F*ck Perfect (MindF*ck Book 2)

by Danyell Wallace

  “Jesus, Ava,” he says softly.

  My nipples form into tight buds and my clit begins to tingle for his touch. I exhale a slow breath at the sight of Bryce gripping his penis in his hand, massaging it for relief. Does it hurt? I wonder. “Can I touch it?” My words fly out unshaken.

  “Touch what?” His eyes darken as he smirks.

  I can play this game. “Can I touch your pen—“

  “Dick,” he interrupts and steps closer.

  I swallow hard. “Dick,” I correct myself.

  I yelp when he picks me up and sits me on the sink counter and stands between my parted legs. We moan in unison when the head of his dick rubs over my clit. He pecks my lips then reaches behind me and grabs my vanilla almond truffle-scented lotion, handing it to me.

  He laughs when I shoot him my “What is this for” look.

  His lips touch the tip of my nose. “Squirt a good amount in your hand and rub it on my dick.”

  I nod then squirt a glop in my hand. I look down at Bryce’s dick and stare at it—thick, long, and veiny with a pinkish tint to it.

  “Second thoughts?” Bryce asks.

  “Of course not.” I look up into his sage eyes and lotion him up.

  “Oh, Ava!” he hisses.

  I wrap my fingers around his length, feeling it jerk in my hand. I work my hand up over the mushroom tip then back down to the base, similar to how I saw him do it the other night. His eyes roll behind his lids, and his hips jerk in time with my strokes. I look on in anticipation of seeing his release.

  “Aw, fuck baby, that feels so good.” He grips my thighs. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he rasps.

  “I’m sure,” I respond breathily. Seeing Bryce this way, under my control, and hearing his guttural remarks, has my body feeling intoxicated. Out of curiosity, I move my other hand between his legs and cup his balls, squeezing them ever so gently.

  “Mmmm, fuck, Ava!” he groans then kisses me, tangling his tongue sinfully with mine. His lips move down and gently nibble on my neck. “Get ready, baby, because I’m about to come,” he murmurs.

  My hand moves rhythmically up and down his dick. Warm liquid shoots across my stomach and coats my hand. I look down in time to witness his milky release squirt out with every pump of my hand. I slow my strokes and eventually stop once he’s spent.

  Wow!

  Bryce braces the counter while still breathing heavily. “What time are your parents expected at home?”

  “They’re both out of town until the end of this week.”

  Bryce kisses the side of my neck, and when his breathing slows down, he bends down and picks up the towel I brought in for him, cleaning me off first then himself. He tosses it back to the floor and pulls me forward on the counter, kissing me until I begin to feel like jelly. Bryce lifts me from the counter, and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me into my bedroom and lays me down on my bed. Next, he trails scandalous kisses from my lips down to the space between my legs and gives me my first lesson in oral sex.

  I linger over Bryce’s peaceful, sleeping form. How did I miss the signs? My dad works with troubled teens all the time. Even Morgan didn’t give me any indication that she was having problems at home, besides her family’s financial burden. Did their dad hit her too?

  I draw back my bed comforter and inspect the fading bruises on his torso that I didn’t see the other night in his grandfather’s truck. I trace my fingertips over the one near his rib.

  “I know you have questions. Go ahead and ask them.” His voice is gruff from sleep.

  I observe his vulnerability in his jade eyes for a moment. “First, promise me that you won’t lie to me.”

  “I promise. Ask me anything.” He pulls me on top of him so that I’m straddling his hips, naked flesh touching naked flesh.

  “How long have you been sleeping in your car?” I trace over the light hair trailing from his belly button down to the thatch of pubic hair.

  “Not long. Since the night we kissed in the library.”

  I nod then squirm above him. “Mr. Scott and I went to your house to inform your parents about your arrest.”

  Bryce’s hands clamp down on the outer part of my thighs then slide up to grasp my hips.

