F*ck Perfect (MindF*ck Book 2)

by Danyell Wallace

  Bryce reaches for me and pulls me against his body. My heart dances around nervously. “Bryce, you do realize my dad is close to catching us? I need to find a way to sneak you out of here.”

  “Do I have to leave?” he asks as he sucks on the side of my neck.

  “Bryce, I’m serious,” I moan then pull away.

  He stares down at me, fingering one of my curls. “I parked at the park and walked.”

  I hear footsteps closing in on us.

  “Can I take you out tomorrow after school?” he whispers in my ear.

  Before I can respond, the shrilling sound of my mom’s ringtone blares outside of the laundry room. I hold my breath then slowly release it when my dad answers the call, and the sound of his voice and footsteps disappear in another direction.

  I unwrap Bryce’s arms from around me then I peck his lips. “I can’t tomorrow.” I smooth my hands down his chest.

  “Why not?” he asks.

  “Because I’m going to the mall with Hunter to find my graduation dress.”

  “Cancel your plans and hang out with me. You can wear this dress.”

  He attempts to lift my dress back up, but I swat at his hands. “He’s been looking forward to the two of us going out. I can’t break our plans. Now, let me go before my dad finds us in here.”

  “How about this weekend?”

  “I can’t. My parents are having a dinner party, and I have to be there, but—“

  I look his way. “Oh no!” Bryce tries to retreat then.

  “Why not? Please come. Pleeeaase!” I wrap my arms around his neck and litter his face with kisses. “We don’t have to stay long. We’ll leave from there and go wherever you want to take me.”

  “Fine,” he concedes, and I reward him with a long, passionate kiss before stepping away from him and making my way to the door. “Remember, if I’m not back in twenty minutes—”

  “Leave through the kitchen door,” he finishes.

  “And make sure to turn the bottom lock on the door,” I add.

  He responds by winking at me.

  I open the door and step out into the hallway. I close the door, placing my palm against my forehead before closing my eyes. Jesus, what am I doing?

  Chapter 18

  Bryce

  I wipe my palms on the thighs of my khaki shorts for the hundredth time while juggling a bouquet of assorted flowers for Ava in the other. First date jitters, I guess, considering I’ve never been on one before. I raise my hand to ring the doorbell again, but it swings open before I have the chance to.

  I swallow my tongue when I come face to face with Ava’s dad. He’s so much bigger up close. We’ve met on several occasions when Ava and I were just friends, but now that she’s my girlfriend, and let’s not forget that we’re fuckin’...

  “Bryce!” The boisterous sound of his voice vibrates throughout my limbs.

  “Hey, Mr. Walker.” He steps aside and lets me inside of the home that he’s made as a haven for his daughter. Unfortunately, it didn’t keep the big, bad wolf out. “Ava said she invited you over, and where’s Morgan?” He looks behind me as if my sister is going to walk through the door behind. I feel the blood draining from my face. “I uh…”

  “I’m just messing with you, son.” For some reason, the word ‘‘son’’ warms my extremities. “Ava told me you were taking her out tonight. So, where exactly are you taking my angel?”

  I part my lips to respond, but my attention is diverted by the sight of Ava coming down the stairs dressed in a multicolored two-piece skirt set that shows off her warm brown skin. Her cleavage presses against the bodice of the halter top she’s wearing, and her skirt stops several inches below her knees then flows out around her.

  My line of sight is immediately interrupted when Mr. Walker’s broad figure overtakes the view. The look on his face is no longer one of welcome but of What the hell do you and my daughter have going on?’

  “Bryce, is my dad giving you a hard time?” Ava comes to stand beside me. Her fingers interlock with mine, and her dad’s eyes deadpan on them. I try pulling away, but her grip tightens. “I’m going to show Bryce around and introduce him to some of the other guests.”

