Catching Avery

by M. E. Clayton

  “That’s fine,” I heard from behind me. “You can’t go wrong with eggs, bacon and toast.”

  I just nodded waiting for the….

  “What the fuck, Nicholas?”

  Ahh, there it is, “Look-”

  “Oh, no, don’t you ‘look’ me. What on earth possessed you to think it was appropriate for you to answer my phone? That level of invasion of privacy is monumental. How would you like it if I just started answering your phone or going through your messages?”

  I scooped the eggs up and placed two on a plate for her and two on a plate for myself. After adding the bacon and toast, I placed the plates on the bar. As I was walking to the refrigerator, I answered her, “My phone is at the end of the breakfast bar. The code is 05094, knock yourself out.”

  I could feel her rage all the way to the refrigerator. “You’re a dick. That is not the point and you know it!”

  I grabbed two bottles of orange juice before going to sit next to her. She snatched the bottle out of my hand like she was going to beat me with it. “Okay, okay,” I conceded. “I may have overstepped a bit-”

  “Overstepped a bit? Not only did you call my brother an asshole, you essentially announced that you spent all night fucking his little sister!” she shrieked.

  I winced. When she put it like that, it did seem bad. “I’ll apologize. I’ll-”

  She put her hand up in my face to stop me. “No you will not.” She started breaking her bacon into smaller pieces as she put me in my place. “I have no plans to allow you any further contact with my brother, so just live with it.” She stuck a fork full of eggs into her mouth.

  I wanted to argue, but I dug into my breakfast instead. After all, I was in the wrong on this one.

  We ate in silence and it was killing me. “Avery-”

  She wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Do you want to know the real reason I’m so mad at you?”

  I pushed my almost empty place away from me and gave her my full attention. She did deserve it after all. “I’m pissed because thanks to you, I now have to attend my parent’s 30th wedding anniversary next weekend.”

  I’ll admit I didn’t see that one coming. “Uh, you don’t get along with your parents?”

  “It’s not that.” She let out a deep sigh and turned in her seat to explain. “When I was fourteen, my father cheated on my mother. Or more like we found out my father was cheating on my mother. He had been seeing this woman he met during an insurance convention for months.”

  Damn. “But they worked things out apparently to be celebrating thirty years, right?”

  She took another deep breath and I could tell this wasn’t easy for her. “I’m not exactly sure. See, when they got back together, I thought it was because my father finally saw the error of his ways and he realized how much he loved my mother and he couldn’t break up our family.”

  My heart broke for her. “But it wasn’t?”

  She let out a huff. “No. One stupid teenage night I was sneaking back in from a party when I heard his voice in the kitchen. He was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn’t even hear me come into the house.” Avery took a drink of her juice before continuing. “I heard him tell his mistress that it wasn’t his fault she had decided to go back to her husband and things didn’t work out.”

  Holy Fuck. I pictured a devastated fourteen year old Avery and it made my heart skip.

  “He told her that he wasn’t going to leave his family again when he didn’t trust her not to go back to her husband again.” She paused to roll her head around her neck as if trying to relieve tension. “He didn’t come back home because he loved my mother. He came back because his girlfriend went back to her husband.”

  “Did he ever find out that you overheard him?” I couldn’t imagine what knowing that did to her. But, then I couldn’t ever imagine making someone your wife and then stepping out on her.

  “Yep. That night. He was pacing, so during one of his turnabouts, he noticed me standing in the living room and he knew I had heard everything.”

  “What happened when he saw you?” I felt a strange sense of uneasiness towards this man that I had never met. He hurt Avery, and rational or not, that didn’t sit well with me.

  “Nothing. I went to my bedroom and the next morning our uncomfortable father/daughter relationship began. I never told my mother or my brother.” She lifted her shoulder in a dainty shrug. “I don’t know if he ever told her, but I never asked.”

