23. Ava #2
Okay, it’s not all the mind-blowing orgasms. It’s something deeper. The desire to feel craved. Wanted.
Knowing that this man wants me so much, he was willing to create a contract so he could fuck me.
I actually want him bad enough that my blood feels like it’s laced with fire.
My inner thighs are slick with need, and there’s a dull throb radiating through my core when we make our way inside the mansion and up to the second story, where our rooms are.
The sounds of his heavy boots on the carpeted hardwood floor underneath us seem to mimic the sound of my heart, beating loudly against the inside of my ribcage.
He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s stolen my breath with the simple touch of his hand on my lower back when he leads me down the hall.
He pauses at my door, and both of us turn, stopping when the other opens their mouth to say something. His eyes flash, roaming over my body, and just like that, my morals take a swan dive out the window.
I throw myself at him, lips landing against his. I didn’t expect him to catch me and haul me up against him, but his arms lock around me, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth, and his tongue slips against mine, teasing. Tempting.
He’s only really kissed me one time, but it’s all I’ve been able to think about since. The taste of him on my tongue, the brush of his stubble against my skin. The dizzying haze Levi Cross seems to create in my brain.
Levi kisses with everything he has. Somehow . . . I still need more.
“Please,” I breathe against his lips. His hands knead the bare flesh of my hips, under the flowy material of my sundress. I want him to rip it off me, push me down into the mattress, and make me his good girl. In fact, I’m craving it.
“Fuck,” he grits when I grind against the length of him resting heavily against me. It’s not enough. The tightening of his fingers on my ass tells me he feels the same way.
He hauls me inside his room, not bothering to put me down when he shuts the door behind us.
My hands roam over him, lips finding his pulse racing in the side of his throat, and I ignore the pang of something deeper, kissing there instead.
My lips trail over the stubble of his jaw, nipping and sucking a path back down his skin.
“What’s gotten into you today, baby girl?” he rasps, placing me on top of his dresser, just inside the door. He fists my hair, his other hand sliding between us to palm my breast through my dress. I bite my lip against the moan that threatens to slip free, needing him closer.
My hands instantly go for the button of his jeans, and he lets me, hissing out a breath through his teeth when I manage to slip my hand inside and fist his cock.
“I want you,” I breathe, my voice breathless as I stroke him. His hand in my hair tightens painfully, dragging my face back to look at him. There’s something dark in his gaze, but I can’t place what the feeling is.
“You want me to fuck you, Ava?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. His gaze follows the movement, and for a split second, he looks torn. “Please? This is why we’re here, isn’t it?”
Like a whip cracking, his demeanor changes. He’s no longer gentle and sweet, but demanding and rough, just like I need him.
In a flash, he drags me off the dresser, spinning me around to the bed. He pushes me over the side and hauls my hips back when I fall forward.
I can feel his hardness pressing against my rear, teasing me when he slips his hands under the hem of my sundress and raises it over my hips. I shiver in the night air, but seconds later, when I feel his fingers sliding over the soaking wet material of my thong, I don’t much care.
“Mmm . . .” he hums, and the sound goes straight between my legs. “Soaking wet, Ava. Is this for me?”
“Y-yes,” I breathe, arching my back when he moves my panties to the side and slips his fingers through my folds.
“Tell me what you want, Ava.”
My cheeks flame, but I know I’ll never get what I want if I don’t tell him.
“Fuck me,” I beg, my fingers digging into the thick comforter of his bed. “Please.”
“Whatever you want, baby girl.”
He knocks my legs apart, widening my stance and moving between them. It’s almost too far, but one look back at him over my shoulder makes me completely forget how uncomfortable it is. He looks like a madman. One as desperate to touch me as I am for him.
He aligns himself at my entrance, pushing inside, and both of us moan, the sounds of heavy breathing filling the room.
He presses his hand to the center of my back, forcing me to arch for him and let him slide inside. I grip the bed underneath me, my eyes fluttering closed at how freaking good it feels to finally get him inside me after thinking about it all night.
When he finally reaches the hilt, I’m gasping for breath and so hot, I’d have melted to a puddle on the floor already if it weren’t for him holding me up underneath him.
“That’s it, let me have it, Ava,” he croons, and I whimper as his cock stretches me wide. “There’s my girl. You take it so fucking good for me.”
“Jesus, Levi . . .”
“Whose girl are you, Ava?”
“Yours,” I answer without missing a beat. “Yours.”
“Damn straight. Mine . Now, arch your back for me.”
I press myself further into the bed, allowing him to slip deeper, to hit that spot inside me that only he’s ever been able to find. My pussy clamps down on his cock with each stroke of him inside me, and he fucks me deep, picking up his pace until his balls slap against my clit.
