Chapter Sixteen Dare
W ith a smile, I watched as Ava bustled around the kitchen, eyeing pots and pans and chatting with the cooks. She appeared to be putting a lot of thought into what she was going to feed me, and man, if that wasn’t a fucking ego trip.
Considering her expression when she first saw me, I wouldn’t have imagined us having a moment like this. I’d had to pull out all my stops to get her to give the idea of us a shot. The egotistical side of me was quite pissed that she hadn’t fallen into my waiting arms. But at the same time, it just once again reiterated how different she was than most of the women I dated…or fucked.
When Ava returned to the table, the platter in her arms overflowed with different dishes. After she eased it onto the table, I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her onto my lap.
She squealed in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Sit.” I commanded like she had me earlier.
“On your lap?”
“Do you have a better suggestion?”
“Maybe a chair?”
“Not to feed me.”
A laugh bubbled from her lips. “Excuse me?”
“You wanted me to try Greek food, so you can feed it to me.”
“I think a powerful man like you can feed himself.”
“It’s because of my power that you’ll do as I ask,” I snapped back.
Fury overwhelmed Ava’s expression. For a moment, it appeared that she was going to stab me with the fork in her hand. But then she surprised me by muttering, “Fine.”
As I ran my hand lazily up her back, I asked, “What did you bring?”
“For starters, I did a Greek salad.”
“I have had that before.”
She grinned. “I figured you had, so I thought that could be for me.”
Pointing to the soup bowl, I asked, “Is that for me?”
She nodded. “It’s called stifado.” Ava spooned out a bite before blowing across it. “It’s like a beef stew. I thought it might be similar to Irish ones.”
When she brought it to my lips, I opened my mouth. Ava’s eyes flared when I flicked my tongue against the spoon to test how hot it was. Without taking my gaze off of hers, I widened my mouth and took in the bite.
“Mm, that’s fucking delicious,” I remarked.
She smacked my thigh playfully. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“How else can I rate the food?”
“By swallowing.”
I momentarily choked hearing that word from her. My actions caused Ava to huff out a frustrated breath. “That’s seriously where your mind went?”
Wagging my brows, I replied, “Always.”
Ignoring me, she spooned me a few more mouthfuls of the stew. “What’s next?” I asked.
Ava reached for a dark colored roll of some kind. “These are Dolmades.”
“Which are?”
“Stuffed olive leaves.”
I scrunched up my nose. “You’re trying to feed me leaves?”
Ava rolled her eyes. “They’re from a vine, not a tree.”
“Are you sure because it looks like you went outside and picked a few out of the yard?”
Although the corners of her lips quirked, Ava commanded, “Open your mouth.”
Fuck me if I didn’t love when she bossed me around. But I loved giving her shit even more. “You forgot the magic word.”
“Open your mouth, Asshole ?” she teasingly asked.
“Nice try.” Her lips gleamed with the oil from the salad. I ran my finger over it before bringing it to my mouth and licking my finger. “Here’s a hint. I love to hear this word from you.”
To my surprise, she replied, “Please open your mouth.”
I obediently obliged her. As I chewed the roll, Ava leaned forward expectantly. “What do you think?”
As my tongue swirled around the leaf and its contents of rice and spices, I replied, “It’s kinda minty.”
“Good minty or bad minty.”
“Okay minty.”
Her brows creased. “So, that’s a no for the Dolmedes.”
“It’s not bad. I like the stew thing better.”
“Hmm, let’s try the Pastitsio. It’s kinda like Shepherd’s Pie except there’s sauce topping instead of potatoes.”
As I took in the bite Ava spooned me, I asked, “Since when do you know Irish food?”
Instead of chastising me for talking with my mouth full again, she replied, “My ex and I went to the UK the first summer we were married.”
“Which part of Ireland did you visit?” I motioned for more of the Pastitsio.
“Just the southern part.”
“You missed the best city in the world. Belfast.”
She smiled. “If I ever make it overseas again, I’ll make sure to go there.”
“Don’t you ever go back to Greece?”
“Nope. I’ve never been.”
“Seriously?” At her nod, I couldn’t help asking, “Why not?”
“My parents won’t go back because they’re afraid of the mafia there.”
Her comment sent me once again choking. Quickly, she thrust a glass of water at me. After downing half of it, I then wheezed, “The Greek mafia?”
“Yeah,” she replied nonchalantly.
I hadn’t gotten any type of vibe of being a made man from her father, so I couldn’t imagine what connection they would have with one of the mafia families. “Did they have some kind of altercation with the mafia?”
After taking a bite of the pastitsio, Ava chewed thoughtfully. “They’ve never come right out and said. Just whenever I asked about going back to Greece, they would say that they were afraid of organized crime.”
Glancing around, Ava then leaned closer to me. “Sometimes I wonder if their fear comes from the fact that my sister’s boyfriend was in the mafia, and maybe it had something to do with their accident.”
“Do you know his last name?”
She shook her head. “I don’t even know his first name.”
Without names to tie to a certain family, it was a dead end. Ava pushed off my lap. “Where are you going?”
“I want something sweet. Would you like baklava or loukoumades?
“I’ll go with baklava since I’ve had it before.”
“I’ll bring some loukoumades too.” With a wink, she replied, “They’re sweet honey balls.”
“Dribble some honey on my balls, and you can have them instead,” I teased.
Instead of chiding me on talking about balls within earshot of others, Ava replied. “Very tempting.”
I groaned as I watched her sashay over to where the desserts were being prepared. When she returned, she had a large slice of baklava on her plate and what must’ve been the honey balls she had mentioned earlier.
