35. Ford
CHAPTER 35
FORD
I want a cigarette right now more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I’m pretty sure Wes swiped them just to fuck with me.
“Thought you quit,” he remarks without even looking up from his phone as I rifle through the junk that’s collected on the side table next to the recliner, tossing an old lighter and a crushed Red Bull can to the floor.
“Changed my mind,” I growl, fingers finally closing around a crumpled pack with a lone cigarette inside.
“Those’ll kill you, you know.”
I fight the urge to chuck something at Wes’ perfectly styled blonde head. “We’re all gonna die sometime,” I mutter. “May as well have a little fun along the way, right?”
He looks up with a sigh, probably pissed that all my rustling is distracting him from whatever’s so damn important on his phone. Coordinating plans for the upcoming Halloween party, probably. “So, what’s got you smoking again?” he asks absently.
“Besides the fact that my dick’s broken?” I snort.
He raises an eyebrow, suddenly a whole lot more interested. “Broken?”
“Don’t get too excited, it’s just a temporary condition,” I grumble, brushing him off. Except he’s all ears now, leaning in like he expects a story, so I give him a different one. “The senator called,” I grit out, cringing at the mention of my father. “Said I have to make an appearance at some bullshit charity gala coming up. Wants me to bring a date, play the part of the doting son.”
I spit the last words out like they leave a bad taste in my mouth, which they do.
The cigarette will help with that.
“Why don’t you take Ava?” Wes suggests, his eyes already drifting back to his phone screen as if the topic bores him now.
“Yeah, he’d love that,” I scoff sarcastically. “The low-class daughter of a hooker on my arm…” I abruptly trail off as a lightbulb goes off in my brain. “You’re a fucking genius.”
He looks up just in time to see me grin as I start for the door. “Wait,” he calls after me. “What did you mean about your dick being broken?”
I pause, pivoting back around with a frown. “Tried to get a blowjob from Turner to lift my spirits, but Monty just wouldn’t wake up.”
Wes rolls his eyes, snorting a laugh. “It’s seriously fucked that you named your dick.”
“Monty Python disagrees,” I snicker, grabbing my junk and sticking out my tongue at him.
He waves me off irritably as I spin back around, striding for the door and exiting our apartment. I’m still chuckling to myself as I descend the stairs to the ground floor and push through the back door of the building to step outside, promptly lighting up a cigarette and sucking in some much-needed nicotine.
This is gonna be so fucking good. The thought of Ava all dolled up for the gala and my father’s face when he realizes who she is– pure gold . I take a long drag from my cigarette as I picture it in vivid detail: Ava in some slinky little dress, all big eyes and flushed cheeks. Dad’s expression when I reveal her background, throwing the whole pristine event into chaos. Ava in my bed after, adorably na?ve and grateful for a fancy night out, finally giving it up.
I smoke and brood, already feeling a million times better now that a plan’s coming together. It’s going to piss off exactly the right people in exactly the right way, and as much as I was dreading attending this thing, now it might actually be fun.
The possibilities for ruining the event play on repeat in my mind, growing more elaborate and satisfying with every drag of nicotine. There’s a pause in my thoughts as I flick ash onto the ground and take a new mental angle. Would Raf freak if I stole her v-card? He hasn’t made any moves to claim it yet, and all this foreplay is getting tedious.
I crush my cigarette against the brick wall, letting the ember fall in a perfect arc to the pavement below. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I turn and punch in my door code to head back up to the apartment, ascending the stairs two at a time.
Wes is still right where I left him, lounging on the couch with his phone in hand. He glances over at me as I enter, instantly reading the grin on my face. “Looks like you’re in a better mood,” he comments.
I shrug, keeping my expression neutral. “Guess I like charity work.”
His laughter echoes off the walls as he returns his attention to his phone. “Yeah, and I’m the fucking pope.”
Stretching my arms out in front of me, I link my fingers and crack my knuckles. “I’ve gotta admit,” I say casually, “I think Ava’s gonna look good in a gown.”
Something flickers in Wes’ expression, and I just know he’s picturing it. He can keep denying the truth, but it’s obvious the poor fucker is obsessed with that girl.
“I can’t wait to see how this blows up,” he murmurs, shaking his head.
“Oh, it’ll blow up,” I promise, letting my double entendre hang in the air as I pivot on a heel and start down the hall toward Ava’s bedroom.
The door bangs open when I kick it in, and I’m invading her space before she even realizes what’s happening. The wide-eyed deer-in-headlights look she gives me is a treat as she looks up from the nest of books strewn out on her bed, appraising me warily.
“Wanna go to this fancy charity gala with me next Saturday?” I ask, advancing into her room.
Ava’s expression doesn’t disappoint. Her lips immediately turn down in a frown, gaze narrowing suspiciously. “Are you really asking, or is this your way of telling me I’m going?” she bites out, her tone as sharp as a paper cut.
