28 | Fireworks
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Five minutes.
That's how long until I get to scratch this impossible itch in my brain, make up for every second my lips have hovered dangerously close to Ava's, piercing with restraint, aching to litter every inch of her body with kisses.
Knowing that she's burning with the same anticipation makes the waiting harder. It makes my cock twitch, my brain malfunction. She likes to think she's got everything all figured out, that snapping in a moment of pure desperation and asking me to kiss her in my car is what she wanted.
But she spent days before that hesitant, reserved, not giving herself the permission she deserves. This ensures that she's not doing something stupid for the sake of it.
I somehow care about her, every twisted nerve, every strand of blonde, every fleck of blue in her eyes. I don't want her to kiss me and regret it, she doesn't deserve to punish herself anymore. I want her to kiss me and mean it, relish in it, burn the memory into her skull forever.
And now I know she will for certain. The way she looked at me earlier, teased my face with gentle touch, said things to rile me up so I'd whisper dirty things into her ear.
She's not as innocent as she likes to pretend she is and after tonight, I'm going to do every single thing I promised I would.
I'll fuck the attitude out of her, and when her teasing words claw their way back up her throat, I'll fuck her all over again.
Four minutes.
I stare at my phone, the message I sent and her empty reply.
Where is she?
I've only seen her one other time tonight, from a distance.
She didn't notice me but I couldn't keep my fucking eyes off her.
Giggling with her friends, fluttering her lashes with that dark, sexy makeup that made every part of me tense up.
It took a minute for my eyes to un-attach themselves from her legs, her perfect skin, the shape of her ass.
She knows what she's doing, dressing like that. It makes me wonder how I could've been so stupid back then, when I convinced myself her looking like this did nothing to me - or if it did, it meant nothing.
It means everything.
She's got me thinking about her so much it hurts, got me worrying about her every move. I push so many lingering thoughts to a place where they can't touch me, where cracking a feeling would have to bring down all my defence mechanisms.
Whatever part of me still feels, is with her, more than I want to admit.
Three minutes.
I glance up at where I'm stood, the faint party noise drifting through the trees. On one side of the garden there's a small wood, still on the land but a bit more secluded. There were a few drunk couples making out but now, with the fireworks about to go off, they've left it empty again.
There's still a view of the open sky, enough that Ava can watch every spark of colour as I devour her whole.
Two minutes.
"Sorry," She hisses, appearing suddenly. There's a tipsy smile across her face.
I don't move, just watching her. I like watching her.
"Couldn't get away?"
She nods, "Riley called me insane for going to the bathroom right now, she said she'll kill me if I'm not back in time."
"That's a shame," I say, raking my eyes over her figure as she walks a little closer, "You're officially a dead woman."
She tuts, scrunching up her face a bit regretfully. She's close enough now that I can sneak a hand downwards, pulling down the side of her skirt which has clearly ridden up dangerously high. Her eyes lazily follow the movement.
"Have you changed your mind about this?"
"No, but I will if you keep touching me like you own me."
Her chest falls in a gentle motion, her eyes halfway between daggers, and something softer. She's scolding me whilst actively moving closer, pupils locked with my own.
I nearly say I do own you but bite my tongue.
"Am I really that wrong for not wanting anyone's eyes where they shouldn't be?"
"Yes," She murmurs, her voice gradually getting quieter, "You're selfish, you're only doing it because you want to stare at my ass."
I shrug, not denying it. It's true to some extent, that the thought of anyone getting as close to Ava as I am right now shoots a weird, irritating jealousy through my bloodstream.
I have no reason to be so possessive yet I'm wired to think of her as mine.
Her attention all on me drives me fucking crazy.
All of a sudden a chorus of muffled voices pour out from behind us.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Our words disappear, silence stilling between us. This is it. My eyes fall to her lips, mouth slightly parted as her face blooms with obvious need.
"Seven, six, five..."