  And just like that, I’m whisked away to mingle with, first, her mom, who was happy to see me. She asked how I’ve been doing and what my plans with her daughter were tonight, but I dodged that bullet when another guest wanted to talk to Mrs. Walker about putting their house on the market. She was the top-selling realtor in the area. Sometime during the conversation with her mom, Ava leaves my side. I look around and see her talking with an older lady. Our eyes connect before I walk through the kitchen, past the laundry room, and into the bathroom.

  I look into the mirror and curse when I see a salsa stain on Clay’s olive-green shirt that he lent me for tonight. I take a washcloth off the shelf, run it under cool water, and then rub it over the stain. A quiet knock on the door has me looking up into the mirror again to see Ava walking in, then closing and locking the door behind her.

  “I’m sure your dad just witnessed you coming in here, considering he’s been watching us like a hawk tonight.” I continue to dab away at the stain to avert my frustration.

  “No.” She takes the washcloth out my hands and rubs it over my stain. “He’s outside flipping the meat on the grill. Why are you being so snappy with me?”

  I exhale a needed breath. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to mess this up.”

  Ava tosses the washcloth into the sink then grabs my face. “You won’t. Just relax.”

  Her smile is infectious, but it’s not calming the nerves tackling each other in my body.

  “You know what?” She grabs my hand, “I know just the thing that will calm you down.” She opens the door, not giving a damn that all eyes are on us as we walk out together. I follow behind her, smiling and speaking when spoken to, as we weave ourselves through the kitchen. She opens a drawer and pulls out a lighter. We dodge past her parents without being seen and dart up the stairs and into her room. She shuts the door and locks it then tugs me toward her window seat. “Sit,” she orders. I do as I’m told and watch her unlatch and open her windows, bringing in the outside chatter around the pool and the sounds of smooth jazz playing from her dad’s sound system.

  Ava walks over to her dresser, opens her jewelry box, and pulls out a blunt. “I found this on the floor in the laundry room. It must’ve fallen out of your pocket when we got carried away in there.” She smiles mischievously and saunters my way. Next, she hikes her skirt up and straddles my lap. “Light it up.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Very.” She hands me the blunt and lighter then watches me with curiosity as I light it up and place it between my lips. I inhale then release the smoke out the open window. “Better?” She shoots forward on my lap, and I nod. “Can I try?” she asks.

  I hold it out to her, and she takes it.

  “Inhale slowly and slowly release it,” I instruct. I don’t know why, but the sight of her placing the joint between her lips makes my dick hard. Ava inhales, coughing a little, but puffs away as if she’s done it many times before. When she inhales once more, she leans into me and gives me a smoke-filled kiss. She pulls away, giggling when she sees the smoke she exhaled inside my mouth leaves mine.

  I take another drag. “I don’t want you or your parents thinking that this is some summer fling.”

  “Who cares what they or anyone else think.” Her lips press firmly against mine then her tongue thrusts teasingly between my lips. “All that matters is that you know that I’m yours and you’re mine, right?” She slides off my lap and drops to her knees between my spread legs, causing me to choke on the smoke.

  Ava

  I smile at the stunned, flustered expression on Bryce’s face. I undo his pants until I have his hard dick in my palm. I lick my lips. “I’ve never done this before, so if I do something wrong, let me know.”

  “Shit.” His jaws tighten. “O-okay,” he breathes out
hard.

  I wrap my hand around his warm, hard length then rub my thumb over a thin vein that runs from the underside of his dick, causing a sharp hiss to escape Bryce’s lips. I glance up to find his face beet red.

  “Suck a dick the way you would want yours sucked if you had one.” Hunter’s words echo in my head from one of the many sleepovers we would have where he, Kennedy, and I would talk about any and everything.

  Here goes nothing. I keep my eyes on Bryce’s then lean forward and swipe my tongue over the mushroom tip, tasting the clear liquid seeping out. Salty.

  “Fuck, Ava, that feels so good,” he exhales in relief. “Do it again.”

  This time, I swirl my tongue, round and round, over the small slit of his head before I wrap my lips around him, sucking ever so gently.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants quietly while pumping his hips upward, filling my mouth with each thrust.

