31. Ava #2
“Ava,” he warns when I glance down at his cock, sitting hard between us.
My mouth waters to taste him, my stomach feels like a thousand butterflies have taken flight.
We’ve never done this, even though he’s tasted me a few times now.
I’ve thought about it a lot. What it would feel like. If I would do a good job.
Fuck it.
Sinking to my knees in front of him, he curses under his breath. I look up at him, reaching up and wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking him once from root to tip. He’s impossibly hard, and faced with this new, daunting task, he’s also huge, and I wonder how he ever fit inside me.
His hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb running over my wet lips, and his gaze searching mine. I don’t like this look. This serious contemplation of what I mean to him. Like maybe he took it too far and now he’s just as far gone as I am, while both of us refuse to admit it.
“Thank you for the flower,” I whisper, and his hand moves up to brush my hair back from my face.
“This isn’t what it was about,” he murmurs gruffly.
“No,” I reply, stroking him again. His hand goes back to the wall, and his abs tense in front of me. “This is just for fun.”
I feel powerful with him like this. At my mercy, instead of the other way around. I continue to stroke him slowly, agonizingly, and lean forward, the tip of my tongue sliding up the underside of his cock, over the vein there, until I reach the head.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his eyes fluttering closed, and I bite back a grin.
I lean back and run my tongue over his head, tasting the precum there. I get drunk on the taste of him, wrapping my lips around him and sucking just the tip.
“Fucking hell, Ava.” His voice is hoarse, and my pussy clenches at the bite in his tone. Like he’s trying to let me take my time, but he desperately wants to push himself to the back of my throat and fuck me.
My knees are sore from the hard tile, and my back is in protest, but I ignore it all, delighting in the way he groans deeply when I slide him further into my mouth.
It’s been a long time since I’ve given a blow job. My ex always said I wasn’t good at it. To Levi, it seems like the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
He stares down at me, eyes on fire. Like he’d give me anything if I just kept going. This is what I’ve always wanted. Someone who makes me feel like I can be comfortable taking what I want.
He may be rough and crude. He may fight in underground fight clubs. He may say the dirtiest things to me when he’s inside me, but he’s got a soft side that can’t be beat, and I’m finding—with some dismay—that he’s only soft with me.
I stroke him into my mouth, taking half his length and withdrawing back to the tip. He’s so quiet, it’s like he’s afraid of scaring me off, and my mind is starting to run rampant. Like maybe I’m not doing as well as I thought, despite how hard he is for me.
“Am I doing a bad job?” I ask, breaking free from his cock. I continue to twist my hand in slow, even strokes, and when he looks at me, his gaze is scorching hot.
“Why the fuck would you say that, Ava?”
I shrug one shoulder.
“You’re quiet.”
“So?”
“You’re never quiet.” My cheeks flame, and I fight the urge to look away.
His hand leaves the wall, and he brushes away a water droplet clinging to my lashes.
“I’m completely obsessed with you, Ava Lynn.
All I can think about is pushing into the back of your throat and fucking your mouth until you have more of me than breath in your lungs.
Seeing your eyes fill with tears and your thighs clench because it turns you on to choke on my cock . . . that what you want to hear, baby?”
Holy. Shit.
My thighs rub together at his words, heat slipping through my bloodstream.
“I want that,” I breathe, before I can even think about the consequences.
“You don’t want that, Ava.”
I nod, suddenly sure of it. Now that he’s brought it up, there’s nothing I want more.
“Please?” I whisper, stroking him a little faster. His jaw feathers, and when he brushes a thumb across his lips, I catalogue the slight tremor in his hand.
Okay, so maybe I am getting to him.
“Suck my cock, Ava.” His voice takes on that commanding edge I’ve come to love, and my core flutters in response.
Leaning forward, I hold his eye contact while I slide him back between my lips.
He hisses out a breath between his teeth, his hand resting on top of my head.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Just like that. ”
He pistons his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth slowly, but pushing further with each stroke. I want him unhinged. I want his roughness and his desire. I don’t want him to hold back with me.
When he pushes further back in my throat, half his length in my mouth, I gag around his cock, and he grins savagely.
“There’s my girl. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that sound.”
Oh. My. God.
“You like sucking my cock?”
I moan in acquiescence, and he curses, his body tight under my grasp.
I reach up with my other hand, teasing his balls. I move them around in my palm, and he groans, the sound reverberating through him. He widens his stance, his fingers tightening in my hair until he’s controlling the movement, fucking my mouth.
My eyes sting, my tears mixing with the water slipping over us, but all I can think about is making him come. I suck in a deep breath through my nose, pushing further until I can feel him at the back of my throat. He takes away my air, and my body reacts, jerking under his grasp.
“You’re going to make me come in this pretty little mouth, sweetheart.” I pull back, choking when he releases me, stroking his cock and sucking in heaving breaths. “Want me to fuck your throat?”
I nod eagerly, wanting to feel him come undone for me. Closing my lips around him again, I release my hand on the base of his cock and press my fingers to his thighs. His hand tightens in my hair, and his other comes under my chin to hold me steady.
Then he’s pushing past the confines of my mouth and into my throat. I choke around his cock, tears and saliva streaming down my face, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
“That’s it, baby girl. Open up for me. Make me come.”
My stomach clenches at the nickname, and I blink up at him through tears. He pushes harder, fucking into me deeply, and I only have a split second when I feel him swell in my mouth before he comes.
“ Fuck . . . Ava . . . ”
I swallow everything he gives me greedily, choking as it hits my throat. He pumps his hips into me, and I keep my gaze pinned to his, moaning with the vibrations of his body under my fingertips.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, a shiver rolling through him.
He lets go of my hair, but before I can fall back, he’s reaching down and hauling me to my feet.
His hands grip my ass, and he lifts me into his arms, my back hitting the cold tile behind me when his lips meet mine.
He kisses me ferociously, both of us breathing heavily when he reaches between us, grips his cock, and slides it inside.
“Oh my God, ” I whimper, my head falling back against the tile. Distantly, I register his fingers digging into my skin, his cock pushing inside me with a burn.
“Fuck, I love the little sounds you make,” he growls in my ear. “Who makes you come, Ava?”
“You,” I pant, my hands gripping his shoulders while he moves inside me. “Always you.” His lips find mine again, and he swallows my cries while I beg him for more, knowing even as I do, it will never be enough.