7. Ava
Chapter 7
Ava
He balls the fabric of my blouse in his fists and pulls me to him, crashes his mouth on mine. We kiss each other furiously, as though deep down we’re still angry with each other.
My shoe hits the floor with a loud thud as he walks me backward and then pushes me back onto the sofa.
My eyes burst open at the shock.
He drags off his t-shirt, and I catch my breath, seeing perfectly formed lean muscles on his towering frame. Solid torso with a six-pack, and firm, defined arms.
My hands move over his stomach, his hard chest, a body gifted by the Gods. But he’s the same man he always was. Now, like back then, he doesn’t even know how sexy he is.
He takes my hair, smoothing it to one side as he kisses my neck. A shiver skates down my spine. But it was always like this with him. He always knew how to strum my body and work me into a frenzy. Nothing has changed.
He takes my hands, entwining our fingers, and stops and stares. “You’re so beautiful, Ava.”
He doesn’t give me time to answer. “I want to feel you next to me.” His voice is raspy, kind of begging. “Say yes.”
I don’t say yes, but he sees the answer in my eyes. He doesn’t need to hear my words. We want each other. We need each other. If only for a few moments—or the night.
His lips drop on mine while he eases the zip of my skirt. A bolt of desire rocks through me as the fabric falls from my body.
“Learned some moves,” I say as his feather-light kisses move over my shoulder.
He smiles as he pulls at the hem of my top, dragging it up my body and over my head. I stand in front of him, only dressed in a lacy bra and matching panties.
“I can’t stay.” I say.
“Can’t or won’t?” he asks.
Finn walks around me, his finger tracing my spine until his gaze lands on my eyes, waiting for his answer.
“Can’t,” I reply.
His eyes roam the length of my body. His stare is intense, making me feel worshipped.
He tilts his head. “Why?”
I should tell him…
I take a deep breath, glance up to see the dancing of the river making patterns on the ceiling.
Can I take the risk?
I reach down and grab my skirt and top off the floor, shrugging the top over my head. I need to go home. I need to get away from him.
“I made a mistake. I have to go,” I say, pulling my skirt up my legs.
“What did I say?” Finn’s eyes go from teasing to sorrowful so quickly it hurts.
I look around his apartment, wondering where my bag is, and notice it on the sofa near the large window overlooking the river. I walk away from Finn and take it.
“Don’t go,” he says, taking the bag from my hand. “I won’t rush you. I promise. Have a drink with me... Please.”
“A drink.”
“Please.”
I nod lightly. He takes my hand and as we stroll to the kitchen.
He takes two bottles from the fridge. “Red or white?”
“You pick,” I say, glancing around at his home. “You have a nice place.”
“Yeah, Dad pays the rent as part of my package. Which allows me to save up for a deposit for a place of my own. Mom wants him to give me my inheritance now, so I can buy a place while the property prices are only expensive rather than astronomical.” He pours two glasses of wine and hands me a glass.
I laugh. “I’m surprised your mom didn’t win that argument. If I remember rightly, your dad worships her.”
Finn’s eyes lower to the floor and I see his Adam’s apple rise and fall.
“Is everything okay with them?” I press the glass to my lips, and take a big swallow and wait.
His face turns serious as he puts the wine bottle in the fridge and focuses on my eyes. “No.” He doesn’t elaborate, and the air sucks from me as the quiet in the room lurches toward awkwardness.
“I won’t ask. But if you ever want to talk about it, I can be there if you want me to be.”
His arms wrap around my waist, his head slowly dips before resting on my shoulder. He stays this way, silent, contemplating, wanting to say something but not daring or not wanting.
His hands caress my back, tracing each bump of my spine. I close my eyes, nestle into him. A sweet moment, just like the past.
“It was always supposed to be us,” Finn says. “You shouldn’t have left me.”
“And you should have explained rather than get angry with me. You told me you hated me,” I say.
He kisses my neck, my hand rests gently on his head. It’s as though he needs the closeness but doesn’t want to talk anymore. His mouth covers the distance from my neck to my lips in a flash.
Unzipping the skirt I’ve only just put back on, he pushes the fabric over my hips. “Let me be close to you.”
Our eyes meet as his fingers slowly trace over the lace of my panties.
Slowly, his fingers slide under the hem as he kisses me again. Carefully stroking my skin until his finger reaches my clit. I writhe against him as his finger tempts me.
I gasp into his mouth as one finger penetrates me while the pad of his palm nudges at my clit. Between his finger, hand, and his tongue in my mouth, I’m on the edge of an orgasm, and it’ll be the quickest of my life.
“Finn...” His name leaves my mouth in a gasp as he walks us slowly to the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed.
His eyes are on mines as his large hands open my thighs, moving my panties to one side and he presses one kiss against my pussy. I want more of him, need to feel him again, to hear him grunt, to see his face screwing up with pleasure like I remember. But he pulls away and kisses down my legs, away from the place he had taken me near to climax.
“Beg for it, Ava. Beg for me to be inside you.”
