by Hughes, Maya
Swallowing her moan, I pumped into her pussy. She clamped down around me, the flutter inside her mimicking the dance of our tongues. We slid along the molded plastic seats, our bodies threatening to combust in the summer evening heat.
Picking up more sugar on her lips, I shifted, trying to give my growing erection a little room. Our car dipped on one side, and Avery’s eyes popped open.
The car started and stopped with a jerk. We swayed side to side in a bigger arc at the sudden stop. I peered over the edge down at the crowds below, keeping up a slow and steady pace with my hand.
“He’s turning everyone away. I think it’s broken down.” My smile rivaled the Cheshire Cat’s.
“What?!” She tried to move, but I kept my arm around her, scissoring my fingers. Her head rolled back against my shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I can find a way to distract you.” I tilted her forward, our eyes locked together.
Her low moan filled the night air. My cock strained in my jeans, bordering on excruciating, but the torture was something I’d have happily endured for the rest of my life.
Her gaze darted away and she broke our connection, panting and licking her lips.
I continued my exploration. Once, I’d known her body as well as my own. Every inch had been covered by my hands and lips, a map I’d traveled often, discovering every secret pleasure hidden underneath. I couldn’t wait to get reacquainted.
A playful grin on her lips, she lolled her head to the side. I could have watched her all night, would watch her until I couldn’t keep my eyes open a second longer.
“She’s watching us.” Her words made my eyes widen, and my head whipped around. The laughter in her voice had me following her gaze.
Releasing her with one arm, I grabbed the stuffed animal and turned her away.
“Aww why’d you do that? It was kind of hot.”
“I didn’t know you liked to have an audience.” I nipped her earlobe, turning her laugh into a yelp. Using my thumb, I spread her wetness over her clit, softly teasing her as the sea air breezed over us.
“Only inanimate ones.” Each word came out choppy. Her lips were swollen, full, and pink from my kisses, just the way I liked them.
Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, barely circling it as I pumped into her. It was like she needed something to hold on to, to anchor her amidst everything going on around us. Each thrust was met with a sharp cry that I swallowed down. Her hips bucked against the seat and my hand, trapped between the unforgiving pace set to drive her higher and the hard plastic.
Her grip on my wrist tightened and her other hand clawed at my shirt. The sounds of her arousal grew. She was turning to liquid, one pump at a time. I needed to be inside her soon, making up for lost time. There was so much we needed to figure out, but I only had one focus in that moment. Everything else could wait.
Her thighs clamped down on my hand so tightly I could barely move. I quickened the pace of my thumb and spread more of her slick heat on her clit. Her muscles tightened, squeezing and shuddering as she exploded around me. The swing of the Ferris wheel car wasn’t so gentle anymore. She screamed, breaking the kiss and burying her face in my chest. Shockwaves flowed through her. I needed to follow her. When we got off that damn ride, she’d be lucky if I didn’t throw her over my shoulder and sprint back to the house.
I let her ride out her orgasm then slipped my fingers out. Sticking them into my mouth, I nearly came as I finally tasted her.
“Even better than funnel cake.”
Her eyes opened and she let out a throaty laugh.
“Let’s just hope we don’t get arrested out here.”
“If we do, I’m more than happy to post bail for you.”
“My hero.” She clasped her hands together and held them under her chin.
The Ferris wheel jerked into motion, and I held her tighter in my arms to steady her. We descended quickly, the sights and sounds of the crowd rushing toward us. Holding out my hand, I helped her climb out of the rocking car and tucked Hello Kitty under my arm.
The crowd of Kings stood in front of us with knowing looks on their faces.
“Have fun up there?” Olivia singsonged.
I threaded my fingers through Avery’s. “We did, and I think we’re going to head back to the house now. We’ll see you guys later.” I didn’t wait for a reply, joke, or any other comment. There was probably a plume of smoke behind us. We were racing toward the main course after a tempting appetizer.
