15. Ava
Chapter 15
Ava
“There’s nothing better than looking at a guy and catching him already staring at you.”
I follow Liv’s gaze to David and Ed, who are getting another round of drinks at the bar. David’s focus is set on Liv, a smile tilting his lips.
“You should go for it.” I knock shoulders with her gently. “Enjoy yourself.”
Her eyes roam all over him. “Oh, I intend to.”
I laugh and lean into her side. I’ve had the best time since she arrived. It’s exactly what I needed after all the heaviness of the last couple of days.
“You could, too, you know?”
I wrinkle my nose as I look at Ed, who’s been flirting with me all evening. “He’s nice, but not my type.”
“He’s not a certain dark-haired, blue-eyed storm in a suit, you mean?”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Stop. I wish I’d never told you. ”
“Shut up. We’re best friends. Like you could ever not tell me about your boss spanking you and then getting you off in public.”
“They were moments of insanity. Nothing like that is ever going to happen again.”
“Sure.” Liv gives me a knowing smile. “Whatever you say.”
“Shh.” I elbow her as David and Ed pick up our drinks and turn away from the bar.
“Fine. But at least admit that Jet’s been good for your writer’s block.”
“Getting on a plane again was good for my writer’s block.” I lean back into the leather booth seat and blow out a breath. “Although I’m questioning why I decided to write it in the first place.”
“You need this. Your therapist suggested it years ago.”
“I know.” I scrub a hand over my forehead. “And it feels good to finally do it. It’s just dredging up old feelings, that’s all.”
“The nightmares?” Concern fills Liv’s eyes.
“A couple. Nothing major.”
I smile gratefully at Ed as he reaches our booth and hands me a drink. David drops beside Liv, and the four of us break into easy chatter. I laugh at their jokes, relishing the feeling of being carefree for an evening.
“Thanks,” I whisper, closing the car door as quietly as I can before waving Ed off.
I creep in the back door, removing my heels, and walk barefoot down the dark hallway, past the old staircase, and into the kitchen. I grab a juice from the fridge, pulling the lid off to take a deep gulp as I swing the door shut.
“Fuck!”
Jet is standing behind it like something from a slasher movie.
“Where the hell did you come from?”
“I was sitting on the back stairs.” He walks over to the sink, tipping the remnants of his water away, before turning to me. He’s wearing a pair of sleep shorts low on his hips… and nothing else.
“I walked right past you. You could have said something.” I put the juice back into the fridge. “It’s 2AM. Why are you even up?”
“You’re alone,” he states, staring me down as the moonlight illuminates him from behind through the window.
“Liv’s staying at David’s. Ed dropped me off.”
He looks to the side, sniffing and running a hand over his stubbled jaw. “Straight from the club?” Stiffness bunches up his huge shoulders.
“Yeah.”
“How many men did you talk to tonight?” He pins me under his piercing gaze. A bolt of excitement fires in my gut.
“At least twenty,” I lie.
The air he sucks in through his nose makes a sound that cuts through the room, and I soak it in, reveling in the way his brows channel into a deep V.
“Did any of them buy you a drink?”
“Some.” I shrug. “I lost count.” I lean back against the counter.
“Did you like any of them?”
“Yeah, I did. They were all hot.” I level my eyes with his as he walks toward me.
“Did you picture yourself sucking their dicks?” he hisses, stopping in front of me.
I bite the inside of my cheek, keeping my expression neutral. “I did better than that. I had an orgy, right in the middle of the dancefloor. Ed started it off, and then four other guys joined in. I ran out of places to take them all at the same time.”
A shot of adrenaline explodes up my spine as Jet pounces, sliding his hand around my throat and pushing me back into the counter.
“What?” he spits with wide eyes .
I’m glad he’s angry. Because he’s made me fucking angry with the way he’s been treating me.
I squeeze my thighs as heat pools between them in response to his body pressing into mine. The scent of him, all warm and masculine, surrounds me.