His rough stubble scratches against my skin as his tongue slides back up my thigh, and I want more.
“Please,” I whisper.
He smiles against my thigh before his tongue probes the most intimate part of me, jolting me with shock.
His touch causes my insides to flutter.
“Finn,” I cry out.
My fingers spread over his head before I pull on the strands. I'm moaning with each stroke of the tip of his tongue as it massages inside me. His thumb circles my clit, and just as I convulse, he wraps his hands around my thighs, opening them further for him to explore.
“I want you,” he says. His eyes flash with need. “I know you want me too.”
I groan. It’s almost too much. My body responds to his confidence. My pussy clenches, wanting so much more. “I do.”
He drags off my underwear and kneels between my open thighs, gazing appreciatively at my body.
“Please,” I beg again.
“How much do you want me? Was it always me?” His fingers massage my clit, unrelenting.
“Do you have a condom?” I breathe.
“Did you make Jameson wear a condom?” he huffs.
“I never had sex with him,” I admit.
“Oh. Everyone else?” he pushes.
“Everyone? Do you think I’ve had a load of lovers?” I push him away.
“I just need to know,” he demands.
“I’ve only allowed one man inside me, and that is you,” I say, not that others believe it. “You?”
“Only you too,” he says with a smile.
My heart sings. I didn’t want to know if he’d loved someone else, especially as he’d spent a lot of time with one girl in particular.
“I still want you to wear a condom,” I tell him.
“I don’t have any,” he says.
I narrow my eyes at that. “In my bag,” I say. I always carry them. There’s always a friend in need that I need to look after—being a single parent did that.
I watch as he brings a condom back to the bedroom, and he sits on his heels, suiting himself. He covers me, pressing kisses against my neck, my face, my lips as he teases the tip of his hard dick against my entrance.
He looks me in the eye as he drifts in and out of me. “It should have always been us.” I can’t help but notice a sadness in his voice.
“It would have been if it hadn’t been for the video,” I whisper. I hate Noah changed everything that night, ruined my happily ever after with Finn.
“Was it always me?”
“Yes,” I tell him, truthfully, and with that he slams his lips back onto mine, pushing his dick further inside me. My mouth opens as I remember every inch.
“Things happen for reasons,” he says. “Not sure what that reason is yet—” He sighs as he slips deeper, grabbing my hands with his, pushing them out to the sides as he thrusts into me over and over,
Our hands remain clasped, our eyes locked as the momentum of us together becomes real once again. Two people who loved each other once, now just breathing and enjoying the way we feel together. And it feels so good.
I feel every throb inside me, and even though we aren’t moving fast, it’s causing my blood to thunder through my veins.
He pulls off me, almost withdrawing. His hands remove from mine and press onto the bed beside my face as he slams into me, so deep that the line between pleasure and pain blurs.
“Do you like that?” he asks darkly.
I nod, and he does it again.
And again.
Over and over.
I match him.
My back arches, meeting his hips as he pounds into me, our bodies slapping together in a punishing, angry rhythm. Yet it’s satisfying and sexy listening to the sound of us fucking.
He growls as he pushes harder. This is Finn at his utmost possessive. He’s not cruel. No, this is him showing me who owns me.
He drives his cock into me again and again, pushing me to the brink of what I can take, as goosebumps scatter over my skin.
I put my feet over his shoulders. He grips my hips, nailing me into the mattress so fast and hard I have to hold on to the sheets.
He tilts back and slams into me again, each thrust hitting the perfect spot.
“Oh,” I gasp, getting so close to relieving myself of all my pent of frustrations.
“On your knees,” he whispers, his tone demanding. He withdraws quickly, holding my hips, and spinning me around before he pulls me onto my knees, and thrusts his cock inside me again.
I groan, the sound of our bodies slapping is so loud that I’m sure the neighbors will hear.
“Come for me, Ava.” His rasping breaths warm over the shell of my ear.
Thrust after thrust and my climax is building again. The sensation of it shivering through my spine. More erratic thrusts from Finn and my arms feel weak, and like he knows, he spins me onto my back again, entering me so quickly a shiver tingles across my skin.
“I want you to look at me when you come.”
The intensity of our movements turns wild and passionate. His quick breath fills my ear as he sucks on the side of my throat.
Blood rushes through my ears, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Finn,” I yell, feeling the roll of my climax as I shake beneath him.
“Open your eyes and l ook at me ,” he whispers as my heart thuds for the gorgeous man over me.
A few more thrusts.
“Oh, my God … Finn.” I cry out as the waves of passion crash through my body.
“Fuck, Ava,” he roars as we stare at each other as we reach the peak.
Our orgasms melting into one, but Finn doesn’t stop as he presses for every moan I can give him.
He gives me one last punishing thrust, shuddering as he holds onto me as his body shakes above me.
He collapses on top of me, breathing hard and rapid.
But when he lifts his head from my neck to my face to look at me, all I can see is the love he once had for me.
And I remember everything I lost.