Chapter Seventeen #3
Her hair was a tangled mess, falling over her shoulders and hiding her tits. A bluish light from the window glinted off her pale face and the tears wetting her lashes, the result of her gag reflex, he hoped. And her lips were red and puffy and glistening.
Swiping the back of her hand across her mouth, she sat back on her heels staring at him, her breathing shallow. She gave him a tentative smile.
Hunger clawed at Avery’s gut, and blood surged to his dick again. He went from a semi to fully erect in two point seven seconds. He wanted her again.
Reaching for his pants, he found his wallet and plucked the condom from it. He laid it aside and leaned back again. “Come here.”
She rose to her knees, but impatient to feel her skin against his, he met her halfway, scooping her up and dragging her along his body. Those fucking long legs bracketed his hips, and taut nipples grazed his chest.
Gripping her hips, he settled her pussy along the length of his dick. She was soaking wet and so fucking hot for him. He rocked his hips. His shaft glided between her folds and over that plump little button.
A soft cry whispered over him like a caress.
“You like that?” Filling his hands with her ass, he showed her the way and rolled his hips.
Her lips parted on a moan, luring him in to capture her mouth. She tasted of wine, chocolate, fire, and him. Something primal hissed through him, a possessiveness he tried to fight. He didn’t do jealousy. But its sharp teeth sank deep and wouldn’t let go.
He wasn’t her first blow job. That she’d practiced on Murdick to keep him at arms’ length was only a small consolation. But he’d been the first to fuck her, to feel the fire she kept banked inside her, and that made her his forever.
The need to taste that fire again raged to the surface, urging him to go up in flames with her and burn away every memory before him.
Another whimper had him giving in. He sat her up and back on his thighs, tore open the condom, and rolled it down his dick. Positioning her over him again, his tip kissing her entrance, ready to cram her full of cock, he stopped.
Avery looked into Jo’s trusting eyes. She’d let him nail her to the couch if that’s what he wanted, and he fucking did. But he’d done that yesterday and hurt her. This time, he needed to take it slow and easy.
“Brace your hands on my chest.” When she’d done that, he laid his hands on her thighs. “You’re in control. Take as much as you want, as slow as you want.”
His heart beat faster as he watched her pussy slowly swallow his dick. Halfway down, the muscles in her thighs bunched under his hands, and she reversed the direction. The next glide down took him deeper and stole his breath.
She gasped. “Oh, god, Avery. I feel…so full.”
Avery chuckled until he looked up to find her watching, too, and it took everything in him not to sheath himself all the way with a quick buck of his hips.
Restraint had always been like building a sandcastle during high tide, but Jo was teaching him that, sometimes, patience really was a virtue. He’d never had much of that either.
Lifting a hand, he cupped her cheek, his fingers rough against the softness of her skin. “You feel amazing.”
Her gaze met his, and the smile she gave him would have brought him to his knees if he’d been standing. Then she started to move, finding a rhythm, a slow undulation. One, two, three, four leisurely rides up his cock and down was all it took for him to bottom out.
“Oh!” She blinked and laughed a little but took it in stride and sat up while he ground his teeth and dug his fingers into her thighs to keep from flipping her over and wrecking her pussy again.
With another roll of her hips, she let her head fall back, hair cascading down to tickle his thighs. Her hands covered the view she’d given him of her tits, lifting, squeezing, pinching her nipples. She knew exactly what he liked.
Catching her rhythm, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Every facet of emotion that played across her face was like a GPS to get her off.
The open-mouthed wonder, the drag of her teeth across her lip when he hit the right spot, the dip of her brows as the pleasure became too intense, the pout when he backed off before she reached the pinnacle she sought.
“Do you want to come?” He skimmed a thumb over her clit. “’Cause I could do this all night.”
Or fucking die trying.
“Yes,” she cried, her breaths coming in quick pants. “Give it to me.”
“This one’s all yours, baby.” He tweaked her clit in a succession of quick circles.
A long keening cry erupted from her throat, and the walls of her pussy clamped around his dick. Teeth gnashing, he held onto a thin thread of control and savored every spasm that shuddered through her, but the second, her cry turned into a low moan, the thread snapped.
Bolting upright, Avery flipped her onto her back.
One hand pinning her down at the hip, he propped on one forearm, withdrew to the tip and slammed home again.
He fucked her hard and fast, needing to give her more, needing more of her.
Her hands were everywhere—in his hair, on his back, fingers digging into his ass, urging him to take it.
He pistoned into her as if his life depended on her next orgasm, and when it hit, the force of it tore through him with a violence that rocked him to his fucking core. He’d never felt such a raw hunger to possess something or someone.
The nerves at the base of his spine crackled. His balls tightened. He reared back, rammed into her, and plunged headfirst into the fiery ocean of release, where she waited for him, calling his name.
“Avery…”
He barely heard her over the blood pounding through his ears as ribbons of hot cum shot into the condom, engulfing him in sweet release. “Jo.”
Chest heaving, he collapsed on top of her. Her pussy clenched, and he shivered through an aftershock. He nuzzled her ear, kissed the spot beneath, and trailed along her jaw to claim her mouth in a long, slow kiss.
Avery ended the kiss, pulled out, and sank to the inside of the couch. Propped on one elbow, he studied her as she lay still, except for her slowing breaths, one arm over her head, the other resting on her belly. She stared at the ceiling, her expression unreadable.
“What’s going on in your brain?”
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, then straight up again. “Just thinking about my grandma.”
“Shouldn’t you be thinking of how great I was? Or do I need to show you again?”
A smile took the edge off his concern. “You were pretty great, but I’m willing to take another test drive to be sure.”
“Give me a few minutes.” He teased a finger over her nipple. It grew taut, and little goosebumps popped up over the dewy skin surrounding it. He cupped the fullness and watched his fingers sink into her soft flesh. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird to think about your grandmother after sex?”
A throaty laugh shimmied through his palm and up his arm. His cock twitched but didn’t rise to the occasion.
“No, it’s just that she always said, ‘Sex leads to broken hearts and broken dreams.’ She never mentioned how beautiful it is, and for sure, she never said anything about a broken pussy.” She finally looked at him. “You’ve wrecked mine.”
And there we go.
“Ready for another test drive?”