We're so close, yet it doesn't feel enough. My hand moves, almost like a reflex, like it's always meant to snake around to the side of her neck, fingertips grazing her jaw. She's warm, that perfect rosy scent swallowing me whole.
"Four, three, two, one..."
I give her one last look, one last moment to ask her if she wants this.
Without hesitation she nods.
"Happy new year!"
I bring my lips to hers just as the sound of fireworks erupt into the sky, the bangs muffled as she blends into every single one of my senses.
We kiss gently, slowly, lips sliding against each other like we're trying to savour every second.
She's careful, the soft touch smearing wetness onto my bottom lip. My hand presses harder against her jaw.
It only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like forever. When I pull away, ever so slightly, her lips try to chase me, something sparkling in her eyes.
Whatever that was, it was fucking addicting. Somehow better than I thought it would be, probably better than any kiss I've ever had. My body freezes, skin burning, every part of me thinking one thing.
I need that again.
I really fucking need her to kiss me again.
I can still hear distant bangs, catch a few splashes of sprinkled colour in my peripherals, hear the thumping of some music, but my attention is solely on Ava. My fingers stay gripped on her skin, my lips are still centimetres apart from her.
"Happy new year," She whispers, practically into my mouth.
I barely hear it before I crash myself against her again, harder, abandoning that first gentle moment.
Our lips tug at each other, messier, hungrier, open-mouthed kissing that goes straight to my dick.
She sucks on my bottom lip, hand snaking into my shirt to pull me closer.
I feel her give in, fully, when her tongue begs for entrance, running along the length of my lip.
The sensation shoots sparks under my skin and before I can comprehend it, I spin her around, pinning her back against a tree as her mouth pushes against mine.
I let her tongue break into my mouth and it swirls against mine, her fingers still pulling me closer as our bodies begin to press against each other.
Warmth foods through my chest, every frantic kiss making me crave more of her.
I can't feel anything but her - and it's right where I want to be.
We pull apart for a second, mainly to catch a breath. She blinks up at me with wide eyes and wet, kiss-swollen lips that are so tempting I'm surprised I'm not already stuck back on them. Her hair is a little messy, expression raw as she keeps looking at me.
"Worth the wait?" I murmur, pulling her head a little to the side. She gives in to my touch, dragging her face away to give me perfect access to her neck.
I begin to trail a line of deep, nibbled kisses across her skin, devouring her sweet taste. I catch a small, unfiltered moan slip out her lips as she tries to search for words, the sound stirring every part of me.
"It was.. fine," She huffs eventually, sarcasm in her tone.
I pause, lips attached to the gentle skin just below her ears. I pull away gently, leaving the wet skin to meet her eyes again.
"Just fine?" I ask.
She nods, but her eyes are solely on my lips, not hiding her bad attempt at lying. Even all dazed and kiss-drunk she still finds a way to talk back to me. It makes a smile form across my lips.
"Is that why you've been grinding against me?"
Her gaze meets mine, a small shade of pink running over her cheeks. I knew she hasn't noticed, I'd been trying to fucking ignore it. Kissing her made me weak enough as it is, the slow gentle rolls of her waist against my crotch were enough to kill me.
Almost ironically she does it again, the fabric of her skirt rubbing up against the boner stiffening in my pants. I can tell from her face that it's barely conscious, a deep instinctual need she can't control. It turns me on even more.
"If you're needy, pretty girl, just tell me," I whisper, leaning in for her to kiss me but pulling away the second she tries to, her tongue only just flicking my lip, "I can fix that problem for you."
She scowls in that way that always gets me, and right now, only makes me even more attracted to her. My cock pulses in my pants, needing the friction Ava attempts to give me as her hips roll again. I manage to restrain myself, pulling back from her movement.
And the sound she makes, a desperate, needy whine.
It takes everything in me not to fuck her right here.
"Come on," I urge, breath husky, "Tell me what you want... a kiss?"
She pauses, staring at me, "Yes... but..."
"But what?" I reply, beginning to drag one hand very slowly up her leg, reaching her skirt.
"You know what I want."
