27. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Corbin
This is a bad idea.
The words repeat over and over in my mind as I drive to Avery’s apartment building. I’d memorized the address days ago when she’d invited me to her place. The truth is, I’ve been talking myself out of showing up at her place every night for the past week. But tonight, I’ve given up trying to resist her. Tonight, I’ m giving in.
Avery answers the door before I can finish knocking. She’s standing there, barefoot in the same dress she wore all day at the shop. Before I can tell myself for the millionth time how bad an idea this is, she’s in my arms and my mouth is on hers. I kick the door closed behind me as I walk her backward into the room.
This. This is what I needed.
The thought flits through my brain even as I slide a hand up to cup Avery’s breast. I’ve dreamed of touching her like this for the past week. She tastes just as sweet as I remember. Sweeter. Maybe it’s because I’ve been denying myself for days but kissing her is even better than I remember.
“It’s just sex,” I say between kisses.
“Yep,” she whispers against my mouth. “Just sex.”
I trail my lips over her jaw.
“No strings.”
She reaches for the hem of my shirt, her hands skimming over my belly.
“No feelings,” she says.
“Fuck no,” I agree. “No one can know.”
“I can keep a secret,” she says.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Agreeing to a secret fling with my new apprentice. It’s not like me. But I can’t deny I want this. I want her. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.
“You’re still on birth control?” I ask, sliding my hands under the hem of her dress.
“Yes,” she says. “And I’m clean, remember? ”
How could I possibly forget? She’d delivered the news casually as we’d sipped coffee 2 days ago. Jessie and Noah had been only a few feet away. I’d thought for sure one of them would hear her. But they hadn’t.
“So am I,” I say.
“Good,” she says, pulling my head down so she can kiss me. “Because I don’t have condoms.”
“I might have some in my car,” I say, backing her against the wall. “If you want to use them.”
My mouth trails down over her neck, kissing and sucking lightly. She gasps and presses herself harder against me. I feel her hand slide over the front of my pants, lightly gripping my cock through the material.
“I’m not giving you time to come to your senses,” she says.
“It’s way too fucking late for that, angel,” I say, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she gasps.
“Why do you call me that?”
I grin down at her. “Because you look like such a good girl. A proper angel who does what she’s told. Afraid to do anything that might get her into trouble.”
She squeezes my cock again, her hazel eyes locked on mine. “This feels like trouble,” she whispers.
She’s right, I know. This is the definition of trouble. But I can’t seem to stop myself. Especially not now that I know how good it is. I’d been stupid to think one taste of her would be enough .
“You’re right,” I say. “But even angels can fall from grace.”
Avery unsnaps the button on my pants, and I grab her wrist, halting her movements. If I let her get those fingers wrapped around my cock, I won’t last long. I’m too wired tonight. I want her too much. When she turns those questioning hazel eyes up to mine, I give her a smile. I need to maintain some semblance of control. And I can’t do that if she’s jerking me off.
“Slow down,” I say. “There’s no hurry.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Says the man who broke several speeding laws to get here in record time?”
I grin. “That was so I wouldn’t have time to change my mind. Besides, I didn’t want you to come before I got here.”
“You told me not to, remember?” she whispers. “I can obey.”
I raise a brow at her. “Since when?”
“Try me.”
Excitement hums low in my belly at the thought of it. An obedient Avery. What would that look like? Do I believe it’s possible? There’s only one way to find out. I’ve already had her hard and fast, up against a wall. Maybe it’s time to slow things down a bit. Savor this moment. Releasing her, I take a step back.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.” I inject a command into my words that’s unmistakable.
The slight widening of her eyes sends a delicious thrill through me. She’s not sure what I’m going to do to her, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, she wants it. She craves my touch as much as I crave hers. She wants every depraved thing I want to do to her and more. And that knowledge gets me so fucking hot.
I can feel my heart pounding as my gaze roams over her, memorizing the way she looks right now. She’s standing there motionless, as if debating whether to comply. Hell, I’m not even sure she will. She rarely does. I wonder if she’ll be a brat, pushing back against my dominance until I force her to submit. My dick grows harder at the thought, if that’s even possible. I feel the tension in my body growing and I clench my fists at my sides to keep from reaching for her pretty neck. I want her to decide what happens next. She has more control than she knows, and I want her to use it.
I meet her hazel eyes with my own and I can see the desire there that I know matches my own. I raise an eyebrow in a silent question. She knows just what I’m asking her. She hesitates long enough that I’m almost convinced she’s going to be a brat. The idea sends a rush of excitement through me. As much as I crave control, I can’t deny I love the way she challenges me at every turn. Even though we both know how much she wants this. She’s made it clear over the past week that she wants me. If I thought for a second that she wasn’t as into this as I am, I wouldn’t have come here tonight. But I know she gets off on it just as much as I do. She opens her mouth to speak, shocking me with her words .