I chuckle to myself as I lean a shoulder against the dresser, knowing it’ll piss her off further to see me acting so comfortable in her space. “Well, I’d really like you to say yes, but if you don’t, you’ll still have to come anyway.”
My lips spread into a grin as I watch her weigh her options. She’s like a rabbit caught between a snare and a hungry wolf– either way, her ass is mine .
“So romantic,” she clucks, rolling her eyes.
“That’s me,” I reply smugly, gaze dropping to tour her form. Her lavender top clings to her upper body like a second skin, all tight and revealing, and don’t even get me started on the little gray plaid skirt she paired with it. “You look hot today, Ava baby,” I remark, whistling in appreciation.
Her cheeks flush bright red and she grabs for a pillow to cover herself.
“Don’t be shy, let me see you,” I coax, feeling the familiar rush of blood to my dick.
Maybe it’s not broken after all.
“I’m studying,” she snaps, as if that’ll actually deter me. “Yes, I’ll go to the charity thing with you. Can you leave now? I’ve got a test tomorrow.”
I turn to head for the door and her brows shoot up. She’s shocked I’m actually leaving.
But I’m not.
“Nah,” I sigh as I kick the door closed, sealing us both in her bedroom. A devious grin curves my lips as I swivel back around to face her. “Think I’ll stick around.”
She glares daggers my way, clearly pissed, but little does she know that attitude only makes me want to stay more.
I pace back over to her dresser and lean against it, watching as she pretends to ignore me and focus on her books. Her lip’s caught between her teeth, a nervous little habit that I’m dying to replace with something else.
“I’ll make sure you have a dress for the event,” I murmur, wetting my lips with my tongue. “Something real nice.”
“How thoughtful,” she replies sarcastically.
“Anything for you, Ava baby.” My voice is a low drawl, and I know what effect that exact inflection has on her.
Her cheeks flush again and she shifts on the bed, shrinking behind the pillow she’s still holding in front of her.
I close the distance between us in a single stride and reach for it, tossing the pillow aside. “Stop hiding, I wanna see you.”
She huffs a breath as she snaps her head up, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why do you always do this?” she demands, but there’s definitely less bite in her tone now.
“Because I can,” I say, looking her over again, a predator sizing up his prey. “And because I know you like it.”
She snatches up the pillow again, tossing it at my chest. I catch it easily, laughing. This is exactly where I want to be– right in her face, pushing her buttons, watching her squirm.
Ava falls silent for a moment, her eyes dark and unreadable. Then she lifts her chin, trying to act tough. “You should go,” she says, but it sounds more like a question than a command.
“No thanks,” I reply, moving in closer and dropping down onto the edge of her bed. “I’m real comfortable right here.”
She’s stiff as a board, every muscle tense, and I can practically feel the heat coming off her. She’s trying so hard not to look at me, but she can’t ignore my presence forever/
I inch closer, watching the way her body reacts to every movement I make. Her breathing is all uneven, and I swear she’s going to snap any second now.
Finally, she does, brown eyes blazing with fury as she whips her gaze on me. “Why are you doing this?” she demands.
I shrug noncommittally. “Because I want to.”
“Well I don’t!” she fires back, her voice catching.
“Liar,” I chuckle, eyes locked on hers.
Ava shifts her weight, pressing her thighs together, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her. That defiance is starting to crumble, and all she can do is sit there and stew in her own anxious anticipation as she waits for me to make my next move, knowing I’m not done yet.
I glance around her room at all the little pieces of her strewn throughout the space. Her Corvus College hoodie slung over the back of the desk chair. Her hairbrush on the dresser. Some boring old book on the nightstand.
“What do you do when you’re in here by yourself?” I wonder aloud, swiping a hand over my chin.
“You’re looking at it,” she grumbles without glancing up from her textbook.
I reach for her nightstand beside the bed, pulling the drawer open and leaning over to snoop inside.
“Hey!” she protests, eyes wide and offended.
“Where are your toys?” I question, sticking a hand in her drawer to rummage around and coming up empty. Just some books, chapstick, and a bottle of Tylenol. Boring.
Ava wrinkles her nose in confusion. “Toys?”
“Yeah, like your vibrators and shit,” I murmur, glancing back at her.
Her shock is too genuine to be fake. Ava’s lashes flutter as she blinks at me in disbelief, shaking her head.
“You don’t have any ?” I ask dubiously.
Her cheeks flame as she reaches up to untuck her hair from behind her ears, trying to hide her blush. “Why would I need them?” she scoffs.
“So you touch yourself the old fashioned way, then?”
Ava’s full lips part, a little puff of air escaping.
Monty jumps with interest.
“I don’t do that,” she insists, chestnut hair swishing around her face as she shakes her head adamantly.
“Yeah right,” I laugh, knocking her drawer closed and pushing up to my feet. “There are two kinds of people, Ava baby. Those who admit they masturbate, and those who lie and claim they don’t.”
