“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have a favorite?”
“Nope. I haven’t tried many of them. The only drinks I’ve ever had were the ones my mother let me have or the ones my brothers made for me from underneath their bed after Dad fell asleep.”
“Sounds like my twin brothers. They did all sorts of those types of things growing up.”
“What were their names again?” she asked. “Did you ever say?”
“I don’t think so. I might have. Jasper and Leo.”
“Are they identical twins?”
“Nope. Fraternal. But they might as well be identical. They do this weird thing where they can finish each other’s sentences and shit. There was one time Leo had gotten into a car accident, and Jasper just looked at my mother and said ‘Something’s wrong.’ Ten minutes later, the police were calling.”
“You’re kidding,” she said.
“Nope. It’s the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I couldn’t imagine being that close to someone,” she said.
“I think it would be nice.”
“So you’ve never been that close to someone?” she asked.
My mind wafted back to my ex as I got up from the table.
“I thought I was once. But it didn’t work out,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Ava said.
“It’s in the past. Want some more? I can open up another bottle of wine.”
“I think I’ve had plenty. I still have to drive back tonight, so I might not want to overdo it.”
“That’s true. Want some water instead?” I asked.
“How about we just sit on the couch?”
I looked back over at her as I put my wine glass in the sink. She got up from the table and walked over to my couch, sitting down and patting the cushion. I could feel my chest flushing with want. I knew if I sat down with her and felt her skin against mine it would be all over. I had ingested just enough wine for me to taste how tight her pussy would be. That virginal pussy slipping over a cock for the first time.
I drew a deep breath as I turned back to the sink.
“Be there in a sec,” I said.
I ran some cold water over my hands, trying to get my body to settle down. I made my way toward the couch and sat down next to her, feeling her body move closer. I groaned internally, trying my best to keep my wants and wishes at bay. But the moment she laid her head down on my shoulder and sighed, I was done. That sweet little sound and the warmth of her skin pressing against my body. It was too much for me.
I allowed my lips to descend onto the top of her head, kissing her as my arm threaded around her body.
She tilted her lips up to mine and caught my stare. Her eyes burned with a bright passion. A collapsing star ready to implode on itself. I could feel her body trembling as she rose to her knees, her lips inching closer to mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Her eyes danced between mine, taking me in as a small smile spread across her cheeks.
“More than I’ve ever been before,” she said.
I captured my lips with hers and pulled her into my lap. I felt her squeal with delight, a smile pressing into my skin. My hands slid up her dress, feeling her luscious thighs as her legs parted around my lap. I ran my hands up her naked skin, gripping onto her back as I pulled her dress over her head.
Our clothes fell into piles on the floor. Her tits were bare for me, pinched to wanton peaks and begging for my lips. I coated her in kisses as she moaned, her hands gripping onto my hair as I sucked on her nipples. She ground down into my lap, pulling my cock hard against my pants as I grunted. I needed her. I needed to feel my cock wrapped within her warmth. Her hands fiddled with my pants as she worked them down my body, my dripping cock springing free for her to see.
I watched her carefully as she studied my body, her fingertips gliding along my twitching muscles.
She climbed back into my lap, her juices dripping onto my skin. The tip of my cock hovered and pulsed for her as it teased her entrance. She shook for me. Her hands were twisted into my hair as our foreheads collided. We panted together, our naked bodies warm from the wine and our passion as she froze.
“If you aren’t ready—”
“Just hush, okay?” Ava asked.
I rubbed her back as she stood there, poised above my cock that wanted her badly. I was going to let her take this at her pace. This wasn’t my situation to control, even though I got the feeling she wanted me to.
“Help me,” she said breathlessly.
“This is your decision,” I said.
“I’ve made my decision. Just… help me. Guide me. Show me what to do.”
I opened my eyes and found hers staring back at me. I reached down between our bodies and gripped my cock, pushing it right up to her entrance. Her hands clung to me, her nails digging into the meat of my shoulders. I breached her folds for the very first time, feeling her tightness swell around me as she tensed.
I nipped at her ear, relaxing her body as I pushed in a little more. I could feel that tearing. I could feel the droplets of blood dripping down my cock. It rose something primal within me. A protective nature that surged through my veins. I nibbled at her neck and kissed her ear, relaxing her body as I slowly invaded it.
“Oh my gosh,” she said breathlessly. “Holy shit.”
“Almost there,” I said. “You’re doing wonderfully, beautiful.”
She moaned into me, her face dropping into the crook of my neck. My legs shook with passion as her body trembled in my lap. I sank her all the way down, her walls expanding around me to fit my thickness within her. I panted into her skin, trying my best to hold myself back.
But I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name.
“When you move, I’ll move,” I said.
I felt her hips roll into mine and I wrapped my arms around her.