  “So, the idea of celebrating an occasion you think is based on fallacies, isn’t looking too appealing surrounded by friends and family?”

  “I don’t think I can sit through a toast about his perfect wife and perfect marriage without turning the entire thing into a Jerry Springer episode.” Her eyes were so full of honesty. She didn’t hide and a person would always know where they stood with Avery.

  “The worst part was watching my mom in the months after his affair came out.” She shook her head at the distaste of the memories. “She spent all her free time making herself worthy. She exercised like a maniac and lost thirty pounds in two months. She started taking cooking classes. She even took classes on how to do her makeup.” Avery shuttered with her next words. “When I asked her why she was doing all that crazy stuff, she said…and I quote…‘I shouldn’t have let myself go’”.

  “Tell me she isn’t one of those women who believes a man cheating is his wife’s fault.”

  She gave me a sad smirked. “Thirteen years later, my mother still never has one hair out of place.” She hopped off the barstool as she started cleaning up our breakfast plates. “And thanks to you, in order to placate my brother over your instability, I agreed to go and put on a happy face.”

  “Fuck that, Avery.” I followed her to the sink and wrapped my arms around her from behind as she scraped the plates clean. “What does your brother do for a living?”

  “He’s a middle school teacher and football coach.”

  “Tell him I’ll donate a million dollars to his athletic department as an appropriate apolog-”

  She laughed and turned around in my arms. “Nicholas, flowers, football tickets…those are appropriate apology gestures not a million dollars.”

  I leaned in to kiss her, because thirty minutes without touching this woman was apparently thirty minutes too long. She kissed me back and when we broke apart, I clarified, “The million dollars aren’t to satisfy his feelings. The million dollars would be to spare your feelings, Imp.”

  Avery stretched out on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. “How about you keep your million dollars and spend the rest of the day making it up to me in other ways.”

  I groaned. She was killing me. “Anything you want, Imp,” I acquiesced as I scooped her up in my arms to take her back to the bedroom, then we spent the rest of the day exploring each other.

  I was able to get back inside her on Sunday and I would have sent her off to work on Monday morning bowlegged, but she snuck out on me Sunday night after I fell asleep.

  Good thing I knew where to find her.

  Chapter 15

  Greed: Because if it I can’t have her again, my inner psycho is going to burn this city to the fucking ground!

  Nicholas~

  I wish I could say I walked into work Monday morning the strong, confident alpha male that I was, but I didn’t. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin knowing she was somewhere in the building, but I couldn’t get to her.

  I lasted about two hours into my day before I called Chase. “Talk to me.”

  “Shouldn’t that be ‘Chase Alexander speaking’?” I corrected.

  “Nah, knew it was you, Dickface, what with technology and caller I.D. you know.”

  I chose to ignore him. “I think we should have a party.”

  “I’m down.”

  I could always count on Chase. “Don’t you even what to know what kind or why?”

  “Dude, a party’s a party is a party,” he reasoned.

  “I wa
s thinking a company party to help make up for dropping the ball on Spillner.”

  I could hear Chase’s chair squeak in the background. Knowing Chase, he was sitting up straight now, ready to get serious. “I’m all for it, Nick,” he agreed in his boss voice. “Do you want me to get a hold of H.R. and-”

  I was already shaking my head. “Nah, they’re busy covering Cynthia’s vacancy. I don’t want to throw anything extra at them.”

  “Okay, so you want to hire an event planner?” Chase suggested next.

  “That can work,” I knew he was going to see right through this next part, “or we can ask for volunteers from the finance department to help put it on, since this is mainly for them.”

  It took exactly one minute and fourteen seconds for Chase to stop laughing. “Jesus, Sav. You’re the goddamn boss. Just call A up to your office if you want to see her that badly. We don’t need to spend thousands of dollars on a party to give you an excuse to talk to her.”

  “Eat a dick, Chase.” I hated that he was right. “Eat. A. Dick.”