“Yes, sir,” she says in a soft voice, her eyes locked on mine.
The rush of satisfaction I feel at those words nearly brings me to my knees. I feel my cock straining painfully in my pants now as I watch Avery’s mouth quirk up into a wicked smile. She knows exactly what effect those words just had on me, and she loves it. Even though she just agreed, I still feel a slight surprise at the sight of her turning slowly away from me to face the wall. Reaching up, she places her hands on the wall above her head.
I stand there looking at her for several seconds, admiring the lines of her body and the trusting manner of her stance. She can’t see me; can’t anticipate my next move. But she’s obeying me, standing motionless with her hands braced on the wall. Waiting for my next move, my next command.
“Beautiful.”
I don’t know if I meant to say the word, or if it just slipped out, but it doesn’t matter. It’s true. She’s beautiful like this. Waiting for me, submitting to me. I move closer, my footsteps silent as I approach. I’m close enough now to reach out and touch her, but I don’t. The anticipation is half the fun. Besides, I need the precious seconds to gain some control over my own body.
“What am I going to do with you?” I murmur.
“I’ve got a few ideas,” Avery says, her tone playful enough to dispel some of the tension in me.
I huff out a laugh, smiling when I see goosebumps pop up in the wake of my breath on her neck .
“I bet you do, angel,” I say. “But tonight, I have my own ideas for what to do with that body.”
“Then do it.”
The words are a taunt. A dare. And it sends another thrill through me. She wouldn’t be my Avery if she meekly surrendered without at least a little sass. My Avery? Where had that thought come from? She’s not mine. That’s not what this is. This is just sex. Just a fun way to release some tension. That’s all. Annoyed by my own thoughts, I push them aside and bring my focus back to the moment.
“There’s that smart mouth again,” I growl. “What if I stuffed that smart mouth so full of my cock you couldn’t do anything but moan?”
She sucks in a breath at my crude words as if they excite her. I watch as her hips shift slightly and my mouth quirks up into a knowing grin.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” I whisper. “You like the idea of me fucking your mouth until I come down your throat. You might look like an angel, but you’re just as dirty as I am. You want me to do all kinds of filthy things to you, don’t you?”
She nods immediately, making me grin wider. Damn, I love that about her. She doesn’t try to hide what she wants from me. She doesn’t pretend.
“I bet if I pushed my fingers between your legs right now, you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” I murmur.
“Only one way to find out,” she says, the breathless tone in her words betraying her excitement .
I consider doing just that. I could tease an orgasm out of her with my fingers before taking her from behind. But another idea comes to me. One I think I like better.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I say. “Why don’t you show me?”
She doesn’t hesitate for a second before reaching down to the hem of her dress and pulling it up to expose her thong-covered ass. My hands itch to touch her, but I hold myself back.
“Take them off.” My voice is soft, but there’s no mistaking the command in my words.
I smile when she hooks her thumbs under the waistband without hesitation, sliding her panties down over her hips.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper.
She steps out of the scrap of silky fabric and places it into my waiting hand. Then she turns and puts her hands back on the wall before I can remind her. I smile at her automatic obedience. This woman is a constant surprise. Reaching down, I flip the skirt of her dress back up onto her back, exposing her to my gaze.
“That’s better. I want to see this pretty ass.”
I slide my open palm down over the rounded globe of her ass, loving the way my tattooed hand looks against her smooth, unmarked skin.
“God damn, angel,” I whisper. “Seeing you like this? Your ass on display? Makes me want to do all kinds of dirty things right now. ”
I feel her tense slightly under my touch and I know I’m making her nervous.
“I know,” I murmur. “Not tonight. You’re not ready for that yet.”
She relaxes slightly at my words. “I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I just—”
“Shh,” I interrupt. “Never apologize for what you feel. There’s no rush.”
She nods. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Without warning, I lift my hand and bring it down with a swift smack onto her ass. It’s not hard enough to truly hurt her. It’s just enough to sting and echo in the quiet room. More of a reminder than a punishment. Avery gasps and her body jerks slightly.
“Stop apologizing,” I say, my words a clear command. “Understand?”
She hesitates for the tiniest moment before nodding.
“I can’t hear you,” I say.
“Yes, sir.”
I lightly rub my hand over the faint pink smudge on her ass where my hand landed, taking away any lingering sting.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “Now don’t move. I want to look at you.”
