I step forward, leaving no space between us. “Want to what?” I ask as his head lowers to mine.
Bryce’s Iips move languidly over my top then bottom lip, sucking and flicking his tongue expertly, making my inexperienced body feel like it’s going to combust at any second. I part my lips, hoping to receive his tongue, and he willingly gives it to me.
God, kissing him is like a forbidden sin.
“Get in the truck,” he pants quietly between sliding his tongue in and out my mouth. His hands roam down to my hips then he lifts me inside the truck. Our mouths remain connected as we scoot across the tattered bench seats. Bryce releases my lips and quietly asks me to lay back. I look up and find Bryce’s hooded eyes watching me intently. The temperature in the truck begins to rise several degrees, and the summer breeze blowing through the open door isn’t enough to cool us off.
Bryce reaches for the neckline of his shirt and tugs the cotton fabric over his head. Tanned muscles, strong, lean, and hard, and a huge, purplish-bruise come into view, stealing my breath away. I place a gentle hand against the warm, battered skin on the right side of his rib cage. A low hiss escapes his lips, and I immediately look to him for answers. He grabs my hand and places it over his racing heart. “I’m fine,” he whispers then lowers his head and presses his lips against my cheek, making his way down to the crook of my neck to press several kisses against my erratically pounding pulse. I squirm under him, feeling his erection nudging between my legs. I tilt my head back and arch my back off the seat, causing the cotton barrier between my legs to rub against the bulge straining behind the rough denim of his jeans. It feels amazing.
“Fuck, Ava,” he moans then nips and sucks tenderly on the side of my neck before making his way across the tops of my breasts not covered by my dress.
My chest heaves with every touch.
“I’ve been thinking about how the rest of you would taste,” he confesses against my skin as he places a single kiss to the center of my chest. He sits up and concentrates on the small buttons on my burnt-sienna dress with tiny bluish-white flowers scattered all over. He unsnaps one button. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t,” I whimper.
Bryce resumes unsnapping another, and another, until my dress falls open to reveal my navy blue t-shirt bra and matching panties.
His heated gaze roams over me, setting my body aflame. His soft lips tease along my skin, just beneath the underwire of my bra. I run my hand through his hair, tugging slightly on his strands. I need more.
His hand smooths down my right thigh. “Have you let anyone fuck your tight, little pussy yet?”
The crudeness of his question turns on the furnace heating in the pit of my stomach, making the ache between my legs pulse with intensity. Bryce knows I’m a virgin because that fun fact was recently revealed one night during our spring break in Florida. We were playing a game of Truth or Dare, accompanied by shots of liquor that we found in Kennedy’s parents’ beach house. Bryce asked the lucky question.
His fingers thrum along my panty line, making it hard for me to think.
“No.” My voice is barely audible, but I know he hears me he says, “Shit” against my stomach.
“I bet you’re so fuckin’ tight,” his lips travel to my hip bone, “and taste amazing too.”
I raise on my forearms and watch him plant teasing kisses along the fabric of my panties and inner thighs.
“Why don’t you find out,” I state boldly.
His eyes narrow on me. “Not tonight.” He slithers up my body until we’re face-to-face. He pecks my lips before shifting all of his body weight off me and lies beside me. His lips graze the shell of my ear. ”Open your legs wide for me, sweetheart,” he coaxes.
I exhale a shaky breath and comply. He slides his hand inside my panties, parts my lower lips with his fingers, and then gently rubs circles over my clit. I close my eyes in ecstasy.
“Omigod,” I gasp. My eyes open halfway when he stops and withdraws from my panties. He slips two fingers between his lips, sucking hard on them. He moans when he withdraws them, and his hand drops between my legs, and pulls my panties aside, sliding one finger inside my entrance.
“Ahhh!” I cry out.
His eyes search mine, and the muscles in his jaws tick. I place my hand over his hand, clutching it, urging him to give me more.
“More?” His voice strains.
“Please,” I gasp.
