26. Jet
Chapter 26
Jet
“What’s happened? Is it Callaghan?”
“Nothing’s happened.” I relax back into the seat of the taxi.
Ava frowns. “But you got a message.”
“No.”
“On your phone,” she presses. “At the table.”
“I have a headache, that’s all.”
“What? You rushed us out of there like there was an emergency.”
She studies me, giving up and looking out the window when I don’t engage further. I glance at her, eating up every passing sight with a smile. Traveling looks good on her, exploring new places, seeing new things.
It’s like she was born to explore.
“Beverly Hills?” She whips her head to me after we’ve been driving for thirty minutes.
“It’s where I live. ”
Her mouth drops open as we pull up at a pair of security gates between two high hedgerows.
“Press this to the sensor.” I hand a key fob to the driver and he uses it to open the gates.
Ava goes silent as we cruise up the long driveway to the house.
I pay the driver and climb out, coming around to open Ava’s door for her. She looks at me in confusion.
“Isn’t the driver dropping me at Mum’s?”
“No.”
“But you have a headache. Don’t you need to lie down in a dark room or something?”
“I’ve had a miraculous recovery. Now, get out of the car.”
She climbs out and stares up at the glass-fronted house.
“You live here alone? Oh my god, I’d get lost. Aren’t you worried you’ll die and no one will find you for months?”
“Why would that worry me? I’d be dead.”
“You know what I mean.” She rolls her eyes and follows me to the front door.
I use the retina pad and scan us both in.
Her reaction to my house is endearing. She looks like she walked into the cave of wonders in Aladdin .
“This is insane.” She holds her arms out and does a 360 spin in the full height, glass entry foyer. “You could park a bus in here.”
“As long as it’s not a double-decker tour bus, feel free. ”
She laughs as we move through the ground floor, and I give her the tour she requests.
“Do you use that cinema room?” she asks as I take her upstairs to show her the first floor.
“Sometimes.” I shrug.
“That’s a no, then. I can’t believe you have all these amazing rooms and you barely use any.”
“I’m at work a lot. When I’m here, I’m sleeping,” I reply, following her around as she strolls from room to room, inspecting them all with a grin.
“That’s such a waste. You should have people around more. Now I know you’ve actually got friends.”
She winks at me and I flex my fingers, my palm twitching.
“Is this your room?” She takes in the giant bed and airplane artwork on the walls. “The pictures are like the ones in your room at Rochwell.”
“I know what I like.” I lean against the doorframe.
She walks over to a bookshelf and picks up a frame. “This is the plane you have in the London office.”
I move to stand behind her, gently taking the picture and placing it back onto the shelf. Her breath hitches as I sweep her hair back and over her shoulder.
“I’ve missed this,” I murmur, inhaling her caramel and waterlily scent.
The tiny gasp that leaves her lips as I slide a finger beneath the strap of her dress and ease it off her shoulder makes blood rush to my dick .
I dip my head, pressing a kiss to her bare skin. She shudders as I pepper open-mouthed kisses up her neck, stopping at her ear.
“I’m trying to concentrate at work and all I can think about is how many days it’s been since I was inside you,” I whisper.
I splay my fingers against her lower stomach and pull her body back so it’s flush against mine. Her ass cheeks press either side of my dick, enveloping it in soft heat.
“I’ve been distracting you again, have I?” she breathes, tilting her neck so I can suck it.
“Even when you’re not there,” I tsk, cupping both of her breasts roughly and making her gasp.
“Sounds like a you problem. You’re in control of your own mind… Unless you’ve forgotten how to be in charge.”
I pinch her nipples, and she yelps.
“Such a brat.”
I spin her and kiss her hungrily without waiting for permission. She sinks into me, my name a soft whimper on her puffy lips as I catch the bottom one between my teeth.
“Lie on the bed.”
My dick throbs when she obeys.
“Show me,” I rasp.
“Show you what?”
“You know what.”
“Tell me.” She bites back a grin, enjoying toying with me .
“Your cunt, Ava,” I clip, stuffing my hands into my suit pants like I have all the time in the world just to eat her up with my eyes, spread out on my bed for me, like an offering. “It’s time it was reacquainted with me.”
Her eyes flash with lust and she inches up the flowery hem of her dress until pale pink lace comes into view. The thin fabric is glistening, darkened by a wet line down the center.
I tut as I take off my shirt. “Have you been wet for me since we got to LA?” I walk closer to the bed, my chest expanding with a deep breath of anticipation as she watches me, her tongue darting out and leaving her lower lip glistening.
“Have you touched yourself?” I ask, running my palms up her inner thighs and eyeing the way her panties are outlining the folds of her. I slide my hands to her hips and tug the lace up. She gasps as it pulls tight between her lips, pushing her plump skin out either side, showing me exactly what’s mine.