I reluctantly remove my hand from her ass and take a step back so I can take in the sight of her before me. Seeing her like this, back slightly arched, hands on the wall, so compliant as she waits for me to tell her what comes next; it sends a dark thrill through me. I could take her right now, and she’d let me. The idea has merit, but the more I consider the options, the more I realize what I want right now is to taste her. Things were so rushed between us last time that I didn’t get the chance. But tonight, we have all the time in the world.
I can see her pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal and all I want is to bury my face in it. I want to lick and suck her until she’s screaming out her orgasm. I want her to beg me for my cock before I fill her tight pussy. But first, I want to play a little.
“Touch yourself,” I say. “Show me how wet you are for me.”
Avery moves her feet, widening her stance a bit before reaching down between her legs. I keep my position behind her, watching her fingers as they slide over her slick cunt. She sucks in a little breath when her fingers brush against her clit. My cock is painfully hard as I watch her touch herself, but it’s nothing I haven’t grown used to over the past week. It’s so difficult to stand here watching and not touch her. But I know the anticipation is going to make it that much better when I finally do have her. I can be patient.
Avery’s fingers glide back and forth through her slick heat, teasing her opening before moving back up to circle her clit. My own fingers itch to replace hers, to plunge inside her and rub against her g-spot until she’s rocking backward on my hand and screaming with her release. But it’s not time for that yet. I’ll let her keep going for a little while longer .
“Slide your fingers inside,” I say. “Fuck yourself the way you want me to.”
She sucks in a breath in surprise, but she doesn’t hesitate this time. I watch as she pushes two fingers into her wet pussy. Her back arches even more, giving me a better view of her fucking herself the way I commanded. She works them in and out, her breaths coming faster with each movement of her hand between her legs. My eyes roam over her as I commit every detail to memory. The curve of her spine, the way her dress is flipped up onto her back as she bends over, the slight quiver in her arm as she braces herself against the wall; it all combines to paint an erotic image I know I’ll never forget. I adjust my cock against the suddenly constricting confines of my pants.
Avery’s breaths are coming faster now, even as she continues to work her fingers in and out. I can tell just how wet she is from the sounds her fingers make as they pump in and out of her pussy. The knowledge that she’s so wet and needy has my cock impossibly hard. Time to change things up.
“Play with your clit,” I order.
Avery’s fingers immediately slide out of her pussy. They’re glistening with the evidence of her arousal now as she slowly begins to stroke her clit. I can tell she’s keeping the pressure light. Even so, her legs are starting to quiver the tiniest bit. It’s a telltale sign she’s getting close to an orgasm. I’d love to watch her come right now. But I’m selfish. Because I want to feel it even more. And tonight, I want all her orgasms to be mine.
“Stop.”
Her tiny gasp is loud in the quiet room. Her hand swirls over her clit twice more before going still. I smile.
“I told you not to come without me, remember?”
She nods. Before I can remind her to use her words, she surprises me by saying, “Yes, sir.”
A warm pleasure radiates through me. “You really are being such a good girl tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers. “I’m trying to be.”
Her voice is almost a whimper, and I can hear how badly she wants to come. Needs it. Fuck, why is that so hot?
“I’m proud of you,” I say. “For being such a good girl, I think you deserve a prize.”
She nods, a small, needy sound escaping her.
“Don’t move,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head.
I quickly strip off the rest of my clothes until I’m standing behind her totally naked. I give in to the need to touch my cock, giving it a slow stroke as I look at Avery. I know she probably expects me to step up behind her and fill her waiting pussy with my cock. And I want to. I will, but not just yet. I’ve got something else in mind first. I stand close behind her, unable to resist reaching out to stroke a hand over her ass.
“Play with your clit again,” I say. “Don’t stop until I say you can. ”
“But—”
I smack her ass, harder than before this time. Something between a whimper and a moan escapes her and her body jerks. This time, I know there will be a handprint on her ass. That image is one I can’t wait to see.
“Don’t argue,” I say in the same commanding tone I’ve been using since we started this little game.
Her hand starts moving between her legs again and she lets out a little whimper at the sensation.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
I smile as I drop to my knees behind her. She really is a good fucking girl when she’s not being a brat. Even then, I can’t deny that I love it. I get off on making her submit, and she gets off on pushing back against my control. But tonight, she’s not pushing back. Tonight, she’s giving me almost total obedience. It’s not like her, but I can’t pretend I’m not loving it. Tomorrow we can go back to our usual dynamic. Tomorrow, she can push me until my control snaps. But tonight, I’m being deliberate and precise. Tonight, I’m going to show her just how much I appreciate her obedience.
