She frowns, nodding slowly. “For the love of God, please.”
“You’re right. I was testing you.”
“I knew it.” Her eyes narrow and she crosses her arms. “Did I fail?”
“No, you passed with flying fucking colors.” I contemplate her, drinking in her beauty and her anger and everything that makes her the Ava I love so damn much. I’ve got nothing to lose, so I’m shooting my shot. “Come home with me.”
My heart stops. If she so much as hesitates—
“Yes,” she says, without any hesitation whatsoever. “Let’s go.”
I take her hand, lacing my fingers with hers, and we exit through the front door. Race down the walkway and hit the sidewalk that lines the street, our steps brisk. We don’t look at each other. She doesn’t say a word, and neither do I, because I’m fucking overcome right now. She said yes.
She’s leaving with me.
It feels like it takes ten years to get to my car, especially since we’re still not talking, both of us too intent on arriving at our destination. I unlock the doors with my key fob, opening the passenger door for her like a fucking gentleman. She climbs in, without a word, and I shut the door, afraid to look at her face. Worried I’ll see disgust or regret written all over it.
I don’t think I could take that.
Rounding the front of the vehicle like the road is on fire, I slip into the driver’s seat in seconds, breathless. I can feel her eyes on me as I lean toward the dash to start the car, and that’s when she comes at me.
Next thing I know she’s straddling my lap and I’m scrambling, reaching for the side of my chair to push the seat back, her lips crashing on mine, her hands cupping my face, keeping me still as she basically devours my mouth. I let her take complete control, my hands slowly going to her waist and pinning her in place, afraid she might run.
I don’t think I could take it if she ran. Or told me to stop.
She throws herself into the kiss, her lips insistent, her tongue wrapping around mine. She grinds that fine little body of hers against me, and I can feel the heat of her pussy pressing against my dick, even through her jeans and mine. In seconds, I’m hard as a rock and dying to get inside her, but I can’t push. I can’t rush.
I want to savor her. I want it all.
“You are so infuriating,” she whispers against my lips right before she nips at them. “Seriously, Eli. Why are you like this?”
“It’s my natural charm.” I can’t help but joke, even during such a serious moment. More than serious.
This moment could be life-changing.
Her fingers slip beneath my sweatshirt and graze my stomach, the lightest touch setting me on fire. “Baby, slow down,” I tell her when those hands slip lower, her fingers playing with the button on the front of my jeans.
“No,” she whispers as she undoes the button, then gently pulls down the zipper. Fuck, her fingers are so close to my dick, I’m afraid I’ll come if she so much as barely touches me. “Do you want to do—this in the car?”
“Do what? Fuck?” I toss the harsh word out on purpose to gauge her reaction.
Will she be offended? Old Ava wasn’t fazed by my filthy mouth whatsoever, though I never brought it to its full potential when we were naked.
Major regret.
Her eyes flare with heat and she brushes her mouth lightly against mine, her lips tickling me when she speaks. “Is that what you want to do? Fuck me in your car, Eli?”
Both of my hands are on her ass as I pull her in close, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. “What do you think?”
She reaches inside my jeans, her fingers brushing against my dick. “I think you should quit talking and start fucking, if you want this to happen.”
What the hell?
Realizing she means business, I stop talking and get down to it, just like she said. She helps me along, shoving my jeans down before she slips her hand into the front of my boxer briefs. Her fingers curl around my erect cock and she gives it a squeeze, nearly making my eyes cross.
I kiss her, fumbling with her jeans until I’ve got them shoved down far enough that it becomes incredibly awkward. She removes her hand from my boxers and takes care of them, discarding the jeans onto the floorboard of my car before she thrusts her face in mine once more. “Maybe we should take this to the back seat.”
“It’ll be uncomfortable,” I warn her.
“For you. I’ll be fine.” She smiles. “Fuck me in the car or let me go forever, Bennett.”
Damn, this girl. What is she saying? Let her go forever?