He inserts another finger and sets a steady pace of pumping them in and out before reclaiming my lips. The way he angles his fingers inside of me has my legs spreading wider on their own accord, drawing his fingers deeper and hitting a spot that has me ready to explode. My heart rate accelerates and an earthquake rumbles in my core and spreads throughout my limbs. Bryce stops kissing me and witnesses me having my first orgasm as I scream from all the sensations overtaking me. The delicious tremors subside, and I begin to feel relaxed. Bryce carefully withdraws his fingers, and like before, he sucks away the evidence of my arousal. Our eyes lock.
“You good?” He smiles down at me while tracing his fingertip around my navel.
I hear wind chimes jingle along with the sounds of my heavy breathing. My phone!
Bryce lifts off me and exits the truck. I watch him walk over to a nearby tree, affording me a side view of him. With the light shining down from a spotlight on the farmhouse, I can still see him.
When he unzips his jeans, I look away and rummage through my dress pockets, pull out my phone, then clear my throat. “Hello?” I train my voice to sound as if I wasn’t just screaming my lungs out from the most mind-blowing orgasm.
I steal a glance back to where Bryce remains standing by the tree, taking a piss. Once he’s done, he places one palm against the trunk and starts to—
“Ava!” Hunter screams through the phone, reminding me that he’s on the other end and starts rambling about his date. I don’t pull my gaze away from Bryce and watch him move his hand up and down his penis.
“So, you had an awesome time on your date?” I try to engage in conversation with Hunter, but I’m distracted by Bryce’s grunts and groans that soon re-ignite the warmth in the pit of my stomach. He turns his head and locks eyes with mine. I become speechless.
Hunter talks and I listen. Not really, though, but I respond as if I am. We exchange a few quick words then say our goodbyes before I disconnect the call and let my phone fall to the floor of the truck, forgotten.
Sweat slicks over Bryce’s skin like a thin layer of baby oil, making the hard muscles of his upper body more pronounced. I’m not going to lie; he’s a sight to behold with his jeans hanging loosely off his hips. He looks like a model from an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. Raw and adulterated.
“Ava,” he calls out to me, needing me.
He turns toward me so I can see him fully. My eyes widen as I watch him fist and pump his length with fierce strokes.
“Fuck!” he groans. The sound of flesh beating against flesh stirs salaciously inside of me.
“Let me see your tits—please,” he begs.
I hear my phone ding with a text notification, but I ignore it and step out of the truck and make my way over to Bryce. His feral eyes focus on me while I peel away my dress and let it fall to the ground. With shaky hands, I reach behind and unhook my bra, shimmy my shoulders, and let it fall to the ground beside my dress. I stand there, braving more confidence than I’ve ever before, in only my panties.
His hooded eyes drop to my breasts. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he moans. His hand travels up to the head of his penis, massaging it, and then moves back down to the base, making my own body come alive and buzz with a need for something more.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ava!” Bryce calls out at the same time semen shoots from his penis, making my nipples hard and sensitive. I have to crisscross my legs to alleviate the tingling sensation between my legs. The show in front of me is better than any gay porn flick that I’ve ever watched with Hunter during the final scenes when the actor ejac
ulates all over his willing partner. Other than porn and seeing Hunter’s penis by accident, I’ve never come this close to the male anatomy before, and Bryce Devlin Richardson’s anatomy is something to be praised.
Chapter 8
Bryce
I roll my shoulders then move my head from side to side to work the kinks from my neck. Sleeping in my Camaro for three nights straight has my body feeling like an elderly man with a bad case of arthritis. The last drop of urine leaves my dick. I give it a shake, tuck myself inside my pants, and then flush the toilet. I leave the bathroom stall and wash my hands in the only working sink. After splashing room-temperature water against my face, I turn the water off and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I look like shit.
I’m still dressed in the same clothes from last night with the scent of burning wood from the bonfire still lingering on my clothes. I look down at my jeans and see dried-up cum encrusted on my thigh from where I jacked off to the sight of Ava’s perfect tits. Somehow, the alarm on my cell phone didn’t go off. If it had I would be in the boys’ locker room of my school right now, showered with fresh clothes as if I’d done it all from home.
