Chapter Seven Ava
I blinked at Dare in disbelief. What the fuck had just happened? Had I really just experienced a very public orgasm without a man’s fingers or cock inside of me? Had I also just experienced a very powerful orgasm that had been brought on simply by a man’s cock rubbing against my pussy?
It was utterly and completely surreal.
There was also the fact that orgasm hadn’t done anything to douse my raging libido. As I became more and more overwhelmed with desire, it felt like at any moment my body would detonate with sexual need. Dare must’ve picked up on my fiery emotions. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested.
“Yes, please,” I panted.
As I fought to catch my breath, Dare pulled me to his side, wrapping his arm around my waist. He then led me through the fray over to a circular staircase. After nodding to a bouncer, we began heading upstairs. When we reached the top, the upper level was divided into three sections.
The walls overlooking the club floor were completely glassed in and gave a bird’s eye view of the floor below. Expensive looking leather couches and modern tables filled the spaces. We bypassed the first room that was packed with a younger crowd.
When we got to the center room, Dare knocked on the door. After no one answered, he opened it and brought me inside. At what must’ve been my questioning look, he winked. “This is where my brother and sister-in-law were earlier this evening. I wanted to make sure they were done.”
“How chivalrous of you to give them space.”
“It’s more about not wanting to be traumatized seeing my sister-in-law naked,” he replied with a shudder.
“Is she not your type or something?”
He scowled. “Fuck no. She’s like a sister to me. I can’t even be in the same room when she’s breastfeeding. It’s just too fucking weird.”
With a roll of my eyes, I countered, “You men get so freaked out about breasts when they’re doing their natural function, yet you’re totally fine with them being sexualized.”
“Damn straight.”
“And here I thought you were different from most men,” I mused as I started across the room.
“Trust me, babe, I am.”
“Ugh, not the babe.”
“Not a fan, huh?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll remember that.” He then pointed to a door at the far end of the room. “Give me a second to get cleaned up.”
When I realized what he was referring to, both desire and mortification rocketed through me. “I’ll go after you.”
Dare shook his head. “I plan on cleaning you up myself.”
As my mouth dropped open in shock, he winked and then went to the bathroom. “What have you gotten yourself into, Aves?” I murmured to myself.
At the sound of the water coming on in the sink, I stepped over to the floor to ceiling window. Placing my hands on the glass, I leaned in for a better view. Everything looked so different from this angle. I could also see there were more uninhibited people like Dare and me. For a moment, I felt like I was watching a peepshow.
Turning my focus to others, I saw them peering up at the VIP. Some pointed. As I watched the people below me, a laugh bubbled from my lips.
Dare reappeared to cock his brows at me. “What’s funny?”
“I was just thinking how extreme this VIP section is.”
“And why is that funny?”
“Did you guys design it to where the so-called important people can sit up here like kings and queens looking out at all the peasants below?”
“For your information, this is supposed to be Tír na nóg , which is–”
“The land of eternal youth and beauty.”
Dare’s eyes popped wide in surprise. “You know Irish mythology?”
Giggling, I replied, “Actually, I know Titanic .”
Dare’s brows furrowed. “Huh?”
“You know, so you know the movie Titanic?”
“Yeah?”
“ Tír na nóg is referenced in a pretty sad scene where a mother and her children are going to die.”
“While that’s fucking grim, that’s not the emotion we were going for when we were designing the club.”
“Ah, so instead of royalty and peasants, it’s heaven and the ones who can’t get in?”
“Maybe.”
“Still elitist if you ask me.”
“Here let me take your mind off the others.” After grabbing a controller on the table, Dare pressed a button. The glass view immediately went from clear to tinted. “We can see out, but they can’t see in.”
“That’s amazing.”
Dare’s breath warmed against my ear. “I could fuck you against this wall, and no one would know but us.”
A shiver ran through me at his words. One that sent heat coiling between my thighs. Throwing a glance at him over my shoulder, I said, “Who says that’s what I want?”
“Tell that to your wet panties.”
“My panties aren’t wet,” I lied.
He chuckled. “Ava, your wet pussy practically soaked the front of my pants on the dance floor.”
My breath hitched at his dirty talk. Jerking my chin, I countered, “That was then. I’m talking about now.”
“And I’ll bet you they’re fucking soaked again now.”
“Are you insinuating I’m lying?”
“Aye, I am.”
The longer I stared into Dare’s hooded eyes, the more I wanted him to really fuck me. I wanted his cock buried deep inside me in the most depraved and dirty way.