  “Okay, okay, okay. Even though I know you’re only doing this as an excuse to get A naked in your office, I actually think that’s a great idea. The party and getting A naked in your office, in case you were confused.”

  I wasn’t. I’ve known Chase too long to be confused by him. “I’m going to call Julez while you go find a dick to choke on.”

  I hung up on Chase and called Julian to pitch him the idea. It only took him forty seconds to stop laughing at me, but he easily came on board. It was a great way to boost morale. He said he would announce it to his division and get back to me.

  The asshole.

  I somehow made it through to the four o’clock hour without imposing on the finance department. I still wasn’t sure what I wanted from Avery, but I did know two days with her was nowhere near enough. Even with everything she made me feel and the possessiveness I felt towards her, there was no reason this thing couldn’t develop slowly.

  Casual dating. Grown up people do it all the time, right?

  I had just finished resigning myself to taking things slow with Avery when the phone on my desk buzzed. I hit the intercom button. “Yes, Mrs. Williams?”

  Ever the professional, “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Savage, but I have Ms. Avery Ellis wishing to speak with you. While your calendar is clear for the rest of the afternoon, she doesn’t have an appointment.”

  I didn’t know if Avery and Quinn had received any backlash from our intrusion on Friday night, but even as Avery was trying to keep us a secret and maintain some professionalism here at work, my next words were sure to undo most of that. “That’s quite alright, Mrs. Williams, send her in. Also, she doesn’t need an appointment, so moving forward please send her in whenever she needs to speak with me.”

  Dianna Williams has been my assistant for over seven years and this was a first. I was met with momentary silence before she managed to stumble out of her shock. “Y...y...yes, sir. Of course, sir. I’ll send her right in.”

  I almost ran-I know; I’m such a sad sack-to the door to greet her. I threw Mrs. Williams into further confusion when she opened to door to my office and almost knocked me stupid with the door. She startled back a bit. “Oh! Excuse me, sir.”

  I waved away her concern as I reached for Avery-yes, I reached out and grabbed her elbow in front of my assistant-and pulled her into my office. “Thank you, Mrs. Williams, that will be all for now.”

  I probably owe her a bouquet of flowers, realizing I almost smacked her face with the door as I slammed it shut

  Avery was turning me into a fucking psychopath.

  Before she could get a word out, I took her face in my hands and smashed my lips to hers like a man possessed. The second she brought her arms up to fasten them around my neck, I hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I didn’t know why she came to see me and I didn’t fucking care.

  She was here and she was wearing a skirt. That’s all that mattered.

  I carried her over to my desk and laid her out on top of it. I didn’t care about the investment profit margins report I had been going over before Mrs. William’s buzzed me. I didn’t care about the Jupiter computer system sitting on my desk. As far as I was concerned, the only thing on my desk and in my office worth a fuck, was Avery.

  I finally tore my mouth from hers and wasted no time lifting her skirt up and yanking down her pink lace panties. I could barely hear her moaning through the blood roaring in my brain. I jerked her hips towards the edge of the desk, then grabbed each of her ankles and pushed them upwards opening her up to me.

  It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and yet it felt like it’s been forever since I last tasted her deliciously hot cunt. I sat down in my chair, got comfortable and went to town. I circle that little bundle of nerves until she was mewling and knocking shit off my desk. I placed her heeled feet on my shoulders and joined my hands with my tongue.

  I used the fingers on one hand to spread her pussy lips farther apart, giving me better access to her swollen clit and took three fingers from my other hand to spear her hot cunt. She let out a scream, and even though I knew she was still slightly sore, that didn’t stop me from ramming all three digits inside her. It should also concern me that Mrs. Williams might be able to hear her screams, but I. Just. Didn’t. Care.

  “Nicholas…Nicholas,” she started thrashing about harder.