I slid from her body and plunged back in. She groaned into my neck, raising goosebumps all along my skin. I coated my cock in her arousal as it dripped down my balls, soaking into the cushions below us. I grabbed her round ass, feeling its softness in my palms as I thrusted into her again. My rough curls raked against her clit, shivering her body as she jumped into me.
“Holy hell. Travis. This feels… oh, fuck.”
I grinned as I kissed her shoulder, setting a steady pace. My feet dug into the hardwood floors as my entire body flexed for her. She hung onto me, giving the whole of her existence away to me. I felt her innocent light draining into me, fueling my passionate desire to make her cum around my cock. I thrusted deeper into her, rolling my hips so I could reach every part of her. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into me as sweat began to drip down my brow.
I grabbed her hips and guided her movements. Our lips locked together as the tension began to build. I could feel my balls pulling into my body as her pussy fluttered around my dick. She grew tighter and tighter as she worked my cock, my hands rolling her hips as her hair fluttered around her face. She was perfect. The billboard image of beauty. Her skin was flushed, marked with my nibbles as my toes began to curl.
“It’s happening. Don’t stop. Oh shit. Travis. Travis. Oh… Tra—”
She threw her head back as my hands caught her body. Her pussy throbbed around me, pulling me deeper as my balls drew up into my body. Her juices poured all over my lap as I spilled myself within her, marking her walls for the very first time with something she would never forget. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, her legs contracting with her orgasm as her pussy held me within its grasp.
I pulled her back to me, my face planting into her bosom as she collapsed into me.
We sat there for what seemed like hours, my cock seated within her as it slowly began to sleep. Our mingled fluids dripped from her body as the sex-tainted air of the cabin swirled around our heads. I ran my hands up and down her back as she caught her breath against my skin. Her hands held me lovingly. Like a woman would cradle a child as we sat
there on my couch.
I felt her breathing evening out as her lips placed lazy kisses upon my skin. I had no idea if she had planned on going home, but she wasn’t heading there tonight. I picked her up within my arms as she wrapped her legs around me. Then I started for my bedroom as our arousal continued to drip down my legs.
I laid her down next to me and went to go get a washcloth to clean us up. Then I crawled in bed next to her, pulled her close, and fell asleep with my face buried in the tresses of her glorious hair.
Seventeen
Ava
My eyes fluttered open as the birds chirping woke me from my slumber. Travis's strong arms were around me, pulling me into the breadth of his chest. I rolled over and pressed a small kiss to his shoulder, my leg snaking between his. I could feel his massive girth rubbing against my thigh, and it sparked that telltale heat between my legs again.
I felt like a woman when I was with him. I felt like a woman who had my life under control. I felt compelled to make my own decisions and stand up for myself. To speak my mind and have my own opinions. It was a feeling I had never experienced before and I was thankful to him for it. I was thankful for the getaway he had become during this season of my life. Especially while I fought so intensely with my father.
But there was a part of me that wanted more. There was a part of me that didn't want to give this up. That wasn't willing to resign to the fact that this was just a temporary thing at another junction of my life.
As I laid there, my eyes dancing along his sleeping face, I wondered how he felt about all this. Was this just a fling for him? Did he just want to give the virgin a run for her money? Maybe this was nothing for him. Maybe I was simply another encounter for him while my life was out of control. Maybe once I left today, I would never see him again.
The thought brought tears to my eyes as he began to move and awaken.
“Ava?” Travis asked. “Is everything okay?”
I sniffled and nodded my head, trying to turn away from him.
“No, no. Something’s wrong. Talk to me,” he said.
I shook my head, resigning myself to the silence I had become so familiar with as his arms pulled me closer.
“You need to talk to me. Losing your virginity is an emotional thing. I’m here for you,” he said.
“That’s the point.”
“What’s the point?”
“How long are you going to be here for me?”
I turned my head toward him and his eyes settle onto mine. He was such a beautiful man, with his long hair, thick beard, and translucent amber eyes. He had these high cheekbones I could cut glass on and a jawline I could sharpen a sword with. There wasn't a thing about him that wasn't breathtaking, and it only served to make this conversation harder.
“I don’t know,” Travis said.
“At least your answer was honest,” I said flatly.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“Is this just a fling? Or is this something more?” I asked.
My eyes connected with his, but he didn't give me an answer. All he did was rake his eyes up and down my body like he had last night. I pulled the covers up over myself and sat on the edge of his bed, my mind swirling with all sorts of thoughts. This was just a fling for him. I could see it in his eyes. Maybe it had been a new experience, taking someone's virginity. But this was serious for me, and he needed to know that.
I felt a connection with him. A connection I’d never had with anyone else in my life. I felt free with him. Happy with him. I didn't feel leashed or controlled or relegated to a particular belief or train of thought. He asked me about things. He wanted to know what I thought about things. He wanted me to voice what was going on in my life.
He seemed like he genuinely wanted to know.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Travis said.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell you what you should say. I’ve done that my entire life. It isn’t fun.”