It’s rough, impatient, and dirty, but it also feels so fucking good, I wouldn’t ask him to stop if God himself walked through the door.
His hand slips around the front of my body, toying with my clit, and I swear to God, I see stars.
“Levi, please . . .” I moan, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes from how good it feels to be his. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” he grits, pulling out of me completely.
I whimper at the loss of him when he tosses me onto my back and stands back to look down at me.
He slips his hoodie over his head, and my eyes catch on the sight of his cock, still wet with my arousal, shining in the moonlight.
He removes his T-shirt next, and I admire the view of him, completely naked, when he drops his jeans and kicks off his shoes.
Levi Cross may as well be cut from marble. The man is complete perfection.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” He climbs back onto the bed, looming over me. His hands slide up my thighs to my panties, and with a snap, he rips them off. I jerk at the sting, but his fingers caressing my skin numb the pain, replacing it with pleasure. “So fucking beautiful . . .”
He rips the buttons holding my dress, sending a few scattering across the room.
He pulls it off and tosses it behind him, leaning back to admire his work.
Reaching down, he grips his cock in his hand, and the few strokes he gives it are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Notching it at my entrance, he pushes back inside me, moving painfully slow while he fucks me in long, deep strokes.
“You look so fucking sexy like this, Ava,” he rasps. “Waiting for me to fuck you. Begging to come.”
He slips his hands around my back, unsnapping my bra and tossing it behind him. I bite back a moan when his fingers toy with my nipples, pinching and teasing until I’m arching underneath him.
He grins deviously in the moonlight, looking every bit like the devil come to steal my soul when the shadows catch his handsome features.
“You like that?” he hums, and I nod feverishly. “Yeah? You like me playing with your nipples while my cock’s buried inside this sweet little cunt?”
God, if it were possible to get off on dirty talk alone, I would have by now.
My pussy is so wet, I feel it dripping down the curves of my ass.
He’s doing this on purpose, staving off my orgasm.
Driving me crazy with it. It’s a form of torture, but even as the desperation takes hold, I find I want it.
I want my pleasure in the palm of his hand. I want him to make me his good girl and let me come on his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you, Ava. You’re not going to come until I say so. Understood?”
“I understand,” I breathe, fisting the comforter on either side of me.
He takes my hips, angling me so he can fill me completely. He presses my legs further apart, almost painfully, as I stretch to take him.
Then he fucks me.
He ruts inside me, fucking me so hard and fast, I can’t think.
I can’t breathe. I can’t feel anything but him.
My mind goes hazy, the need to come so overpowering I’m sure I’m going to break my promise and come before he lets me, but I force myself to hold off, even as he’s hitting the perfect spot.
“Please, Levi,” I whine, my nails digging into his hands on my hips.
He doesn’t stop. His head kicks back as he fucks me deep, hard, and fast. A groan tears from his lips, and he powers into me even harder.
The sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, and I’m sure I’ll have bruises on my hips from his touch.
“God fucking damn, Ava. You feel so fucking good on my cock. This tight little pussy was made for me to fuck it.”
My back arches, my eyes rolling back in my head with each thrust, and I’m so close, I can taste it.
“You’re doing so fucking good. Waiting like a good girl to come. It’s going to feel amazing when you do, sweetheart.” He leans over me, his hand leaving my hip to grip my chin. His fingers dig into my jaw, pressing my mouth open. “Open wide. Stick out your tongue.”
I do, and he surprises me by spitting in my mouth. It’s both disgusting and fucking exhilarating.
“Good girl. Swallow,” he orders, and I do, my pussy tightening to the point of madness.
“You’re so obedient when you want something, baby girl,” he rasps, his hand sliding down to pin my throat to the bed. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Say it, Ava. Ask me nicely.”
I don’t even have the good sense to be embarrassed. I do want it. I want it more than anything.
“Please, Levi, may I come?”
He shudders, looming over me. His fingers tighten around my throat, digging into my flesh. My lashes flutter, but he doesn’t take away my breath.
What does it say about me that a part of me wonders what it would be like? To give myself over to him completely.
“Fuck . . . Come for me, Ava.”
Like he lit a match after dousing me in gasoline, my entire body lights up. White hot light shoots behind my eyes, and I come hard with a cry. His hand covers my mouth, silencing my cries, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby girl.” He thrusts inside me twice more before he pushes himself to the hilt and comes with a powerful groan, his head kicking back as he fills me.
When I float back to Earth, I collapse against the bed, completely spent.
Unfortunately, Levi has other ideas.
Hiking me up by the hips, he flips me back over onto my hands and knees.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he says, and I can practically hear the sinister grin on his face. “We’re just getting started.