Fat-fucking chance of that ever happening.
“I’ll make it work.” I drop little kisses along her slender neck, her skin breaking out in tiny goosebumps. “I’d do just about anything to get inside you.”
She rises up, resting her hands on my chest, sitting right on top of my dick. Her hair is mussed and her eyes are heavy as she watches me, licking her upper lip. I watch her, completely entranced.
I’ve missed her so damn bad. More than I even wanted to admit to myself.
“Anything?” She raises her brows as she slides her hands under my hoodie once more, trailing her fingers along my stomach. “Would you get naked for me in the front seat of your car?”
I glance out the window, my heart racing. No one’s around at the moment. “Take it off,” I tell her, as I meet her gaze once more, waving at my sweatshirt.
She pushes the fabric up, revealing my abs. My chest. I lift my arms, and she tugs the hoodie up and over my head, taking my T-shirt along with it before she tosses both items toward the back seat, landing God knows where. Her gaze roves across my shoulders and chest, lingering on my abs. “You look more muscular.”
“I work out a lot more,” I tell her, distracted by the feel of her pussy pressed against my dick. Her panties are thin. Black. My fingers itch to slip inside and test her. See how wet she is.
I bet she’s fucking soaked.
“This is probably a mistake,” she murmurs, just before she leans over me, her mouth finding mine. She sucks on my lower lip, my dick growing harder with every pull of her mouth, I swear to God. “I shouldn’t fuck you. My friends say you don’t deserve me.”
The mistake remark hurts, more than I want to admit, even to myself, but I say nothing. Just bury my hands in her hair and pull her mouth closer to mine.
“But I’ve missed your hands on me, Eli,” she continues, a hiss leaving her when I remove my hands from her hair and grip her heart-shaped ass. “Oh God, I could probably come like this.”
I shift her back and forth across my cock, creating friction. She moves her hips, pressing downward as a gasp escapes her. Her thighs squeeze and I lift up at the same time I pull her downward.
We’re basically dry humping in the driver’s seat of my car. Someone could catch us at any second. I look out the window once more, realizing just how on display Ava is while I’m lying back in the seat and no one can really see me.
“Let’s take this back here,” I mutter, indicating to the back seat with my head.
She shakes her head, her hips still rolling. “Not—” her breathing hitches, “—yet.”
Oh fuck. She’s getting off on me. Like, actually getting off. I rest my hands on her hips and help her move, watching as she leans her head back, exposing her throat, her hands braced on my chest.
So hot.
“I’m—oh God.” A jolt seems to run straight through her and her body shakes, an agonized moan falling from her lips. I hold her tight against my erection, surprised she came so fast.
Can’t help but be a little impressed.
Ava lifts her head and opens her eyes, smiling lazily down at me. “I just came.”
“I know.”
“It wasn’t a very big one.” A shiver steals over her. “But it was good.”
“I can make you come harder,” I say, my voice laced with promise.
She continues to move, her hips slowly rolling back and forth. “Really?�
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“You doubt my abilities? I’ve given you multiple orgasms over the years,” I remind her. “But we need to get in the back seat. Anyone could see you, babe.”
“No one’s paying attention to me.” She leans in and brushes a kiss against my lips. “Except for you.”
The kiss turns filthy in an instant. Sloppy. Our tongues tangle, my fingers slipping beneath her panties, so I can touch her bare ass. She groans into my mouth and I break away from her first, my breathing ragged. “Back seat,” I demand.
She climbs off of me and practically throws herself back there. I follow after her, my intent clear as I grab her by the waist and roll her over so she’s facing me. Her eyes are huge as she stares up at me, her breathing rapid, her cheeks flushed from the earlier orgasm. “I like how bossy you are.”
“Really?” I lift a brow.
Ava nods and reaches out, her fingers curling around the open flap of my jeans, her knuckles brushing against my dick. “It’s hot.”
Hmm. Interesting.