I slid from the edge of the bed, taking the comforter with me. Travis called after me as I stepped into the hallway. I needed to get my clothes back on. I needed to put up some sort of barrier between Travis and I again. I had become too vulnerable to quickly and it was going to break my heart if I had to lay there and listen to anymore of his non-committal answers.
I dropped the comforter in the middle of the floor and put my clothes on as my purse began to vibrate.
“Can we talk about this?” Travis asked.
I draped my dress over my body as I walked toward my stuff.
“We just did,” I said.
“No, we didn’t. You asked me a question I didn’t expect before I’d even woken up. That isn’t a conversation,” he said.
“Hold on,” I said. “Hello?”
“Ava, it’s Hunter. Where are you?”
“I’m out and about. What’s wrong? You sound frantic,” I said.
“It’s been interesting since you left. You apparently told Dad you went on a date?” he asked.
“So what if I did?” I asked.
“I don’t care, you are your own person. But you need to get home. Dad’s calling a family meeting and he’s expecting you to be there.”
“And if I don’t show up?” I asked.
I saw Travis look back at me from the coffee pot as he started to prepare it. Part of me wanted to stay and have coffee with him. Talk about this once the two of us had woken up. But I was filled with emotions I didn't understand and I had books in my car I knew could help me decipher them. Psychological books and sociological books. Books on human interaction and books on sex. I had to get back to them in order to help figure out what in the world I was feeling.
So we could have this conversation intelligently. Like two adults.
“If you’re going to show Dad you can make your own decisions as an adult, then you need to start making decisions with an adult mind. You don’t have to listen to what he has to say, but an adult would show up,” Hunter said.
“You’re right,” I said with a sigh. “Let me clean myself up a bit and I’ll come home.”
“I’m not going to even ask, but if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about—”
“I’m taking a shower, you doofus. I didn’t take one last night,” I said.
I wasn’t about to reveal to my overprotective brother that I’d just lost my virginity to a stranger who was a decade older than me.
“Fine,” Hunter said. “But get home soon. It starts in an hour.”
“I’ll be there, don’t worry,” I said.
I hung up the phone and gathered my purse as I searched for my shoes. I found them shoved underneath the couch and I tried to reach for them. My fingers couldn't get to them and I snickered as I shook my head, but then the couch suddenly lifted off the floor.
I looked up and saw Travis holding up the couch for me so I can get to them.
I reached a little farther and got my shoes before he set the couch back down to the ground. I watched every muscle in his body flex with the effort, and I had to turn my head away to stay in control of my heart. It slammed against my chest as my skin cried out for him. Blood rushed through my ears and landed straight between my legs. I wanted him. I craved him. I needed to feel close to him again.
But I couldn't have him right now. There was too much going on I had to process.
I slipped my feet into my shoes and headed for the door. Travis didn't try to stop me and I didn't give him an opening to try. I ripped the front door open and walked out onto the porch, quickly heading for my car. My legs carried me as fast as I could as the memory of last night bombarded my mind.
Travis stood in the doorway, his torso bare and his eyes locked hard onto me. I jammed my keys into the ignition, needing to get out of there quicker. I knew if he stared into my eyes anymore than he already was, I would stay. I would stay and have a conversation I was not ready to have and I would miss the family meeting that would paint m
e as an adult in the eyes of my father. I needed to be there for that meeting. I needed to stand by my brothers and rally against my parents for a better life.
But I also needed to cope with the adult decision I had already made.
I made a decision that was life altering to me last night, and I needed to deal with the emotions that came with it. I needed to accept the consequences of my decision, no matter what had influenced it. That was what an adult did, and that was what I had to do.
I couldn’t do that in the presence of Travis, however. I knew that much.
I pulled away and watched as the cabin receded in my rearview mirror. I watched him step out onto the porch, his eyes following after me as my car receded from his view. He was nothing but an ant-like figure in my mirror before my eyes blurred my vision with tears.
I was angry and I was hurt and I felt empty inside.
I thought being an adult was going to feel better than this. I thought being with Travis was going to feel better than this. I thought my life was going to be easier and filled with decisions to make my life a better place. I didn’t expect to feel things like this. To feel an aching sadness in the pit of my chest.
I felt that type of emotion for the past twenty-two years of my life.
I knew I had to leave Travis behind. At least long enough to screw my head back on straight. I needed to use this car ride to get into gear for the meeting ahead. I wish I had asked Hunter for more information on what prompted the meeting. Was Dad angry? Was he upset? Was he tired or frustrated? Did it have to do with the company or with a function that was coming up?
Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Only this time, I wasn’t sure if I could run to Travis afterwards.
And that thought shoved a tear down my cheek.
Eighteen
Ava
I walked into the house and heard the fighting my family was already doing. I followed the sound of the raised voices, trying to stick as close to the wall as I could. The family lawyer sat on the couch watching everything unfold. This was a business family meeting, not a personal one.
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