Jerking my chin at him, I said, “Prove it.”
His nostrils flared. “My pleasure.”
Placing his hand on my thigh, he slowly slid it under the hem of my dress. As his fingers inched towards my core, I sucked in a breath. When his knuckles brushed against my thong-clad center, a shudder ran through me.
A gasp of pleasure tore from my lips when his finger dipped under the elastic of my thong. When he lazily traced the moisture coating my outer lips, a deep growl rumbled through his chest. “Just as I said. You’re soaked.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” I wantonly questioned.
“Fuck you hard against that window like I promised.”
“Do it,” I commanded.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he pronounced.
He then dipped his head to kiss me. Within seconds, his mouth consumed mine. All the heat from out on the dance floor fanned back to life. As Dare licked and nipped at my neck, one of his hands kneaded my breast. I sucked in a ragged breath when his hand delved inside my dress to cup my bare flesh.
As he rolled my nipple between his fingers, his teeth gripped the neckline of my dress. After tugging it down, his mouth closed over my other breast, causing me to whimper. His tongue flicked and danced over the hardened bud of my nipple.
His one hand abandoned my breast to skim over my abdomen. As his teeth grazed against my nipple buried in his mouth, his hands met at the hemline of my dress. I sucked in a breath as he slid my dress up my thighs and over my hips.
A shiver went through me at the feel of his fingers skimming across my abdomen. After grasping one of the sides of my thong, he jerked it, causing the flimsy material to give way. My legs began trembling as his fingers trailed way across my abdomen to the other side. When he repeated the process, the thong completely tore away from my body.
Cool air swirled around my inflamed core. He gave me a cocky grin as he held up my shredded thong. “You owe me a pair of panties, Mr. Kavanugh,” I huffed.
“Panties? These were barely a scrap of lace,” he protested.
“Fine. You owe me a scrape of lace,” I shot back.
With a laugh, he countered, “Would you take an orgasm instead?”
“I suppose that will have to do.”
He winked. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow.”
When I reached out to cup his erection over his pants, Dare groaned and closed his eyes. “Kiss me,” I demanded.
Dare brought his mouth to mine in a punishing lip-lock. Then his hand delved between my legs, causing me to moan. His fingers began deftly working through my slickened lips. He alternated between pinching and rubbing my clit. My hips started rising to graze against his hand.
When he thrust two fingers into my soaked walls, my head thumped against the back of the window. “Oh God,” I murmured.
As Dare’s fingers worked their magic, he buried his head in my cleavage. He sucked and licked the tops of my breasts before using his other hand to push the material down and expose my breast. My nipples, which were already pebbled, grew even harder.
Suddenly, my body felt like I had been running a marathon. As the finish line loomed in the distance, a sheen of sweat covered my skin while my body grew weak from overstimulation.
Dare’s masterful hands and mouth were too much for my neglected body and pussy. For the second time in seven months, I came because of someone else. As my walls contracted around Dare’s fingers, I cried out his name while my fingers clawed his back through his shirt.
When I came back to myself, I wanted Dare inside me. I barely gave him a chance to take his fingers out of me before my hands started fumbling with the button on his pants. Once I got it undone, I unzipped him before sticking my hand down the waistband.
At the feel of cock around my fingers, I gasped at his size. “Holy shit.”
Dare’s cocky smirk curved on his lips. “Impressed?”
“Extremely.”
He chuckled. “I promise I’ll go easy.”
I shook my head. “You made a promise to fuck me where I couldn’t walk right tomorrow. I expect you to live up to that.”
Dare groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Your wish is my command.”
“I don’t even have to assume you have protection, right?”
“Nope.” With a wink, he dug his wallet out of his back pocket and fished out a condom. Once he’d opened and slid it down his length, Dare grabbed me by the hips. After hoisting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Pressed chest to chest, our breaths already came in needy pants.
While sliding one hand under my ass, Dare guided his erection to my core. With his eyes locked on mine, he eased inside me. I bit down on my bottom lip as he filled and stretched me. A delicious burn rippled through my walls.
His expression took on concern at my discomfort. “Are you okay?”
“I will be.” When he cocked his brows at me, I replied, “It’s just that’s been a while. I need a minute to get used to your size.”
While I fully expected him to make some egotistical remark about his cock, Dare surprised me. In a truly tender gesture, he brushed the sweat-slicked hair from my face. “I won’t hurt you, Ava.”
The next words out of my mouth surprised the hell out not only him but me. “What if I ask you to?”
“Do you get off on pain?”