“You’re lucky I have long legs.”
I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs as she climbed the steps to the house, and she jumped and swatted them away.
“I know, it’s one of the reasons I always lo—liked, uh, dancing with you.” Had I seriously almost spewed the L-word all over her already? We hadn’t even had a serious talk yet, still riding the high of each other. Love was not what I needed to be professing right then, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to worship at the altar of her sex until we both forgot our own names. It would help delay the inevitable for a little bit longer, keep reality at bay.
Shoving the stuffed cat onto the couch, I spun us around the living room. My forehead pressed against hers, and I captured her lips. We kicked off our shoes and she tugged my shirt up over my head.
Inside the bedroom, she turned her back to me. “I need your help with the zipper.” She reached up behind her back.
“You don’t have a zipper.”
“Oh yeah, I guess you’ll just have to help me out of this dress then.”
“I’m more than happy to help.”
I yanked down the sleeves of her dress, using the wide neck to give me all the access I needed.
19
Avery
His lips ran a scalding hot path along my neck and shoulders as he wrenched the low sleeves of my dress down. My arms trapped at my sides, I savored his body pressed against mine. Every inch he exposed was painted by his touch. His palm caressed my skin, setting it aflame in the cool AC.
Goosebumps broke out all over my body, and I shuddered when the boat neck of my dress dropped lower. My nipples were freed and hardened, bared to his touch. With a flick of his wrist, the flowing fabric pooled at my feet. My hands braced against the windowsill, and I parted my legs as he bent lower. A shudder racked my body and the ache between my legs grew. I’d forgotten how the fire he sparked in me had never gone out. Even covered by so many other things, it was always there simmering. That simmer had grown and threatened to consume me as his kisses peppered the curve of my ass.
“There isn’t a part of you I haven’t missed, Ave.” He ran his palm over my cheeks, giving me a small smack and squeeze. His fingers sank into my flesh. On his knees, he spun me, exposing me to him. The evidence of my excitement coated my inner thighs.
Reaching behind me, I dug my nails into the painted windowsill. He sat on his haunches, eyeing me like a man starved. My pussy throbbed in time to my heartbeat. I was drunk on the hunger and passion in his eyes, my head swimming with the delicious promise in them.
His palm pressed against my stomach, fingers spreading out and spanning my waist. Could he feel the swarm of butterflies threatening to carry me away? Lifting my leg, he settled it over his shoulder, opening me up. The cool air whisked across the wetness coating my flesh, and I broke out in goosebumps once again.
Exposed and on display, I watched him watch me. The sharp focus of his eyes had my clit crying out for attention.
“I’m glad you’re just as ready for this as I am.” His hot breath fanned across my clit. My stomach clenched and I moaned. He was so close.
“Please, Em, don’t tease me any more.” I sank my fingers into his hair and raked them across his scalp.
He growled and his mouth latched onto my clit. Tongue and teeth worked in perfect unison to bring me pleasure tipped with the slightest hint of pain, enough to enrapture me and keep me from floating away. My knees gave out and his hand pressed me harder into the window. The cool glass clashe
d with my heated flesh through the gauzy curtains. His mouth painted my pussy, leaving every inch of me flowing with an electricity so good I barely hung on.
“You taste as good as I remember—even better, maybe.” The insistent nudge of his nose against my clit had me teetering on the edge.
His grip on my thighs eased and he shifted. Two of his fingers thrust inside me. I screamed. Fully supported by him, my legs clamping together around his head. My back arched and my hips bucked off my makeshift seat. If anyone else was home, I didn’t care. My entire universe centered around Emmett’s tongue and fingers. They pumped into me with such ferocity, I lifted off the ground, pressed harder against the window.
With one more hard suck, I opened my mouth in a silent scream. My clit was the button he worked in perfect time, like picking up an instrument you hadn’t played in years but could still play masterfully. He certainly wasn’t rusty. Pleasure coursed through me so hard and fast, I collapsed before I could even find my voice. With my body slumped over his shoulder, Emmett stood, carrying me to the bed.
