Chapter 25
RAWLEY
Iwalk ahead of Avery as we go inside Landon’s house, hand in hand. We make our way through the front hallway, and I see Connor lounging on the couch.
“Hi—” He stops himself, likely seeing the urgency on my face. I don’t even respond to him, just keep it moving.
“Hi, bye,” Avery says to him behind me as I pull her toward my room.
Whoops, guess Connor will know now about the latest development between us. I can’t wait for that interrogation.
As soon as Avery’s in my bedroom, I shut the door and turn to face her.
“Eager?” she says, stepping toward me.
“Fuck yes, I am.”
I meet her in the middle of the room, our mouths melding instantly.
Finally alone, finally able to really explore whatever this is.
I feel her tongue slip between my lips and stroke inside my mouth. It’s nice to feel how much she wants me, and it helps me start relaxing into the moment.
After a few seconds, I wrap my arms around her, sliding my hands down her lower back and pushing our bodies together.
She moans, and I take that as a chance to reciprocate. Claiming control, I own the kiss for at least a minute, a little surprised she lets me.
She doesn’t always want to be in charge. Noted.
That moment is short-lived though. She breaks the kiss, and before I can react, she’s stripping her little black shirt off. I’m left staring at the black lace bra she has on underneath, her dark pink nipples visible through the material.
Then she’s reaching around her back, and—off goes the bra.
God, her skin is so creamy, and the perky handful in view is the same.
I’m absorbing the sight, which has appeared faster than my mind can process.
She catches me looking and glances down at herself. “They’re not the biggest.” She doesn’t sound upset, just factual.
“They’re beautiful.”
Not acknowledging the compliment, she puts her hands on her shorts as if she’s going to take them off too.
I put my hand to stop her.
“Wait. Slow down.” The words are out of my mouth before I think about what I’m saying, but it feels off that she’s rushing.
Luckily, she doesn’t object. The opposite, if anything. Her right hand strokes my bicep, and a smile rises on her face.
“Sorry, it’s been a while, and I’ve been thinking about this for days.”
“Same.” I lean down and kiss her. It starts softer this time.
“That just makes me want to cherish this even more,” I confess in between the moments our mouths are joined.
I feel so fucking lucky that this is happening at all, and I want to appreciate every damn second.
Eventually, the heat between us rises, organically this time. She lines up our lower halves, and I slink one arm around her back again, bringing my free hand to the smooth underside of her tit as I pull off her mouth.
“Oh,” she groans.
Encouraged to go for more, I roll her nipple between my fingers, which causes her knees to buckle slightly.
“Sensitive? You said I get to taste you tonight. Does that include these?”
“There weren’t any limits on the bet, I suppose,” she gasps out.
I hum and bend my head down, taking her left nipple between my lips.
Brushing the flat part of my tongue against it, I feel her body shiver. Loving these signs of what she likes, I repeat the motion and pinch her other nipple at the same time.
She presses against me firmly. “Oh, that feels good.”
I take that as a cue to keep up the motion, and let her shift more weight against the arm I’ve wrapped around her.
“I got you.” I make my voice quiet, so she isn’t shaken out of her haze. “I love seeing you this way, Avie.”
She melts against me further as I continue playing with her nipples. I’m single-minded about her pleasure, basking in the sounds she’s making.
Finally, after another couple of minutes, she gently pulls my head off her and claims my lips with her own for a swift kiss.
“Let’s get naked,” she says after our mouths part, her voice husky.
“Mmhm.”
I don’t want her to rush to take the rest of her clothes off though. I want to savor this.
So I reach for the clasp of her shorts myself, and then going slow, slow, slow, I unbutton them. Not pulling them off her right away, I slide my hands under the now loose fabric, onto her ass.
“Do you like being touched here?” I ask as I squeeze the firm globes, bare thanks to the thong-style of her panties. She’s strong, but her skin is so silky-feeling, and I bet it’s that same porcelain color.
“I don’t hate it.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
The fabric starts to slide more, so I push her shorts down, and she shimmies them the rest of the way off.
My hands go to her hips right as she pushes forward to kiss my lips, and then I weave my fingers under the thin lace straps of her panties.
“This was a good bet,” I can’t help but tease.
“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” She brings her hand down to cover my rock-solid bulge. “I kind of wish I had won though.”
She’s rubbing me with a good amount of pressure, and it’s suddenly hard to think straight. “Careful, Avie, it’s been too long for me to stay under control.”
“Kinda the point,” she whispers, kissing my neck.
I let myself enjoy everything she’s doing, because yeah, it’s been a long time. Having her touch me is out of this world. But then I feel myself getting too far along, and I know I better stop us.
I put my hands up on her shoulders and gently push back, putting space between our bodies.
“We can worry about me later. I want to claim my”—I glance down at her panties—“taste.”
She considers my request, nods, and then tells me her own: “Shirt off, please.”
No objection to that, I whip it off. I’m left only in my shorts. “
She takes in my chest, and then brushes a line down my abdomen with her index finger. Whatever she’s thinking, she keeps to herself.
Her head tilts up to mine as she finishes the motion.
“So, for this, do you want me to lie down on the bed, or…” she says with a grin, “do you want to lie down?”
It takes me a second to catch up with what she’s implying, but then the image of her riding my face takes root.
“The second. Please.” Fucking obviously.
Without waiting for her to respond again, I get on the bed.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she replies. “I’m going to take these off now, okay?” Linking a finger into each side of her panties, she tugs suggestively, her eyes locked on mine.
I lick my lips and nod.
That’s the only affirmation she needs before slipping them off, inch by inch. Once they’re gone, she smiles as I steal a glimpse of her pussy. Pink and pretty, with neatly trimmed black curls.
