Chapter 13
FORD
I’m sunk deep into the living room recliner, legs sprawled wide with my laptop balanced across my thighs, attempting to orchestrate a little cyber chaos against the Dollhouse.
Technically, I should be working on the term paper due next week. But why bore myself to tears when I could give myself an actual challenge?
The account that made payment to Gideon was supposed to be untraceable.
To the average person, anyway. But I’m a goddamn genius, so I found a way to crack the encryption.
Now I’m chasing the rabbit down the hole, following the trail back to the originating bank.
Once I find it, the rest is just a matter of gaining access and deciding how to inflict the maximum amount of damage.
The apartment door swings open, and Ava stumbles in, her backpack thumping against the floor as it slides off her shoulder. She’s grinning to herself, cheeks flushed pink, the ends of her chestnut hair a little wild.
The second she spots me in the recliner, the smile disappears, her expression flattening into practiced boredom.
“Where’s Wes?” I ask as she kicks the door shut behind her.
“Dunno,” she breathes, toeing off her shoes. “Probably flexing his biceps at the gym or something.
I narrow my eyes, suspicion prickling. “And where the hell have you been?”
“With Bryce.” She slides her backpack toward the wall with her foot, then heads for the kitchen.
I snap my laptop closed. “Thought we told you not to hang out with that loser anymore?”
“And I thought I told you to go to hell,” she fires back, her tone lacking the edge it had earlier.
There’s something different about her– she’s moving slower than usual, shoulders relaxed, eyes gone a little glassy around the edges. At first, I can’t quite place it.
Then it clicks.
“Are you high right now?” I ask, amused.
She grabs a La Croix from the fridge and leans against the counter, popping the can open with her thumb. “A little,” she replies with a shrug.
There’s a soft lilt in her voice– something easy and sultry that goes straight to my dick.
I watch her tilt the can back and drain half of it in one long swallow. “Didn’t take you for a stoner,” I say, smirking. “But hey. No judgment.”
She wipes her mouth with the back of a hand and sets the can on the counter. “As if you could ever judge me,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.
I cock a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shrugs, then stretches her arms overhead, the movement making her shirt ride up just enough to reveal a thin strip of soft skin at her waist. “You just don’t seem like the gold standard for moral fortitude, Ford.”
I pretend to be wounded for half a second, but inside, I’m genuinely pleased. She’s learning. Getting harder, sharper, meaner. I’d love to take the credit, but it seems the Dollhouse did most of the heavy lifting.
“Alright, pretty girl,” I say, pushing out of the recliner and setting my laptop on the side table. “That’s enough backtalk from you. It’s bedtime.”
She lets out an incredulous laugh, warm and a little breathy. “What? It’s like eight p.m.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, prowling toward her. “And I haven’t had you in my bed for over a week. Gotta make up for lost time, Ava baby.”
She folds her arms, arching a brow like she’s daring me to try something. I don’t bother with pretense. I just march right up to her, scoop her up, and toss her over my shoulder in one smooth motion.
Ava yelps, legs kicking as she pounds her fists against my back. “Put me down, asshole!”
I laugh, ignoring the blows. They land light, more for show than anything else. I know what it feels like when she actually fights me, and unfortunately this isn’t it.
I carry her down the hall, her hair whipping my lower back and her curses getting more creative with every step. I’m half-hard by the time we reach my door, hip-checking it open and stepping inside. By the time I knock the door closed and lower her back down to her feet, I’m fully there.
Ava shoves her hair out of her face, glaring up at me. “Are you insane?”
I flip the lock and lean back against the door, crossing my arms. “Strip.”
Her jaw drops. “Excuse me?”
I tilt my head, studying her like I’ve got all the patience in the world. “Come on, Ava baby. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but they both end with you naked in my bed.” My gaze drifts slowly over her from head to toe. “Might as well save the energy for making each other come.”
She blushes immediately, though she tries to hide it with a scowl. “I’m still mad at you,” she huffs, folding her arms over her chest.