  I felt her start to clench around my fingers and doubled up on my efforts. I’d never get tired of this. It was official. I was addicted to eating her pussy. Avery grabbed handfuls of my hair and rode my face through her first orgasm and I lowered my face to catch her sweet syrup with my tongue. It wasn’t enough to taste her. I wanted to drink from her.

  I gave her five seconds to come down from her high and then I went back to work on her clit. I needed at least two orgasms from her to make her wet enough for what I was about to do next.

  One thing I learned about Avery this weekend was that once I coaxed that first orgasm out of her, she exploded more easily after that. So, it wasn’t even minutes later that she was cumming around my fingers and on my face again.

  The moment Avery released her hold on my hair, I stood up and grabbing her hips with enough force to leave my handprints cemented on her forever. I flipped her over so she was mercifully bent over my desk.

  As I imagined a thousand times today.

  I wish I could say I paid attention to her comfort, but she could have been being stapled to death or swallowing paperclips for all I was aware. I pushed up her skirt until all that I could see was her heart-shaped ass. And then, I undid my belt and pants in record time.

  I placed both my hands on either of her ass cheeks and spread her wide. My cock was so painfully hard I was able to ram it inside her without removing my hands from her ass. This gave me the perfect view of my cock splitting her pussy open, over and over again.

  Her entire center was shiny in her wetness and I did the one thing I had been holding back all weekend. For all the things I promised to do to her this weekend, we had been limited due to her soreness, but that ended now.

  Spreading her ass as far apart as I could, I stared down at her hot forbidden puckered hole and released a bead of spit onto her body. As it trickled down to settle in her opening, I ignored her gasp as I started rubbing my finger over its tightness.

  Even as consumed as I was in overtaking her body, I still noticed her tense up when I started playing with her ass. “Relax, Imp. I’m going to make this….you feel so good,” I promised.

  She let out a deep moan, “Nicholas, I haven’t…I’ve never…”

  Fuck! This woman had a way of making me feel like I was conquering mountains and discovering new lands at every turn. “Shhh, just relax.”

  I slowly worked my middle finger into her tight resistance as I started pumping my dick in and out of her pussy. After a few minor invasions, I finally slid my finger in as far as I could force it. Using every ounce of control I possessed, I ma
naged to focus enough to establish a rhythm where my cock and finger alternated in my double penetration of her honeyed secrets.

  She felt better than anything I had ever come across in my entire life.

  “Oh, God! Nicholas! Oh, fuck!”

  It took everything I had and didn’t have to keep myself from pulling out of her soaked cunt and invading her ass with my cock. But after hearing her stammer about not engaging in this sort of thing before, I knew there was no way she was ready for anything more than my finger this time.

  But as sure as I knew my name, I was going to get her ready eventually.

  Avery’s body started clasping around both my appendages and I knew she was about to cum all over me for the third time.

  I had her countless times this weekend, and yet, this time felt better than the entire weekend combined. I was so devoured in pleasure I was afraid I was going to black out from the sensations. “Avery, cum with me baby.” I started slamming into her hard enough to scoot my oak desk forward inch by inch with each thrust. “Come on, baby, give it to me.”

  She let out a bellow loud enough to bring Mrs. Williams running if the woman was still at her desk. “Yes! Yes, Nicholas!”

  I came almost instantly, pumping Avery full of my cum as her pussy was strangling my cock in scattered pulses and her ass tightened around my trapped finger. I collapsed on her back as my climax seemed to go on forever.

  After a few minutes of satisfied silence, I finally lifted my body and began to pull my finger free. But it wasn’t until I pulled my dick out of her spent hole that the all-consuming pleasure my body was experiencing made sense.

  I hadn’t used a condom.

  Avery~

  Nicholas had rendered me useless.

  My body was finished.

  Just finished.

  I thought I had had the best sex of my life this weekend, but clearly I was mistaken.

  “Uh, Avery?” Uh oh, he was calling me Avery again. I was learning that the only time he called me Avery was when he was being serious about something.