Chapter 31 Ava #2
“Open. Keep your eyes on me,” Jett whispered gruffly.
His slow thrusts morphed into deep, long strokes, and my hips were eagerly meeting his, stroke for stroke. “Fucking hell, you’ve got me like a vise,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I need to fuck you.” His tongue swept into my mouth as his hips picked up speed. “I need to fuck you hard.”
Sky-blue eyes, clouded with lust, bore into mine as Jett moved over me, driving deep into me, and I felt my orgasm building as he moved faster.
Jett growled, and suddenly I was on top of him, his hips pumping upward in powerful thrusts as I rolled my hips over him in answer.
His hands grabbed onto me as he pushed me over his body, and I could feel the tightness in my belly as he fucked me.
My hands trailed down his chest as they gathered on his stomach, and I used him to raise my body over and over as I pushed down, again and again.
I was losing control, and Jett was wild beneath me.
I cried out his name as I reached the precipice, and I felt my pussy clench tightly around him.
Jett surged upward one more time before he let out a loud grunt, his body stiffening as I felt him jerk inside me, following me over the edge.
My body slumped, and strong hands caught me, laying me over him.
His kiss was soft and sweet against my lips before my head nestled into his shoulder, and I studied the arch of his throat as his head dropped back on his pillows.
We lay in silence for a long moment, catching our breath, as I slowly became aware of the sounds of the party still happening downstairs. We’d need to separate eventually, but I selfishly wanted to relish the moment a little bit longer.
Jett must have heard my thoughts. “You need to move,” he told me as his hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me off him. His hand caught the base of the condom before he pulled it off, pinching the end.
I watched as he knotted it with a practiced move before he was on his feet and walking to the bathroom. I heard the flush and then the running water as he washed his hands.
I really wanted to put my clothes back on, but there was no way in hell my legs were going to hold me up right now.
Jett came back out of the bathroom and pulled on his boxers. “So,” he said with a hard look in his eye. “Tell me how the fuck you were a virgin?”
Swallowing, I pulled his bedcover over me as I sat up slightly. “You look offended.”
“You think?” he snapped as he glared at me.
“I don’t know what your problem is,” I said as my euphoria from the sex was being rapidly replaced with irritation over his attitude.
“My problem is that I took your virginity.”
“So?” I decided I needed clothes for this conversation. “It was mine to give.”
“You don’t even fucking remember!” Jett roared angrily. “I don’t fucking remember.”
“Is that why you’re mad?” I asked him as I threw the cover off me and stood, no longer giving a shit that I was naked as the day I was born. “You wish you could remember?” I asked him scathingly.
“Yes!” Jett was on his feet. “Why aren’t you mad?”
“Haven’t we made up for it?” I asked as I pointed at the crumpled bed as I stalked over to my shorts and looked around for my panties.
“No, you stupid girl,” he growled at me as he threw my panties at me. “Why the fuck would you want to fuck me again?” he asked in bewilderment. “I know I wouldn’t have been careful with you.”
This was horrifyingly awkward. I had just had some mind-blowing sex, which had now turned into this third-degree scorn I wasn’t prepared for. Forgoing the flimsy panties, I pulled the shorts up my legs. “Well, I came back for more, you can relax.” I fastened the top button as I looked for my top.
“Ava?” Jett took a step toward me. “Ava.” His finger slipped under my chin, tilting my head back to look at him. “How do you know I didn’t hurt you?” he asked me gently. “How do you know you gave me it? What if I took it? Fuck, Ava, what if I took it?”
I couldn’t cope with his uncertainty. He was so vulnerable right now.
He looked like I had been the one to cause him pain.
“I know you never forced me.” My hand caught his, and I placed it over my naked breast so he could feel my heart pounding.
“My mind doesn’t remember,” I told him as I searched his eyes so that he would understand what I was telling him was the truth.
My hand cupped the side of his face as I tried to give him comfort.
“But my body does. My body remembers you, and that’s how I know.
” I sighed as I stared into his eyes. “I know you would never have hurt me, not like that, or asked me to do anything I wasn’t willing to do. You only took what I gave, Jett.”
Jett’s mouth crashed down on mine, his lips devouring me as his hands slid into my hair, moving my head, angling where he wanted it, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His moan was low in his throat as one of his hands slid down my side, tearing at the button on my shorts, pushing them to the ground.
I was turned and lifted, pressed against the wall, and then he was pushing inside me again.
“Condom,” I gasped as I tore my mouth from him.
“You’re a virgin, and I’m negative,” he growled against my skin as he moved further inside me, my body still not used to his size stretching me. “Shit, I never knew it could feel this fucking good.”
“I’m your first without a condom?” I asked in surprise as my back arched and he began to piston his hips into mine.
“Yeah.” Jett’s head was lowered as he watched himself fuck me. “Your pussy’s gonna suck me dry,” he moaned as his head lifted and he met my gaze. His hand on my hip dug into my skin, but his other hand caressed my face softly. “You okay?”
I nodded as I moved in rhythm with him. “I’m good,” I promised.
“Yeah, you are.” His lips covered mine, and there was nothing more to be said as we both took what we needed from the other, falling apart together, over and over until we finally fell asleep, exhausted.