I drift back off to sleep, but the tickle returns, even worse now, making my nose itch. I reach up, batting at whatever it is that’s bothering me.
Hair. Soft, silky hair, then I remember.
Ava.
She’s in bed with me.
My senses rouse, becoming more aware of my situation. She’s right next to me, her back to my front, her ass lodged against my cock.
My very erect cock.
I press my face into her hair and close my eyes, breathing deep as I slip one arm around her waist. She’s so warm and soft, and my T-shirt she’s wearing has ridden up, so my fingers make contact with her stomach.
My hand wanders up, my fingers brushing the underside of her left breast, skimming upward until I encounter her hard nipple. I lightly circle it with my thumb.
She squirms against me, pressing her ass against my dick.
I cup her breast, testing the weight for a moment, before I let it go, my hand drifting down along her side, tracing her ribs, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. She doesn’t have panties on. She’s bare-assed naked under the shirt so I cup her pussy.
A little moan leaves her, and she shifts, her thighs opening for my fingers. I take my advantage and slip them farther, encountering wet heat. She arches against me and I shift, her head falling back on my shoulder, a shuddery breath leaving her when I begin to slowly stroke.
We don’t say a word. It’s so quiet and dark in my room. And she’s so damn wet, I can hear my fingers as they move inside her pussy. The accelerated pants of her breath. She winds her arm around the back of my head, turning toward me at the same time I turn to her, our mouths meeting in a hot, sloppy kiss.
I need this, I think as I feast on her mouth, my tongue gliding against hers. I need her.
I need her so damn bad.
We end the kiss, Ava rubbing her ass against me invitingly, and I know what she wants.
I want it too.
Removing my hand from her pussy, I place it on her hip, readjusting myself so my cock is right where it needs to be. I grip the base with my other hand and slowly push forward, filling her up inch by inch, until I’m fully inside her.
We lie like that for a moment, both of us catching our breaths. Adjusting to the position. I don’t remember us fucking like this much before. I always wanted to be face to face with her, so I could look at her. Watch her as the pleasure washed over her. I got off on those expressions, knowing I was the one who made her feel so damn good.
This is hot too, though. It’s so dark, we can’t see each other anyway.
I start to move, withdrawing almost all the way out of her body before I plunge back in. I keep the pace slow, driving myself out of my mind, but damn, it feels so good. I want to stretch the moment out for as long as possible.
A moan leaves her when I nudge even deeper. I keep doing it, hitting that same spot over and over, a grunt leaving me every time. Suddenly impatient, I pull out of her, ignoring her cry of protest as I kick the covers away and rise up on my knees, repositioning her until she’s lying on her stomach. I reach around her, my hand splayed on her abdomen as I haul her up into position.
On her hands and knees.
She glances over her shoulder at me, her hair covering most of her face, but I can make out one glittering green eye. Pouty lips. The expression on her face is telling me everything she’s feeling without her having to say a word.
She wants this. She wants me.
I hold onto her hip as I slide inside of her, dropping my gaze on the spot where our bodies connect. I watch in total fascination as I slide in and out of her body, that familiar feeling racing down my spine and settling deep in my balls. I could come like this. So easily.
Too easily.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pause, my fingers pressing into her flesh, my cock all the way inside of her, throbbing. Anxious to blow.
Not yet, I tell myself. Not yet.
She moves with me, to the point that I don’t have to do anything but watch as she slides up and down my dick. It’s fucking hot. Everything about this moment is heightened. Charged. The air seems to sizzle the faster we fuck and a cry falls from her lips, just as her pussy grips me in a stranglehold.
Ava’s coming, her pussy milking my dick, drawing the orgasm out of me almost involuntarily. A groan leaves me when it hits, my entire body stilling as my cock throbs, spilling semen deep inside her.
We collapse onto the bed together, me sliding up so we’re face to face. I kiss her. Devour her. She turns more fully toward me, her arms slipping around my neck as she presses her body to mine.
I love her. I love her so much, and I thought I’d lost her. Hell, at one point tonight, I thought I was losing my mom, too. My life. It’s been a tumultuous six months and I don’t know how I’ve kept my head in the game.
Foreign emotions hit me, making me feel heavy as I cling to her, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She winds her legs around my hips, her mouth finding mine once more. We kiss as if we’re never going to stop and I roll her over so she’s beneath me. Her thighs spread, allowing me to settle in between them and the more we kiss, the harder I get.
Until I’m slipping inside of her again, fucking her hard. Harder. Holding nothing back this time around. She takes it, whimpering every time I slam into her, and I kiss her, stealing that sound. Her breath. Wishing I owned her very soul.
I know she owns mine.
I’m feeling everything. All of it. Her and me. Our connection. How good it is between us. How right. I can’t let her go after this. If she pulls some shit on me again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive it.
She’s my world. My princess.
Hell, my queen.
“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth, my thrusts hard, jolting her up the mattress with every push of my body. “I love you so fuckin’ much, Ava.”
“I love you too,” she murmurs, her fingers pulling on the hair at my nape, forcing me to open my eyes. She’s watching me with those beautiful green eyes, her swollen mouth tilting up, waiting for my kiss.