“Let me guess. You’re going to force me to eat one of the balls.”
She laughed. “Just try one.”
“Okay, fine.”
After taking one in her hand, she said, “Open up.”
“It’s very nutty,” I remarked about the chopped nuts sticking to the surface.
Ava rolled her eyes. “Just eat.”
I willingly obliged her. Sweetness assaulted my tongue on the first bite. “Very cinnamony.”
“But good, right?”
“I know something sweeter.”
“What?” she innocently asked.
After swallowing my bite, I grabbed the back of her neck before slamming my lips against hers. Her squeak of surprise quickly changed over to a moan of pleasure when I dipped my tongue into her mouth.
The one taste I was desperate for was hers. I couldn’t get enough of it. Our liplock grew even more heated. Ava slid her hands up my arms to grip my shoulders. With my tongue battling against Ava’s, my hand slid around to the front of her throat. When I gave a gentle squeeze, Ava gripped me tighter.
With the feel of gorgeous body against me and her lips on mine, it didn’t take long for my cock to rise to the occasion. When Ava started rocking her hips against me, I groaned against her lips. “Ava, I need you.”
“I know. I need you, too,” she panted.
“But what about your pussy?”
Grinning, she replied, “She needs you, too.”
I laughed. “I mean, aren’t you too sore?”
Fire burned in Ava’s dark eyes. “Yes. But there are other options.”
“Such as?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” she questioned in a hushed voice.
“No. But I’d like to hear you say it.”
Leaning over, Ava’s breath scorched against my earlobe. “I want you to devour my pussy with your mouth and tongue,” she whispered.
“Hmm, I like that idea very much.”
“And when you finished eating me out?”
“Yes?” I hissed in anticipation.
“I’ll suck your cock until you explode down my throat.”
“Your mouth is torture.”
“Wait until it’s on your cock.”
I couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. Grabbing Ava by the waist, I pushed her to her feet. “Where can we go?”
“My parents’ office.”
“You kinky girl.”
She grinned. “It’s far enough away from curious ears, and it has a door that locks.”
As we hurried down the hallway together, I felt like I was a teenager again and ducking away to try to find somewhere hidden to fuck.
When we got inside her parents’ office, the sight of the couch before me was inspirational. “I think I know how we can handle this quickie.”
“And how’s that?”
Waggling my brows, I replied, “With some very old school 69.”
“Seriously?”
To prove my point, I waltzed over to the couch. After lying down, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. Raising my hips, I then jerked my pants and boxers down over my thighs.
Ava’s eyes flared with desire at the sight of my hard cock. To my undoing, she licked her lips in anticipation.
I crooked my finger at her. “Get your sexy ass over here.”
With an erotic grin, she started walking to the couch. When she reached me, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. As she shimmied them down her thighs, I leaned up and flicked my tongue against her pussy. She arched her hips, pushing her mound against my mouth. I continued lapping at her wet center, causing her to moan.
As I gazed up at her, I said, “When we have more time, I want you to ride my fucking face.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
“Come on and get on me.”
“Yes, sir.” After straddling me, Ava got on all fours and swished her ass tantalizingly in front of my face. I rewarded her efforts with a stinging smack against her ass cheek.
She hissed in a breath before throwing me a glance over her shoulder. “Harder.”
I palmed her opposite cheek before smacking it hard. Ava whimpered with pleasure. “Again.”
“Not until you put my cock in your mouth.”
Laying across my chest and abs, Ava took my straining cock in her hands. Just the feel of her hands around me caused my hips to buck up. After licking up my length, Ava suctioned the tip, causing my head to fall back. “Fuck that’s good.”
I turned my attention back to Ava’s pussy that glistened with need. I began licking her in long strokes of my tongue like I was devouring a melting ice cream cone. She whimpered against my cock as she started bobbing up and down on my dick.
At my grunt, she let my dick fall free of her mouth before she licked and sucked my sac. Her hand kept sliding up and down my shaft as she worked my balls. At the slight graze of her teeth against my ultra sensitive flesh, I barked out a cry. “Fuck, Ava.”
She shot me an erotic smile over her shoulder before bringing her mouth back to my cock. My hips began to rise, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper into her wet, warm mouth.
Since Ava appreciated assplay, I dragged my thumb back and forth through her arousal. Once my thumb was fully coated, I pressed it against her puckered hole. After dipping it slowly inside her, Ava shuddered before pushing her hips back against my hand.
With my arm propped on one of her cheeks, I pumped my thumb inside her ass. Ava groaned around my length. While my cock fucked her mouth, she rocked her hips back against my hand as my fingers pumped furiously in and out of her ass. Ava alternated between harsh pants and moans as if it was all just too much.
She didn’t protest when two fingers replaced my thumb in her ass. Her body began trembling all over. At the extra suctioning of her clit, Ava went over the edge.
After I fell from her mouth, she screamed, “Dare! Yes, oh yes!”
I kept fingering her and lapping at her center. Once she rode out her high, she took me back into her mouth. I began pumping my hips faster. As I fucked her mouth hard and deep, my guttural grunts of pleasure filled the room. As Ava gagged and moaned around me, tears streaked down her cheeks. As I felt my balls tightening, I cried out, “Ava!”
Then my hot cum detonated onto her tongue and filled her mouth. After Ava finished swallowing me down, she licked me clean before flopping over to collapse beside me.
“That was…” she murmured.
“Fucking amazing.”
“Yes, that.” Turning her head, she gave me a wicked look. “Want to come back to my house?”
“For more?”
“Yes.”
“Will you do a lapdance just for me?”
“I can try.”
“Let’s go. Now.”