by A. J. Downey
She stopped at the foot of the bed and eyed me for what felt like forever, I almost couldn’t stand it when she lowered herself and started crawling up the length of the bed, her breasts hanging heavy as they brushed along my good leg, sending shivers through my entire body.
Eventually she reached even with my cock, giving me a sly grin before her lips parted and she took me into her mouth, sinking almost entirely down my length in one smooth stroke. My hips jerked of their own accord and shoved the last inch or so down her throat. She swallowed me whole, throat muscles contracting around my head and I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow at the sensation. Her tongue slid against my skin, soft lips wrapped tightly around me in a hot, wet, embrace.
She pulled her head back, sliding slowly back up my length until just the head was left in her mouth and one hand closed around me, stroking slowly up and down. Her tongue teased at the tip and my hands fisted themselves in the sheets beneath me as I resisted the urge to shove her head back down.
“I thought you weren’t looking for any foreplay,” I groaned. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
She chuckled quietly, my head still between her lips and another shiver ran through my body at the vibration. I groaned inwardly as she pulled her mouth from me to speak, “You do have a point,” she admitted. She kissed the tip of my dick once and slid further up the bed. She leaned over, reaching for the bedside table and I cupped one heavy breast in my hand, kneading it gently. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm under my fingers, surprisingly so.
When she leaned back, moving her breast from my hand, she held a foil wrapped condom and I couldn’t help but arch a questioning brow at her. “You were expecting to need one of those?” I asked, amused.
She flushed slightly but glared at me and slapped my chest once. “No, I wasn’t expecting to need a condom when I brought you here. But this was my brother’s place. I found the box in the drawer the other day when I was getting you settled in here,” she huffed and tore the wrapper open. In just a moment she expertly rolled the condom down over my cock, threw a leg over my hips and positioned my head at her entrance. I could tell she was more than wet enough, I could smell how aroused she was and it was driving me a little nuts that she had all the control.
When she slid down my cock, her body spreading to accept me, my eyes slipped closed and I moaned quietly in unison with her. The heat of her body, the pressure of her pressing down on me. The smell of her; arousal, jasmine, and gun oil, all coalesced together in a heady cloud that I wished I could live on forever. Her skin was like silk beneath my fingers as my hands found her hips.
I couldn’t force myself to keep quiet when she started to move. She didn’t lift up off of me like some women would. No, instead she rolled her hips, a gentle motion that electrified my senses and had me jerking my hips against her, driving my cock deeper inside her.
“Oh fffffuck,” she moaned. “That is exactly wh-what I need.” She rested her hands on my chest, using me for purchase, nails digging into my skin as she rose above me finally, sliding almost completely off of me before slamming herself back down. Our bodies met with a loud slap and I felt every muscle slowly tense as the seconds wore into minutes. Over and over she rode me like an expert. I growled and sat up, bringing my mouth to her breasts. With her right nipple between my teeth I bit down gently and one hand slid between us. I placed my palm flat against her belly and my thumb searched through the slick folds of her pussy until I found that taught little nub of nerve endings.
I flicked it gently, once then twice. The third time finally sent her over the edge. When she came it was a quiet thing. Tightly controlled, just like she was. She didn’t scream and moan and shriek like a banshee. She stiffened above me, muscles coiling like steel springs beneath silken flesh. Her pussy gripped me like a vice as she trembled and shook and I groaned quietly, emptying myself into the condom. Too soon, way too soon…
It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and when I did, I realized that she had slid off of me and was lying on the bed next to me, sweat gleaming on her skin. I pulled off the condom and tossed it in a small waste basket under the nightstand before I rolled back, pulled her naked body against me and pulled the blankets back over us.
“Bout fuckin’ time,” I muttered against her neck.
“Been waiting a while to fuck me?” she muttered dryly.
“No, happy you finally lost those fuckin’ boots,” I growled and after a moment of silence she started laughing quietly.
No other words were said or needed for a while after that. And eventually we dropped off to dreamland. I still needed to talk to her about going to see my brother, but that could wait until after we’d had a good night’s sleep.
Chapter 16
Ava
I’d never slept with someone before, let alone nude. It was a new thing for me, and I couldn’t explain why Remus, of all people, would be the one I would finally do it with. Let me explain; I’d hooked up, fucked, had plenty of sex in the nude, with plenty of dudes in the past, but when the deed was done? I’d always gotten up, gotten dressed and gotten the hell out. I didn’t stick around and I sure as fuck didn’t sleep with them.
When I’d stripped down and gone to fuck him, I seriously had only meant to do just that, get on, get off and get on with things, but the look in his eyes and on his face as I’d taken his length inside me had given me pause.
I’d really only meant to get rid of this hormone induced state of horny but something happened, something I couldn’t explain and not going to lie, had me thoroughly freaked out. The way he’d touched me… His hands, so gentle where they’d cupped my breasts, where they’d caressed my skin, I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t understand it, but something had made me return it in kind.