  I brace my hands on his thighs and continue to suck until he’s nearly hitting the back of my throat. I’ve heard girls from school talk about blow jobs like it was nothing to it, and, of course, I thought it was one of the most disgusting things ever. But now… Mmm. I didn’t mind returning the favor to Bryce who went down on me without hesitation.

  “Ava,” Bryce hisses. His hand tightens around the curls at my nape. My hands travel up his thighs to his abs that flex every time he thrusts into my mouth or moans in pleasure. The look of awe on his face only makes me want to please him even more. His lips part and his eyes become hooded. “Baby, if you don’t want me to spill inside your mouth, you need to stop now.”

  More of Hunter’s words of wisdom swarm around in my head. I swallow sometimes. It depends on the guy. It’s not the best tasting stuff, though.

  I relax my gag reflex and suck him further inside my mouth.

  “Ahhh, shit. Ava, it’s coming.”

  I suck harder.

  Bryce tightens his grip on my hair. “Ava, did you hear me? Aww shit!” he whisper-shouts.

  I moan, increasing the suctioning speed of my mouth.

  “Damn, Ava. I said it’s coming, baby!” He tries warning me again before spurts of his cum fill my mouth. His hips thrust rapidly, gripping my head in place, while he fucks the back of my mouth, continuously filling it with his release, and I swallow every, single drop.

  Chapter 19

  Bryce

  She fuckin’ swallowed!

  I stare down at Ava in amazement, her mouth still full of my cock. Damn! I close my eyes then open them again, trying to refocus my vision. She finally releases me and the cool air dries her saliva left on my dick.

  Her lips press against my lower abdomen, and my dick twitches. I run my shaky thumb over her full, pillow-soft lips then down her chin and neck, finally stopping at the space between her breasts. “That was fuckin’ amazing.”

  I want to ask her so badly where she learned to suck dick like that, but I don’t because right now, I don’t want to imagine another guy’s dick in her mouth or anywhere else on her body except me. She stands and places my dick back inside my pants. I remain slouched against the pillows of the window seat, eyes heavy-lidded, and I’m weak as fuck. Her lips touch mine, followed by our tongues tangling.

  Her locked doorknob jiggles.

  Ava pulls her lips slowly away from mine, and we just stare at each other as the jiggling doorknob brings us out of our trance.

  “Who is it?” Ava finally responds.

  “I’m sorry, I just need to use the bathroom,” the male voice responds on the other side.

  Ava rolls her eyes. “The guest bathroom is downstairs!” she yells.

  “Sorry,” the voice mumbles followed by the sound of hurried footsteps moving away from her door.

  I watch her finger-comb her hair into place. “Is my lipstick smudged?” she asks. My eyes rake over her face, and fuck, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful. The reality of ever losing her makes my heart crack then break into a bloody heap.

  I swipe my finger under her bottom lip and wipe away the fuchsia color off her skin. “Not anymore.”

  She smiles then asks, “Ready?” as she winds her arms around me.

  “For what?”

  She laughs. “Did all the blood drain from your head down to your dick?”

  I laugh out loud.

  “Our date, silly,” she reminds me.

  I kiss her chin. “Yes, I’m ready.”

  I get out of my car and walk around to the passenger side and open the door for Ava. She steps out, and her face lights up at the glowing, colorful bulbs coming from the county fair rides. She grabs my hand and jumps giddily up and down.

  “I’m getting on every, single ride. Even the kiddy ones.” She giggles up at me. And God, every time she giggles, smiles, looks at me or touches me in any way, my body responds in ways that I’ve never experienced before. It somewhat scares the hell out of me because I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Love? Is this what Clay has been griping about? If so, then I don’t want it to stop.

  “Hey, you.” Ava trails a finger over the worry line of my forehead. “We’re here to have fun. Let’s leave the drama here in this parking lot. Agreed?”

  “Agreed,” I respond then pull her flush against me and kiss her forehead.