I make a mental note to go by the laundromat after school to wash all my clothes that I have piled on my backseat.
I yawn, getting a whiff of the Jack Daniels that I drank to put my ass to sleep last night. And to cleanse away Ava’s sweet pussy from my taste buds. The thought of her was enough to keep my mind running rapidly all night long that I now have a severe case of blue balls. There was no way that I was going to massage one out in my car and get busted for indecent exposure in the parking lot of a park where kids run and play. Fuck that shit! After I dropped Hope off at home, I drove up and down county roads, wasting gas that I can’t afford. I could’ve parked in the parking lot of a truck stop, but I knew I wouldn’t get much sleep while worrying about getting robbed by the many hookers that walk around enticing truckers for an easy buck. Staying with Clay wasn’t an option since he was M.I.A. and didn’t show up at a gathering I put together for him. Every time I called his phone, it went straight to voicemail so I continued to drive until I ended up at the park, not even a mile from Ava’s house.
My sweet Ava.
My dick stirs. “Calm the fuck down,” I tell it.
I reach in my back pocket, cursing when I don’t feel my toothpaste or toothbrush there.
I must’ve left it in my gym bag.
I exit the two-stall bathroom located between two large oak trees in the park. I notice several joggers as I make my way to my car, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact as they pass me. As I get closer to my car, I notice a cop car parked in front of it, and a uniformed officer looking through the windows of my car.
“Shit,” I mumble under my breath. For fuck’s sake. At least I remembered to trash my bottle of Jack. I cautiously approach my car. “Officer, is there a problem?”
His narrow blue eyes dart my way. “Is this your vehicle?” I watch him settle his hand on his gun holster.
I slow down and stop. “Yes, sir. It’s my car.”
He stares me down. “Put your hands up so that I can see them.”
I do as I’m told.
“We’ve gotten several calls about a vehicle, matching the description of yours, being parked here all night and into the early morning.” The officer walks to where I’m standing and starts patting me down.
“Do you mind telling me why you’ve been parked out here?”
I shift my attention from him to the small crowd of people gathering around. I scan over their faces until I stop on a familiar one. Ava.
“That’s it,” the officer sneers before shoving me on the hood of my car. I shut my eyes and wince in pain from my previous bruises that were taking longer to heal, thanks to my dear old dad. My hands are forced behind my back, and I’m handcuffed. “How about I take you down to the precinct since you don’t want to cooperate?”
“What the hell? Officer, I haven’t done anything wrong. Fuck!” I shout when he grips my hair and tugs my head back roughly.
“You had your chance to explain, you little shit.” He presses the side of my face into the warm metal of my car. “You have the right to remain silent—“
I block out the officer’s voice and concentrate on the many cellphones, capturing live footage of what’s going on. My eyes meet with one of the director’s watery gaze. Ava. She mouths the words ‘’it’s going to be okay”, and I believe every word she says. It’s Ava, after all, and so far, she’s never let me down.
I’m jerked off of my car and ushered to the patrol car and shoved roughly inside through the back door. The stench of sweat and piss instantly makes me sick to my empty stomach. The officer slams the door, leaving me alone in the car to process the shit I’ve somehow gotten myself into.
“Richardson?”
I look up from my position on the worn-out wooden bench and stare through the bars of the cage that they’ve put me in. For what? The officer who arrested me still hasn’t filled me in on that shit, and I haven’t gotten my one phone call. Fuck, who would I have called? My parents don’t give a damn. Clay has no fuckin’ clue what’s been going on in my life for the past year or so, and if I’d memorized Ava’s number, I would’ve called her, but they took everything I had from me except for the clothes I’m wearing.