Being close to him does something to me physically. I hate it, but I still want more.
His thumb curves around my windpipe, running up and down it slowly. “Ava?” he grits.
“You heard me. I fucked every single one of them,” I say sweetly before pressing the lightest of kisses to his lips with a smirk.
“Lie to me again and I’ll silence you with my dick. You’ll be too busy choking on it to be such a fucking brat.”
My breath hitches as the flare in his eyes grows.
“You’re really talking yourself up here. You sure it measures up?”
His nostrils flare. Then he pulls me to him by my neck, bringing his mouth down onto mine. Jet steals every drop of breath from my lungs, kissing me until I gasp.
“I told myself nothing more was going to happen between us,” he says as his lips slide to my neck and he nips it roughly, his stubble grazing my throat. He grabs my waist and hoists me onto the counter.
“Then what are you doing?” I moan as he kisses a path down my neck and across my collarbones .
“I’m taking what we both want,” he grits, pushing his hands up my sequined miniskirt until his fingers graze the lace of my panties.
“You don’t know what I want.” I throw my head back as his mouth covers my breast through my silk top, and he sucks hard enough that I feel the heat of his tongue around my nipple.
“You won’t be satisfied fucking guys like Ed, Ava. A brat like you needs taking care of in a certain way.”
“Let me guess, you know what that way is?” I snort.
But he’s right. Jet has got me hotter than any other guy ever has. I was soaking for him in the alleyway when he spanked me. And never in my life have I come as hard as I did by the lake.
I hate that he’s right.
He straightens, claiming my mouth again until I’m moaning around his tongue. His hands dig into the flesh of my ass as he lifts me against him.
“You’re catching on. No one does it like me.”
“You’re such an arrogant bastard,” I huff as I wrap my legs around his waist and grip on to his neck.
He strides across the kitchen and sets me down on the oak dining table.
“I always get what I want, Ava.” He places his palm over my chest and eases me back until I’m lying down. He lifts my legs, placing my feet up on the edge of the table.
“And what do you want, Jet?”
My eyes roam over his broad torso and inky black hair. The front of his shorts are tented with the outline of something far too big to be real. I blink. The darkness of the room is playing tricks on me.
“I want you. Every piece of you.” He slides his hands up over my ribs, making me shudder. “I want these.” He engulfs my breasts with his heavy palms, rolling his thumbs over my nipples. “This.” He grabs my chin, squeezing until my lips pout. “And this.” He cups my pussy, and I arch off the table. “And you’re going to give it all to me, aren’t you?”
He holds my eyes, watching me pant as he eases my panties to the side and painstakingly slowly circles my clit until I’m shaking with the need for more friction.
I grab the back of his wrist, urging him to speed up.
He halts his movements altogether.
“You’re an asshole.” My spine drops against the table as I fight the urge to cry with how badly I want to come.
“So I’ve been told.”
He pushes my top up, freeing both breasts. He pulls one tight nipple into his mouth while teasing the other with his fingertips, making me arch into his touch.
“That’s good,” I whimper.
He stops the moment I speak, and I cry out in frustration.
“Let’s try again, Ava,” he says, his deep voice washing over me and sending goosebumps prickling up on my skin.
He sucks my nipple back into his mouth, his fingers sliding over my swollen clit.
“Jet,” I whimper .
“Better,” he rumbles. But he stops what he’s doing again, and I wilt back against the table, frustration oozing from every pore.
“Keep being a good girl, and you’ll get rewarded.”
He’s placed his hands on either side of my legs and is bracing his weight as he lowers his head. The thick, corded muscles in his shoulders and forearms bulge.
“Again,” he instructs with the same authority as when he made his Captain announcements on the flight from New York.
His mouth hovers over me as he looks up and arches a dark brow. I clamp my lips together, but he just watches me, his eyes hardening. My pussy throbs, and I huff out a frustrated sigh.
“Ava, I can play this game all night. The sooner you accept that I make the rules, the sooner you will get what you want.”
