Chapter 10 Scott
TEN
SCOTT
She tastes like the sweetest of sins.
Sweet, slippery, and something I could easily become fucking addicted to. The second my tongue slides between her folds, every reason I had for holding back shatters.
I shouldn’t have touched her; that was my first mistake. And I sure as hell shouldn’t have dropped to my knees and buried my face in her heat. But once her taste hit my tongue and I heard the delirious sounds she makes when I lick her just right, there was no stopping.
God condemn me, because I don’t want to.
She squirms against my mouth, one hand buried in my hair, the other fisted in the leather behind her.
Her thighs tremble against my shoulders.
Every hitch of her breath is a challenge, every moan permission to keep going.
I flatten my tongue, lick from ass to clit, and stop to zero in on her tight bundle of nerves.
With a deliberate, slow-moving pressure, her hips jerk.
I should stop here and walk away before we get any deeper, before I lose myself completely in a situation I don’t belong in.
She’s too young.
My best friend’s daughter.
She can never be mine.
But none of those logical points matter with her thighs gripping tightly around my head and the taste of her soaking cunt against my lips.
I hold her hips tighter, keeping her still as I fuck into her with my tongue.
Her cries turn desperate. She’s close, teetering on the edge, it’s easy to tell by the way her cunt pulses around me, but I can sense her holding back.
“No,” I growl against her. “Let go. I want it. Every damn drop.”
Her body shatters. Trembling hard against my mouth as she comes, thighs clamping down, hips rocking up. The sound that tears from her throat could rival a wild beast’s roar. It’ll haunt me forever, burned into the depths of my psyche, into my goddamn soul.
When she finally sags back, wrecked in a way that makes my ego swell, I stand, wiping my mouth and beard with the back of my hand, as I stare down at her.
Christ. She looks like an apparition. Like every indecent thought I’ve ever had come to life, displayed to me in firelight and covered in a thin coat of sweat.
Now would be the perfect time to break this connection.
To stop this madness and separate from my temptation.
I’ve given her enough to quell the ache in her body.
But my cock throbs painfully behind my zipper, and the animal in me—the part I kept caged for years behind expensively tailored outfits and discipline—is done being polite.
I scoop her off the couch, her clothes falling back, and I regret not ripping them from her body earlier. With one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees, I walk us over to the thick blanket she dropped on the rug in front of the fire.
She clings to me in a blissed out state, lips still parted in post orgasmic ecstasy. She doesn’t ask what I’m doing, just zones in on my lips like they’re her new best friend.
Lying her down gently, I hover over her, breath coming hard through my nose. Her sleep shirt hitches halfway up her body, and her shorts are soaked through from her juices. They’re hiding everything I shouldn’t be so desperate to see.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp, even though I don’t mean it. “Tell me and I will.”
Her hands slide under my shirt, fingers dragging across my chest, slow and teasing. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
That’s all I need, the nail in the coffin to my morality.
I grab her shorts and yank them down her legs, tossing them aside. She pulls her shirt off herself, throwing it to the other side of the room. And there she is, finally naked under me. Her pale skin glistens in the firelight. Her eyes lock on mine with nothing more than burning passion.
I unbuckle my belt with shaking fingers, nervous as the first time I got my cock wet. I shove my jeans down just enough to press the head of my cock against her soaked entrance.
So warm. So wet. So goddamn tight and all fucking mine.
I push in slowly, jaw clenched. Feeling her wet skin against my throbbing cock has me fighting the urge to slam into her.
Her hands ghost everywhere across my skin, fighting with the fabric of my shirt until she’s finally had enough and rips it over my head.
Her legs are wrapped around my hips, pulling me deeper.
“Jesus, Ava,” I groan, burying myself to the hilt. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
But she does. She knows the power she holds over me now. It’s in the way her sly grin takes over her scarlet face.
And as I start to move with deep and punishing strokes, she moans like she’s been waiting for this longer than either of us has had the courage to admit. Longer than the day and a half we’ve been locked away in this snowy fortress. But I know that can’t be true.
I take her hard, rocking her into the blanket with every thrust. The fire burns hot against my side, sweat glistens on her collarbones, and runs down my chest. Her nails break skin, raking down my spine.
My control snaps somewhere between her faint whimpers and the way she whispers my name like a parishioner praying to their God.
There’ll be guilt later. Regret, maybe. But not in this moment.
Right now, it’s only the feel of her hot pussy wrapped in a vise-like hold around my cock. The sound of our sweat-slicked skin slaps rhythmically against the hushed night. One undeniable truth plays on repeat in my mind. She is mine, even if I pay for it when he finds out.