  I clear my throat, hoping that my next few words don’t come out shaky. “Your dad was drunk.” I exhale on a quivering breath. “He had the nerve to say that he knew you were in jail and joked about not filling out a missing person’s report for a reason.” Tears fill my eyes and threaten to slide down my cheeks. How could his dad be so heartless? “He had one of his cop buddies trail you before eventually arresting you this morning.”

  Bryce’s face turns red, and the red veins in his eyes become more pronounced in his angry, watery glare.

  “He did it to teach you a lesson. How long has this been going on? Does Clay know?”

  Bryce looks away from me, but I grab his face and force his attention back to me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because I’m no charity case,” he seethes. “My fuckin’ parents and my sister are the only ones that know, and I want to keep it that way.”

  “But you and your sister don’t deserve to be treated this way. God, Bryce, if something were to happen to you…“my voice trails off.

  He sits up and his lips lightly brush against mine. “I’ve made it this far. Just as long as he doesn’t put his hands on my sister. That’s why I’m so glad that she’s overseas not having to deal with this bullshit right now.”

  “What about when she comes back next week?”

  “Hopefully, by then, I’ll have a plan in motion to where we’ll be out of that fuckin’ house,” he says with so much venom in his voice that I flinch as if he’s directing his words at me. “But until then, I guess I’ll continue to put up with my dad’s shit.”

  I shake my head. “Let me tell my dad what’s going on, so he can get the both of you the help you need.”

  Bryce places me on my back and spreads my legs with his then pins both my hands above my head. “I don’t need saving, Ava.” His lips hover above mine. “Trust me, I’m way too fucked-up to be saved.”

  I find myself shaking my head once again. “I’m not trying to save you. I just want to be there for you,” I breathe out.

  He releases my hands. “You’ve been here for me in more ways than you’ll ever know.”

  “Then let me continue to be there for you.” I lift my head off my pillow, needing his naughty kisses. He pulls away, and I find myself chasing after his lips. "What's wrong?"

  He finally grants me a peck. "I don't deserve your kindness, Ava.” A scowl transforms his face. “I’ve done some pretty fucked-up shit—“

  I place two fingers over his lips to shush him. “No one is perfect and just because you’ve made some bad choices in your life doesn’t give your dad the right to beat up on you when he feels like it.”

  Bryce admires me in a way that makes my skin prickle hotly. “You’re always taking care of me. You know that?”

  “Isn’t that what friends do?” My eyes drop to his lips, and I lick my own.

  “I think we both know now that we’re more than friends.” He lifts off of me and comes to his knees.

  “Then what are we?”

  He shrugs. “Whatever the fuck we want to be.” His eyes dart between my spread legs, and his finger traces over the seam of my vaginal lips before separating them. “Do you remember the first time I kissed you? I’m not talking about the time in the library.”

  I bite down on my lip when his thumb moves lazily over my clit. I knew exactly what kiss he was talking about. It was a kiss that I deemed as a mistake and never to be spoken of, ever since he avoided me like I was a deadly curse after it had happened.

  “We were at the bowling alley on New Year’s Eve, and I was playing pool with some of my friends,” he recalls, “and I ended up getting into a fight with that fucker who wouldn’t take no for an answer from you. After many attempts of you trying to be nice
in turning him down, he grabbed you and that was it for me.”

  I close my eyes and rotate my hips against his fingers playing between my legs. The vivid memory of Bryce coming to my defense when Zach wouldn’t take no for an answer comes rushing back. He was pissy drunk and wanted me to dance with him to some song blaring from the jukebox. After I explained to him that my feet were killing me, he got in my personal space and kept on until Bryce stood between us and told him to keep his hands off of me. Zach called me a stuck-up bitch, and the next thing I knew, Bryce’s fists were connecting with Zach’s face.

  “Omigod,” I moan when I feel my orgasm building in my core.

  “Do you remember after I knocked the shit out of him, you cleaned me up on the hood of your car?”

  “Y-yes!” I moan.

  I pull Bryce by the hand and out of the bowling alley when I get word that the poIice was called. We get in my car, and I drive down the road with a bleeding Bryce sitting on the passenger side. I pull into the packed parking lot of a Waffle House. Bryce opens my door and gets out. I open my glove compartment and take out my travel size first aid kit then get out as well.