I come to my feet and stroll past the other men that I’ve made it my business to ignore and stay to myself. The guard opens the door and I follow him down the dingy hallway, bypassing other crowded cells filled with presumably innocent arrestees, shouting and catcalling. I’m taken to a room to collect all my belongings then through a door that leads into another room, bustling with men and women dressed in blue, ringing phones, and handcuffed individuals make me not want to see this fuckin’ place again.
“Took you long enough to deliver my client.” An unknown, well-dressed man approaches me. “Bryce,” he extends his hand to me, “I’m Cameron Scott, your attorney.”
I frown, confused.
“Ava,” he turns around, giving me a clear view of her, standing a couple of feet away. My heart stutters and expands, similar to how I imagine a groom would when he sees his beautiful bride walking down the aisle to him.
She didn’t let me down. Our eyes connect, bringing a slight smile upon her lips.
“She called and told me that you needed my help,” my new attorney continues. “Have they told you why you were arrested in the first place?”
“No, sir.” My eyes remain on Ava’s.
“That’s what I thought. Young man, you’re free to go.” His hand appears in front of my face. Here’s my business card. I’m one of the partners at Ava’s dad’s law firm. If you have any questions or problems, don’t hesitate to call. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to with the chief of police.”
Once he leaves, Ava and I stare at each other for a while more. I knew she had a lot of questions swarming around in her head, and I was willing to share my answers with her, but first, I just needed her, in any way she would allow me to. I take slow, tentative steps her way, watching the way her eyes follow my every move. When I’m only a step away from her, she lunges forward and wraps her arms tightly around my neck. I nuzzle my nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her into my system.
“Are you okay?” she asks then leans away so that she can look me in my eyes.
“Yes, now that you’re here,” I reply, meaning every single fuckin’ word.
Chapter 9
Ava
The pouring sound of the shower continues fifteen minutes after I asked Bryce if he wanted to take one and change into some fresh clothes that I bought him at the mall using the credit card that my parents told me to reserve for emergencies. All of his clothes are in his car, which he won’t get back until tomorrow. After leaving the mall, we stopped at Ziggy's Pizzeria where I watched him inhale slice after slice, which only made me feel guilty for all the food I’ve wasted in a life
time. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help it. The entire time I wondered when his last meal was. Then we talked.
I stand from my bed and walk to the slightly ajar door with a towel in hand. I knock lightly before calling his name. Nothing but the sound of water pellets hitting his body responds. I open the door and step inside as the fog and warmth from the steam rising from within the glass walls of the shower assail me.
The blurred view of Bryce with his head hanging low under the cascading hot water, his palms resting against the stone tile has my body prickling for his nearness. I can visualize his body, slick with water trickling over his taut muscles. The shower door opens, and Bryce appears, dripping from head to toe. I lick my lips and allow my eyes to roam every inch of him, hesitating on his penis growing hard in my presence.
“Ava.” The way he says my name is like a symphony to my ears since he hasn’t said much since leaving the jail.
My eyes shoot to his, and a blush warms my cheeks. He looks me over then turns the faucet off and steps out, still drenched and with some soapsuds still clinging to his frame. He bypasses the towel that I offer him and pulls me flush against his sleek, naked body. I close my eyes when he touches my face and thumbs graze over my cheeks. I feel his warm breath on my lips and trickles of water drip off of him on to my face.
“I never said thank you,” he whispers before the delicate touch of his lips mold with mine,” for everything,” he continues then swipes his tongue along my bottom lip.
I part my lips on a sigh and let his tongue glide inside my mouth. His kiss is slow, tender, and urgent, a nonverbal way of him showing me just how much he needs me right now. I feel his fingers bunching the fabric of my jumper dress in his hands. The hem lifting and sliding up gives me chill, until it’s completely over my head.
Bryce fingers my bra strap while searching my eyes.
I unsnap the front clasp of my bra, setting my breasts free, and then I push my panties down, stepping out of them. The fluorescent lighting in my bathroom glares down on my nakedness, putting me on display. Despite what I consider imperfections, Bryce’s smoldering gaze makes me not want to cover up as he takes in every inch of me.
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