by Bridle, Dee
“Ava,” he said kissing me again.
“What?” I said kissing him back. “It’s just…”
He silenced me with his mouth, kissing me and teasing my tongue.
“Stop thinking,” he said against my lips.
I closed my eyes as he nuzzled down my neck, his arms holding me tight against him. He slowly pulled my wings off and then lifted my top and pulled it off me. He only broke his kiss for a split second.
His hand roamed over my lingerie, caressing me with a steady hand. He kissed his way down over my breasts and down to my stomach. My boots were next as he slowly unzipped them and pulled them off.
My pants were pulled down and off and then he kissed his way back up my body, reaching my face again.
“Beautiful,” he emitted huskily.
My cheeks flushed with pleasure and my body tingled more when I could see the burning desire in his eyes. He kissed me on the lips again, and I pulled his T-shirt up, feeling his amazing flat stomach and rippled chest.
He yanked it off and threw it somewhere on the floor, undoing his jeans at the same time. He shoved them off and I leaned in to kiss his shoulder and chest. I ran my hands over him and his glorious tattoos.
He picked me up and then gently placed me down on his bed and followed me, leaning over and kissing me hungrily. I wrapped my leg around the back of his leg, no longer caring about anything other than having him.
He was touching my body again, kissing me as he undid my bra and he slowly pulled it off. I groaned as he kissed my breasts, his licking and sucking making me feel like I was on fire.
His hand moved over my matching sexy silk underwear and then he gently stroked my skin. I whimpered softly at the feel of his fingers inside me, and bit my lip as the pleasure washed over me.
I didn’t want to wait anymore, so I leaned up and took his face and kissed him passionately. He met the challenge, kissing me back as he leaned over to grab a condom.
He entered me slowly at first, and I looked into his eyes for reassurance, feeling him fill me. He kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip. Then his eyes burned into mine as he broke past the barrier with a gentle thrust.
I clenched for a moment, grimacing with the sharp pain as he stilled, watching me closely. The pain stopped as quick as it had come, and I kissed his mouth. Without words, I told him what I wanted. He pushed in further, breathing heavy as if he was using all of his self-control to restrain himself.
It felt different, but good, and I gave him a little smile as he completely filled me, and I stretched to accommodate him. His mouth was slightly curved and then he kissed me, slowly moving rhythmically inside me.
His slow thrusts felt intense and wonderful as he increased the pace, looking into my eyes the entire time. I felt the pressure increase inside me, and I wanted release. It felt incredible as I held onto him, being this close with him, and feeling the power in him.
He kissed me again, travelling down my neck and then to my breasts as he continued to thrust inside me. I arched my back in pleasure, and closed my eyes in ecstasy. I lifted my legs up high and wrapped them around him. I gasped as he went deeper, deliciously moving in and out.
A wave of pleasure made my toes curl and I panted his name. It was steadily increasing, along with his pace. I was suddenly eager but nervous of the eruption that was about to take place within me. I said his name again, holding onto him tightly.
He looked into my eyes, riding the wave with me, taking me the whole way until it hit me, and I cried out, my body exploding into a million pieces of pleasure. He groaned his release, the tendons straining in his neck as it shattered through him. He put his face into my neck, trying to right his world that had been blown apart.
I delicately ran my hands over his back, touching his warm skin with my eyes closed. I still felt the aftershocks of pleasure. I felt alive and decadent after the incredible experience. My first time had been wonderful, and it was all because of him.
“Wow!” I breathed softly opening my eyes.
He kissed my neck and pulled back to look at me. It was like he was learning every inch of skin on my face. Then he gazed intently into my eyes and paused for a moment. He looked like he was trying to come to terms with what had just happened between us.
I touched his face with the tip of my fingers, his cheek, and then traced his lips. I felt his facial hair, spiky under my sensitive fingers.
His mouth curved into a smile and my heart thudded. He was so striking when he smiled. He leaned in to kiss my lips softly. Then he slowly pulled out of me, landing beside me on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
I curled up to him and snuggled his chest.
“When can we do that again?”
He chuckled and looked to see if I was serious.
Realizing I was, he said, “Give me two minutes.”
* * *
The next morning, I awoke curled into Zac with his arm over me as he slept. Last night had been perfect and he had awoken a need in me that I could never see being sated. He knew my body and its needs intricately. We had reached for each other another two times during the night before we both fell into an exhausted sleep.
I had finally lost it, in the most perfect way.
I wanted to wake him now but knew he needed his sleep. I had to get home before my father started asking questions, so I slowly climbed out from under his arm and quickly got dressed. I picked up my black angel wings and placed them next to him on the bed so they would be the first thing he saw when he woke up.
Carrying my boots, I went to the door and looked back at him once more. He was delicious. I snuck out and quickly made my way past Noah’s closed door and then outside. I went down the stairs in my bare feet and then sat on the end one and put my boots on. I headed home, knowing if anyone saw me walking home this early, they would know exactly what I had been up to. Let them. I was being bad and it felt really, really good.
* * *
As Sunday turned to night, I did my homework and then spent some time on Facebook. I laughed at the one photo from last night with Tyler, knowing Zac had removed the others. I had still been a virgin then, oblivious to what I was missing out on. I was different now. I was a woman.
I clicked on Zac’s profile, not expecting it to be any different, but then I noticed that his cover photo had changed. The tattoo had been replaced with a black screen, and as I looked closer, I made out the feathers and squealed softly to myself in happiness.
A section of my wings were now his cover photo and I couldn’t stop smiling. He had a part of me on his profile, and it spoke volumes to me. Life, right at this moment, couldn’t be better.
An online message popped up on the screen. Tyler.
Tyler: Hi
Ava: Hey, sorry about running out on you last night
Tyler: Have you spoken to Sophie?
Ava: No why?
Tyler: You need to
Ava: Why?
Tyler: Just go and talk to her
Ava: Okay, I’ll try but if she still hates me I’ll tell you I told you so.
I picked up my phone and pressed her name.
“Hello,” said a gravelly voice.
“Soph? It’s Ava.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said with a sniff.
“Is everything okay?”
“Fine,” she snapped ending the call.
I shook my head. I could still see Tyler was online, so I typed a response.
Ava: Still hates me. Doesn’t want to talk. I tried
He came back with: Try harder
I frowned and then saw his name flash to offline. What was going on?
My phone rang and I jumped. Zac’s name appeared and suddenly everything else was forgotten.
“Hi,” I said warmly.
“What was with the disappearing act this morning?” he asked.
I smiled.
“I just thought you needed the sleep.”
“Well, thanks for your
concern. I’m now well rested,” he said drily.
I giggled.
“That’s good to hear.”
“Come over,” he said huskily.
“Missing me already?” I asked.
“Get that gorgeous ass over here and I’ll show you how much.”
I grinned and closed my eyes in excitement.
“Bring some clothes, too,” he added.
“Why?”
“Because once I have you, I’m not letting you go for the next couple of days,” he said. “I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”
“But I have school,” I protested.
“Don’t go. You said yourself, you wanted to be a bad girl.”
I grinned, thinking it over for a millisecond.
“I’ll be over soon.”
I arrived at Noah’s an hour later, after a rushed dinner with my father and Sarah, who seemed hell-bent on asking me questions about Tyler.
Noah let me in and smiled at me.
“He’s out getting stuff. Come in,” he said, leaving the door open for me.
I walked in and closed it behind me, going over to Zac’s room and dropping my bag on the floor. I happily noticed my wings were still on his bed. I then went into the kitchen area where Noah was making a sandwich with at least ten layers of ham and cheese.
“Want one?” he asked before putting the butter back in the fridge.
I shook my head.
“I’ve eaten already.”
I sat up on the kitchen counter and watched him try and take a bite of the huge sandwich.
“So, you and Zac have the same tattoo symbol on your arm,” I stated.
He looked down at his arm.
“It’s a member’s thing, for an underground fight club.”
“Oh, do you still fight?” I asked, hating the thought of Zac getting hurt.
“Haven’t for a while. We used to do it all the time and the money was good. We were both undefeated for a record amount of time, but we refused to fight each other. It was just a way of releasing our anger, getting cash and lots of girls.”
“So you’ve been best friends for a long time?” I asked.
“For as long as I can remember. He’s always been around for me, especially when I ruined the family’s expectations by not going to university.”
I watched him open a sports drink and take a swig.
“So now my brother is happily fulfilling all of our family’s expectations,” he sneered.
“So does he live in the house with them?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said taking another large bite of the sandwich. “He’s got an apartment in the city, while I’m above the garage.”
I sent him a brief smile.
“Well, I love your place.”
“Totally a state of the art design,” he mocked.
I laughed.
“It’s perfect.”
He went back to his sandwich.
“So, does Zac live here permanently with you?”
“He’s got a place he shares with Janey, but she’s too much of a pain in the ass most of the time, so he stays here.”
“So what stuff is he getting?”
“Supplies, of the cigarette and alcohol variety,” he said taking another big bite.
“So, who buys the bread and milk?”
“Mum,” he said with his mouth full.
I laughed.
“And the drugs?”
“That’s a combined effort from all of us, but usually Will,” he grinned.
I grinned, too.
“You do realize you have over fifty slices of ham in that sandwich,” I giggled.
“I’m starving.”
“It’s huge,” I laughed.
He winked.
“That’s what all the girls say,” he said before taking another large bite.
I laughed heartily and heard the door open as Zac walked in carrying a case of beer on his shoulder. He looked over and saw me laughing with Noah and his eyes narrowed slightly as he headed over. He placed the beer down on the counter beside me and looked from me to Noah and then back at me.
