Chapter Fifteen
“Are you sure?” Avery asked. “’Cause we can wait until you’re feeling better.”
His hesitation surprised Jo. It shouldn’t have.
She already knew there was more to him than he let most of the world see.
That just as pride was her armor, the fun-loving bad boy exterior was his.
She wasn’t sure what he was afraid of or if she even wanted to know, but right now, she was sure of one thing.
“I want this.” She wriggled in his arms, found the hem of her shirt, and swept it over her head, baring herself to him like the sacrificial virgin he’d once said he didn’t want.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t realize he was about to get exactly that.
She swallowed, but her mouth was as dry as her throat and offered no relief. “I want you.”
Her nipples peaked beneath the caress of his gaze, and she shivered as his tongue washed over his bottom lip, followed by the scrape of his teeth. She started to cover herself until the tree trunk in his pants nudged her belly.
Instead, she smoothed her palms over his biceps and shoulders. “Any day, now, fuckboy.”
A growl vibrated from his chest, and his mouth laid siege to hers in a clash of tongue and teeth. His hands roamed her back, the base of her spine, crushing her to him in a firm but gentle embrace.
In the next instant, he cupped the underside of her ass and lifted so that her pussy lined up with said tree trunk. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned as he struck off down the hall, each step sending a shock of hot pleasure through her.
Beside the bed, he broke the kiss, his breath as labored as hers. “I need to feel your skin against mine.”
All for that, Jo unhooked her ankles and savored the slide down his body. He reached behind his back to strip the shirt over his head and cursed a blue streak when the top button trapped him. Laughing, she took advantage and sought out those hot as fuck abs above jeans that rode low on his hips.
He didn’t seem to mind. Finally free, he chucked his shirt to the floor and watched her trembling fingers trek from one groove to another, up and over pecs and back down to the top of the V cut into his groin.
The desert in her mouth flooded as she peered up at him from under her lashes, nervous but determined. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband to unbutton his jeans. His stomach contracted, and his nostrils flared on a deep inhale. She freed the button. The grind of the zipper filled the room.
His cock flexed, parting the plackets, inviting her to touch him, but he caught her wrist before she could reach inside. “No.”
“But I owe you one.”
“Sorry, Legs.” He glanced down at the thick shadow behind his boxers. It jerked again. “This bad boy is tired of the five knuckle shuffle. He wants to party with your pussy.”
Heat stung her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “How can I want to kiss that mouth when it’s so filthy?”
“Maybe you like it dirty.”
“Maybe.” She didn’t know, but she trusted Avery to teach her. She lifted a brow. “Wanna fuck around and find out?”
“Abso—fucking—lutely.” He tossed her on the mangled bed, and her boots were off and over his shoulder in a heartbeat. Curling his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, he stripped them off in one move, her legs landing in a sprawl. “Whoa, what have we here?”
Jo shoved her hair from her face and levered onto her elbows, some of the laughter draining out of her. “Courtesy of my scissor-happy stalker? I thought you might like them.”
“Ah, Legs, I do. I really do.” He tilted his head from side to side, studying the crudely cut-out crotch and her exposed pussy. “But I want that pussy bare when I fuck you. I want to see and feel everything.”
Shuddering with the certainty of his words and the images they provoked, she denied the urge to close her legs. Instead, she let him look his fill while she did the same.
Sunlight from the curtainless window painted his abs and chest in golden tones while leaving his shoulders and face in shadow as he toed off his boots.
“And I’m gonna make you feel it, too.” His whiskey-deep voice drew her gaze to meet his, but only for a second as he thumbed the waistband of his jeans, readying to push them over his hips.
Bending at the waist, he shoved his jeans down, down, down those long legs. He kicked his pants aside, then ripped off his socks, and when he straightened, his dick—long, thick, and ruddy, with veins etching the shaft—stretched toward his navel.
He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked from base to tip and down again. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Legs? You want to feel every fucking inch.”
She’d been in such a stupor yesterday and thought the size of Avery’s dick was a figment of a fantasy. But this wasn’t a fantasy. Neither was the fear battling for control while the walls of her pussy contracted, as if to assure her it was all good and, “Yeah, you want every fucking inch.”
Jo dragged her gaze up the line of fine hair, over the expanse of his sculpted chest, to a smile that melted her fear. She crooked a finger. “I’ll accept that challenge.”