Before I can focus on that image for too long, she lies down next to me, rolling over so she’s half on my body.
“Hey,” I say, like the doofus I am.
She smirks. “Hey there.”
Mercifully keeping me from saying more, her mouth approaches mine, and I bring my hand to cup her face. The kiss is immediately deep, our tongues connecting.
I’m grateful that we restarted at that slower pace earlier, because this feels more naturally charged. Hot, but intimate too.
Avery shifts slightly, and—oh fuck, she starts rubbing her bare pussy against my leg.
Needy much, Avie?
Slotting my hand in between our bodies, I glide it down along the smooth skin of her stomach to those curls until I reach the soft wetness of the top of her pussy.
“Yes,” she says breathily between kisses. She stops rocking against my hip, and arches instead to meet my hand.
“You’re so wet for me already,” I observe, as much to myself as her.
“Touch me.”
On that instruction, I move my fingers on her more purposefully. Searching for what she likes, I soon find out—she huffs out as I reach the nub of her clit.
“Yeah, that’s so…that.” She stops talking, closing her eyes as I double down on the speed my fingers are working her.
Our kissing has stopped as she focuses on the sensations of our other contact, but whatever.
“I want to hear how you sound when I make you come, Avie.”
It’s not a line; I’m dying to bank that memory.
I don’t need to wait long, and when she reaches her peak, she grips my forearm in a way that will definitely leave a mark.
But I don’t give a shit, because her moans are my goal.
She takes a few moments to come down, shaking, still half on top of my body. My dick is painfully hard, but he’s going to have to wait—we haven’t even claimed the prize from our bet.
She kisses my pec, before resting her chin on my chest, looking up at me.
“We got off track.”
I chuckle. “I don’t mind.”
“A bet is a bet,” she repeats from our earlier exchanges. Before I know what’s happening, she’s reaching underneath my shorts and boxers, her hand firmly around my dick. “He doesn’t seem to mind either.”
All of my senses are immediately attuned to where she’s grasping me. “Fuck.”
“Let’s stay off track.” She grins, sliding along my torso and pushing my clothes down my legs.
Her hand comes around me again, and my dick springs up more, if that is even possible. And then holy shit, she sinks her mouth on my tip.
I black out once her mouth is around me, and I’m barely surviving as she rolls her tongue along my slit, her free hand now cupping my balls.
Needless to say, I don’t last long. It’s been months since something other than my own hand touched my dick.
“I’m—shooting,” I try to warn her only a short time later, but she doesn’t remove her mouth. When I let go, unable to hold it longer, she takes every drop.
Christ.
Usually, I bounce back pretty fast, but it takes me a solid couple of minutes to find my voice. I lie there, breathing deeply as she rests her head against my hip.
Finally, I feel recovered, but man, did I really get this knocked out after only a few minutes of her mouth? “I’m sorry, that was not a strong performance.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m a sure thing.” Her tone is teasing, thank fuck. Familiar territory.
“Come up here. On my face.”
Glancing up at me with a smile, she doesn’t hesitate. She straddles my body between her knees, moving up to hover over my head.
And suddenly, I have a front row view of that beautiful pussy. Damn, I’m ready for this to happen, and so is she apparently.
“Time to make good on the bet, Avie. Grab the headboard, sit yourself right down, and give me a chance to taste what I won. ”
She gasps at my direct words, but complies in an instant. Grasping her hips at the same time, I position myself so my tongue can reach her in the right spot—and yeah, she tastes incredible.
I’ve only done this a few times, so I start slow, exploring her with my tongue and lips, and she follows that pace, moving against me. A few moments later, her hands settle on the wood frame of the bed, and her rocking takes on a more confident cadence.
Her soft warmth snug against my lips now, I let her set the rhythm, serving her as her body demands. My tongue presses against her clit, and I start flicking it with each pass, her soft cries a reward.
“Please don’t stop…” Her voice fades at the end.
“Hmmm hmmm,” I acknowledge.
Little noises of pleasure are all I get until she starts to shudder, and I try to hold myself steady against her so she can control the amount of friction she wants.
“For the love…” she says, gasping as she goes over the top.
I feel her dripping on me, and I lap it all up. I’m not even sure whether we’ll do this again, so I want to enjoy every last part.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she adjusts so she’s resting on my chest, and then drifts over to lie next to me.
We’re still touching along our bodies, her arm draped over my abs.
A few minutes of silence go by.
“Thank you,” she says eventually, her hand starting to play along my skin.
“Thank the bowling alley for that strike.”
My voice is raspy, but the line still lands and she giggles quietly. “Definitely not giving credit to either of our bowling talents.”
“We don’t need those type of skills, luckily.”
She lets out a few more giggles then yawns.
“You want to sleep here?”
“Is that okay?”
I turn on my side to face her directly. “Of course.”
“It’ll help keep Landon in the dark too.”
Landon is the last thing on my mind, but yeah, I guess she’s right.
“And your mattress is really comfortable.” she continues. “So these sleepovers aren’t the worst thing before a game.”
“Well, that’s good.” Though Landon’s decorator deserves the kudos, not me.
“Or the orgasms,” she teases faintly, before yawning again.
That’s also good to hear, but I try to stay cool. “We wouldn’t want to affect your game tomorrow.”
“No worries about that.”
“I promise I’ll last longer when it counts.” Oh shit, maybe I shouldn’t assume? But she should know I’d die for a chance to be inside her. “I mean, if that happens sometime.”
“I suspect it will.”
Her sleepiness doesn’t hide the amusement in her voice, and I can’t resist poking at her in return.
“So your ‘no dating athletes’ rule doesn’t mean you won’t fuck one?”
It’s a joke, but also—yeah, I want to know.
Her eyes flash, and then the corners of her lips turn up.
“Not anymore.”