Since he’d been so honest with me earlier in the evening, I decided to be open with him. With a shake of my head, I replied, “Pain means you’re alive, and I’ve been dead for so long.”
His forehead rested against mine. “I can promise to make you feel alive again. But I don’t have to hurt you to do it. Pleasure means you’re alive.”
As I stared into his eyes, I became overwhelmed with emotions. Unable to find the words I wanted to say, I merely whispered, “Okay.”
After slowly easing out of me, Dare pushed back inside. Although there was a sting, there was also a jolt of pleasure. Slowly, he eased in and out of me. Each time ignited more desire in me.
“Good?” he asked.
“Mmm,” was all I could reply at that moment. I’m not sure I could have formed intelligible words if I tried.
“Then hold on tight, love.”
As my arms encircled his neck, Dare jerked out of me only to slam back inside. A scream tore from my lips. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
With my permission granted, Dare began to pound in and out of me. Each thrust sent my back banging against the glass. “I wish everyone could see me fucking you right now. Your legs spread wide as your pussy takes every fucking inch of my cock.”
“Yes, I want it all,” I panted.
“You sure?”
“Yes. Give it to me.”
“What a greedy slut you are,” he remarked.
His words sent a gush of arousal coating his cock. As his hand reached between us, he flicked my clit. “Say it, Ava.”
“What?”
“Say ‘I’m your greedy slut’,” he commanded.
With another pinch of my clit, my head fell back against the glass. “I’m your greedy slut,” I murmured.
“Louder.”
Through the haze of pleasure, I sucked in a harsh breath. “I’m your greedy slut!” I screamed.
“That’s my good girl.”
Dare’s fingers stroked through my arousal, coating his finger with it. Just as I expected him to pinch my clit again, his finger nudged against the bundle of nerves just behind where his cock was pumping in and out of me.
When my eyes flew open in surprise, he asked, “Can I fuck this hole too?”
Since I’d never been one to shy away from any ass play, I muttered, “Yes, oh yes.”
I’d barely got the words out before his finger plunged into me. The dual stimulation overwhelmed me, and I began crying out with every thrust. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been so vocal. I was grateful the club music was so loud, and I didn’t run the risk of any club goers hearing me.
As Dare’s cock and finger pumped in and out of my holes, his tongue thrust into my mouth. He dominated every orifice I had. I began to climb closer and closer to a big finale of an orgasm. My legs trembled around Dare’s waist while shudders ran through my body.
When I finally exploded over the edge, I didn’t cry out as my walls gloriously clenched down on his pumping dick in a masterful multiple orgasm. Oh no, I screamed. Like ear-splintering loud.
At the same time, my nails dug into Dare’s back through his shirt. He groaned and pumped even more furiously in and out of me. It wasn’t long before he tensed and then a long, guttural groan erupted from him. “Oh fuck, Ava,” he muttered in my ear.
I could have stayed in that moment of complete satiation forever with Dare’s cock and finger buried inside me. But as soon as Dare caught his breath, he eased himself his cock out of my pussy and his finger out of my ass.
When he tried to put me on my feet, my legs were so rubbery that I began to slide, and he had to hold me up by pinning my thighs with his. “Easy now.”
“What do you expect? You just fucked me into next Tuesday,” I croaked, my voice hoarse from screaming so much.
A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “You’re a corker, Ava.”
“Is that a good thing?”
He grinned. “Oh yeah.”
When my legs finally stopped trembling, I eased the hem of my dress down over my hips. Since my thong was in shreds, there was no point trying to put it on again. Before the awkward silence could permeate the room, I said, “Well, thanks for tonight.”
Dare’s brows shot up. “Are you leaving already?”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I shrugged. “I mean, we fucked, so it’s kinda time to move on.” When he continued staring at me, I said, “Right?”
“I know you’re just coming off a divorce, but no, I’m not ready for you to go.”
“Really?”
“I’m shallow enough to admit if what we just did had epically sucked, I would definitely see you to the door.”
“You would?”
He laughed. “Sadly yes.”
“Then I guess I'm glad I didn’t suck.”
“Me too,” he teased.
Taking a step towards me, he expression turned serious. “The truth is Ava I couldn’t have shown you the door even if you sucked because I like what’s in here.” He tapped my forehead. “You can work at getting good at sex. God knows I did over the years. But you can’t work at having a brain or a personality, which you are very gifted with.”
To his declaration, I so eloquently replied, “Oh.”
Dare chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”
Unable to form words, I merely nodded and let him lead me.