Chapter Twelve #3
“I’ll talk to Marcus. See what he says. That’s why I was late.
We met about it again this morning. Either way, it’ll show my family what actually happened.
They’re still pretty pissed on your behalf, along with ninety percent of social media.
” He grinned. “You’ve turned into quite the media princess. ”
“I’m so sorry, Avery. Would it help if I talked to them?”
“Nah, this should do it.” His thumb hovered over the play button. “I’d like you to watch it before it goes out.”
She laid her hand over his, covering the screen. “I don’t need to.” A nervous laugh bubbled out of her. “God knows why, but I trust you.”
His eyes held hers for a moment, a battle waging in their dark depths, as if part of him wanted to prove something to her while another part of him wanted to believe that she trusted him without proof, that she believed in him.
In the end, he relinquished his phone to his pocket and pulled her back into his arms. “Where were we?”
On her tiptoes again, she whispered against his lips, “Right about here.”
His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue slicing between her lips and stroking the underside. A moan ripped from her throat. She drove her eager fingers into the hair at his nape to urge him deeper.
He gripped her ass and lifted her off the ground. In two strides, her back hit the wall, and the thick ridge of his cock slammed against her mound. Sparks ignited in her belly. She tilted her hips, her clit seeking relief with the next flex of his hips.
On a groan, he tore his lips from hers, and her head lolled to one side as he pressed open-mouth kisses along her jaw to that sensitive spot behind her ear. “I can feel how hot you are. You’re scorching my dick through my pants.”
His thumb grazed her nipple through the dress as he ground against her again, slowly, not as hard this time.
“Oh fuck, Avery, yes. Do that again.”
Instead, he eased off enough to peel her sweater over her shoulders. She helped him, shimmying until it fell away, but he was already tasting his way across her collarbone.
She whimpered as he dragged the material of her dress across her nipple, and she couldn’t stifle the feral cry of relief when his hot mouth closed over it and sucked.
Each draw tugged at the invisible string connected to a place she’d never felt before, a new pleasure center that ramped up the desire burning its way through her body.
Oh god, he definitely knows what he’s doing.
One last hard suck and he released her breast with a pop. His weight lifted off her, but she filled her hands with his shirt. “Don’t stop.”
“Shhhhh, I’m right here.” He pried her fingers loose.
Fabric rustled, dragging her from the stupor he’d put her in. She blinked her eyes open just in time for his hands to grasp her waist, pick her up, and sit her atop the step ladder.
Sans jacket—what had he done with it—Avery dropped to his knees, one bracketing each side of the ladder, and sat back on his heels.
The bulge at the V of his thighs stole her breath and scattered her tenuous thoughts.
As did the white of his shirt stretched taut across the breadth of his shoulders and contrasting with the raven-black of his hair at his collar.
It wasn’t fair that he should be so beautiful and yet exude that degree of raw masculinity.
Sighing, she tracked his dark chocolate eyes as he, too, seemed to catalog her attributes, his gaze lingering over her exposed breast before sliding up to collide with hers. “Fuck, Legs, you’re beautiful.”
Fire bloomed in her cheeks. “What are we doing?”
“I want to see all of you.” He flicked the tie holding her dress closed. “Show me what you’re hiding.”
Ignoring the voice in her head demanding modesty, Jo tugged the tail of the bow and watched his face as the tie unfurled and one side of the dress opened.
His eyes narrowed on her fingers as she reached for the button holding the other side in place.
His jaw ticked and his fingers curled into his palms, as if restraint was taking a toll, as if he wanted to rip the dress off.
The power she held over him was heady, that he was giving it to her humbling. The button gave way. The other half slid aside, leaving the dress hanging on by its straps. She shivered, but not from the cold. The hunger in his eyes warmed her from the inside out.
His palms grazed up her thighs to the elastic of her panties.
He hooked his fingers into the sides, and she leaned from side to side so that he could slide them from under her ass and down.
She swallowed the urge to cover herself as silk rolled in on itself and over her pussy, revealing the wet evidence of her lust. For him.