  After we buy our wristbands, we get on the Ferris wheel, bumper cars, a kiddy, dragon roller coaster ride. Next, we get some cotton candy. Ava eats the majority of it, feeding me baby pieces. We stop at a booth lined with stuffed animals of all sorts of shapes and sizes. To win a stuffed animal, you have to knock down the bowling ball pins with a baseball.

  “Hey, hey come on over and win your girlfriend a prize,” the fair attendant calls out and waves me over. “Come on up. You look like you can knock all of ’em over.” The older man continues to persuade me.

  “Come on, Bryce.” Ava’s hand touches my stomach then trails down to rest on the waistline of my khaki cargo shorts. “It’ll give me something to cuddle with when you’re not with me.” She bats her lashes up at me.

  Fuck! “Which one do you want?” I ask, but I already know which one. The giraffe.

  “The pink giraffe.” She smiles up at me.

  Ten dollars later, we walk away from the booth with her pink giraffe hugged in her arms. “I promise to sleep with it every night.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that.” I wrap my arm around her and kiss the top of her head. “Are you having fun?”

  “I am. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the county fair. Thank you for bringing me.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  We stop in the middle of a moving crowd and start kissing. I groan when Ava is the first to pull away.

  “Do you think you can hold little Bryce for me?” she laughs while placing my namesake in my arms. “I have to use the bathroom before we go.” She begins walking backward, away from me.

  “So, you’re gonna leave me standing her holding your pink stuffed animal?”

  “You look cute holding it.” She winks then turns and walks to a set of porta-potties.

  I look around for a place to sit, opting for a small table located outside a mobile hotdog and hamburger stand.

  “Bryce?”

  I stop walking, and my joints stiffen from the sound of the familiar voice. I stare ahead at the owner of the voice: Staci, my worst nightmare. To everyone else at my former school, she’s known as Mrs. Vinson the anatomy teacher.

  “I thought that was you.” She takes several steps my way and wraps her arms around my neck. I don’t return the embrace. “How’ve you been?” Her lips brush against my ear, and I immediately unwrap her arms from around my neck and take a step back.

  Her blueberry colored irises smile up at me. I can’t believe that I used to get lost in them when I should’ve been paying attention in class. She hasn’t changed much, but her brunette hair isn’t chin-length like I remember it. Now, her tresses lay on the tops of her shoulders, bringing out the blue of her eyes, those high cheekbones, and those sensuous lips
that used to say and do the dirtiest things even more. The devil in disguise.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I avert my eyes to the porta-potty I saw Ava disappear inside of moments ago.

  “Who is she?” Staci asks curiously.

  I clench my teeth and pop my knuckles.

  “Is she the reason why you haven’t responded to my texts?”

  “She’s none of your business.” My body begins to shake with rage, and I feel like I’m going to explode in the worst kind of way.

  “Calm down, Bryce, I’m not trying to upset you.” She looks around before stepping forward. “I just want to talk and—“

  She pauses and focuses all her attention behind me.

  I turn around and see Ava walking my way. The sight of her makes the rage inside of me slowly simmer away. When she’s close enough, I pull her to me and kiss her like my whole being depended on her to keep me alive and well.

  Staci clears her throat, disrupting my momentary bliss.

  “So, this must be the lucky one occupying your time,” Staci says, her voice eerily calm.

  Ava slowly turns around and comes face to face with the one person I wished I’d never met.

  “Hey, I’m Mrs. Vinson.” Staci extends her hand.

  “Hi.” Ava sounds uncertain but accepts the handshake anyway.

  I massage Ava’s shoulders and kiss the back of her head.

  “Do I know you?” Ava relaxes against me.

  “No, I don’t believe we’ve ever met,” Staci answers.

  Ava nods. “No disrespect but how do you know Bryce?”

  She’s no one! I want to shout so fuckin’ bad.

  “I use to be Bryce’s teacher.”

  “You use to teach Bryce?” Ava looks from Staci to me. I know what she’s thinking. She looks like she could be our age.

  “Yes.” Staci tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I taught anatomy at Colbert County, but I no longer teach. I’m putting my anatomy knowledge to good use and am in nursing school.”