“I know,” I say, grinning. “How bout you take that anger out on my dick?”
Her mouth drops open in indignation, and I immediately step forward and catch her chin, pressing her tongue down with two fingers. “Don’t even try to act like you don’t want it,” I growl. “You’ve been eye-fucking me from the second you walked in tonight, baby.”
Ava’s blush deepens, brown eyes sparking with something deliciously mischievous as her lips close around my fingers. She hollows out her cheeks, the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping my digits as she sucks hard.
My cock jumps behind my zipper, head dropping back on a groan.
Then she bites.
Her teeth clamp down viciously on my fingers, but I barely even flinch, a delighted laugh rumbling in my chest.
“My girl wants it rough today, huh?” I muse, catching her hair with my free hand and winding it around my fist. I yank her head back sharply, the shock of it making her unclamp her jaw and free my fingers.
Then I bend her even further backwards, lowering my face down until it’s barely an inch from hers.
My mouth curls at the corners as I murmur, “Why didn’t you say so? ”
She chokes on a gasp as I release her, stepping back while she stumbles to regain her balance. I peel off my t-shirt as I start backing toward the bed, then kick off my sweatpants, left only in my boxer briefs when I sink down onto the edge.
I don’t miss the way her pupils flare as her eyes roam over my bare chest, mapping out the sharp lines of muscle and ink.
“Go on,” I coax, leaning back on my palms to give her a better view, inclining my chin. “Let me see that sexy body.”
“You’re an actual psychopath, you know that?” she mutters, still trying to pretend she’s not into this.
She grabs the hem of her shirt and yanks it off over her head with a dramatic huff. It falls to the ground, and in an instant she becomes a walking porn fantasy clad in just her bra, little plaid skirt, and knee socks.
Fuck.
It’s like she’s doing it on purpose just to torment me.
She cuts me another glare for good measure before peeling her skirt down her hips, letting it drop to the floor and stepping free of the fabric. Then she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, but I clear my throat to get her attention, pointing a finger in her direction.
“Leave those on.”
She narrows her eyes skeptically. “Is that your kink or something?”
I swallow a groan. “You have no fucking idea.”
Ava rolls her eyes, snapping the waistband back into place.
The panties are white cotton, plain but tight, and somehow hotter than anything lacy.
She’s got a little thigh gap, but her hips are soft, and her ass is perfectly plump and round.
I’m fucking obsessed with her body. I let my gaze linger, making my appreciation obvious.
The bra goes next, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud when her tits bounce free– full and perky, her little pink nipples already hardening as they’re exposed to the air.
She crosses her arms over her chest to hide them, but I make a disapproving sound low in my throat that has her dropping her arms back to her sides instantly, a flush crawling up her neck.
I just stare for a second, taking a permanent mental picture of the way she looks in nothing but knee socks and those virginal white panties. Then I lick my lips, beckoning her with a flick of my head. “C’mere, beautiful.”
She hesitates for a beat, dragging a hand through her hair, then rolls her eyes as she steps forward.
She tries to saunter, but she’s too buzzed to truly pull it off, ending up swaying into my orbit instead.
I grab her by the hips as soon as she’s within reach, pulling her down on top of me and shifting on the bed, positioning us so I’ve got my head on the pillow and she’s straddling my lap.
Her skin is warm against my thighs, her eyes bouncing between the sketches taped to the wall behind the bed while deliberately avoiding mine. I run my hands up her waist, feeling goosebumps rise along her ribs.
“Look at me, Ava baby.”
Her gaze drops automatically, locking with mine as she sinks further onto me. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric between us, her breath catching when my cock twitches against her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I groan, reaching for her boobs and squeezing them beneath my palms. “Fuck, I missed these.”
I thumb her nipples until she arches into my touch, then lift my head from the pillow to catch one in my mouth, licking a slow circle around it before taking it between my teeth. She gasps, hips jerking involuntarily, her pussy riding against the ridge of my shaft.
