11. Ava #2
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously when he leans back, withdrawing his hand from my panties. He fists my leggings on either side of my hips and drags them down, completely exposing me to him.
His eyes light with fire when they slide over me, leaving a searing path in their wake.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathes, and I get the feeling he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you.”
In a flash, he’s flipped me over until I’m on my stomach. Hiking me up by my bare hips, he drags my panties down around my knees before he pushes my shoulders down to arch my back.
Then he licks me from clit to ass, and I nearly jerk out of my body.
He groans in satisfaction, his hands tightening to near-bruising strength on my hips while I let out a startled sound.
“Easy now, little ghost,” he chuckles against my skin. He circles my entrance, teasing me, and all I can do is dig my nails into the dirt and take it.
My eyes flutter closed, his quiet growl enough to make my stomach dip.
He licks me like a man starved, dragging my hips back to meet the thrust of his tongue inside me. It feels so good that I can’t help but rock against his tongue. His lips seal around my clit, and I can’t silence the whimper that slips free.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts against me. In a flash, he throws me onto my back before he dives back between my folds. My head thuds back into the dirt, my back arching to get me closer to his mouth, and my skin hot, despite the cool night air.
He looks feral in this light. Like a monster come to rip me to shreds, and with the way his lips latch around my clit. He flutters his tongue, and I actually think that might be true.
No woman could survive Levi Cross. That’s what makes him the unobtainable. Especially not when he growls in satisfaction when my thighs tighten around his head. It’s too much. Too powerful.
“Please . . .” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, at this point. Mercy or an orgasm. Somehow, they seem like the same thing.
Levi slips a hand between us, his finger sliding back inside me. My body sucks him in greedily, betraying how badly I want this.
“Look at you,” Levi purrs. He curls his finger up before slipping it back out to add a second. “So wet and willing for me. Your pussy is begging for my cock, Ava. You feel that? Feel how wet you are? It’s dripping into my palm.”
My head falls to the side. I can’t look at him when he’s saying such dirty things to me. His mouth is filthy, and the fact that it only makes me want him more is shameful.
“Tell me, baby girl... why would you agree to give me free rein to play with this body without any rules? You knew I’d catch you.”
Because I’ve wanted it for months . . .
“Momentary lapse of judgement,” I breathe, and he chuckles, dipping his head back down. He licks and sucks my clit until I’m not sure if purgatory is my safeword or the world I must have fallen into in my jaunt through the woods.
My hands fist in my hair, his hair. He growls in acquiescence when I roll against his tongue, his fingers pumping harder. He brushes them over some dark part inside me that only drives me closer to the edge.
So close. I just need . . . God, I don’t know what I need, but I know he does, and judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes, he’s withholding it from me.
“Tell me what you were hunting for?”
“Nothing,” I growl, but the sound is breathier than I’d like.
“Tell me, Ava, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll just hurt me.”
“Tell me what you were after, sweetheart, and I’ll make you come.”
God, I want to come so bad. With the way he’s grinding against me, the friction is impossible to ignore, but I can’t. If I tell him, there’s no chance for him.
“Come on, Ava. Give me all your secrets, and I’ll make you come for me. Your pussy is begging to come, isn’t it? You can feel yourself getting hot. Fuck you’re so beautiful.”
A sob wracks up my throat while he keeps my body suspended right on the edge. I’m so close, I need a little more, and this need I’ve felt growing over the past year can finally fade away, but he’s not letting me.
“I can’t tell you,” I breathe. Tears slip down my cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s from the overwhelming pleasure radiating through me or the knowledge of what he’ll do when he finds out.
“Why, Ava?”
“Because they’re going to hurt me,” I whisper, and that’s when everything comes to an abrupt halt.
My pussy tingles with the sudden lack of attention, but it’s my skin that feels like it’s on fire from the way his eyes glide over me.
“Want to run that by me again, baby girl?”
I shake my head, pinching my lips together. I feel like I swallowed a softball.
A shiver ghosts up my spine at the bite in his voice. Almost like he’s angry that I didn’t tell him sooner. Why would I? He’s made it clear from the moment we met that he wants nothing to do with me. At least, until now, when his cock is pressing against me.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
I suck in a shaky breath. I’m trembling with the adrenaline from my lost orgasm mixed with the fear of telling the man between my legs what they wanted me to steal from him.
“I don’t know,” I repeat. I swipe at the tears on my cheeks, and his eyes narrow. I can’t read the look in his eyes, but I bet it’s akin to the same look Julius Caesar gave Brutus.
He’s right. He is going to ruin me.
Abruptly, he leans back, grips my hips, and flips me back over onto my stomach. Hiking me up until my ass is in the air, he leans down, sealing his lips around my clit with a growl. He flutters his tongue until I come with a hoarse cry, my head buried in the dirt.
“Fuck, I’ve waited ages to hear that fucking sound,” he grits against my skin, raising up behind me. His hands roam over my bare skin, and I shiver with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
And just when I think he’s going to let me get away, he holds me even tighter.
“Not so fast, baby girl. We’re just getting started.”