I’d meant to fuck Remus Reese, but instead, I’d been intimate with him, and then I’d gone and really let my guard down and I had slept with him and now I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was wound tighter than a Timex and anxiety gnawed at me. Shit. What did I fucking do? Who was that? Because it sure as hell wasn’t the Ava Martine that I knew.
He pressed his lips to the bare skin on the back of my shoulder and it stole my breath. He hummed and the vibration made me shiver.
“Feel like a second round?” he asked.
Yes.
“I don’t know.”
He chuckled, “Don’t tell me I’m too much for you, Babycakes.”
I turned to look at him, expecting to see a smile, expecting to see that glint of ornery in his eyes that said he was just trying to get my goat. Instead, what I found was a careful consideration. The hunter stalking its prey, except not… he wanted me again. He really, really wanted me again, and I was surprised to find that I wanted him too.
I wanted him with an absolute fierce ache between my thighs, the like I had never experienced before. I rolled and he rolled with me until I was straddling his lean hips once more.
“A man could get used to waking up like this,” he commented dryly and his hands were back, smoothing across my skin, along the tops of my thighs, cupping my hips, tickling up my ribs to cup my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his touch, a little afraid. What if it was still there? What if I felt the same way I had last night, last time we’d…
“Hmm, we doing this bareback or you going to grab another rain coat? I don’t think I can wait to be inside you,” his voice was rough with need and I smirked, an act of sheer bravado on my part.
“What if I like the view from up here?” I asked, arching a brow.
“You can admire it all you want, once I’m inside you,” he said and I couldn’t argue his logic. I leaned way over and jerked open the drawer while his hands smoothed over every inch of me he could reach. I straightened and tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth.
Remus’ eyes lit up, a dark and hungry light that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with lust and sex. I was okay with that. I wanted him, too. I wanted to k
now if what I’d felt last night was a one off thing.
“God you smell phenomenal,” he uttered when I raised myself up to roll the condom down his length. I paused, and he smiled up at me, that wicked grin that I’d found made me just that much more wet, firmly in place on his lips.
“What do I smell like?” I asked, and fitted him at my entrance, I glided down his length and his eyes slipped shut, his back arching slightly, fingers digging lightly into my hips.
“Like jasmine and gun oil,” he grunted, quietly.
“Oh?”
“If grace had a scent, it would smell like you, Ava.”
The compliment completely caught me off guard. I froze, and he sat up, pulling me to him and before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine and we were kissing. I stiffened, but he remained patient, brushing his lips lightly against mine, his cock rubbing against the inside of my walls, suffusing me with that golden glow, until I yielded in his grasp and kissed him back.
What was happening to me? Was I seriously falling for one of them? How could this happen?
“Shh, I got you, Baby,” he whispered into my mouth and drove his hips up into mine ever so slightly. I cried out, an impassioned plea for him to do it again, and he smiled and obliged and I wondered just when I had ceded control to him.
Fuck. Remus Reese had seriously knocked me off my game. More so when he rolled us suddenly, so that I lay on my back in the cage of his gigantic arms. He pressed his cock deeper inside of me and I moaned, eyes slipping shut. He felt so, phenomenally, good.
“Look at me, Ava. I want to see those gorgeous fucking eyes of yours looking at me, while I do this,” he practically growled, but it was still a human kind of sound.
I opened my eyes and stared into his as he moved inside me and there wasn’t any denying it. I was fucked and it had nothing to do with his cock, and everything to do with the care he was taking with moving inside and over my body.
“Hey, no, fuck! What the hell is this?” His hands went to either side of my face his thumbs gently grazing through the wet at my temples. He stopped moving altogether and stared at me intently, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me go until he had his answer.
“I don’t know,” I said and his lip curled in derision.
“Lying is a bad idea, Princess. Especially since I have you at a slight disadvantage.” He thrust his hips gently between mine to illustrate his point.
“I didn’t expect this,” I said and was surprised that I was being honest with him.
“Expect what?” he arched a brow and the demand for clarification was crystal clear.
“I expected to fuck, I didn’t expect you to be gentle about it, or that we’d be…” I swallowed hard; I didn’t exactly want to say it out loud. It was real, but somehow, saying it out loud was going to make it more real.
“Be what? Good together?”
“Yeah.” Sure, okay, we’d go with that.
“Is that a bad thing though?” he asked simply.
“I… I don’t know.”
He rested his forehead against mine and breathed out, a frustrated sigh, “Why you fighting it? I’ll never understand that instinct some people have to fight something that should be simple. It feels good, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then that’s all this needs to be for right now, right? Just something that feels good.” He rocked his hips and I gasped, shivering with delight beneath him. “If it isn’t anything more than it isn’t anything more, it’s that simple.”
“Sure, yeah, okay…” I whispered.
“Can I kiss you some more?” he asked and my breath caught, I found it both strange and wonderful that he would ask.