  “Bryce, I had the situation under control.” I slam my door and find him sitting on the hood of my Lexus. I grab his chin and inspect his face. He just stares at me with a grin on his face, and all I want to do is smack it off. “It’s not funny.”

  “Never said it was. You know, it felt good punching that fucker in the face.”

  I tear open an alcohol towelette then dab the cut on his chin.

  “Shit, that stings!”

  “Well, that’s what you get for acting like some streetfighter.”

  “Fuck that!” He tilts his head away from me. “He should’ve never put his hands on you.”

  I tear open another towelette. “Just leave it alone. It’ll heal on its own,” he whines.

  “That may be true, but if I don’t clean it, it’ll probably get infected. Now, stop acting like you don’t have any sense and be still.” I stand between his legs and jerk his face to where I can clean the cut above his lip next.” I dab it then purse my lips together and blow to soothe the burning sting. “Better?” I pull away to find his eyes hot on me.

  “I bet if you kiss it, you’ll make it feel even better,” he challenges.

  I don’t know what came over me, but I lean into him and press my lips over the cut above his lip. I pull away only to be pulled forward with his lips crashing against mine.

  “I knew I wanted you then, but I purposely acted like a jerk and pretended the kiss never happened between us.”

  “Why?” My voice shudders.

  “Because I’m fucked-up, Ava, but I think you already know that. I see the looks you shoot my way when you see me with girls from school.”

  “Um…“ My breathing picks up, and I’m having a hard time pronouncing my words.

  “You had some balls when you told me what you thought about me. Sometimes, I wonder if it was out of jealousy, but you told me that if I didn’t stop sleeping around that my penis would fall off. Do you remember saying that to me?”

  I look down and watch Bryce’s head drop between my legs and buck my hips when his tongue glides from my entrance up to my clit.

  “Y-yes. Oh my—“

  My legs quiver and I sigh when his tongue swirls around my clit before thrusting inside of me over and over again.

  His tongue slides out of me just as I’m about to explode. He examines me with his fingers for a moment as if he’s touching the female anatomy for the first time. “Will you always taste this sweet when I fuck you with my tongue?”

  All I can do is pant heavily and watch him.

  ”I bet your pussy will feel amazing when you let me fuck you for the first time,” he says salaciously yet seriously. “Tell me that I can fuck you, Ava, or did your parents teach you that you shouldn’t mess with guys like me and save yourself for the guy you’ll marry someday?”

  I feel one finger, then another, slide inside me. “Maybe you should save yourself from someone like me because I’ll only tarnish you and break your heart.”

  “Don’t say things like that.” I reach down and run my fingers through his wet hair. I don’t need saving Ava. His words haunt me. I stare into his green depths, observing something dark swarming in them. Secrets maybe. Or he’s just lost and broken from a lack of love.

  “But it’s the truth,” he says to me before lowering his head and clamping his lips down on my clit, sucking it tenderly while his fingers work me to a frenzy until I finally come.

  Chapter 10

  Ava

  The bell chimes above the door as soon as Hunter and I enter Sweet & Scrumptious, a local bakery. They make the best cupcakes, homemade ice cream, and dipped waffle cones with sprinkles, rainbow cereal, and candy-coated icing in the entire state.

  “Just what the doctor ordered,” Hunter croons dreamily while tugging me towards the line.

  I inhale a deep breath, hoping that the sugary aromas floating in the air will help me wake up. To say the least, my sleep was interrupted by Hunter’s constant ringtone. After letting each persistent call go straight to voicemail, I eventually unraveled myself from Bryce’s warm body to answer it.

  “What?” I answer groggily.

  “Good morning to you, too, sunshine. I’m glad to see that you’re still alive, considering that you decided to ditch school yesterday and failed to tell me. What the fuck, Ava?” Hunter sounds truly upset.