I deliver it, lingering there, tasting her. Drinking from her. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
She laughs, the sound vaguely evil. As if she gets off on making me insane. “You like it.”
Ava’s right.
I do.
Twenty-Four
Ava
I wake up confused at first, momentarily forgetting where I’m at. I’m all alone in the bed, completely naked. Throwing my arms above my head, I stretch, a soft groan leaving me when I feel the ache in my muscles. As if I’ve been pleasantly abused.
That’s when it hits me.
Last night with Eli at the party. Making up with him. His mom’s car wreck. Going to the hospital. Coming home with him.
Getting thoroughly fucked by him in the middle of the night.
A smile crosses my lips and I close my eyes, pressing my face into the pillow.
It smells like him and I breathe deep, feeling like an addict with a serious issue.
I hear a voice. Deep and male. He’s talking. Eli. But I only hear one side of the conversation, so I assume he’s on the phone.
“…I don’t know if I can come get you. Don’t you have some friends you could call? I have a game—” He goes silent.
Rolling over, I crack my eyes open and push up into a sitting position, shoving my hair out of my face. I don’t know where he’s at, but his bedroom door is partially open, so I can only assume he’s out in the hall.
“Fine,” he says, sounding desolate. “Yeah no, it’s cool. I’ll come pick you up. Give me some time. I need to call my coaches first—”
He goes silent again and my heart pangs for him. He doesn’t want to miss his game, and he shouldn’t have to. Despite how terrible her accident was, his mother brought this all on herself.
It isn’t fair, what she’s asking him to do.
“Okay, see you in a bit. Bye.” A ragged breath leaves him and I can only a
ssume how he’s feeling, what he’s thinking.
And then he’s there, standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else.
Hmm. Women go nuts over men in gray sweatpants on the internet and I can suddenly see why. There are entire hashtags devoted to the cause. I think there might even be #graypantsTikTok and I always blew it off because, come on.
It seems kind of silly, right?
My mouth goes dry the longer I stare at him. The sweatpants hang extremely low on his hips and I swear I see a hint of pubic hair, which is…
Yes, it’s hot. So hot.
Plus, it’s obvious he’s not wearing boxers under those sweatpants, so his junk is free.
My cheeks heat at the mere thought.
“You’re awake.” He hesitates and I can feel his gaze roving over me.
I drop my head, hoping he doesn’t notice my blushing.
“Why is your face so red?”
I lift my gaze to his once more, playing it off. “Nothing. Good morning.”
He smiles and it’s sweet and soft. I haven’t had him look at me like that in so long, my stomach actually flutters. “Good morning.”
“Your mom wants you to come pick her up?” When he frowns, I continue, “I might’ve overheard your conversation.”
“Yeah, total pain in my ass. My coaches are going to be so pissed at me.” He makes a face, running his fingers through his hair, his biceps bulging with the movement.
Be still my throbbing heart, goodness.
“I’ll go get her,” I tell him, sitting up straighter and letting the comforter fall to my waist. “I told you I would last night.”
His gaze drops to my bared chest. “You don’t have to do that,” he tells my breasts.
“I already offered. I want to help you. I know how important the game is to you and how much you don’t want to miss it,” I say. “She doesn’t need you to come get her. I can do it for you.”
His smile is still soft as he fully enters the room, approaching the bed. Approaching me. He stops right in front of me, bending down to kiss my lips. The kiss is soft yet purposeful, and my entire body tingles when he pulls away.
“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he whispers. “Especially on my behalf.”
“I’m not mad,” I say, sitting up straighter.
“Right,” he drawls. “You’re distracting as fuck, I’ll tell you that. Sitting there with your tits out.” He waves a hand at my naked chest.
I flip my hair out of the way so he can get a good look at them. “You’re enjoying the view. And you’re distracting too, with those sweats on.”
He reaches for the waistband, tugging them down some. Not enough to expose himself, but now there’s even more pubic hair on display. “You’re enjoying the view,” he mimics me with a grin.
I shove the covers out of the way and rise up on my knees, my hands going to the waistband of his sweats and pushing his hands away. “Let me,” I whisper.
Just before I shove them down.
His cock is already mostly erect. It doesn’t take much, I think, as I wrap my hand around him and start to stroke. He hisses out a breath, thrusting into my hand all while shaking his head. “We shouldn’t.”
“We are.” My voice is determined.
“I need to text my mom.”
“Uh uh. Don’t tell her you’re not coming to get her. And let’s stop talking about her.” I lean in, delivering an exaggerated open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his dick. His mouth drops open when I do, his gaze zeroed in on that very spot. “We have other matters to take care of first.”
“Baby.” He sounds in pain. “I gotta take a shower and get the hell out of here. It’s already late.”
“You have a few more minutes,” I say before I wrap my lips around the entire head and begin to suck.
His hands sink into my hair as I work my mouth up and down his cock, his mouth hanging open slightly, like he’s in shock and can’t believe this is happening. I keep my gaze locked on his, my fingers wrapped tightly around the base as I suck him deep into my mouth.