“It’s not like you’ve been around to do anything about it.”
She squeaks as I slap her clit with the back of my fingers. “Always such a mouthy brat. You don’t deserve what I’m about to do. But it’s for me, not you.”
She lifts her head and shoulders from the bed, watching as I drop to my knees on the floor and place her legs over my shoulders.
I stick out my tongue and press it to the fabric where her asshole is, dragging it forward and licking toward her clit. I meet the area of wet lace, stuffed between her pussy lips, and groan as her taste seeps through and infuses my tastebuds.
“Goddamn, Ava.”
I suck her clit through the fabric, and she bucks toward my face, her hands dropping to fist my hair.
“Jet.”
The sound of her moaning my name sends heat racing to my dick. I lick her again, a deep, lust-filled groan leaving my chest.
“You didn’t have a headache, did you? I know you didn’t.”
I suck the fabric, drawing her juices into my mouth with a gravelly groan.
“If you know I didn’t, then why are you asking me?”
“You were saving me from answering questions about my past.”
I dust my lips side to side, pressing gentler kisses to her. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable talking about it.”
Her grip softens in my hair as she switches to stroking the strands.
“What if it’s time I got uncomfortable? I’m not moving forward otherwise. I’m just… staying the same.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mitch said he thinks producers would be interested in making a film of my story.”
“I’m sure they would.”
“I told him I’d think about it, but I—”
“Do it.”
“What? ”
She looks at me as I slide my mouth over her clit and suck before answering.
“If you’re ready, then control it. Don’t let it control you anymore.”
“It doesn’t control me.”
“Really?”
Her face clouds. “Are you serious?”
I lick the soaked lace strip again, but she pulls me away from her by my hair, making my scalp sting.
“Jet?” She frowns, her cheeks flushed.
I growl at being denied her taste.
“You really think I should do it?” She searches my eyes.
“What do you want to do?”
She doesn’t answer, so I shuck my hair from her grasp and pull her panties to one side, spitting on her clit. The second my mouth is back on her, she gasps, and her thighs tighten around my head. Her grip returns to my hair, fisting it tight as I eat her out until she’s shuddering.
“Fuck, Ava. I could eat you all day. Best distraction ever.”
“You think I should?” she breathes, still overthinking, when all I want is for her to give over her pleasure to me and come on my tongue.
I stand, undoing my belt and pulling my pants and boxers down. She can look into my eyes as she comes instead, then we can talk about this after I’ve made her nice and relaxed. I crawl over her, knocking her legs wide with my knee. I hook her panties to one side, giving the head of my cock free access to run through her lips, grunting at how wet she is.
“Jet? You think I should?” Her eyes search mine, her mouth popping into a pretty O as I push into her like I have every right to.
I groan, pulling back and sinking inside her again, my cock welcomed back with a tight squeeze.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she widens her thighs so I can push deeper. “Good girl.”
I thrust again, but she frowns. “Jet?”
“After, Ava,” I growl, pulling back and driving inside her again. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Tell me.”
I thrust harder, knocking a whimper from her.
“I don’t think you should say no just because you’re scared.”
I lower my mouth to hers, but she pushes out of our kiss after a few seconds.
“Says the guy who’s too scared to open himself up to the possibility of happiness.”
“I am happy.” I sink inside her again, my balls knocking against her skin. “And I’m about to be even happier when you come all over my cock.”
I lift her hip with one hand, altering the angle so I can speed up. “Fuck I needed this. That’s it.” I look at the way she’s stretched to take me. “Squeeze me, Ava. Fuck,” I groan as she tightens around me. “I’m going to spend all night filling you with my cum. Have you drink it again. ”
“Jet,” she moans as the head of my cock rubs the spot she likes deep inside her.
“You need more?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s right, you do. Because you love this, don’t you?” I rasp as she squirms beneath me.
“I do,” she whimpers. “And you need it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I need it.” I look at my cock disappearing inside her wetness. “I need your tight little cunt squeezing me. Fuck.”
“You need me,” she pants. “Me. Admit it.”
I fuck her harder, my balls ready to burst.
“What I need is to come inside you,” I grit.
“Not until you admit that it’s me that you want. And not just sex.”
I increase my speed as she coats my cock with a fresh wave of arousal.
“Ava, all that matters right now is how hard I’m going to make you come for me.”
“I’m not asking you to promise me anything,” she pants, tugging on my hair. “But if you want me to be honest with myself, then you need to be, too.”
I slide deep again with a groan at how good she feels.
“If this is just sex to you, then why aren’t you having it with someone else right now?”