  “Hunter.” I sit up in bed and push the curls from my face. “I’m so sorry.” I lower my voice then look over my shoulder to see Bryce still asleep. “I had some virus that’s going around. I spent half my day in the bathroom.” The lie slips easily from my mouth.

  “Ewww, spare me the details, sweetie,” he giggles. “How do you feel now?”

  Wonderful, amazing, and tired all at the same time. Who knew Bryce’s lethal lips could wear me out. “Better,” I yawn.

  “Well, get your ass up. I’ve been sitting in your driveway for thirty minutes. I was thinking we could go get some cupcakes and head back to my place and watch movies all fuckin’ day. I have the house to myself so, if you want, you can spend the night.”

  The bed shifts behind me. Next, I feel Bryce’s lips press against my back, lingering for a while. He climbs out bed, and I watch his magnificent, naked body stroll into my bathroom.

  “Hello!” Hunter screams. “Did you hear me?”

  “Uh, yes.” I hear the toilet flush then seconds pass before the shower turns on. Bryce appears in the doorway of my bathroom, his body perfectly sculpted and a glorious hard-on between his legs, mouthing for me to join him. I clear my throat. “Hunter, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be down.”

  “Alright, bitch. Don’t be all day!”

  Now, here I am, looking into the glass display case filled with yummy deliciousness with Hunter when I could be home catching up on some z’s.

  “Carrot, red velvet, strawberry shortcake, birthday confetti, cookies & cream...” Hunter rambles off some of the flavors. “So damn many to choose from. Oh, wow, they finally brought back our favorite flavor, Midnight Moon!”

  The chocolatey cake with white chocolate icing got me through many irritable days when I was PMSing.

  “Oooooh,” Hunter says giddily, “it looks like they’re having their buy eight, get two free special!” He grips my shoulders and shakes me like a rag doll.

  “Hunter!” I laugh groggily.

  “Sorry. You know how I love my sweets.”

  “Tell me about it. Out of the ten that you’re buying, I’ll probably only get two?” I hold up two fingers.

  “Girl, please. I have a figure to maintain. Especially with prom just around the corner. I was thinking five and five.”

  I laugh out again. “Like that’s any better.”

  “It’s not like I’m going to eat them all today,” he says nonchalantly.

  ”Yeah, right!”

  We both laugh out loud and catch the
attention of some of the other customers. Hunter wraps a long, lanky arm around my shoulder and pulls me into a side hug then whispers, “I’m going to use the little girls’ room. Here’s my debit card in case I’m not back by the time you make it to the counter. I trust you know all the flavors I like.”

  I reach up and pinch his cheek. “You know I do,” I return playfully.

  “You’re the best.” He ruffles my curly mane then steps out of line.

  The bell chimes above the door, yet again, just as I’m taking out my phone. This place stays busy. I text my mom back to see how my abuela is doing then I respond to my dad’s good morning text. My phone vibrates, and my mom’s response appears as a notification. I tap on it, freezing when I hear Bryce’s husky voice close behind me. When I left him at my house this afternoon, I told him where he could find the extra key, just in case he needed to get back in. He told me he should be fine and that he would walk to Paul’s house that was a street over from mine. He then kissed me goodbye and exited out my back door that lead to the pool area.

  “What are you thinking about getting?” My body hums from the sound of his voice.

  “I bet everything in this store doesn’t taste as sweet as you,” he whispers against my ear, throwing my equilibrium off balance. His masculine hands brace my hips to steady me.

  I step forward on shaky legs, bringing him along with me. He steps around so that he can face me, and when I look up at him, I am speechless at the sight of his new haircut. His strands were kept longer on top, and the rest was trimmed close to his scalp.

  “Too much?” He runs a hand through his hair.

  “I love it,” I say in awe.

  His head drops, and I swear I see him blushing.

  “Here’s the best part.” He turns around and near his hairline are three small crosses etched in his hair. I reach up and trail my finger around one of them. He turns back around, and I’m tongue-tied. My heart hammers in my chest when he fingers my cross pendant.