“Take the panties off,” I tell her, my voice firm. I usually prefer taking them off for her, but it’s been a while and I’m down for changing our normal routine.
Her eyes flare with heat as she reaches for the thin waistband of her panties and slowly pulls them down, lifting her butt, tugging the thin black fabric down her thighs. Over her knees. Falling down her calves until they stop at her feet. She already took her shoes off earlier, and she slips off her socks, then starts to kick off her panties. I reach for them at the last second, pulling them off and bringing them to my nose.
Like a sick fuck, I inhale, her familiar scent hitting my senses like a punch to the gut. She smiles, shaking her head.
“Eli,” she says softly.
“Ava,” I return, hovering above her, discarding the panties. She’s still got her sweater on but nothing else. And the sweater is so long I can’t really see anything, but I can smell her. I tug on the hem, suddenly impatient. “Take this off.”
Sixteen
Ava
He’s different. Moodier. The demanding thing is new and super-hot. Everything about him is hot tonight. From the gleam in his hazel eyes that are greener than usual, to the determined set of his jaw. His mouth that can say the worst things but then kiss me so softly, I almost want to cry.
“Ava.” His deep voice is full of command. “Take it off.”
I sit up, my body brushing his, his breathing becoming deeper as I reach for the hem of my sweater and pull it up, then over my head, tossing it aside. Next, I reach behind me, my eyes never leaving his as I undo the snap of my bra and rid myself of it. Until I’m sitting completely naked in the back seat of his fancy car, breathless with anticipation over what he might do to me next.
Of course Eli doesn’t disappoint. He steals a kiss, leaving me breathless as he runs his mouth down my neck. Across my chest. His tongue and lips are hot, setting my skin on fire and I run my hands down his back, marveling at the muscle I feel shift beneath my palms. When his lips find my nipple, I whimper, melting into the seat when he pulls and tugs on it, just before sucking deep.
I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed him just as much. That we’re doing it in the back of a car is so unlike us. Yeah, we did that sort of thing in high school, but we gave it up once we were out on our own.
But why? I know it’s uncomfortable and awkward, but it’s also hot and exciting and thrilling. Just like his mouth as he slides farther down, his knees hitting the floorboard as he runs his warm lips across my stomach. Lower.
Lower still.
All the air sticks in my throat when his big hands smooth over the top of my thighs before going inside and spreading them wide.
Oh shit.
And when his mouth drifts even lower, his lips finding me where I’m wet and ready, I lift my hips. Slide my hands into his hair and hold him to me.
Swear to God, he chuckles, as if he knows I might murder him if he leaves this spot.
He laps at my flesh with his tongue, searching, finding all the spots he knows will set me off. His tongue slides across my clit, setting off a fresh dose of sparks cascading through my body. I close my eyes and throw back my head, trying to get into a more comfortable position, but fuck it.
His mouth works me over. When he slips a finger inside of me, I moan. When he starts working the finger in and out of me, I may as well just give up and die, it feels so damn good.
He whips me into a frenzy in a matter of minutes. Until I’m a gasping, shaking mess, begging him to never stop. He says nothing. Just makes encouraging noises and growls against my flesh, which feels amazing. I figured since I already came, it would take a while, but nope.
I’m coming again. My limbs shaking as my brain goes completely blank and I’m lost to the sensation of his lips sucking my clit, his fingers fucking me as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
Jesus God, if I end up in heaven, at least I went with a smile on my face.
His mouth gentles as the tremors slowly subside, as if he knows it’ll be too much for me if he continues. Which he does. He knows me so well.
Better than anyone else on this earth.
“Baby,” he murmurs against my thigh, just before he drops a kiss there. “That was fucking hot.”
I can’t speak. My eyes pop open and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing. My body. But it’s as if my bones have turned to liquid and I can’t move. I can’t even remove my hand from his hair. I thread my fingers through the silky strands when he lifts his head, and I can feel his gaze on me.