“Jesus.” My hips stall, losing their rhythm. “Why are you being such a brat?”
“Why are you being an asshole?” She glares at me. “Where’s Thailand-Jet? The one with a human side?”
I stare at her as she traces a finger along my jaw, her gaze softening.
“Tell me you need more than just sex. I don’t mean with me. Just admit that you need someone to talk to and listen to you. I know you do.”
“Stop,” I growl, firing my hips again and thrusting into her so that her tits bounce. “I don’t need a fucking therapy session from you, Ava, at how I’ll be happier if I let love into my life or some shit like that.”
“No?” She arches a brow. “You sure about that?”
“Shut up.” I kiss her. She whimpers as I drive into her, forcing her into the mattress.
Her teeth slide along my lower lip, nipping it. “Admit it.” Her eyes narrow. “You’re not immune to wanting those things. You think you know me? Well, I know you, too. You can’t hide from me.”
“You’d be surprised what I can hide if I want to.”
“Like what?”
“Stop. Talking,” I grunt as I hold myself up on one arm and curl my other hand around her throat.
I fuck her so hard that the bed bangs against the wall. So hard that her eyes flutter, struggling to stay open as she utters my name in a pleasured moan. So hard that she’ll be feeling me tomorrow. I’ll make damn sure of it.
“Tell me,” she croaks beneath my hand.
“Ava,” I warn.
“Admit you need more. Admit you have a heart behind that asshole CEO persona.”
I fuck her harder, my grip tightening on her neck .
“Come on my cock,” I growl, perspiration collecting in the dip of my spine and coursing down my back, doing nothing to cool my rigid muscles, which are fired up by her persistent bullshit.
“When you say it.” Fire burns behind her eyes.
“Come. On. My. Cock.”
“Say it,” she whimpers. But it’s lost in her throat as I fuck her deeper, victory blooming in my chest as she fights it.
“Yes, good girl,” I grunt, as her thighs quiver around my hips.
“Asshole,” she cries, screwing her eyes shut, blocking me out as she comes hard, jerking beneath me.
“Fuck yes, Ava.”
A few more thrusts, and white heat gathers in my balls as I look at her neck, at her pulse throbbing beneath my fingers.
“Jesus. I’m right there. I’m—”
“No!”
I freeze, my blood turning to ice as she snaps open her eyes. The look she gives me makes my stomach drop to my feet. Her makeup has smeared around her eyes and her cheeks are pink.
“Did I hurt you?” I rip my hand from her throat, ready to tear my own fingers off.
“I’m fine,” she says, but the way her eyes have dimmed tell me she’s anything but fine.
And it’s my fault. I didn’t keep her safe.
“Ava?” I breathe.
“Get off. ”
I pull out my rapidly deflating dick.
She straightens her clothes and rolls out from underneath me, stalking to the bedroom door.
“Ava?” I yell, racing after. “The fuck? Talk to me!”
She powers down the stairs, pulling her sandals on and grabbing her purse from near the front door, and then walks outside, leaving the door wide open.
“What did I say?” I run after her, one hand trying to cover my dick as we reach the main gates.
“Let me out.”
“Like fuck I’m letting you leave without telling me what the hell that was all about.” I advance toward her, but she throws her purse through the gap in the gates and hitches a foot up, beginning to climb toward the spiked top.
“Get the fuck down before you get hurt.”
“Let me out or bear the risk of me dying and it being your fault.”
I’ve never wanted to spank her so hard.
I drag in a burning breath as I walk to the control panel and press my thumb to the scanner. The gates open and Ava slips through the gap the moment there’s enough space.
“Where are you going?” I stalk out behind her onto the sidewalk.
“Back to Mum’s,” she yells as she strides away.
“There’s no one else. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Forget it,” she snaps.
“What? You want me to drop to one knee and propose to you? Is that it?” I throw my arms wide, and a car blares its horn at me as it drives past. Jesus. I try to cover my dick back up with both hands.
“If this is some ploy to get me to admit that I can’t give you up, then you’ll be disappointed,” I spit. More cars join in until the whole street fills with honking vehicle after honking vehicle. “I like you, Ava. But I don’t need you. I’ll never allow myself to need anyone.”
Someone wolf-whistles out of a passing window, and I flip them off as they drive past.
Ava’s stopped and is staring at me, a hopeless look in her eyes, like I’m a dog that’s been hit by a car and can’t be helped.
“I know this was just sex. You don’t have to be such an ass about it. And please, don’t ever drop to one knee for me. There isn’t a chance in hell I’d marry someone like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shakes her head. “You’re intelligent when you’re not being a complete jerk. Work it out.”
The she turns the corner and is gone.