I glare at him. I should go upstairs and finish myself off. But I know it won’t be enough. It’ll barely take the edge off. And then I’ll be here, playing this game with him again until one of us gives in.
And I really want to come.
I wriggle, parting my thighs wider.
“Please, Jet.”
A flash of satisfaction crosses his face before he lowers his mouth and seals it over my clit through the lace of my panties. He grunts, and I buck off the table, pushing myself against him.
“Good girl, rub it on me. I can smell how much you want me.” He licks the soaking fabric, the tip of his tongue dragging over me. “I can taste how desperately you want my cock.”
“Fuck off,” I bite back, regretting it immediately when he stops.
He pushes away from me, and I want to scream with disappointment. But then his hands slide up my thighs, and he hooks his thumbs beneath the lace, dragging my panties all the way down my legs.
“Ava,” he tuts. “Admit it. You want my cock as much as I want to feel how tight you squeeze me when you come all over it.”
I gulp as he lets out a satisfied grunt, lifting his chin.
“Please, Jet,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. I don’t care if I’m begging. I’m past the point of self-respect. I just want to come. I can’t even think straight.
He lowers himself down again.
And I’m a goner.
I sink my hands into his hair, grinding against his face as he eats me out in a way that makes me feel like I’m going to explode at any moment.
“Yes! I’m so close.”
“You know what I want to hear.” His voice vibrates against my skin, making arousal rush from me.
“Jet,” I moan.
He sucks my clit as a reward, and I arch my back, screwing my eyes shut as I come. Everything in the room disappears as I come apart on his mouth. I’m lost inside myself, consumed by deep waves of pleasure commanding my body as I writhe and cry out. Nothing else exists except for white-hot heat searing my veins and altering my brain chemistry.
Everything’s muffled as if I’m underwater. Every cell in my body is alive with energy.
“Take it out.”
I force my eyes open. Jet’s outline is a silhouette as I blink to bring my focus back. A strong hand lands on my hip and squeezes. I shiver at the contact.
“Be a good girl and take my cock out, Ava.”
I inhale, my senses returning as Jet’s eyes hold mine. I lift up from the table, moving to sit on the edge. He watches me, his giant frame still and quiet as I reach for the waistband of his shorts. His jaw tightens as I pull them down slowly, letting them drop to the floor.
I suck in a breath as his dick springs free.
The darkness wasn’t playing tricks on me.
“Now spit on it.”
I lift my eyes, meeting his.
“Spit on my cock, Ava,” he growls.
I lower my head and do as he instructs.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, slicking himself up, mixing it with the pre-cum beading on the broad head.
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to him for a bruising kiss as his other hand finds my hip, pushing it wide.
He presses the head of his cock against me.
“Are you on birth control?”
“I—”
He moves back, our contact broken .
“Wait.” I curl my hand around the base of his cock and pump up to the tip. A hiss leaves through his gritted teeth as he looks at my mouth. I slide my hand back down until my fingers hit his balls.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Would you like me to wear a condom?” he asks seriously, like we’re negotiating contract terms.
I shake my head.
“Words,” he snaps, his torso remaining rigid as I stroke his cock, rubbing the head of it against my clit.
“No condom,” I whisper.
“Fine.”
My mouth is engulfed by his as he takes my hand from his dick and impales me with one deep thrust.
“Fuckkkk!”
“Ava,” he rasps against my lips, holding himself deep inside me. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I roll my hips, and he grasps my neck and kisses me again, his body remaining still.
“Jet,” I moan.
“Wait,” he growls.
I sink into his kiss, pushing my hands through his hair and wrapping my legs around his waist. My clit pulses as I try to rub it against him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, looking down at where I’m stretched around him. His jaw tightens and he pulls back, then drives forward again.
I throw my head back. “More.”
“Lie back. ”
He grasps my hips and I lean onto my elbows, planting my feet back onto the table.
“All the way,” he snaps.