“Yeah,” I said evenly and then we were kissing again and god that added to it, deepening the pleasure, adding another dimension to his touch. People weren’t kidding when they said kissing was intimate. For some reason it felt more personal to be kissing him than just a quick fuck would have been. He moved slow and deliberate, until I think we were both floating on that euphoric cloud of pleasure with no telling how much time passed. To be honest, I didn’t care. I kind of wanted to stay this way forever.
We took our time this time, and when he finally slipped his fingers between us to tease my clit, to shove me off of that edge into a shining free fall, it didn’t surprise me in the slightest when he was at the bottom of the cliff waiting to catch me from that fall. It didn’t surprise me, but it did unnerve me.
We stared into each other’s souls from inches away, breaths mingling as we struggled to catch them, hands on each other, holding one another close and I was speechless. Remus dipped his head forward and pressed his lips to mine and I kissed him back, because I wanted to, because it felt right, and I wondered where the fuck along the line I’d lost myself, but then that ever present niggling voice of doubt entered the picture and, of course, shook me up even further by asking me: Are you sure that you don’t have that backwards? What if you aren’t lost? What if you’ve been found?
Well fuck, wasn’t that an interesting question?
Chapter 17
Remus
The problem, I’ve always found, with using a fucking condom is there’s always a delay from finishing sex, to relaxing in the post euphoria. There’s a cleanup period of removing the damn thing and disposing of it that is just annoying, but in the end, she slid off of me and I was able to quickly take care of the raincoat and then pull her against me again. She lay along my left side and I was stretched out on my back so I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her, unprotestingly, until she was half sprawled across my chest, one slim leg thrown over mine.
We didn’t say anything, neither of us could really think of anything to say, I guess. But after a few moments I felt her tapping on my chest with her fingers.
Tap-tap.
Tap-tap.
Tap-tap.
It took me a minute, but I finally figured it out.
“Are you following my heartbeat?” I asked and the tapping stopped for a moment, her fingers freezing in the air before resuming their motion.
Tap-tap.
Tap-tap.
“Maybe,” she muttered and I held back a quiet chuckle. When did the bad ass bitch, Ava become... cute? I kept my observation to myself; she would probably have grabbed my balls and twisted them into a knot for me if I’d mentioned it. Instead I just pulled her a little closer, settling her across my chest and let my hand trail lazily up and down her back.
The sensitive tips of my fingers found numerous imperfections in her skin. Scars. And I traced each one that I could reach, mentally mapping them out as a history of Ava Martine. Each scar told a story about the path she’d led in life and they were as much a part of her as her jade green eyes or her dark hair.
“How long do you intend to stay here?” I asked.
“Until you’re healed enough to travel. Then we should get moving,” came the immediate response. She didn’t even have to think about it so this was a plan that she had already considered. I imagine there were also back up plans and contingency plans mapped out in her ever active mind as well, but I decided not to ask and instead focused on the first plan.
“And where do you think we should go?”
“I want Mathias. Whatever he’s doing, whatever he’s done, he needs to be stopped. And he lied about my brother. He sent him to his death, or he had him killed, either way he lied and James died for it.”
“Romulus too,” I muttered before I could stop myself and she turned her head to look at me, a question reflected in her eyes. I sighed and settled myself more into the thick mattress. “Romulus would never have been put into the situation that he was in if it hadn’t been for Mathias. We might have made our own choices, our own decisions; but the path was set before us by that manipulative son of a bitch. He wanted William to die. He wanted his own daughter to die. And instead, because of his half-baked schemes my twin died and I was banished from my pack.”
I didn’t realize that my voice had be
en rising until the end when I almost barked out the last couple of words and I took a deep breath to settle myself and let some of the tension ease out of my shoulders.
“Mathias has a lot to answer for. Whatever he’s done to us is nothing in comparison to what he’s done over the years, I can promise you that much. If ever there’s a person that just needed to die, it’s Mathias Young.”
“You’re preaching to the choir here, Fido.” I arched an eyebrow at her at that but she simply gave me an entirely unapologetic smirk and continued blithely on. “But how are we going to do that?”
“I thought you had a plan.”
“My plan stopped at getting us here so you could heal up. We need to keep moving after that because I honestly have no idea if they have other ways to track us and we’ve been sitting here for more than a minute. When you’re on the run it doesn’t do to sit still.”
“So you don’t have any idea where we should go when we leave?”
“Not in the slightest. I was just going to get us as far away from here as I could and then try to see if I can get ahold of any of my contacts in the Order. I’m pretty sure there are at least a couple that might still be loyal to me and we need all the information we can get.”
I considered that for a moment, mulling it over and over. “Not entirely a bad idea. But there are a few flaws.”
“Such as?”
“So you get the information you need. Like when and where Mathias is going to be so we can try to take him down, for example. How do you intend to do it?”
“...”
I nodded at the silence and let my hand continue sliding along her skin for a moment before I gave her bare ass a tiny slap and started to sit up.
“Come on, let’s get dressed and head downstairs.”