Chapter 17 Aviana Scott
AVIANA SCOTT
WE HAD SPENT the night like two best friends, laughing, drinking, and reminiscing about old times.
Every now and then, I would slip back into reality and vocalize my wonder in how Damar and Mia could have betrayed me for so long, how Damar could have killed his own child.
But every time I did, I felt like Damar and Mia didn’t deserve to be able to taint my and Mythic’s peaceful bliss, so I would change the subject.
Having learned the truth about Damar and Mia, I was overwhelmed. My heart ached. But above it all, I knew that Mythic’s touch and penetration made me forget it all for just a little while.
All night, there was intense sexual tension between us, but it felt as if he were trying to be respectful of my turmoil or my state of mind.
But as I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t take lying next to that perfection any longer without feeling it on top of me, inside of me.
Even as he slept, his massive tool danced under the sheets, rock hard with a morning wood. I began to stroke it softly, purposefully waking Mythic up.
He squinted as his eyes tried to adjust to the morning sun, then he looked at me with an arched brow and a smirk that invited me to continue.
I pulled his dick out of his boxer briefs, which fit his ass so right, then I crawled between his legs.
Kneeling between them, I took all of his swollen manhood into my mouth.
It was a stretch to fit all of him in—the corners of my mouth stung with pain as they stretched beyond capacity.
He hissed as my wet mouth sucked him into my throat.
His fingers found my scalp as I repeatedly brought his tip to kiss my tonsils and then sucked every inch of him to the tip where I kissed his head slowly.
“Gaaawd damn.” It was an ego boost to have such a dominant, hard man like Mythic succumb to me, to writhe under my touch because I was sucking the ego out of him.
My hand slid around his size as my mouth glided effortlessly up and down on his shaft.
He had an intoxicating, addicting taste.
He was far better than any drug but just as exhilarating as heroin running through my veins.
He was my new high, which I never wanted to escape from, and I desperately hoped I would never have to.
My tongue slowly ran down his thick base, tasting him and the oozing drip of his stickily sweet pre-cum.
The way he gnawed his bottom lip made delighted goosebumps prickle my skin.
I wanted more of that, more of his reactions.
I indulged in his taste, bobbing my head up and down, accepting him at the back of my throat.
His addicting dick constricted my breath. Saliva dripped down onto my fingers, which stroked him. I wanted to feel every vein, every single detail of him that I could barely wrap my fingers around. My tongue delicately teased his tip, slowly running over his slit and tasting that delicious ooze.
“Unt uh.” He grunted, tapping my shoulder. “I want to feel you.”
His penetrating eyes told me things he wanted to do that made me shudder.
I released him from my oral embrace and climbed on top of him. As I slid down his length, he took one of my breasts into his mouth, then the other.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I rode him slowly, feeling his dick kiss my cervix.
His large hands gently followed the curves of my body. I bent down, resting my forehead on his and slowly rocked my hips.
“You feel so good, Mythic.”
We kissed again as we gently fucked, moaning into each other’s mouths with every slow stroke.
Mythic held my ass in his hands and helped me ride. I got faster and faster as more and more pleasure filled my body. I could feel a release about to come. He felt it too because he lifted me and started thrusting hard from below.
Before I could cum, he drove deep inside me and rolled over, flipping me onto my back.
I shrieked in shock at the way he easily handled all of my weight and then moaned as he started fucking me hard.
I screamed out as he held me down and thrust harder and harder, pumping his dick inside my warm, wet center.
I wanted to feel bad for sleeping with and enjoying another woman’s man, but no one had given a fuck about deceiving me, and I was over putting others above my own happiness.
I just knew that eventually Mythic and I would have to have a talk about him having to end his relationship with Lelani if he wanted to continue things with me.
But for now, I was going to enjoy the one thing that brought me peace and happiness, especially when everything else around me was crumbling.
I sat on the edge of the bed pouting as I watched Mythic get dressed. He was pulling on a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscles just right. Disappointment tugged at my heart with the thought of him leaving. When he left, I would have to face the chaos and heartache again.
“What’s with the pout?” He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at me with that trademark grin of his.