I licked my lips, trying to form words. The jingle of his belt coming loose sent a shiver down my spine as my eyes fluttered open. I watched him rip his clothes off, each piece revealing another hard plane of muscle and skin. Climbing onto the bed, he ran his hands along my body until he settled on top of me.
Letting my thighs fall apart, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His trim hips settled between mine and his hard length rubbed against my pussy. The fireworks had barely stopped going off in my head, but I was only getting an intermission. The finale was still to come.
“Emmett.” I ran my lips along his jaw, the stubble scraping against my skin. Tears formed in my eyes. I’d thought this was dead, thought the distance I’d created between us was insurmountable. I’d tried to make it that way, perfectly constructed to keep me safe and protect those I loved—with one exception. He’d been my sacrifice for us both.
“I know.” He rested his forehead against mine. Sliding his hands under my shoulders, he lifted me and rolled us over.
I was on top of him, straddling his hips. Shifting in the bed, he sat up against the headboard. Only then did he let me out of his arms.
“I missed you, Ave.” His voice was husky with emotion.
“I missed you too, Em.” My voice cracked. My tears clouded my vision, but I didn’t let them fall. It wasn’t the time for them.
His hands wrapped around either side of my waist, not moving me, just holding me. Rocking my hips, I slid myself along his length, and a shudder ran through his body. Glancing between us, I saw a pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his head. I reached between us and spread it over his tip. My hand pumping his length, I lifted up and put him at my entrance.
“You always liked to tease.” The deep timbre of his voice made me swoon.
“I never teased. You were always just too impatient.” I leaned forward.
“How am I supposed to be patient when you’re the prize at the finish line?” His fingers sank deeper into my waist.
He was reaching his limit, and so was I. With one hand braced on his chest, I slowly lowered myself onto him. The slow pace was torture for both of us, but I wanted it to last. Slowly he spread me open, filling me up and hitting all the marks along the way that had sweat beading on my forehead.
My ass finally met with his hips, and I basked in our connection. With a sharp jerk, Emmett ended the leisurely pace and kicked it into an Olympic sprint. Using his hands on my hips to control the pace, he thrust up into me, grinding against my ass and shooting sparks of bliss throughout my body.
I choked on every attempt to say anything other than “Yes,” “Emmett,” and “More,” but those seemed to be the only words we needed. Each slam down fully seated on his cock made my back bow and my toes curl.
Lifting me nearly completely off him, he then thrust up as I came back down. I clawed at his chest. Babbled nonsense flew out of my mouth as my orgasm hit me hard, rendering me deaf for a few seconds.
I collapsed against his chest, where the pounding of his heart mirrored my own. Each tender pass of his hand across my back sent another shivery shock through me. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to each other’s slowing heartbeats.
His fingers toyed with the ends of my hair, everything so familiar and so new all at once. The past and present were colliding into a new vision, and it scared the crap out of me.
“What are you thinking about?” The backs of his fingers ran along my cheek.
I glanced up at him. Swallowing against the tightness in my throat, I opened my mouth and closed it again. A new way forward… “Us.”
His bright smile smoothed out the bubbling nerves in my stomach. “What about us?”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “What we’re doing.”
“What do you think we’re doing?”
“I…I don’t know.” There was still so much I hadn’t told him. How did I bring up what his parents had done? The money? My dad? A pit sank deeper into my stomach, the kind you tried to avoid, but plunging into the depths of it was inevitable. How would he feel if he knew all the reasons we could have never been together back then?
And what now? I’d seen the women he’d been seen with. Jeans and a t-shirt were how I felt most comfortable. I was barely able to throw something together for Alyson’s graduation. I’d attract attention with my too-casual fashion choices, and the press would go digging into my family. What would happen if they shined a spotlight on Dad or Alyson? What would they say? How would he handle that? Bringing all the baggage and problems I had to deal with to them didn’t seem fair.