A chuckle died on his lips as he tore open a condom and rolled it down his dick. Fuck, she hadn’t even thought about protection. She’d been tested after catching Chase with Chelsea, but Avery was…a ho.
“This is probably a bad time to ask,” she murmured, “but you have a lot of…experience, and I… Do we need to have a conversation?”
“I’m careful if that’s what you’re asking.” He thumbed the latex-covered slit. “And I donate blood regularly.”
Of course, he does. Just one more chink in his bad boy image.
Heart pounding, she scooted lengthwise up the bed and held her breath as his knee hit the bed.
“Stop thinking. Just feel.” His heated gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on her breasts. A tingle zipped from her nipples through her abdomen to her pussy, spiraling, building, eager for his next move and for Saturday night’s fake fucking to become reality.
And oh god, this was no fantasy. The hard body covering hers and the knee slicing between her thighs was fucking real. The firm hand skimming her ribs and flattening over her breast was, too.
Fear crept back in. This was it. There was no going back.
“The man who takes your virginity will also take your heart.”
Not now, Grandma.
Besides, he’ll only take a small piece. I’ve survived worse.
One hand on her hip pinned her in place. The other braced his weight as he zeroed in on her breast. A breath caught in her throat at the first rasp of his tongue across her nipple, and a cry forced the trapped air from her lungs as he closed his scorching hot mouth over the peak and sucked.
Fisting both hands in the thick hair at his nape, she arched into his mouth and breathed, “Avery.”
He hummed an answer, sending a vibration through her that fueled her already insane lust. She wriggled her hips, grinding her pussy against the carved grooves of his abs, but the hand on her hip pressed her into the mattress, denying the friction she craved.
“Please.” Jo had no idea what she was begging for. She only knew the hunger that burned inside her needed fed.
He nuzzled his way through the valley between her breasts and up the other peak. “Not yet.”
But as he took the sensitive tip in his mouth to repeat the sweet torture, his hand lost interest in her hip and ghosted over her belly. He dipped a finger into the curls at the top of her folds.
Her hips bucked. “Yes.”
He groaned. “You’re so wet for me.”
Wet? I’m fucking soaked. “I’m ready.”
“Not yet.” His teeth grazed the underneath of her breast, his tongue laving to sooth the bites.
“Yes, yet.”
He chuckled. “You can’t rush perfection.”
His finger glided over her swollen clit, and a shock of heat, like little sparks crackling and trying to find the air to breathe, stole the air from her lungs. Another pass and the world spun as more tiny flames danced down her thighs. “Oh, god.”
Tightening the hold on his hair, Jo flattened her feet against the bed and rolled her hips, seeking relief.
He grunted something she couldn’t make out for the drumming in her ears and diverted his finger to her slick opening.
One knuckle deep, then two, the slow penetration drawing a moan, his withdrawal a whimper.
A second finger thickened his entry, stretching her inner walls, luring her deeper into a chasm of fire. The rhythmic in-out of his fingers and the hard suction at her breast drove her to the brink of ecstasy.
The suction lessened, his teeth catching her nipple in a quick, sharp bite before his mouth scaled higher. His breath, warm against her skin, sent shivers back to her pouting nipples as it continued its climb toward the crook of her neck.
“Your pussy feels like hot, wet silk.” His filthy words drove her closer to the edge. “I want that silky cunt sucking my dick.”
A tremor shook her.
“Yes, do it. Fuck me.” Need laced her words, but she was powerless to deny the desperation driving her toward something she couldn’t comprehend. “Avery, I…”
His invading fingers slipped away, leaving her empty and aching as he braced on his forearms and settled between her thighs. Instinct kicked in, and she spread her legs wider, desperate for him to fill the void, to feed the flames. She wanted to burn.
“Look at me.” His gravelly whisper breached the veil of euphoria clouding her brain.
When she opened her eyes, they locked on his. Dark. Wicked. A hint of a challenge.
“This what you want?” The head of his cock probed the entrance of her pussy, and for a second, panic threatened to overshadow all the delicious feelings he’d brought to life
Last chance to save yourself.
“Fuck, Legs. I’m so hard for you.” Teeth nipped at her lips. Splayed fingers framed her face. “Beautiful, so beautiful.”