Gripping her ass in both hands, I lean forward and give her pussy a lingering swipe of my tongue. Her hand falters the tiniest bit, and she gasps before continuing the circular motion on her clit. She tastes just as good as I’d known she would.
“Don’t stop and I won’t,” I say before burying my face in her pussy again .
“Yes…sir…”
Her gasped reply would make me smile if my mouth weren’t already busy. Her fingers are still strumming her clit and she’s rocking back against my face. I love knowing I can drive her wild like this. I could keep my face buried in her pussy for the rest of the night if she’d let me. I love her taste on my tongue. I love the little sounds she makes as I lick and suck her. I keep it up, plunging my tongue inside her while she works her clit with her fingers. She’s gasping now, her body shaking as she gets closer to the edge. I ease back enough to push two fingers inside her. She’s so wet and ready that they slide in easily.
“Don’t stop,” I say when her hand falters slightly.
When she regains her previous rhythm, I begin pumping my fingers in and out, bumping up against her g-spot each time. Her moans grow louder with each thrust of my fingers inside her. Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over the sensitive patch of skin just above where my fingers are working her over. Avery sucks in a shaky breath, but when she doesn’t object, I do it again. I pump my fingers in and out of her body as I lick and kiss that spot, loving how responsive she is. When my tongue finally glides over her puckered asshole, she gasps in surprised pleasure, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
“Oh, god,” she whispers, but she doesn’t pull away or ask me to stop.
I use my free hand to grip her ass as I keep fucking her sweet pussy with my fingers. All the while, I go to work on her asshole with my tongue. I lick the sensitive rosebud, alternating my tongue’s movements as she begins to quiver against me. Her pussy is soaked now, and I know she’s going to come any second. I crave it. I need her orgasm like I need my next breath. I keep going, working my tongue over her backdoor as she strums her clit and I pump two fingers in and out of her. Her moans are music to my ears. I pump my fingers faster, swirling my tongue over her flesh in rapid strokes. All at once, her body goes rigid, and she clamps down against my fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck!”
Avery’s body shakes with the force of her orgasm, and she moans incoherently, thrusting back against my face as her pussy pulses around my fingers. I don’t stop moving, fucking her with my fingers and mouth as she falls apart. When her cries eventually fade and her hand slows to a stop, I give her asshole one last lick and slide my fingers out of her. Our harsh breathing is the only sound in the room.
“Come here,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and pulling her backward and down.
She doesn’t offer any resistance, her legs weak from her orgasm. I pull her back against me and quickly fit my cock to her entrance as my mouth finds her neck. I deliver a biting kiss as she sinks down onto my cock, letting out a moan when she’s fully seated.
“You feel so good,” she whispers, reaching back to tangle her hands in my hair.
I smile against her skin. “Just the beginning, angel.”
I slide one hand up to her breast, lightly pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb making her gasp. Rocking my hips upward, I thrust into her, wringing another gasp from her. She grinds down against me and I feel her clench around me.
“Ride me, baby.”
Avery doesn’t need any more encouragement. She begins to move, using her legs to work her body up and down on my cock. She moves slowly at first before building up speed. It feels incredible. She feels incredible. Every slick, hot slide of her pussy around my shaft sends another bolt of lust through me, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. I crave that release even as I try to keep it at bay for as long as possible. I want her to be with me when I go flying. I need her release as much as I need my own.
Reaching down between her legs, my fingers find her clit. She gasps again, but her pace doesn’t falter. She keeps moving, pushing down onto my cock faster with each flick of my fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “You gonna come on my cock? I want to feel it.”
She moans again, beyond words. I can feel the tension in her body building. She’s so close. I love that I know that about her. I love that I can tell when she’s about to explode. I love that I can bring her to the brink and push her over the edge. She moans my name, and it drives me crazy .
“I’m right here, angel. Come on. Give me one more.”
My fingers slide over her clit faster now and I thrust up against her each time she comes down, pounding into her from below. The sexy little groans she’s making each time I bottom out inside her are almost enough to make me blow my load now, but I know I need to hold on a little longer. I need her to come first.
“Come for me, angel,” I growl.
I feel her clench around me just before she cries out. Her rhythm falters for the first time as her orgasm overpowers her. I take over where she left off, my arm around her waist and my hips thrusting up against her. She continues to spasm around my length, crying out again and again. The pleasure is indescribable. It’s too much.
“Gonna come, baby,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yes!” she cries out.
