Chapter 32 Jett
I woke up to Ava curled around me, her head on my chest, her hair splayed out over my shoulder, her leg hooked around mine. She was fast asleep, and I wasn’t complaining about how right it felt to have her lying on me, sleeping beside me.
My hand trailed down her spine, relishing in the touch of her soft skin. Her slender body pressed into mine was comfortable. More than comfortable.
I took her virginity. I’d almost fucking died when she told me last night.
It made sense now, the complete awkwardness of her, the hard, angry stares.
I took her innocence on that Friday, was a complete fucking bastard to her the morning after, and then on the Monday afternoon, she sees me with my dick in someone else’s mouth.
Why the hell was she in my bed now? I’d been a complete asshole to her. Her head moved on my chest, and I felt the soft kiss pressed to my chest.
“Hey,” I spoke to her softly. “You awake?”
“Mm-hmm.” Ava stretched, which only made my body more aware of hers.
My dick woke up. I’d fucked her so much last night, I was surprised it stirred. Ava moaned softly as she felt me harden.
“Does it ever stop?” she groaned as she burrowed her head into my neck.
“You make me want to fuck you,” I teased her as I eased her off me. I didn’t expect her flush to make me happy. “You sore?” I asked her as my hand was already smoothing over her hips, cupping her ass.
“Yes.” Ava opened her eyes and laughed at me. “Have we slept at all? You went all night.”
“We went all night,” I corrected her as I moved my head to lap at her breast. “The time in the shower was your fault.” I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing her slightly.
Ava’s back arched in pleasure, her body rising to meet me.
“The last time was your fault because you wanted to be, and I quote, adventurous.” I grinned as she hid her face, laughing in embarrassment.
“I always wanted to know what reverse cowgirl felt like,” she mumbled behind her hands.
“And now you know.” I moved up her body again, noting the marks from the bites and the bruises from either my mouth or my hands gripping her to me.
She was the poster girl for freshly fucked, and I knew any guy would take one look at her and think it was open season.
I wasn’t ready for the surge of possession I felt for her.
It was so strong it shocked me slightly.
“What is it?” Ava asked me, her hand reaching out and stroking my face. “Why the frown?”
“You okay?” I asked instead, avoiding her question.
“I think I’m hungry,” Ava said honestly with a small chuckle, which turned to a gasp when my fingers slid between her thighs. “Jett,” she groaned, her lids already fluttering closed.
“I’m hungry,” I whispered against her throat as I bit her skin softly.
“You’re insatiable,” she growled as her hips rolled to meet the rhythm of my fingers.
“I am,” I admitted as I ran my nose along her jawline. “I’ll stop if you want,” I asked her as I slowed my fingers.
Ava’s eyes flew open, piercing me with outrage. “You better not,” she warned me.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered with relief. I was hard as a rock, and my dick was eager to settle back into its new favorite place. I kissed the hollow of her throat as Ava widened her legs, and I moved in between them. “If it hurts, tell me,” I told her as I guided myself inside.
Even after the many times she took me last night, her pussy still protested to let me in easily. The resistance just made me want to push into her more, and I heard Ava moan in appreciation as I worked myself in.
“You feel so good,” she whispered as her fingers dug into my shoulders. She wasn’t the only one who would bear the marks of our night together.
Fully seated inside her, I paused as I took her in. She was beautiful; her body was perfect, her tits the perfect size. She was soft everywhere, and again I felt the overwhelming need to claim her.
“Why are you staring at me?” Ava asked me with a gentle smile.
“You’re beautiful.”
It was out before I realized. I didn’t spout that kind of talk, but Ava’s happy blush made me smile as she saw right inside me.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She grinned. “Want me to flip? Avoids awkward morning breath,” she teased me with a raised eyebrow, making me laugh out loud.
I nodded as I withdrew, still marveling at the feel of her without that rubber layer between us.
When I came inside her the first time, unprotected, I panicked, and she reassured me she was on the shot.
My inner cynic had warned me not to be stupid, but I’d realized very early on with Ava that she was completely genuine.
Now, all I wanted was to feel her walls clenching around me and milking my dick of every drop I had to give.
On her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder at me in question. “Stop staring at me and do me already,” she demanded playfully as she wagged her ass back and forth. “I need you.” Her plea was thick with lust, and I felt immense satisfaction at her words.
