.”
“You planning on running from me in the morning?”
A shy smile slipped onto her lips and it seemed so out of place after what we’d just shared.
“I figured I might just say ‘to hell with it’ and see where this takes us.”
“That’s my girl,” I told her. “’Cause this is it for us now, Ave. You and me ‘til the end, baby.”
“I like the sound of that,” she murmured.
“I’m not gonna lie and say it’ll be easy for us, but as long as we’ve got each other, we can deal with anything that comes our way.”
She nodded. “I know we can. And we’ll be leaving for college soon anyway so we can begin our lives in a new place, together.”
“Good, so we’re on the same page.”
Avery nodded before she opened her mouth into a wide yawn that she tried her best to stifle.
“Attractive,” I said with a wry smile. I was only half joking. Avery was the most incredible woman I’d ever met.
She slapped me across the ass, and my jerk of surprise, jostled my cock inside her, making us both groan. Then she narrowed her eyes.
“If you want to get inside my pussy again, you’d better watch your mouth.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “Or…I could just make the most of being inside you now.” I punctuated my words with a thrust of my hips, seating my reawakened cock deeper.
She closed her eyes on a gasp and arched her back. “Or you could just do that,” she agreed with a contented mewl.
So that was exactly what I did.
It was just like I’d told Avery, the future was unsure, but it was that way for everyone, wasn’t it? No one knew exactly what was in store for them. I was confident that as long as we were together, we could face anything. And we would.
The End
Masquerade
Ava Grace
Chapter One
Lucy did a little twirl then cocked her hip, a wide grin stretched across her lips. “How do I look? Do you think he’ll like it?”
I stared at her, mouth agape.
In all honesty, I didn’t know what to make of her outfit—it left so little to the imagination. The shiny, black vinyl Catwoman costume looked like it had been painted on. A mass of wild, curly brown hair framed a mask made of the same vinyl material which covered most of her face. The only features visible, in fact, were her mouth and big brown eyes.
Lucy and I looked fairly similar. We were both slim, almost the same height and had the same hair and eye color, but that was where the similarities between us ended. She was loud, confident, and full of life and I was quiet and reserved. The term bookish had been used to describe me a time or two in the past—not that I thought there was anything wrong with that. I wasn’t what you’d call shy, exactly, but I was definitely introverted. I sometimes wished I could be more outgoing, but the few times I’d tried to make more of an effort to talk to people had just felt forced. It had made me uncomfortable.
It was amazing that my friendship with Lucy had stood the test of time because our personalities were polar opposites, but maybe that was why we worked—she’d been my best friend for over ten years and I was sure we’d be in each other’s lives for the long haul.
“You look incredible,” I praised. “Super hot.”
She did look amazing, but it was her confidence that helped her to own the outfit rather than her figure. The way she walked in the costume, hell the way she just stood in it screamed sexy and alluring. I could never have carried it off—I didn’t have her courage.
If I’d have been attending the fancy dress masquerade party that one of my classmates was throwing for our upcoming graduation, I’d have just tossed a white sheet over my head with holes cut out for the eyes. I was all about blending into the background, although knowing Lucy, she would have accused me of trying to hide away from the world. I didn’t think I was doing that, but perhaps I was, even if it was at an unconscious level. Still, all of that was irrelevant, because I’d decided not to go. It was easier to stay away than have to deal with the anxiety of finding something to wear that didn’t make me conspicuous.
I didn’t r
eply to Lucy’s question of whether or not he’d like it because the person she’d been referring to was my stepbrother, Josh. They weren’t a couple or anything, far from it, but that wasn’t for Lucy’s lack of trying. She took every opportunity to get closer to him. Josh had never encouraged her as far as I’d seen, but I was convinced that one day soon she was going to wear him down and get him to go out with her. It might make me a bad person, considering she was my best friend and all, but I was hoping that day would never come.
I wanted Lucy to be happy, of course I did—that went without saying, but for the last three years, I’d been madly, hopelessly and irrevocably in love with my stepbrother. The thought of him and Lucy together made me feel sick to my stomach so I suppose if I was guilty of anything, it was selfishness because I wanted Josh for myself. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, the door that led into the garage opened and Josh sauntered into the room. He looked incredible. As always. Completely irresistible.
Josh’s short, dark brown hair was neatly trimmed and usually perfectly styled, but now it was wet and disheveled which told me he’d just got back from the beach—his surfboard had most likely just been placed on the wall in the garage where it took pride of place. The heavy dusting of stubble on Josh’s chin made him appear much older than his eighteen years and added to his rugged, bad boy charm. His skin was tanned from the hours he and his friends spent riding the waves. At a couple of inches under six feet, he wasn’t overly tall, but that was still far taller than my height of five foot four.
My heart jolted and my pulse pounded, just like it always did when Josh walked into a room. But when he lifted his head and his gaze landed on Lucy, I couldn’t prevent the instantaneous burst of jealousy as I took in his lustful expression. Josh came to an abrupt halt and stared long and hard, his gaze slowly perusing every inch of her body. There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes.