Catching Avery

by M. E. Clayton

  She turned her head towards the front of the cab and a blush came over her entire face. “Nicholas…”

  “Get the fuck over here right now, Avery, or so help me God, I will drag you over here. Your choice, I get the same result either way.”

  She unhooked her seatbelt and scooted over slowly towards me. The cab driver took notice and immediately objected. “You need to put your seatbelt back on young lady.”

  Avery immediately went to return to her side of the seat when I seized her arm, stopping her. “There’s three hundred on top of the cost of the ride if you just get us to where we need to be and you ignore what’s going on back here.”

  And, like most everyone, the cab driver apparently could be bought, because he looked away from the mirror and just uttered a quiet, “Just be careful.”

  With that green light, I hauled Avery up over my lap to straddle my dick. I buried my hands in her hair and brought her mouth down to mine to silence any protests she could voice.

  For some reason, our kissing was more frantic than it had ever been before. Maybe because we knew that this time it was going to end with her naked in my bed.

  I worked my way from her lips to her neck and if I wasn’t hard before, seeing my teeth marks on her neck from earlier today had my cock harder than steel. I licked the bite mark, and all of the sudden Julian’s caveman ways didn’t seem so ridiculous, because I wanted to mark this woman everywhere.

  Avery had placed her hands on my shoulders to hold herself upright, and that aligned her tits perfectly with my face. I wanted to rip her blouse open and take her nipples into my mouth, but I drew the line at giving the cab driver a chance to see Avery’s bare body. Instead, I tightened my hold in the mess of her hair and pulled hard enough to make her arch backwards. I ran my gaze from her neck down to her straddle legs. I tried to imagine her naked, but I knew I couldn’t do the reality justice.

  I pulled her head back to face me and I brought it down to rest her forehead on mine. “Avery baby, I’m going to fucking own you all weekend. I’m going to let you out from under me long enough to eat, shower and pee only. The rest of the weekend is going to be spent with you being pumped full of my tongue, fingers and cock.” I kissed her hard and then drew my point home. “I’m going to fuck you until your hot cunt is so sore and swollen, it can’t take my dick anymore.”

  Avery was breathing so hard, it was a wonder she wasn’t hyperventilating. She moved her hands to hold my face and as she ran a finger across my lips; her response had me high off the power she was handing me. “I will do whatever you want, however you want,” and looking me dead in my eyes so there was no doubt as to her seriousness, “and when I tell you I can’t take anymore and I’m begging you to stop, I want you to force me to take you, Nicholas. Make me take you and make this night everything I’ve been dreaming about.”

  And I was supposed to let her go come Sunday? Not likely.

  Avery~

  After I had laid my little bombshell on Nicholas in the cab, he had practically thrown me off his lap. He even leaned over and secured my seatbelt, using it like a force field against his lack of self-control. We rode the rest of the way in silence and a part of me was scared that he’d try and fail at my fantasy and another part of me was scared that he wouldn’t try at all.

  I wasn’t a total buffoon, I knew my sexual desires were less than conventional and I was really secretly afraid of being judged for them, so Nicholas’ silence had me paranoid to the point where I toyed with having the cab just take me home after dropping Nicholas off.

  Most men were raised to believe that they weren’t to ever harm a woman physically, that women were the softer of the sexes and they were created to cherish and protect. So I knew asking a man to go against his ingrained teachings and beliefs could create a complicated dynamic. I had to trust Nicholas completely and he had to know, almost by magic, when no meant no and no meant more.

  Of course, this was only for tonight. I wanted one night to fulfill my fantasy, after that, I was fine with your regular variety household sex. But something told me that even old reliable missionary with Nicholas would be anything but of the regular variety.

  The cab came to a stop bringing me out of my doubts. I was unbuckling my seatbelt when Nicholas practically threw a small fortune at the cab driver and was out of the door and opening mine before I even had my seatbelt completely off. His eagerness was a little bit sweet and a lot funny.

  He managed to haul me out of the cab without dislocating my shoulder…barely. He was in such a hurry that I smacked straight into his back when he came to an abrupt stop just before opening the front door to the lobby. “Ooomph,” expelled from my lips. The man had a seriously hard body.

  Nicholas turned to face me and the look on his face had me worried. “Avery, are you sure about this?” He bent at the knees so that his face was level with mine. “I need you to be absolutely sure, because once we walk through these doors I am not letting you leave. Probably ever.”

  I knew it was the lust talking, but I couldn’t help the flutter I felt in my chest at his declaration. “I want this, Nicholas. I want you.”

  He whirled back towards The Soteria-that’s what the building’s moniker read-and yanked open one of the front doors. He held the door open for me to pass, but once I took notice of the lobby, I couldn’t move. The room was beautiful in all its Greek Roman décor. I turned back towards Nicholas. “What does Soteria mean?”

  “She was the Goddess of Salvation,” Nicholas answered hurriedly. “I promise you’ll get a tour some other time, just not now.”

  He led me down a narrow corridor that had a locked door at the end. I watched as Nicholas typed in a code on the keypad that was located next to the door. “What is this? Where are we going?”

  Nicholas opened the door after the obvious click of the lock disengaging. “This leads to my private elevator.” And shit, sure enough, it did.

  He ushered me into the waiting elevator. “So, I’m guessing this leads to your penthouse on the top floor, because people just have these kinds of lives.”

  He backed me up against the elevator wall until the bar was digging into my back. “SMA owns the building. I have the entire top floor to myself because Chase and Julian choose to live elsewhere.”

  He lowered his head and started kissing my neck. I dropped my head back to give him better access because, let’s face it; everything this man did felt good.

  I let out a moan, but whispered, “It must be nice.”

  “Baby, if I lost everything tomorrow and had to start working at Home Depot, I would still consider my life a success.” He chuckled as he spoke, implying there was an inside joke in there somewhere.

  It was obvious he was done talking when he removed his head from the crook of my neck and took possession of my mouth.

  Sonofabitch, this man could kiss.

  I ran my hands up his arms to bury them in his hair and use the leverage to practically climb on top of him. He responded by lifting me up and placing the edge of my ass on the elevator’s handlebar. The bar lined my desperate center up perfectly with his cock. When he stepped forward to rub himself against me, all I could think was how lucky I was that he had such a big dick.

  And what a fucking idiot I was to wear pants tonight.

  As if he could read my mind, Nicholas groaned out as he ripped his lips from mine, “Why’d you have to wear pants, Imp? I’d already be inside you if you had worn a skirt.” He rubbed himself harder against me. “Matter of fact, just throw out every pair of pants you own. You’re not going to need them from here on out.”

  I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “Is that so?”

  “Yeah, that’s so.” I kept finding it harder and harder to keep my feet planted in reality. I knew Nicholas wasn’t serious with his random declarations that hinted towards this being more than just a one night stand, but if I was being completely honest, a part of me wanted to believe the bullshit he was feeding me.

  Before I
could travel farther down that rabbit hole, the elevator dinged, alerting us to our arrival.

  “Thank fuck.” Nicholas didn’t put me down. Instead, he carried me into the foyer with my legs still wrapped around his waist. The elevator opened up directly into his penthouse, which I suppose, made that access door downstairs technically his front door.

  “Nicholas, put me down. I need-”

  He huffed out a quick, “No,” then backed me into the wall as he continued to kiss me.

  I bit his lip to try to get him to listen to me, but it had the opposite effect. He growled and bit me back, so I tried another tactic. I slid my hand down his chest towards his stomach hoping he’d catch on to what I was trying to do.

  He did.

  He leaned back a bit to give my hand room to make its way to the buttons on his jeans. “Nicholas, you have to put me down so I can get out of these pants.”

  “Fuck.” He set me down, but I wasn’t expecting what happened next. My pants were simple black dress slacks, so they weren’t durable like denim, but I didn’t think they’d shred like they did when Nicholas grabbed either side of the waist band and ripped them down and off my body. Picture a stripper’s velcro’d costume bottoms being ripped off on stage…that’s what we had going on here.

  And it was the hottest thing any man has ever done to me.

  I kicked off my black kitten heels and that made Nicholas tower over me some more. He went for my silk lavender blouse next, but rather than shred that to shit too, he just pulled it up over my head and tossed it to the side. I was standing there in nothing but my blue lace bra and panties, and like the girl I am, I thanked all the angels in Heaven that I had put on a matching set when I got dressed earlier.

  I don’t know how he did it, but when he took a step back and slowly skimmed me from head to toe and back up again, he had me feeling like I was the most exquisite thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. Feeling desired was a powerful aphrodisiac.

  I wish I was that girl who was all coy sex kitten, but I wasn’t. And with the way Nicholas was looking at me, I realized I didn’t need to be. I reached for his shirt and together we tore the offending fabric from his body.

  I almost swallowed my tongue.

  He looked like a God in a suit and he looked like a master of sex in jeans and a casual shirt, but Nicholas without a shirt was definitely the Eighth Wonder of the World. He was everything that defined the perfect male specimen. He had broad shoulders and a chiseled chest that tapered down to a six pack worthy of any fitness magazine on the planet. Nicholas had planes and ridges deep enough to cut your finger on. And he had tattoos. They were random pieces all over his biceps and chest, but holy hell.

  It wasn’t fair. Here I was looking like a Simple Sally with average B cups and enough hips to have something to hold on, but not enough to sway them sexily back and forth, and he had to go and look like he did. I shook off that depressing thought and kept up my ogling.

  I was so thrilled to see he had a happy trail that started on those indecent abs of his. I know a lot of women preferred that freshly waxed look, but not me. I wanted a man and Nicholas was all man. The only person in this duet that should be waxing and primping was me.

  I went for the buttons on his jeans next and the second Nicholas saw what I was doing, he started kicking off his shoes. I finally got his zipper down and went straight for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

  And praise, Jesus, it was a big fucking pot!

  He was like velvet steel, smooth, hot and solid. “Nicholas I don’t think I can survive any foreplay. I need this…you now,” I begged like the horny jezebel I was.

  He pulled a condom out of his back pocket and held it in his teeth as he shoved his pants down, underwear and all. I watched in fascination as he rolled the condom over too many inches of massive iron and the sight had me already dripping down my thighs.

  He shuffled towards me the best he could with his jeans trapped around his ankles and lifted me up to circle my legs around his waist, backing me up against the wall once again. The seconds felt like hours. I wanted this man with a ferociousness I’d never felt before.

  And like the professional he was, he managed to hold me up with one hand, while he stuck his finger from his other hand in one of the eyelets woven in the lace of my panties and ripped it clean through. With the other leg opening still intact, my panties fell over my right thigh, not completely falling off, but completely useless, nonetheless.

  He glided his finger inside my pussy and I was embarrassed by how wet I already was, when all the man had done so far was kiss me.

  When he found my wet center, he growled…actually growled. “Baby, I promise to spend the rest of the night worshipping every inch of you,” Nicholas took his cock in his hand and I felt him guiding it to my soaked opening, “but right now, this first time, I don’t have the patience.”

  He was killing me. “I don’t need you to worship me, Nicholas. I need you to use me. Use my body to make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true.”

  Without warning, he rammed into me with so much force, I think my body left an imprint in the wall behind me. I closed my eyes and let out a scream so intense, I’m surprised my vocal cords didn’t burst. Even as wet as I was, it felt like he was ripping me in two.

  He hadn’t moved, giving me time to adjust to his invasion. “Look at me, Imp.”

  I opened my eyes and tried to focus through the pain. I could see him struggling with doing what was right and fulfilling my fantasy. I gave him a small smile as I leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips, hoping to ease the strain so evident on his face. “Please, Nicholas. Just for tonight, please do this. Tomorrow you can adore me all you want.”

  He held my gaze for a few seconds longer before he nudged his face into the crook on my neck. Before I could guess what he was going to do, he bit down on my neck hard enough to draw blood and started pumping himself into my body with enough power to steal the breath from my lungs.

  I was so hungry for what this man was doing to me that I could actually hear the splashing of my wetness every time he slammed into me; plus I could already feel the beginning signs of my impending orgasm. “Nicholas, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m already going to cum.”

  “Thank fuck, baby, because so am I,” he heaved out. Most men would be embarrassed to admit being on the verge of cumming so soon, but I was drunk with lust by the fact that he was just as turned on as I was.

  Not thirty second later, heat started in the center of my body and shot out like tentacles to reach every point of my body. “Nicholas!”

  He started thrusting his cock harder inside my body, and through the aftershocks of my orgasm, I could feel him thickening inside me. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” He shouted as he came inside the condom. The force of his thrust was so hard, I was curious to see if the condom was still in one piece.

  To his credit, he held me up longer than I thought he could. But unlike the conference room, this time the both of us slid to the floor.

  Chapter 13

  Greed: Because one night wasn’t going to be enough. Ok, let me rephrase…because two nights weren’t going to be enough.

  Avery~

  I was lying in Nicholas’ bed, realizing that I wanted to live in it forever. He owned a California King sized bed that had a mattress made out of sunshine and miracles.

  After we had managed to catch our breath, Nicholas had removed whatever remained of our clothing, picked me up and carried me to his bedroom The moment my back touched the sheets on his bed, I started formulating a plan to murder him, take over his identity and live in his bed forever. Quinn and Iz needed to help me work out a few of the details, but I thought it was totally doable.

  He had told me to stay put as he went to dispose of the condom, but that demand wasn’t really necessary. I was never leaving this bed.

  I turned my head as I heard Nicholas walking out of the adjoining bathroom, and let me tell you, the sight was magnificent. Nicholas was stark
ass naked and that phenomenon of his was just swinging freely between his legs, but the way he was carrying himself, you would have thought he was in a ten thousand dollar Armani suit. The man did not lack confidence that’s for sure. And he ought to be confident as evident by my sore lady bits.

  I could only stare as he made his way towards the bed and pulled back the sheets to climb in on top of me. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could look at me. “Like what you saw there?”

  His weight felt like home, but of course I couldn’t tell him that, so I settled on, “Eh, not bad.”

  He laughed because he knew I was lying. “Well I guess I’ll just have to work out harder.”

  I wrapped my arms around his back and started stroking his shoulder blades. I knew he didn’t need me to say it, but it was what I was feeling. “You’re perfect looking, Nicholas, and you know it.”

  He regarded me thoughtfully. “Depends on your definition of perfect, Imp.”

  Now it was my turn to laugh. “You are the definition of perfect. Hell, you, Chase and Julian are like mortal gods, you guys are so beautiful. Don’t act like you don’t know it.”

  He leaned in to kiss me while he began to brush my hair back from my face with his hands. “Now see? Julian, Chase and I look nothing alike, yet you say we’re all three perfect looking. So my point stands, perfection is a matter of opinion.” He initiated round two by shifting his kisses so they were descending down my body.

  I went for honesty again. “Well, I think you’re perfectly beautiful.”

  He inched his way down my body until I felt him take both my breasts in his hands. “I’m not, but I’m grateful as hell that you think so, Imp,” he whispered before squeezing one of my tits and wrapping his lips around the hard nub. I arched my back in pleasure, giving him better access.

  I let myself get lost in pleasure as he grasped me and worked his way from one hard, sensitive nipple to the other. I slid my hands under the pillow, moving my arms to the either side of my head so there was nothing in his way of devouring me. I whimpered, “You feel so good, Nicholas.”