She fits around me like a hand-mended sheath. Like no one else ever has. So tight, pulling me in, dragging me deeper. Every thrust sends her body arching up to meet me, every gasp and whimper like gasoline poured on a raging fire ready to consume me.
I couldn’t stop touching her, even if the world around us came to a cataclysmic end.
My hands roam her curves as if I’m mapping a newly discovered land.
Her flared hips give my fingers something soft to dig into.
The valley between her swollen breasts calls to me, drawing me down to swipe my tongue across her salty skin.
She moans when I pull her pink nipple into my mouth and give it a quick nip.
“Harder,” she breathes, voice wrecked.
I nearly lose it.
I give it to her, bracing one hand beside her head and let go, pounding into her with everything I’ve held back all day.
She doesn’t falter, meeting me thrust for thrust below, nails scoring my arms, head thrown back in surrender.
She’s so goddamn beautiful like this, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.
“Look at me,” I growl, hungry for her next orgasm.
Her eyes flutter open, disoriented and heavy-lidded. I stare down into them, watching them go wide when I reach between us and press my fingers to her clit, rubbing in ruthless circles.
“Come for me,” I order, breath ragged, ready to follow her over the edge. “Right now.”
She does, like the command is what throws her over.
Her whole body shakes in my hands as she shatters around me, clenching and sobbing my name like I’m the only man in her life that’s ever made her come undone like this.
I don’t hold back. The snug heat of her wet release drags me with her. With a grunt, I drive into her one last time and spill inside, every muscle in my body going taut, then slack. For a moment, everything else ceases to exist.
Just me. Just her. Us.
“Wow,” she says, smiling sleepily.
She untangles her arm from beneath my body and brushes my damp hair back from my forehead. Her chest rises and falls, pushing against mine, still trembling from the exertion of the best sex of my life.
I’ve had many women over the years. Never ones that meant anything. A date to a gala here or a late-night fuck there. Sex with Ava has been a completely different experience. The way she responded and gave in to every rough kick of my hips. I’m addicted, and already want more.
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, the corner of her mouth. “Tell me you’re okay,” I ask, worrying my bottom lip.
She closes the small space between us, pulling it free with her teeth. Her pillow-soft lips slam into mine, claiming me as much as I’ve just claimed her tight little cunt.
When she finally relents, I don’t ask again. I have my answer.
I pull out gently, catching the glide of my cum pushing from her swollen cunt. I didn’t use a condom. I’ve never not used a fucking condom in my life. What the hell is wrong with me? Should I say something? But Ava doesn’t seem to be worried about it, and she has to know.
My mind races as I settle beside her, dragging another blanket up over our bodies, waiting for her to mention my carelessness.
But all she does is tuck against me as if it’s always been her spot.
That calms the chaos raging inside me. One of her smooth legs drifts up over mine, and her head rests on my chest. It’s remarkably natural.
The fire’s died down, embers pop in need of more fuel to keep us warm the rest of the night, but there’s zero chance of me moving from this position any time soon.
Outside, the wind picks up, beating against the cabin like crashing waves into a sandy beach. And then, suddenly, everything goes silent.
The low hum of the generator cuts out, plunging us into darkness.
Ava tenses slightly against me. “The powers out, again?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, voice thick with sleep and no plans to throw clothes on and haul my ass outside in the cold. “Generator probably ran out of fuel.”
She tilts her head up, brows pitched in concern. “Shouldn’t you—”
“Nope,” I answer, dragging her tighter against me. “I’m not moving an inch from this warm body. Whatever’s out there can wait ‘til morning.”
Her laughter’s soft against my chest. I kiss the top of her head and sigh, knowing my excuse is great in theory, but we’ll freeze if I don’t at least throw a few more logs on the fire.
I sit up, pulling her with me, which lands me an indignant groan. Watching the blanket topple to her waist, her full breasts make my dick twitch. But even with the sex goddess beside me—her limbs still awkwardly tangled in mine—I know another round is out of the question right now.
Grabbing a couple of pieces of wood, I hand them over and nod toward the fireplace. We have a silent understanding that the less we move away from each other, the better.
When the logs settle into place, I draw her back down into our makeshift bed. I guess I’ll be sleeping another night with Ava after all.
Outside, the silence of the unknown presses in. Inside, we stay wrapped together, skin to skin, hearts beating in tune.
And somewhere between the weight of exhaustion and the warmth of her body, I let go, drifting off with her in my arms.
Tomorrow and its problems can come when it damn well pleases.