“You like that?” I chuckle, flicking my tongue over her other nipple before sucking it to just the edge of pain.
She moans in response, grinding harder against me.
My hands roam over her ass and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave marks as she rocks over my lap. “Keep riding it, baby,” I coax, gripping onto her hips to guide her movements. “Does that feel good?”
Ava nods, eyes closed, cheeks flushed.
“Say it,” I demand.
“It’s… good,” she whispers, voice breathy and uncertain, which only makes it even hotter.
I slide one hand over, running my thumb along the inner seam of her panties. “You want more?”
She nods again, a desperate whine slipping out.
I sit up, nudge her backward, and tug my boxers down. My cock springs free, hard and leaking, the head bumping against the damp crotch of her panties. She sucks in a breath as she stares down at it, a little panicked.
“What are you doing?” she asks, voice strained.
I re-situate her on top of me, grinding the length of my bare cock against her slit with only the thin, wet cotton between us. “Just ride it,” I tell her, gripping onto her hips again and directing her movements.
The friction is insane, the heat even better. I feel her clit catch on the ridge of my cockhead, and she lets out a tiny moan, bucking her hips.
Between the view and the sensation, I’m not sure which is better.
She slaps her hands against my chest for leverage, fingers splayed, her breaths coming faster as she grinds harder.
I slide my own hands up to palm her tits again, rolling her nipples between my fingers, loving how her whole body tightens in response.
“Fuck, Ava baby,” I groan, catching my lower lip between my teeth. Sliding one land lower, I pull her panties to the side so I can feel her bare against me.
She startles at the sudden skin-on-skin contact, choking on a gasp as she jerks her hips up. “But Raf…”
“I know, he gets your cherry,” I grumble, wishing like hell I could just say fuck it and stick it in. “I could fuck your ass instead?” I suggest hopefully.
Her expression shutters instantly. “No,” she deadpans.
“Fine,” I sigh, drawing out the word. “I’ll give you a pass this time, but you’d better get used to the idea, ‘cause I will be fucking that ass at some point.”
She glares down at me, but the blush spreading across her cheeks suggests she might actually like that idea more than she’s letting on.
“C’mon, just grind on me, then,” I urge, looping the gusset of her panties around my cock once so the lower part of my shaft is pressed right against her soaked center.
I guide her hips back and forth over me a few times, then reach for her hand and wrap it around the top of my dick.
“Jack me off while you ride,” I instruct, panting as she brings her other hand down to join the first, fingers curling around my girth.
Her slickness coats my shaft as she starts rocking over me, chasing friction on her clit as her hands work in tandem to stroke me. Her fingers toy with the piercing at the base of my crown, making my toes curl. She moans, head falling back, and goddamn. It’s so good. Too good.
Within minutes, I’m hurtling toward release, watching her tits bounce as she grinds harder, her breaths coming faster.
“Fuck, Ava baby,” I choke, barely holding on. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Ford,” she gasps, my name sounding way too fucking good on her lips.
She’s so close that I can feel the tremors in her muscles, her thighs tightening around my hips. Then she cries out as she comes undone, and the sight of her unraveling sends me careening straight over the edge.
My fingers dig bruises into her hips, a strangled groan leaving my throat as my climax rockets through me. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body from head to toe, sticky ropes of cum making a mess of her hands and dripping down onto my abs.
“Goddamn, girl,” I pant, fighting to catch my breath as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm before sagging against my chest, boneless and dazed.
We lay there like that for a minute or two, slowly coming back into ourselves. Then I reach between us to unwind her panties from my cock, shifting her off my lap and rolling over to scoop my t-shirt up off the floor.
I clean myself up with it, then her, lobbing the soiled shirt toward the hamper before relaxing back again. Ava curls in against my side, and I close my eyes, letting the post-orgasmic glow settle in.
“Glad you’re back, Ava baby,” I murmur as I stroke a palm down her spine, hiking her thigh up over my hip. “Can’t wait to fuck that ass.”