I do. She's aching for it. I'm burning for it too, I want to see her come undone on my fingers. But she needs to earn it.
I shake my head, "You have to tell me."
She frowns, eyes dropping down to my fingers curling that skirt fabric, teasing her even more.
"No."
"You told me you wanted a kiss..." I say, leaning in to reconnect our lips, it's just as desperate, tongues meshing together in desire, "... so you get a kiss."
She hesitates, drunk on our touch. Her arms suddenly slip over my shoulders, pulling me even closer. I can see her pride and need battling against each other, resulting in a big sigh before she speaks.
"Fuck, fine," Her eyes stare into mine, as her voice lowers into barely anything. "I want you. I want you...inside me."
The words shoot to my throbbing cock. Begging looks good on her.
"Say please?"
Her eyes widen, "Fuck you!"
I just smile, adding a little authority to my voice, that tone that makes her give in so easily, "Ava."
She scowls, fully, like she hates me, even though I know she doesn't.
"Please," She breathes eventually, rubbing herself against me one last time.
As soon as she says it my hand glides under her skirt, savouring the warm skin.
It's not like the cinema, tension is already pent up enough, I couldn't wait even if I wanted to.
My fingers reach the curve between her thigh and hips, curling into the fabric of her panties and tugging them down gently.
She presses herself forward, anchored by her hands around my neck. She's making this even faster for me, giving me better access. My smile widens at that thought.
I can feel how wet she is in seconds, the slick heat gathered between her pussy lips reaching my fingers as soon as I get close enough. I run one up her slit, just once, just to watch how responsive she is. Her mouth parts, a shaky breath falling beside my face.
Then, before she can recover, I push my thumb down onto her clit, running gentle circles over the sensitive bud. Wetness slicks my skin, her hair brushes my shoulders, another shameless moan leaves her mouth at the touch.
I'm hard as a fucking rock, but I don't care, not when she's coming undone so perfectly.
I watch her gently, watch every word she was going to say disappear.
The fireworks still echo but I'm not paying attention to that at all.
I flatten my thumb, increasing the pressure as I quicken the circles, running my other finger across her cunt again.
Her eyes manage to meet mine for a moment, shiny and blue and filled with all those things I seem to like. They're also pleading without saying anything at all. I promised her something and now I'm stalling. It's not my fault she's so fun to play with.
"I know, baby, I know," I murmur, planting a kiss on her forehead.
I slip my finger into her pussy, her tight walls clenching against me as she rocks forward a little.
Her arms pull tighter, head falling into the crook of my neck as I thrust my hand inwards before slowly retreating, repeating the action again.
After a moment I add another finger, stretching her further.
I can feel her hot breath against my neck, moans of pleasure, sounds that drive me crazy.
They're heightened on every movement, peaking when I curl my fingers deep inside of her.
Her pussy clenches, gripping my skin. She's lost in pleasure, not paying attention to anything else.
I have to keep my other hand on her skirt to stop it from fully riding up.
This is different. Very different to the girl all those years ago, but also changed from when I came home.
I find it hard to believe that that Ava would let me finger fuck her against a tree when my sister has probably already sent out a search party to find her.
I like getting a little quick victory over her, getting her all flustered, but being this fucking vulnerable makes her stronger than she's ever been. And it makes me weak.
As she groans into my neck once again I snake my hand to her chin, pulling her head upwards so she's forced to look at me.
She bucks lightly into my hand as I continue to fuck her, chasing release.
I circle her clit harder and curl my fingers deeper at the same time before leaning forward to kiss her.
Her moan is absorbed into my mouth, sloppy and wet and raw as her tongue slides against mine. The sensation of kissing her hits me again, that rush of adrenaline or something else that gives me a high. I tilt her chin higher, deepening the kiss, our lips crashing together.
I can tell she's close. Her pants are rougher, her mouth is permanently open, letting my tongue fuck her, rather than actually kiss back. I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers in the wet mess leaking from her.