How I never came there and then was probably the result of a long night of sex. With a single thrust, I pushed into her, and I heard her moan of pleasure as I started to move. Jesus fuck, she was already gripping onto me as I moved inside her. Pushing her head into my pillows, I leaned over her.
“People are still sleeping, babe, don’t scream.”
Babe? Who the fuck was I?
Ava’s pussy clenched around me as she clutched the pillow to her mouth to stop her moans as her ass pushed back into me. I was no longer sure who was fucking who; all I knew was that I needed to come, and I wasn’t starting off the day without giving Ava her orgasm first.
My hips picked up speed, and I wondered at my own stamina. Thank the good Lord, Coach didn’t train on Sunday. I would never last on the practice field today.
“Jett,” Ava whispered at me, trying to control her moans. “Jett, harder, I’m so close.” Her voice picked up in volume, and I pushed her back into the pillows.
“I know,” I told her as my hands gripped her hips.
“Don’t fucking scream,” I grated as I moved harder and deeper into her.
I felt the familiar quiver at the base of my spine as my head tipped back, and I stared sightlessly at the ceiling.
Her walls clamped down on me so tightly I swear I saw fucking stars before she did it again, and clenching my jaw so firmly that I may have cracked teeth to stop my own groan as my body seized up, I came hard deep inside her.
I’d definitely bruised her this time, but as my dick pulsed its release, I didn’t care.
I was aware Ava’s own body had locked up as she came, and I doubted she cared either.
I collapsed beside her. She hadn’t moved, and, tired, I covered us both with my sheet.
“Need to clean,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion, and I ran my hand over her ass.
“Sleep.” My eyes were already closed. “Wash later.”
“Mm-kay.” I felt her move into me slightly. “Don’t judge me for being sticky.” Her whisper was soft, and I was sure she was already asleep before she finished, and I laughed softly at her ridiculousness.
Reaching out, I pulled her further into me. I didn’t question my need to have her close; I just knew I needed to be touching her. I may never stop needing to touch her. The thought didn’t even scare me.
* * *
When we woke the second time, I was curled into her back, my arm around her, holding her to me, and Ava’s head was resting on my arm. She was tracing lazy patterns over my arm, and I felt her smile against my skin when she realized I was awake.
“Hey,” she greeted softly.
“You’re wearing your panties?” I questioned as my hand moved over her hip.
“Yeah, needed a barrier of protection against you,” she teased as her head turned and she met my look with a grin.
“You smell like me,” I said as I burrowed into her neck.
“Cleaned up.” She gave a happy sigh as she wiggled back into my embrace.
“How long was I asleep?” I rolled away from her, reaching for my phone.
“Not sure, I’ve only been awake twenty minutes or so.” Ava sat up, covering her chest as she did so.
“I’m fucking starving,” I admitted as I stood. I didn’t miss her hungry look down my body as I headed to the bathroom. “I’ll be ten minutes, and then we can eat,” I told her over my shoulder, and I heard her murmur her consent.
Once I was showered and was brushing my teeth, I took in all the nips and marks on my body.
I wasn’t sure which were yesterday’s game and which were Ava’s.
Wrapping my towel around my waist, I went back into the bedroom.
She was trying to pile her hair up on her head in a bun, scowling at the visible marks on her neck and shoulders. Her eyes met mine in the mirror.
“What is it?” Ava asked as she turned when she saw my frown, dropping her hair to fall loose around her shoulders.
“The top comes off.”
“We just got showered.”
I smirked at her assumption. “No, that top never gets worn again.” I strode toward her, and she backed up in alarm, her eyes wide.
Catching a lock of her hair in my fingers, I tugged her toward me.
“Do you know how hard that top made me last night?” I whispered against her lips.
“I saw you and thought you looked good, and then you turned and spoke to your friend, and I realized you were practically naked.” My thumbs rubbed over her nipples as I spoke.
“My dick almost punched through my jeans. I already knew you would be mine last night, but this top . . . fuck, Ava.” My lips caressed hers, and she kissed me back, her teeth pulling my lower lip into her mouth.
“It’s either this top or no top,” she teased as her tongue stroked my lower lip. “And I don’t have a bra.”