Dragging her panties down her legs, he let them drop around her heels. “Ah, Legs, is that all for me?”
She squeezed her thighs together. “I don’t see anyone else here.”
He curled his fingers around one ankle and hooked the heel of her sandal on the outer edge of the top wrung. He repeated the action with her other heel and returned his hands to the top of his thighs.
Lifting her panties to his nose, he inhaled. “I love the way you smell. Like fresh berries.”
He stuffed her panties into his front pants pocket. “Lean against the wall.”
With the ladder’s back feet wedged against the baseboard, there was a bit of space between her and the sheetrock, so complying was somewhat awkward, but she managed.
“Now, open for me.” The command was deep, gravelly, and gave her the courage to break free of the fragile hold her fear still claimed.
You want this. And it’s only third base.
Slowly, Jo let her legs fall open.
“Fuck.” His fists clenched. His nostrils flared. The tip of his tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, then disappeared. “Such a pretty peach.”
Her pussy clenched, and she steeled herself as arousal trickled from her opening. And still, she couldn’t stop watching him.
Chase had gone down on her a few times, reluctantly and only in the dark. She’d been self-conscious the entire time, so much so that she’d found herself wishing it was over.
Yet with Avery…oh god, with Avery…
Remembering his instructions from the fantasy he’d built Saturday night, she filled her hands with her breasts and teased her thumbs over her hard nipples.
His gaze flew to hers, and one corner of his mouth curled upward. “Tell me what you want.”
As if he doesn’t know.
“Come on, fuckboy, show me whatcha got.”
His tongue flicked over his bottom lip again, but when he rose onto his knees, he zeroed in on her other breast, as if it had somehow called out to him, needing the same attention he’d given its twin.
Back against the wall, she arched into his mouth and almost toppled. She grappled for balance and found it once again in the silky waves at the base of his skull. As good as it felt, that wasn’t where she wanted him.
Urging him lower, she sighed when he didn’t resist and let her direct him lower. “I need—”
“Don’t worry, Legs. I know what you want.” He nuzzled her ribs. “You’ve been thinking about it this whole time, haven’t you?”
Down, down, down he went, nipping, licking, kissing, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. The destruction of her sanity. Her breasts rose and fell, each ragged breath confessing the loss.
At the crest of her mound, he lingered, his warm breath teasing her clit. “Talk to me, Legs. Let me hear you talk dirty.”
Tilting her hips upward to meet his mouth, silently begging, she shook her head.
His tongue dipped between her folds at the very top then retreated. “You want me to…”
“Eat my…peach.” She sucked in a long breath, then expelled it on a moan as the flat of his tongue laved from slit to clit. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Avery, fuck.”
He grunted his approval and began a slow exquisite torture, circling, sucking, triggering electrical pulses in her pussy that streaked like lightning down her thighs. Her toes curled. The storm building inside her loomed just out of reach.
A finger rimmed her entrance, and her head snapped up. “No.”
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but she was wedged between his shoulders and the wall. She’d never been penetrated by anything other than a tampon. Not a dildo, not her own fingers, and certainly no part of Chase’s anatomy. Not even during the delicious phone sex with Avery.
“Easy, Legs.” He lapped at the fresh wetness he’d compelled with his touch. “I’ve got you.”
You want this, remember.
She loosened the vise-like grip on his shoulders and let him drag her back under, so deep this time that she didn’t resist when he touched her.
Instead, she pushed against his invading finger, savoring the first stretch and the friction as it sank deeper with every thrust, every lap of his tongue. One finger became two, teasing her with the promise of something stronger, more exquisite than she’d ever known.
She writhed against his mouth and hand, needing to reach that mysterious destination, wanting Avery to show her the way. “Please.”
His fingers curled, finding the infamous G-spot, and two things registered. She had one, and it actually worked.
But the storm wasn’t at all what she expected. It wasn’t the soothing rain of pleasure. She wasn’t floating on puffy white clouds. This orgasmic tempest was a violent explosion of white-hot bliss, a chaos of wildfire flooding through her in pulsing waves, carrying her onto a higher plane.
Breathless, she called his name.