“I think we’re getting back to where we should be…who we should be.” The sureness in his voice brought tears to my eyes. I buried myself in his side until his breathing evened out.
My phone buzzed, slipping out of bed, I grabbed it from my bag on the floor.
Alyson: Checking In, Warden.
Me: You suck. Is it so bad wanting to make sure you’re okay?
Alyson: Just kidding. I miss you so much already.
Tears welled in my eyes.
Me: I miss you too. Christmas Break can’t come fast enough. Maybe I can come visit you for Thanksgiving.
Alyson: YEAH! That would be so awesome. Look at us, college girls together. Heading to dinner. Talk soon!!
Getting back into bed, I brushed the hair off his forehead, still wide awake. So many nights I’d lain in that same position with our legs tangled together. I squeezed my eyes shut. How did I stop things from falling apart again?
My head was buried in my knees, glass from the shattered door surrounding me on the floor. Mak’s hand landed on my shoulder.
I jumped, my skin still crawling from where Fischer had touched me. My head throbbed from the tears that soaked my shirt. Everyone was staring at me, anger burning in their eyes from the scene they’d watched unfold. I didn’t have his protection anymore, no fake smiles or jealous glances for the girl on the arm of one of the Kings of Rittenhouse. This was straight-up hatred. It’s what happens when you break a golden boy’s heart. I’d shown them what they’d all whispered about for years. I wasn’t good enough for him. I’d been bound to screw it up.
“Avery.”
My gaze shot to hers.
“Do you need a ride? Do you want me to take you home?” Her soft words broke me again, so kind and gentle.
I nodded, tears pooling in my eyes, making it hard to see.
“Avery, what the hell?” Declan stopped in front of me. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. His legs filled my view.
“Back off, Declan.” Mak’s voice was tight and angry.
“Back off? Did you see what she just did?” I winced as he jabbed an angry finger in my direction and the whispers of the crowd got even louder. “He was going to—” Declan stopped and turned away, storming toward the back of the house.
“Let’s get you out of here.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and helped me stand. I ke
pt my eyes on the ground. Glittering shards of glass were sprayed all over the entryway.
Wiping my nose with the back of my hand, I stepped over the broken pieces that had been the front door.
Mak stumbled on the front steps, and I grabbed her around the waist.
“Have you been drinking?”
“I only had two.” She shoved her keys into the driver’s side door. I put my hand over hers.
“I can drive. I haven’t had any. I’ll take you home. I can get to my place from there.”
“That’s probably a better idea.” She went around to the passenger side door. I climbed in, starting the car.
Navigating the streets with tears in my eyes, I kept my hands on the steering wheel. My heart raced. What did I do? I needed to find Emmett and explain. I’d thought for a minute I could do it, could do what his parents wanted me to do to protect my dad and my sister, but I couldn’t. The way he’d looked at me… The tears spilled over again. He’d looked at me with so much hate and anger my knees had nearly given out, and the pain in his eyes had cracked my chest wide open, had made it hard to breathe.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Mak turned to me as we sat in her driveway.
“No.” My voice wavered. “No, I can’t talk about it now, maybe not ever. I don’t know. I’m going to go home and…I’m just going to go home. Night, Mak.” I wrapped my arms around her. Putting the keys in her hands, I got out of the car and ducked around the corner as quickly as I could. I didn’t need her trying to come after me.
Taking the bus home, I stared at my phone the whole way, hoping it would ring, but I knew it wouldn’t. I needed to call him. I needed to explain it wasn’t what he thought it was. The pain deep inside knowing he could think I’d ever cheat didn’t compare to what I felt without him.
My whole body was numb as I walked down the street to my house. I was swimming on dry land, dragging myself up the steps to my door. The overgrown weeds threatened to completely cover the walkway, and I knew this was who I was. This was my real life.