Chapter 31 Ava
I moved blindly through the house, bumping into people, crying out when hands grabbed at me, and when I lost my balance at the foot of the stairs, I made the decision, and then I was running up them. I knew the way after all. He wouldn’t expect me to be bold; he wouldn’t expect me to run upward.
At the top of the stairs, I hesitated. I didn’t know which room was his. Hands grabbed me, and I screamed as I was turned deftly and pressed against the wall. His lips covered mine, and tentatively I reached for him, my hands searching and checking it was Jett kissing me.
“It’s me,” he confirmed before his lips covered mine again, and this time, I parted my lips for him. Jett crouched as his hands slipped under my ass, and he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him as he carried me, his lips never leaving mine.
A door opened, and then he moved through it, closing it behind him.
I heard a click, and then there were screams of surprise, laughter, and outrage from downstairs as the lights were back on.
It wasn’t unheard of for some girls and guys to be kissing when the lights went on.
The point of Mayhem was to cause as much disruption as possible, and it was common to find your girlfriend or boyfriend kissing someone else.
It was also common for Mayhem to cause mayhem, and fights usually broke out.
Jett pulled back and looked down at me as his hands squeezed my ass before letting me go, and I slowly slid down his body to stand in front of him.
“Turn around.”
Swallowing, I did as he asked.
“That top can never be worn again,” he muttered as his hands once again slid inside, and he pulled me into him. His head dipped, and his lips were on my neck, and I moaned softly in appreciation as he started to rub his hands over my breasts.
I could feel his hard length press against my ass, but I couldn’t think as his mouth moved over my neck, and his fingers plucked my hard nipples between his fingers.
“Recognize the room?”
Opening my eyes, I looked around. “Maybe?” I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t Ash’s room, but I couldn’t tell if it was the room from the other day.
“Not even the bed?” His voice was husky as his hands worked on the buttons of my top.
The bed I recognized from my dreams. “I remember the bed,” I said, feeling shy.
“Good, because I’m about to fuck you in it.”
His crudeness didn’t upset me. As he undid the last button, my top fell away from my body, and he turned me to face him before his head lowered and his tongue and mouth were licking and sucking on my breasts.
Quick hands made short work of my shorts, and within minutes of entering his room, I was in ankle boots and a black lacy G-string. Jett ran a hand over his mouth as he took me in.
“Boots off and get on the bed.”
Silently, I did as he said. Kicking my boots off, I turned and crawled onto the bed. The dark gray sheets felt crisp under my skin.
I heard his hiss of appreciation as he took in the G-string, and a calloused palm ran over the globe of my ass.
“On your knees.”
Frowning, I raised myself onto my knees.
With one hand, Jett pulled his shirt off over his head.
I don’t know why that made me pant with need, but it was so indescribably sexy I wanted to pounce on him.
I drank in his abs and broad shoulders as he kicked his sneakers off and started to unbutton his jeans, where the hard V was leading to his happy trail.
Pushing his jeans down, he stood in his boxer briefs, and my eyes were on his body. Jett kneeled on the bed and looked at me as he rubbed himself, my eyes greedy to see past the final barrier of his boxer briefs.
“Suck.”
I went to move, to lie down, and his hand caught in my hair. “Stay on your knees, like you did last time.”
“I don’t remember,” I whispered, my throat so dry my voice was raspy.
“I do.” He pushed on my shoulders. “I see it every time I close my eyes. You on your knees, crouched over my dick, sucking me down that perfect throat.” His hand dipped into his boxers, and he pulled himself out. “Show me.”
Tentatively, I leaned forward. It was awkward in this position, but I flicked my tongue over his head.
He tasted fresh, and with a moan of approval, I tasted him again.
Jett was silent as I opened wider and took more of him in.
I didn’t remember doing this the first time, and I was so high from my own orgasm last time we were together; I only had a dim recollection of what I’d done that night, too.
Tonight, I was sober and eager. I was learning what he liked as I tasted him, my hand and my tongue working him in and out of my mouth to the sounds of his pleasure.
“Take it all,” he told me as he pressed forward. I fought the gag reflex, and then I felt him in my throat. His hiss of pleasure made me double my efforts.
Managing to move him in and out, I caressed the underside of his dick with my tongue each time before I deepthroated him.
