5. Ava
I could have blamedthe whiskey for my boldness, but I knew it wasn’t that.
There was electricity between Michael and me, and maybe a makeout session would get it out of our system.
The apartment door had barely shut behind us before his lips crashed into mine, and I could devour the sweetness of his tongue that I’d been craving for far too long.
It had been so long since I was kissed, and even then, it was a drunken man dancing in a pub—nothing like this.
Usually, I didn’t want to be touched, and men usually obliged, keeping their hands on my waist or my face, but as Michael’s rough hands caressed each one of my curves, I felt a moan escaping my lips.
“Fuck, Baby, it’s so hot when you do that for me,” he whispered into my mouth.
Did he say it was hot?
And call me baby?
No man had done either thing before.
I’d never felt more worshiped, and so far, all he’d done was kiss me.
I was so drunk at his touch that I didn’t realize where he’d moved us until the back of my knees hit my bed.
I was glad I made the small double bed that morning and didn’t have anything embarrassing like a stack of stuffed animals.
Thank you very much for getting rid of those before moving out of my parents.
Instead, it was just a white duvet from IKEA and a few cherry floral throw pillows.
But now I was scrutinizing everything from Michael’s viewpoint.
What was he thinking of my small room? My bed?
Me in front of it.
But when I opened my eyes and met his hungry gaze, he wasn’t looking at anything but me.
“I have been thinking about worshiping this beautiful body all day,” he said, his voice husky as he trailed his fingers down the valley of my breasts and to my stomach.
“Mine?” I squeaked.
He grinned. “Lay back, Beautiful, and let me taste you.”
I did as I was told, sitting on the bed and scooting back. I’d never had a man command me like this. Hell, I’d never been with a man, period, and when he pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare, the exposure had me wincing. A blush crept down my cheeks as I slammed my knees together.
He gripped my thighs, a scowl forming on his face. “Don’t hide this beautiful body from me, baby.”
I let out a deep breath, looking at the ceiling. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what? Do you not want to do this because if you don’t…” he trailed.
I shook my head. “No, it’s just that I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never had a man eat your pussy?”
My cheeks heated as I shook my head. “No. Never had a man do anything down there?”
He groaned. “You’re telling me you’re a virgin?”
But it wasn’t a groan of frustration; it was more like he was in some kind of pain.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered, moving to sit, but he gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“Don’t be fucking sorry. I get to be the first one to taste and worship this beautiful pussy. I’m going to make it so good for you that you’ll be ruined for other men.”
I didn’t even have time to respond to his brash words as he got to his knees, spreading my legs and blowing a softly against my bare pussy lips.
He did one hot swipe of his tongue before kissing the very top of my pelvic bone. “Eyes on me, Ava. I want you to watch as I devour you.”
My gaze snapped to his, those blue eyes blazing with a fire all their own as he ran his tongue between my lips, then spread me open slightly with his thumb.
He moaned, his eyes going to half-mast. “You taste amazing, baby. I can’t wait to have you come on my tongue.”
His fingers circled inside of me, and an electric tingle started deep in my toes, my hips automatically jutting to meet him.
“That’s it, baby, fuck my face. Let me see you squirm,” he moaned into my lips before lapping me up like I was his last meal.
I whimpered, my body slowly rumbling underneath his touch.
He added another finger, moving in the same rhythm as his tongue, bringing me to the edge.
I moaned, my entire body convulsing underneath him as I rode out my orgasm on his awaiting tongue.
He licked up every drop, grinning as he kissed a line up my thighs, then pressed his lips to my mouth so I could taste myself on him.
I didn’t think it would be so hot, but as he moaned into my mouth, all I could do was pull him closer, feeling his erection through his jeans and pressed onto my wet, bare pussy.
“Do you want to feel this cock in you, baby?” he whispered into my lips before pressing his hand against my folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. You feel amazing,” he groaned, grinding his hand against my wet mound.
I moved my hips to meet his hand, chasing the eruption boiling deep within me.
He laughed. “You’re so wet and needy, I fucking love it.”
With his free hand, he started unbuttoning my shirt, but between finger fucking me and my own movements, he must have gotten frustrated because he ended up just ripping the rest of the fabric and tossing it aside.
“Hey, what if I wanted to keep that shirt,” I whimpered.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled, leaning down and sucking my nipple through the thin lace of my bra.
I cried out, bucking my hips forward as my entire body lit up like it was on fire.
“These tits are so fucking amazing,” he said into my chest, pulling down the cups of my bra to get better access, nibbling and sucking at my hardened nipple.
“You know it’s not fair that you’re still clothed,” I managed to squeak out.
He grinned. “I wanted to take my time with you. Give me another orgasm, baby. Come on my hand, and then I’ll give you this cock.”
He sucked hard on my nipple, picking up the pace as he moved his fingers against my wet folds.
I sucked in a deep breath, my climax starting low in my belly before it burst through me, and I cried out, riding out the wave against his hand.
“Fucccck,” he moaned, kissing me deeply.
I wanted more of his kiss, but I also wanted more of him, so as our tongues intertwined, I pawed at his clothes, ripping them off between our frantic kisses.
Once I had him naked, I ran my hand down the expanse of his abs and down to his massive cock, already leaking with precum as he positioned it between my thighs.
“I’ll go slow, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he said, grabbing my thighs as he positioned his cock right at my wet folds.
“Please, fuck me, Michael.”
He slowly slid in, a small burst of pain stretching my walls before a new sense of pleasure overtook me as he filled me to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight,” he moaned, moving ever so slowly against me.
But I didn’t want slow. I wanted to feel every ridge of him. Ride out another orgasm on his cock.
Grabbing his waist, I pulled him closer, pushing my hips to meet his.
He laughed. “I knew you were a firecracker, baby. Don’t worry, I’m not stopping until I feel you come on my cock.”
He reached between us, his thumb going to my clit and sending an electric jolt. I thrusted harder against him, chasing the fullness of his cock.
This time, when my orgasm hit, sparks flew behind my eyes, and I leaned my head back, screaming as I rode out the wave.
He moaned afterward, and warm spurts shot out onto my stomach as he jerked off onto my belly.
I lay there, meeting his gaze, wondering if I’d see any regret.
When he didn’t say anything and got up, I thought that’s when I saw it.
But then he was quickly back in the room with two warm washcloths, one for wiping my stomach and the other for between my legs.
“I’ll wash these and grab you a bottle of water. Do you need anything else?” he asked, his eyes shining.
“I don’t think I can move. Will you lay with me?” I asked, realizing how vulnerable I was, but I just wanted to feel him, even if it was only for a little longer.
He grinned, kneeling on the side of the bed. “I thought you’d never ask.”