I can’t hold it off any longer. I feel myself hurtling to the edge and beyond it. With a groan that feels like it’s ripped from somewhere deep within me, I pull Avery down hard against me. My body goes still even as I come so hard stars dance behind my eyes. Her pussy continues to spasm around my cock, pulling every last drop out of me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
We stay like that for a long moment, still joined but completely spent. I’m not even sure my legs will work properly right now. But it was worth it. Our breathing is loud in the silence, but the sound of my racing heart is almost enough to overpower it. I can feel Avery’s pulse against my lips, and I know her heart is pounding just as hard.
“Holy shit,” she pants out. “I should be a good girl more often.”
I can’t help but laugh, my body shaking as I do. Avery joins in and it takes a few seconds for us to calm down and catch our breath.
“I like you being a good girl,” I say. I kiss her neck lightly.
“You know that’s pretty rare, right?” she says in a teasing tone.
My arms tighten around her waist, and I trail more kisses over her shoulder. “I know,” I say. “But I like not knowing which Avery I’m going to get. The brat who pushes back against me, or the obedient, dirty girl who does everything I tell her.”
“Not everything,” she says, but her tone isn’t convincing.
I grin. “Want to put that to the test?”
“Not tonight. I’m exhausted.”
She’s right, I know. It’s late and I've got to work tomorrow. I should get cleaned up and go home. But I find myself reluctant to let her go. I like holding her this way. I like having her body pressed against mine. To my utter horror, it’s not even about the sex. I just like having her close to me. That realization has alarm bells ringing in my head. I’m not supposed to want to keep her close. This is just sex. I’m not supposed to want to stay here and hold her a little longer. That’s not why I came here tonight. What the fuck is wrong with me?
With that thought, I gently ease her off my lap and stretch my cramped legs. Avery stands and makes her way to the bathroom. After a few seconds she returns wearing an oversized T-shirt.
“You’re still on the floor,” she points out teasingly.
Because I’m trying to figure out how the hell I ended up here.
“My legs were numb,” I lie, moving slowly and groaning as I stand.
Avery’s eyes track over my body, assessing. “It was your idea,” she says. “Besides, you still look pretty spry to me.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Was that an old man joke?”
She laughs and walks over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Absolutely not,” she murmurs. “You are far from old.”
Bringing my arms around her, I pull her against my naked body, my hands skimming under the hem of the shirt to cup her bare ass.
“Damned right,” I say, bending down to kiss her smiling lips.
Leaning back, I eye her. "How old are you, anyway?"
She grins. "24."
I close my eyes. "Fuck. I'm way too old for you."
"Nah," she whispers, pulling me down for another kiss. "You feel like just the right age to me. "
Again, I have the thought that I need to leave now, before I no longer want to. Do I want to? I can’t tell anymore. I know I should . But I don’t think I truly want to go. And that’s a problem. This thing with Avery is temporary. It’s just for fun. I’m not supposed to want to stay here with her all night. I’m not supposed to want to spend time with her when it’s not sexual. But that’s just what I find myself wanting. Which is why I pull myself away from her and reach for my clothes. I need to put some distance between us before I do something stupid like ask if she wants to be the big spoon tonight while we sleep.
Seriously. What the hell is going on with me? I’ve had casual sex before. I’ve even had friends with benefits. Hell, I practically invented the secret fling. But this thing with Avery? It doesn’t feel like those other times. If I were being honest with myself, I’d have noticed it that first time we hooked up. But I’d been blinded by lust and a pair of hazel eyes. Not to mention really fucking good sex.
“I’m going to head home,” I say, keeping my gaze focused on pulling on my pants so I can’t see whether Avery looks disappointed.
“Yeah, it’s getting late,” she says.
I can’t tell from her tone if she’s bothered by my leaving. Besides, it’s not like she’s asking me to stay. Maybe she’s ready for me to go so she can crawl into bed and sleep alone. I wonder if she hogs the covers. Does she sleep sprawled out like a starfish? What does it say about me that I’m dying to know ?
“I’ll see you Tuesday,” I say.
Avery walks me to the door of her apartment, and I lean down to kiss her one more time. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her lips, her taste. But I keep the kiss brief, the urge to flee warring with the urge to beg her to let me stay.
“Goodnight, Corbin,” she says.
“Night, angel,” I say, giving her ass a playful swat.
“Hey!” she says through her laughter. “What was that for?”
I grin and shrug. “Call it preemptive. You’ll go back to being bratty tomorrow.”
Smiling, she says, “Yeah, but you’ll love it.”
I don’t argue. We both know she’s right. I’m still smiling by the time I make it down the stairs and out to my car. Despite my earlier revelation about wanting to spend more time with Avery, my chest feels lighter than it has in years. I don’t let myself delve too far into the reason why. I want to just enjoy the moment for as long as I can. Tomorrow is soon enough for me to worry about all the reasons this thing is bound to end in disaster.