“Fuck, you’re too good at this.” Hands tightened in my hair, causing me to lose my balance a little, but Jett held me up. “Look at me.”
It was slightly impossible at this difficult angle, but I tried. It was enough for Jett, who looked almost feverish with need.
“Swallow it all,” he commanded as he started to fuck my throat.
His hand grabbed around my throat as his hips moved faster.
Had we really done this the first time? As he pushed further and further down my throat, I felt the panic.
I couldn’t breathe. His hand was wrapped around my throat as he literally choked me on his dick.
His guttural cry of release as he pulsed in my throat made me almost sag with relief. Backing off of him, I straightened, not prepared for the look in his eye.
“What is it?” I asked self-consciously.
“Nothing.” He smiled, but his eyes remained hooded. “Lie down.”
Confused by his tone, I did so.
“Did I eat you out with you on your back? Or did you ride my face?”
I sat up and saw him push his boxers down, kicking them off as he got back on the bed again. “There’s no way I didn’t tongue fuck you,” he said as he took the G-string off, tapping my thigh to let me know to raise my ass.
“I don’t know,” I told him as he undressed the last remaining piece of my clothing with an almost clinical detachment. “Why are you mad at me?” Sitting up, I grabbed a pillow and covered my nakedness. “You seem pissed off.”
Jett pushed me back down on the bed, taking the pillow off me. His hand dipped between my legs, finding me soaked for him as his fingers slid through me slowly. “I want to do what we did the first time.”
“I don’t know what that was,” I said quietly. “Can’t we just do what feels right now?”
He’d been staring at my pussy as he moved his fingers through my folds, but when I spoke, he looked up at me, and I saw his eyes soften.
Moving up, he caught my lips in a soul-searching kiss.
His tongue stroked mine, and his hands tangled in my hair as he moved over me, nestling in between my thighs.
My legs curled up around him, and I felt him move his body over mine, his dick sliding through my wetness, and my body arched with need.
The need to have him fill me was overwhelming.
“Not yet,” he whispered against my mouth. “I need to taste you first.”
Moving back down my body, his hands softly pushed my thighs wider apart, and then his tongue was there, lapping at the mess between my legs, licking me and sucking me as his fingers slid inside me.
“Jett,” I gasped as he stroked over my clit.
“That’s so good,” I moaned as he covered my pussy with his mouth.
His tongue was running hungrily over me, and I felt him push it inside me before it flicked in and out of me, causing me to moan louder as my body tightened in response.
I was going to explode, I knew it, and so did Jett.
He murmured his approval at my reaction, and the soft vibrations of his mouth pushed me over unexpectedly.
My hands clutched his hair as my lower body raised itself to his mouth, and I rode out my orgasm on his tongue as I screamed his name.
Dimly, I heard the foil wrapper, and then he was pushing into me, my body not quite willing to stretch to accommodate his size.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered as he pushed again. “I know you’re no virgin.” He gave me a grin, and whatever he saw on my face caused his eyes to widen in horror as realization dawned on him. “Ava, no.”
Gritting my teeth, I pressed the heels of my feet into his ass, and I pushed him in. My cry of discomfort was quiet, but it felt like it echoed in the quiet of the room. Jett was frozen above me as his eyes roamed over my face.
“That’s why you took the sheet?” he asked me as his hands braced on either side of me. I nodded once. “I took your virginity?” he asked me incredulously.
Did he know he needed to move? My body had stretched to fit him, and now I needed friction that only he could give me.
“You have to move,” I told him hoarsely.
Jett hurriedly tried to pull out, and my feet stopped him once again.
“No, I mean move.” My hips bucked under him, and my pussy clenched around him. I heard his low growl.
“Ava, don’t,” he whispered as his head dropped to my shoulder. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t move your ass,” I whispered furiously at him, and I heard his low chuckle before his lips were moving over my shoulder, kissing and nibbling my neck.
He licked the sensitive part of my neck before he bit gently, and my hips surged upwards again, causing him to groan as he slowly, so fucking slowly, started to roll his hips.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, sculpted from years of training into the perfection that was Jett Santo, as he slowly picked up speed.
Hands hooked under my ass, lifting me up to meet his slow thrusts, my body clenching around him as he hit something deep within me that caused my eyes to flutter closed.