I’ve given Eli Bennett quite a few blowjobs since we’ve been together, but most of the time, they’re done in the dark. Not that I’m shy or anything when it comes to him and us, but…
I don’t know, I always felt like I was lacking in the BJ department, especially when we were first together. I was young and had zero experience.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to come,” he warns, as if it’s a bad thing.
I cup his balls with my other hand, taking him deeper into my mouth. I want him to come. In our relationship, he’s always been the giver. I give too, but a lot of the time, it would feel imbalanced.
Right now, I want to give. Give and give and give.
“Ava.” He says my name as a warning.
I release my hold on him, sticking my tongue out so I can trace the flared head before slipping down and running my tongue along the thick vein on his cock. His hands loosen in my hair and I wish he’d pull it tighter.
“Babe.” His tone switches in an instant, turning pleading. “You gotta sto—”
I pull him back into my mouth, sucking so hard my cheeks hollow out. He grants my wish, his fingers curling into my hair as he starts to fuck my mouth, thrusting in and out. I let him use me, applying pressure to his cock, my fingers squeezing the base, tasting the precum on my tongue.
And then it’s not precum at all. He’s full-blown coming, groaning long and low as his semen fills my mouth and I swallow it down, every last drop.
I usually pull away at the last second and have him come all over my hand, which he enjoys watching. My Eli is very visual.
“Fuck,” he grits out when I finally pull away, wiping at the corner of my lips with shaky fingers. “What made you do that?”
I sit on the edge of the bed on my knees, staring up at his handsome face. He seems shocked, which tells me our relationship really lacked excitement near the end. “Was hoping to ease some of your tension.”
His smile is naughty. There is no other word for it. “I appreciate it. I’d appreciate it even more if you took a shower with me. That would help ease a lot of tension.”
“I thought you had to get ready to leave,” I point out, warmth spreading through my body when he cups my cheeks, staring at me as if I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
“I do. But I’ve always got time for you.” He leans in and drops another one of those deadly soft kisses on my lips. I never want them to end. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower.”
He kicks off his sweats and offers his hand to me. I take it, letting him help me stand and we walk to the bathroom together. He lets go of my hand at the last second, his palm finding my ass and giving it a smack, making me dart into the bathroom, laughing.
I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.
After we took a sex-filled shower, Eli threw an old pair of my leggings at me, along with a hoodie that had shrunk in the wash and was now too small for him. I got dressed and borrowed a pair of Adidas slides from Gracie that I found in the living room that she must’ve left behind.
Or they belong to Caleb and he has really small feet, which I doubt.
I rode with Eli to the stadium and he delivered a heart-stopping kiss to my lips before he took off, leaving me with his car. Since it’s so similar to my old BMW, I have no problem driving it and I cruise to the hospital, dismayed at the lack of parking. It’s as if every spot is already filled.
Once I find parking in the deepest, farthest part of the lot, I make my way to the hospital, grateful the morning is cool and cloudy, so I don’t feel overheated. The Fresno State sweatshirt Eli gave me is thick and warm.
I take the elevator to the second floor, exiting as soon as the double doors open, ready to walk past the nurses’ station and head straight for Eli’s mother’s room when I do a double take.
There’s a guy standing at the nurses’ station, his arms propped on the desk’s ledge, a charm
ing smile curling his lips. He’s tall and golden haired, just like my Eli, and I realize it’s freaking Ryan Bennett standing there.
Flirting with the nurses.
I come to a stop and clear my throat, catching his attention. He does a double take as well, his smile falling a bit when he sees me. The jerk.
“Ava,” he says as he pushes away from the desk and approaches me. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to pick up your mother,” I say, unable to keep the accusing tone out of my voice.
“I’m taking care of it, since Eli wouldn’t,” he says, sounding vaguely bitter.
My mouth pops open. “What? He was totally going to come get her. He fully planned on giving up his game today to come here, but I volunteered to help him out.”
“I didn’t think you two were even together,” he says.
“Well, we are,” I say, lifting my chin, sounding snotty, which I really don’t mean, but there’s something about Ryan Bennett that makes me mad.
Maybe it’s the way he keeps ignoring Eli, when all he wants is his big brother to call him every once in a while. Acknowledge him.
Yet he doesn’t. It hurts Eli, not that he’d ever admit it. He stuffs those feelings way down, where no one can see them.
But I can. I always have.
“Great. Good for Eli. Life seems to be going well for him,” Ryan says, his tone vaguely sarcastic.
I glare at him, a nasty insult on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it down. He’s dealing with his own problems and battling his own demons. We all handle our issues differently, and I shouldn’t judge. I don’t know him that well.
I just wish he would be a better brother to Eli.
“He’s doing very well. You’d know that if you called him more often.” Oops, a dig slipped out after all.
His lips thin but, otherwise, he doesn’t acknowledge my comment. “I’ve got my mother handled, but I appreciate you coming by.”
He starts to walk away, heading toward his mom’s room and I call out to him, “Do you really?”
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