“I don’t want you to leave. These last two days have felt like I’ve been living in a bubble with you. Despite everything that’s happened, I’ve actually been content.”
He turned to face me fully, and I could see the warmth in his eyes, but there was also a flicker of something else. “I get it,” he said, nodding. “I feel the same way. I don’t want to leave this peace either…” Just then another glimmer of something deeper flashed in his eyes.
I watched him pull on his jeans, still feeling that nagging sense that something wasn’t quite right with him.
“Are you okay?” I asked, wrinkling my brows.
I could see the tension in his shoulders, even as he tried to keep it cool.
“I’m okay,” he replied, but there was an edge to his voice that made me doubt it. “Just worried about you. I hate to leave you, but I’ve been laid up with you for damn near two days. I got business to take care of.”
I nodded, but I knew that he was hiding something else.
But, despite the reality that the other two closest people had completely deceived me without me knowing, I knew that whatever Mythic was hiding would never hurt me.
So, instead of probing, I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.
“Here,” he said, handing them to me.
“What are these for?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I took them from him.
“It’s the condo you showed me on 21st and Indiana. You don’t have to be in a hotel. You can stay there instead,” he explained, his gaze steady on mine. “If you want to stay at the hotel, I’ll pay for it, but I’d prefer you at one of my spots.”
I felt a flutter in my chest at his offer. “I want to be wherever you want me to be,” I said, meeting his eyes with sincerity.
His smile widened, and for a moment, his tension seemed to ease. And even as uncertainty loomed over us, I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way through this mess together.
MYTHIC GREY
That morning, as I sat across from Aviana eating breakfast, I sent Taye a quick text instructing him to get some movers over to my place ASAP and pack up all of Lelani’s things.
After leaving the hotel, I drove over to Rachel’s house, where the movers were waiting for me.
I stepped out of my truck, the June sun shining down on what felt like a new beginning for me and Aviana.
Though this opportunity had come with tragedy and betrayal, it felt like the universe had finally put us together at a time where we didn’t have to be ashamed or feel any guilt.
The last two days with her had been further confirmation that she was mine.
That woman was not only mine, she was also my peace and my home.
I was upset that Lelani had lied to me, and I was upset with myself for not having my guard up.
But her accident was my blessing because I didn’t have to feel bad for kicking her to the curb so that I could finally be with the woman that owned me.
As I walked up to the moving truck, the movers were unloading boxes. I had told them to only pack up any feminine clothes and products, so there was only about twenty boxes.
“Yo, leave those boxes on the lawn,” I instructed.
One of the movers looked up, confusion written all over his face. “Uh, shouldn’t we take them inside? It’d make it easier for you.”
I shot him a glare that could cut glass. “Nah. I said leave them out here. Just do what I said.”
The second mover chimed in, trying to diffuse the situation. “Look, man, it’s just a suggestion. We can help you—”
“Do I look like I need your suggestions, motherfucka?” I snapped back, feeling my temper rise. “Just put the boxes on the fucking lawn and keep it moving.”
They exchanged glances, probably debating whether they wanted to push back or just get the job done.
I glared at them as they finally reluctantly complied and started to drop boxes on the grass.
As they did so, the front door swung open, and Rachel stormed out fuming, with her usual disgust for me painted all over her face.
“What the hell is going on here? What are you doing, Mythic?” Her sharp, piercing tone was so high that it cut through the afternoon quiet.
I leaned against my truck coolly. “I’m giving your daughter’s things back. She should be lucky I’m even doing that.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked as she stormed toward me.
“Because your daughter lied to me about having cancer just to keep me from breaking up with her. Had me all worried about her and shit, faking like she was sick, throwing up and shit, when ain’t shit wrong with her except that she’s fucking diabolical.”
The movers paused for a second as their eyes widened in shock while they listened.
Rachel’s jaw dropped, disbelief flooding her features. Stunned, she paused her approach, stopping in the middle of the lawn among the boxes that now scattered it. “You’re lying!”
“I don’t have to lie to you about shit.” Then I shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck what you believe.”