Chapter 13 - Avery
Eight days. Eight long fucking days.
Eight days of putting up with Rowen’s smart mouth every morning, teasing me like we’re friends.
Eight days of my mom telling me to be nice to him every time I insulted or jabbed.
Eight days of sharing my bathroom, which was starting to smell like his stupid ‘manly’ soap instead of mine.
Eight days of him deliberately eating my snacks and then offering to take me to buy more when I confronted him.
As if I’d ever spend more time than necessary with that piranha.
Eight days of hearing him blast his damn alternative music.
Worst of all, it had been eight days without Michael.
He hadn’t shown up at my window again or reached out to me, and it drove me mad with need.
I’d touched myself multiple times a day, aching for him instead, wishing he was chasing me down, fucking me with a viciousness only he could make desirable.
It drove me crazy, waiting for him to crawl through my open window.
I’d hardly slept.
I’d turned down multiple invitations to parties kicking off summer break. I was afraid to miss Michael, afraid he’d show up at my window to find me missing, terrified I’d lose out on a chance to be his again.
It was dark outside, nearly midnight, yet I was wide awake. My mind was racing with theories about my masked stalker’s absence.
My hands snaked down my body at the thought of him, fingers snagging the fabric of my underwear and shimmying them down to my ankles. My knees fell open, and one hand dipped between my thighs while the other moved up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple as my fingers strummed my clit softly.
I pressed my lips together to keep myself quiet.
My back arched when I found a rhythm I liked.
I closed my eyes, imagining his skull mask tilted, staring at me, while his hands explored my body.
My fingers released my nipple and wrapped around my throat.
I applied pressure, but it was nothing like when he did it.
There was no fear, no fighting when it was my small, soft hands.
I squeezed my throat tighter and worked my fingers faster, climbing toward another mediocre climax as I fantasized about what I really wanted. My toes curled as I got close, nearly there, but then, my hand was slapped away.
The air shifted as I shot up, heart hammering in my chest, eyes wide and searching. My head was quickly returned to my pillow as a hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me down.
My rapidly beating heart nearly burst at the sight.
Him.
A moan escaped me before I could stop it.
“There’s my dirty little slut,” Michael said to me, his words dripping with sin and honey. “What were you thinking about?”
“You.” There was no hesitation in my response.
He clearly liked that, because the most primal of sounds left him. It was so hot, it made my pussy clench around nothing.
His fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my oxygen completely. His head tilted as my lungs started to burn and ache. I wrapped my hands around his wrist, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good even if I did try to fight him. He so easily overpowered me, but I wasn’t scared—not of him anyway.
I was terrified of how far he’d already burrowed into me.
I gasped as his fingers entered me without warning.
I couldn’t tell how many there were, but it was more than I could take.
That didn’t stop him, though. He moved in and out, coating his fingers in my arousal, each thrust of his hand going deeper than before, my pussy opening for him like he’d trained it to.
He let up on my throat, letting me draw in a breath before leaning down to my ear.
“Eyes on me, Avery. I’m not missing a fucking second of this. I want to watch the exact moment you lose yourself.” He breathed deeply like he was inhaling my scent. “You will break for me tonight.”
I shuddered, his dark, suggestive words taking hold of me. I released his wrist to grip the sheets and stared up at him as he rose above me, showing him how much I trusted him, how much I wanted him.
“Come for me, kitten. Give me your pleasure. Give me everything.”
His demands unleashed a violent wave of toe-curling euphoria. I threw my hands over my mouth to contain my loud noises, afraid of waking anyone up, fearful of being discovered.
“Fucking perfect,” he said softly, mesmerized.
My back was arching, his fingers continuing to move inside me, not letting up despite me having given him exactly what he wanted. He constricted his fingers around my throat enough to make me struggle for my breath.
Then, another hit—another intense orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me screaming into my hands as my body bucked against him.
Another.
And another.
After the fifth climax, my body slumped on the bed.
Michael released my throat and withdrew his fingers. I watched, totally entranced, as he lifted his mask enough to lick his fingers clean one by one, groaning like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
“My new favorite flavor,” he murmured, as though he’d read my mind.
He ripped off my panties then tugged my arms above my head and secured my wrists together with the lacey piece of fabric.
“Stay,” he said warningly.
“Yes, sir,” I teased, drunk on orgasms.
Michael’s hands coasted down my arms, over my breasts, past my abdomen. He stopped with both of his hands on my thighs then forcefully pushed them open.
“I’m going to feast on you, but I need my mask out of the way.” His hands left my body. “You’re going to wear it for me, Avery. Be a good girl and keep it on. Is that understood?”
I swallowed, my heart dropping. “Why can’t I see you?” I asked softly, seductively.
He licked his lips, and I was so captivated by him, I mimicked the movement.
“You’ll have to earn that one. Close your eyes.” I hesitated. “Now.”
This time, I obeyed, my eyelashes lowering in submission. Soon, his mask was over my face, folded so my mouth was uncovered.
“I’ve put it on backward, so don’t even think about peeking, or I’ll punish you.” His threat made me shiver. “And you aren’t ready for that, I promise you.”
As tempting as it was to challenge him, I desperately wanted his approval, his praise, so I stayed still, arms over my head, knees still spread.
I was unprepared for the way his mouth would feel on me. His tongue dove right in, licking me fully before pausing at my clit for a couple flicks. He pulled away and groaned, and then his hands were digging into my inner thighs as he went in for more—this time with primal need.
My toes curled instantly as he licked, sucked, and fucked me with his tongue. He didn’t let up, going full throttle until I was grinding against his face and trying my best to keep my moans quiet.
“Please, Michael,” I pleaded gently. “It’s so sensitive.”
He didn’t care. If anything, my request for mercy only fed his hunger.
It wasn’t long before I came for him again, the back of my head burrowing into the pillow, my hands clinging to one another for dear life as I rode the waves he’d thrown me under.
“Your body is mine now, Avery. Admit it. You belong to me, every fucking inch of you.”
I was still trying to catch my breath. “My body belongs to you.”
He could have it.
High. Free. Weightless.
He took me to heights I’d never been, and I never wanted to stop.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, and I nearly jumped as his breath hit my chin.
He was close.
I licked my lips in anticipation, wanting desperately to feel his mouth on mine, but I’d wait for him to make the move, to claim me fully.