“Hey, fuckers,” said Will coming in holding a case on his shoulder as well.
“And beautiful Ava,” he winked putting the case of beer down on the floor in the kitchen.
“Hey, Will,” I smiled, looking back at Zac.
“There’s another two in the car,” said Will walking back out.
“I’ve got it,” said Noah eyeing Zac and then following him out.
He looked at me without a word, and I swallowed hard as he stepped in between my legs. He cupped my cheek and looked at me closely. My cheeks warmed at the potency of him and the hunger in his gaze.
He pulled me towards him and kissed me, teasing my lips softly as I melted at our connection, only wanting more. My body was already on fire and he had only been in the room for less than a minute.
His tongue met mine and I put my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tighter against me. His other hand stroked my back under my T-shirt, and I felt on fire, my body needing more.
Will and Noah stepped back in carrying the cases and talking about something. Zac pulled back a little and looked into my eyes with an amused smile. I caught my breath and touched his forehead with mine.
“Later,” he murmured with meaning.
Zac
I watched her laugh with Noah and Will that night as we all sprawled around on the couch smoking joints after dinner and felt slightly…content. I didn’t miss the glances she gave me when she thought I wasn’t looking, or how her eyes twinkled when I smirked at her. I wanted her. I needed to be inside her again, where I could pretend for a moment that my life was fucking perfect.
She laughed at something on the television and squeezed my thigh, the touch sending me into overdrive. I wanted those hands on my skin, tracing my tattoos, which she seemed to love doing.
Noah sat across from us and watched what I had sent him on his phone, and then he looked over at me. I had found a new sex tape today, on behalf of Antony, and I didn’t know whether to tell Ava or not, because it starred her friend, Sophie. This one went for longer than any of the others previously had, and both of them played a part in the video along with a third friend. They were having their fun with her and if it got into the wrong hands, her friend would be ruined.
When Ava went to use the bathroom, Noah shook his head.
“That’s his longest yet; she’s totally out of it.
You have to tell Ava. She would want to warn her friend,” he said passing the phone to Will who wanted to see.
I got up from the couch.
“Later,” I said, heading into my bedroom and closing the door behind me.
Ava came out of my bathroom looking surprised to see me at first, and then she smiled at me. I’d had enough of sharing her for the night. She was mine, and I wanted her all to myself. I strode over to her and kissed her instantly like I had been starved for her affection.
She laughed as my hands went under her top, pulling it up as I fondled her.
“Stop, they’ll think we’re having sex in here,” she whispered.
“That’s exactly what we’re doing,” I said against her mouth, continuing to fondle her breasts as I pulled the cups down.
“Zac!” she whispered and gasped at the same time. “I don’t want them to think we’re just doing it while they’re sitting in there drinking.”
“I don’t give a fuck what they think,” I said pulling her top up and then over her head, flinging it somewhere.
“And neither should you.”
“What if they hear me?” she asked.
I kissed her neck while thinking how fucking adorable she was.
“You’ll have to scream silently.”
“What if they walk in on us?”
I undid her jeans, still smiling.
“They’re not coming in here.”
She put her hand on my cock and
felt the hardness under my jeans.
“I want to try a different position tonight,” she whispered tentatively.
“Whatever you want, beautiful. Your wish is my command,” I said, already harder.
I’d teach her every position there was if that’s what she wanted.
She turned in my arms and pushed her bottom against me as her arm went up behind my neck. I tried to remember to breathe as my hand went into her jeans and she softly moaned.
“You want me to take you from behind?” I whispered against her neck as I felt her wetness.
“Yes,” she moaned softly, rubbing herself against me. “Hard.”
I swallowed, wondering if I had imagined her saying that one hot word.
“Say it. Tell me what you want,” I whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes as she leaned back into me, her cheeks flushed.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
It was the hottest thing that I had heard from her sweet lips and it rocked through me and made me nearly explode. I pulled her jeans down and she kicked them away before I grabbed her and kissed down her spine.
I moved her over to the bed where she climbed over it, her ass in the air for my own private viewing. Had I seen anything hotter than that? No, I seriously hadn’t.
I shucked my jeans off in record time and rolled a condom on, knowing this was going to go hard and fast, because I was already so worked up. I kissed her back, pushing her hair to one side so I could kiss her neck as I felt if she was ready for me.
I heard her pant under me, and I thrust into her, making her gasp in pleasure. I pulled out and did it again, and her body shuddered under me. She was so responsive to me, and it was going to be my quickest on record if we kept going like this. I tried to think of something other than my dark angel beneath me.
“Fuck me,” she begged in a whisper.
Her verbal demands made me unable to think of anything else than that. I thrusted into her, over and over as I grabbed her hips to keep her in place. I went harder, my hand going under her, bringing her to orgasm as I felt her climax around me. She pressed her face into the pillow in an attempt to drown out her groans, her fists tangled in my sheets.