“You’re a pig,” she spits.
I shrug. “I’m a man.”
Taking a step back, I study her for a moment, enjoying the view. She looks like she’s been gift wrapped for me, every curve on display in that skimpy skirt and top.
“How do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” I ask, a filthy image already forming in my mind.
“Ugh!” she groans, reaching behind her for another pillow to toss at me. “Get out!”
“No, I wanna see it,” I press.
“No way!” she barks.
“Either show me, or I’ll touch you instead,” I challenge, squeezing my dick through my jeans. “Your choice, but you’re about to get off for me either way, Ava baby.”
She knows damn well I’m not bluffing, and the reality of what’s about to happen makes her adorably flustered. A fresh blush paints her cheeks, lips parting on a sharp intake of breath.
“Go on,” I coax.
Ava glares back at me, defiant to the end. But she knows what’ll happen if she refuses. I’ll just take what I want, as is my right as King. Almost subconsciously, she reaches up to fiddle with the charm at the base of her throat. I see the exact moment she accepts that this is happening, a flicker of something like resignation in her eyes blending with a little spark of excitement.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” she mutters, swiping her books aside angrily. She slowly eases back against the pillows, legs still pressed tightly together as she shifts around to get comfortable.
“Show me,” I direct, rounding the foot of the bed to give myself a better view.
She hesitates, but my eyes are still locked with hers, my stare unyielding. Her hand slides tentatively down her stomach, dipping between her thighs.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching as her little skirt starts riding up. “Don’t stop.”
She doesn’t, but she’s also still taking her sweet ass time.
“Higher,” I encourage. “Lift that skirt, babe. Let me see what’s mine.”
There’s another flash of defiance in her eyes, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she grapples with whether to comply. Then, oh so fucking slowly, she bunches up the fabric of her skirt until her virginal white panties are exposed.
Still obsessed with those.
“Slide them to the side,” I say, practically drooling with anticipation. She hesitates again, but only for a split second before she sweeps her underwear aside and her pretty pink cunt is on full display for me, every bit as tempting as I remember.
“Fuck, Ava baby,” I rasp, palming the front of my jeans. “Keep going.”
Her fingers hover over her mound, then touch down, rubbing in slow, hesitant circles over her clit. Her cheeks match the color of her pussy, all flushed and embarrassed.
I unzip my jeans, finally freeing my dick from its denim prison as I watch her. Raf has already laid claim to her virginity, but I’m not sure how much longer I can respect that. Her virgin pussy is practically screaming to be stuffed full of some cock, and I’m definitely up for the job. My jaw clenches as I smear the bead of precum from my tip down my shaft, pumping up and down in lazy strokes.
I watch Ava and she watches me, pupils blowing out as she continues rubbing herself. My dick definitely isn’t broken–it’s hard as a rock while watching her play with herself, the movements of her fingers more confident as she works up the courage to start enjoying it.
“There you go,” I coax, my voice rough. “Is that how you like it?”
Ava whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut as her fingers move faster. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m already dangerously close to blowing my load.
I brace a knee on the edge of the bed, Ava’s eyes flying open at the feeling of the mattress dipping beneath my weight and zeroing in on the motions of my hand pumping my length.
“Fuck, just like that,” I pant, and she promptly resumes her ministrations, working herself up, dipping a finger into her opening. Her moans are breathy and sweet and have a direct line to my dick.
I’ve always liked to watch, and in this moment, I swear not touching her is only adding to the experience. I stroke my cock faster, feeling the heat pool and rise low in my belly.
“You like that, Ava baby?” I taunt, my breath sawing from my lungs in ragged pants. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”
She gasps, back arching off the bed as she topples over the edge of release. Her features contort, body shuddering, the picture of uninhibited bliss. I see every wave of pleasure crash over her as she comes hard, and within seconds, I’m following, blowing my load all over my hand and groaning her name like it’s the only word I know.
The only sound in the room is our labored breathing as we slowly descend from the high, Ava pulling her skirt down with an embarrassed huff.
As if she wasn’t just touching herself for my viewing pleasure.
Like I didn’t just get her off without even laying a finger on her.
The girls who claim they don’t touch themselves are always the closeted freaks. She just needs to let go and embrace her sexuality– and lucky for her, I’m here to help her do just that.
Ava avoids my eyes as she sits up, smoothing her rumpled clothes and combing a hand through her hair.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” I announce, reaching for the hoodie draped over the back of her desk chair.
“Hey!” she objects as I use it to wipe the cum off my hand, tucking my dick back into my jeans with a grin and zipping up.
“You’re a real piece of work,” she mutters, folding her arms over her chest indignantly.
There’s something so satisfying in the way she acts like she doesn’t want it when it’s so damn obvious she does. I toss her a wink as I head for the door, leaving her room a whole lot more satisfied than when I entered.