Finally, I turn my eyes onto him, breathless at the expression on his face. The way his lips shine from just going down on me. The sweat clinging to his forehead. I offer him a small smile and it’s as if it spurs him into action.
He yanks down his jeans, kicking his shoes off before he can get rid of everything. The boxers are next—black and designer, of course. His cock is huge and my gaze drops to it, my eyes widening the longer I stare at it.
Damn. It’s bigger than I remember. It’s been a while since we’ve been together and I worry—
“Come here.” His voice is soft. Sexy. I rise up and go to him, letting him pull me onto his lap, his arms going around me and holding me tightly so we’re skin on skin. He’s so warm and firm everywhere and I briefly rest my hands on his shoulders, his erection poking at my ass. “Put my cock inside you.”
My clit actually tingles from the underlying command in his tone and I tilt my ass up, grabbing hold of the base of his erection at the same time, positioning him before I slowly lower myself onto him until he’s fully seated inside of me.
We remain still, staring into each other’s eyes, our chests brushing, our mouths so close I can feel his breath waft across my face. “Ava…”
I press my mouth to his before he can say anything else. Whatever he was going to say, I don’t want to hear it. Not yet. Not now. His words…
They scare me.
I communicate with him with my mouth. My tongue. My body. I start to move, riding him, lifting until he almost slips out before I slide back down, engulfing him completely. It’s awkward in the car, but it doesn’t feel awkward with him. He’s the only boy I’ve ever been with. The only one who’s touched me like this.
Fucked me like this.
Is it easier to think of it as fucking? If describing what we’re doing in more intimate terms, does that make it somehow more meaningful? I can’t put too many expectations on this moment. That’ll only make it more devastating when he disappoints me.
And knowing Eli, he will eventually disappoint me. By something he says, or the way he reacts.
Right now, though, he’s not disappointing me at all. It feels so good, his thick arms around me, his thick cock inside of me. Driving me wild. We might be mad at each other and can’t come to terms about what happened to break us up in the first place, but when we’re like this together, we’re perfect.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lip
s when I come down hard on him, taking his erection as deep as I can. He slips his fingers into my hair, tugging on it, making me wince. “Faster baby. Ride me.”
I increase my speed, our sweaty skin slapping, the scent of sex filling the car. We’re both completely naked in the back seat, and I swear to God, I hear a group of people walk by, their muffled conversation sounding like they’re right outside the BMW.
My movements still, but Eli’s not having it. He guides my hips with his hands, urging me to continue and I lean in close, my mouth at his ear. “Someone’s right outside,” I whisper.
He stops moving, his eyes cracking open as he turns his head in the direction of the people standing outside his car on the sidewalk. “The windows are tinted. They can’t see inside.”
“They might hear us.” He lifts his hips, nudging a spot deep inside me that has my eyes falling closed, a dizzying wave of pleasure crashing over me. “Stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop.” He thrusts. “You want me to keep.” Another upward thrust. “Going.”
Every time he does that, he hits something deep that has me seeing stars. I wrap my arms around his neck and tip my head down, my mouth finding his as we start moving in tandem once more. The car might be rocking. Eli is groaning. Can those people outside hear us?
I don’t even care anymore.
Their voices drift as they walk away and that’s when we start fucking in earnest. It’s a race to see who comes first. I’m guessing him since I’ve already had two orgasms, but I can already feel another one forming, everything inside of me tensing up in anticipation. It’s going to be good. Soooooo goooood…
Eli grabs hold of me tightly, a moan sounding deep in his chest as he starts to come. Mine follows soon after his, my pussy milking him, wringing out his orgasm even more until we collapse on top of each other in a heap, his face buried in my chest, mine pressed in his hair.
We sit like that for a while, the only sound, our harsh breaths. My heart feels like it’s going to pump out of my chest and when I finally crack open my eyes, I stare out the back window, grateful to see no one around.
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