I lie down, and he lifts my hips, dragging me to the edge of the table beneath him. He plants one hand by my head, which pushes my knees up against my chest. His broad body crowds over mine as he sucks in a breath.
“Good girl. Open for me. Let me in.”
I part my legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper with a rough curse.
Then he holds my eyes and fucks me.
His hips piston, hard and deep, thrust after thrust. His eyes bore into mine until my cheeks heat.
He drives deeper each time, his heavy balls hitting my skin.
I can’t look away.
I don’t want to look away.
“I know you won’t come like this,” he rasps.
“What?” I gasp.
He spits on his fingertips, then snakes his hand between our bodies.
“But you will come on my cock. Your pleasure is mine now.”
His fingers connect with my clit and it’s embarrassing how loud I cry out his name.
“Now,” he growls.
The deep timbre of his voice is my undoing. I come, and he picks his pace back up and fucks me right through my orgasm .
His eyes never leave mine. He drinks me up, watching the way I shudder beneath him and pant for air.
My orgasm washes over me as I stare back.
He takes all that he can, before his fingers slide away from my sensitive clit and he grabs a handful of my ass. He lifts it, angling me how he wants me.
His pupils blow wide and the arm bracing himself above me goes rigid.
“Fuuuuckkkk.”
His lids hood, but he keeps his eyes on mine as he comes, spilling deep inside me. The base of his cock stretches me wider as his whole body expands above me.
His nostrils flare, his perfect teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans.
I feel fucked. Utterly fucked, lying in a ragged heap beneath a hulk of a man whose body is burning like an inferno above me.
“Jet,” I breathe, blissed out.
He breaks eye contact for the first time since he pushed inside me. A deep breath expands his chest, then he blows it out, his taut shoulders relaxing.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good.” He flexes inside me, and I whimper.
“I’ve never come so hard,” I admit, not caring what he thinks. I’m in a beautiful post-orgasmic haze. He shifts inside me, then pulls out. The alien feeling of being filled with hot cum makes me bite my lip. Some of it trails toward my ass .
I like it.
“I’ll even use a glass for you one time after an orgasm like that,” I tease, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as I blow out a relaxed breath.
“Really?” Jet’s gravelly voice sounds faraway. I don’t care if he fucks off to bed and leaves me here. I’m sated and blissfully boneless.
“Mmm…”
“In that case, you can do it now.”
Something cold touches my inner thighs and his large palm slides over my lower stomach, pushing down gently.
“Good girl. Squeeze it out.”
“What are you doing?” I open my eyes and push up onto my elbows.
“You’re full of my cum.” His gaze is fixed between my legs. “Squeeze for me.” He presses his palm into my stomach, making my pussy clench. “Good girl.” He bites his lower lip. “So fucking beautiful.”
He lifts his hand, assessing the glass between his fingers. There’s at least an inch of white liquid in the bottom of it. I stare at it as he moves closer, his hand sliding around the back of my neck and easing me up into a sitting position.
“You know what to do.”
He arches a dark brow.
My core tightens. He’s challenging me, I know he is. It’s another game to him, a demonstration that he’s the one in control.
He doesn’t think I’ll do it .
I part my lips in invitation, keeping my eyes fixed on his. He brings the glass to my lips, his breath stalling before breaking into a sharp hiss.
He tips the glass, and I drink.
His pupils blow wide as my throat contracts with each gulp. The mix of us tastes like sin. I smile as I drain the last remnants from the glass.
“Good girl.” He places the glass down on the table and lowers his mouth to kiss me. It’s slow and lingering. I trace a finger along his jaw.
“Ava,” he groans, “you taste like—”
“You?” I murmur.
“Us,” he rasps, sliding his tongue over mine.
I sigh into his kiss. “I like it.”
He kisses me slowly, savoring it, before finally easing back. His thumb traces my cheek as his eyes roam my face. His lips curl a fraction in one corner.
“It’s time you went to bed.”