I pull back, "You gonna come for me, pretty girl?"
She nods but it's a bit broken up - she's a little distracted.
I drag my tongue up her neck, placing a wet kiss under her ear before whispering, "You're such a good girl, letting me finger fuck this pussy. Now I want you to let go for me, okay?"
She just nods again, arms bracing round my neck, fucking her pussy against my fingers, chasing her high with a glazed look in her eyes. Her walls tighten, just on the edge.
I move back and tilt her head on my fingers again.
"Words, Ava."
"Yes," She pushes out in a pant, "I'm going to come-"
And she does, as soon as she says it. Slickness floods my fingers, my hand covered in her juices. Her voice ripples into a deep moan, only muffled as she buries her head in my shoulder again. The vibration charges my skin, reminds me of how hard I am. But it's not about me.
It takes her a moment to recover and I fuck her slowly through the aftershocks, fingers gently pushing in and out of her cum-slick pussy.
Her breath begins to slow, eyes meeting mine and blinking.
I think she's going to talk but she doesn't, thrusting her face against mine and drawing us into another bruising kiss.
We stay attached for a little too long, savouring the way our tongues mesh, lost in the sparks between us.
Eventually, I drag my fingers out of her cunt as she unwraps her hands from my shoulders, shakily going to pull back up her panties and pull down her very ridden-up skirt. When she focuses her attention on me I have my fingers just breaching my lips.
I push them into my mouth, sucking off every inch of her release. It's a mix of salt, sweetness and her, it's addicting, it's everything I knew it would be. Better than frosting for sure. She watches in awe as I lick the remnants off each finger, devouring what she gave me.
"You gonna say thank you, or...?" I mutter jokingly, wondering what she's even going to say.
We just did this, for real. Me and Ava. Fuck.
I never thought this would happen, ever, in a million years.
I never thought I would enjoy it this much, either.
"And don't say it was fine," I add, "Unless you're trying to kill me."
She smiles, properly. She was too busy moaning into my shoulder to manage one before.
"It was..." Her voice tails off, eyes searching for the word.
"Life-changing?" I offer, "Incredible, fantastic, the best orgasm you've ever had?"
"It's the first orgasm I've had in a long time, okay?" She spits out, whispering quieter on the word orgasm as embarrassment clouds her cheeks, "I haven't done anything in a while so it was... intense."
I haven't thought much about her history with guys, I've even wondered if she was still a virgin at times.
Though clearly, she's not. I know she didn't date back then, I don't know how much that has rung true in the future.
Either way, knowing I was the one to make her feel so good makes pride bloom in my chest, that possessiveness clawing at me.
Something in me wants to be the only one to give her that.
I narrow my eyes, "Good intense or bad intense?"
"Good," She admits, "But don't flatter yourself."
I know that she's playing it down, I can tell by her flustered cheeks and the way she clears her throat like she hasn't quite recovered.
Her hands begin to smooth down her hair, messy from the tree and the force of us colliding.
But her eyes are still sparkling. I hate the stupidly goofy smirk across my face right now.
"I need to get back, before Riley thinks I've actually gone missing," Ava sighs, beginning to move a little away from me.
I catch her wrist before she can go properly and her gaze meets mine inquisitively. It feels like there's something that wasn't there before, something deeper.
"Are you actually okay, though?" I say strongly, cutting the jokey tone from my voice.
Like when she was drunk, or outside the hospital, or at the cinema, making sure she's okay has consumed me. I care about this, about her, properly. She's the only person who can get me to show it, let alone ask her directly.
She nods, smiling again, "Better than okay."
Before I can doubt that she leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, just like our first one a few seconds before we stopped holding ourselves back. It's affectionate in a way that pokes at the walls of my stone heart.
"Maybe you can flatter yourself a little..." She mumbles, reducing her voice to a whisper against my lips, "I don't think anyone's made me come that hard, ever."
Then she pulls away, like she didn't just say that.
Like none of this happened.
My head spins.
Ava is going to be the death of me.
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