Chapter 25
FORD
“Ta-da!” I announce when Ava’s bedroom door swings open, throwing my arms wide.
She freezes in the doorway, clutching a hand to her chest like I just leapt out from under her bed wearing a clown mask. “What are you doing in here?” she demands, lips turning down in a frown.
“Is that any way to greet a man bearing gifts?” I cluck my tongue, folding my arms and leaning back against her dresser. “Come on, Ava baby. Where’s the gratitude?”
She doesn’t move, just scans the room like she’s checking for hidden cameras or tripwires. “The last time you had a ‘gift’ for me, it was an invitation to watch a guy get his face caved in with a hammer,” she points out, deadpan.
I lift both hands in an exaggerated shrug. “Yeah, but this is a fun gift.” I wag my brows, angling my chin toward the bed.
Her gaze follows, eyes widening when she sees the whole buffet I’ve laid out for her: two different vibrators, a rose-shaped clit stimulator, a bubblegum-pink butt plug with a jewel at the end, and, for my grand finale, an eighteen inch, double-ended dildo.
Ava’s face does this incredibly sexy thing where it manages to look disgusted, mortified, and aroused all at the same time.
Her mouth drops open, then snaps shut, then hinges open again in stunned disbelief.
“What the fuck,” she finally mutters, shaking her head.
“Is that… did you really just put those on my sheets? Are those used?”
“Please,” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “These are top-shelf, straight from the package. You said you didn’t have any, so I did you a solid and stocked your arsenal.” I flash her a grin. “You’re welcome.”
She shrugs her backpack off and slings it onto the floor, arms folding defensively across her chest. “I never asked for this,” she grits out.
“Yeah, but you needed it,” I reply, stepping over to pick up the rose stimulator and clicking it on. It hums like a wasp, and I wiggle it in her direction. “You ever used one of these? Apparently they’re a game changer. At least according to the thousands of reviews from satisfied customers.”
“Put that down,” she admonishes, but there’s an edge in her voice that tells me she’s not quite as immune as she’s pretending to be.
I set the toy back on the bed, deliberately brushing my fingers over the double-ended dildo as I do. “What about this bad boy, huh? It’s got a g-spot curve on one end and a handle for… well, you know. Multipurpose. You can even share it with a friend, if you’re into that sort of thing.”
She makes a face like she just bit into a lemon, but her eyes dart between my hands and the toys with thinly-veiled curiosity.
“And last but not least…” I grab the plug and waggle it at her, the little jewel sparkling in the light. “Butt plug. I got a couple sizes, but I figured we’d start small and work up from there. Safety first.”
“Nope,” she says flatly, shaking her head.
I bark a laugh. “C’mon, you’ll like it. Promise. Plus, I’ve gotta stretch that little asshole of yours so my cock fits.”
“You’re not putting it in my butt,” she deadpans.
I snort, dropping the plug back onto the bedspread. “I definitely am. Not today, maybe. But soon.” I drop down onto the edge of her mattress, legs spread, patting the spot next to me. “Come on, sweetheart. Pick your poison. We’ll have a little show-and-tell. You might actually have fun.”
She hovers by the door, fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. “I have to study,” she tries, but even she doesn’t sound convinced.
“That’s okay,” I say, stretching my arms overhead and making sure the hem of my t-shirt rides up just enough to flash the lines of my abs. “This’ll be educational. Consider it extra credit.” I wink.
She glares, but curiosity is eating at her– I can tell. I know how exactly to wind up a Doll, and this one’s primed to dance.
When she doesn’t move, I rise to my feet and stride across the room, giving her no time to bolt before I’m in her space. She’s so much smaller than me, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulder, but she stands her ground, which makes it even hotter.
“Seriously,” she mutters, looking anywhere but my face, “what’s your angle?”
I lean in, dropping my voice low. “My angle is,” I murmur, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, “that I like seeing you get off, Ava baby. And I bet you could blow your own mind if you let yourself. Or we could blow your mind.” I tilt her chin up with a finger.
“But if you don’t want to play, just say so. ”
Her nostrils flare. There’s color in her cheeks, and her pulse jumps under the thin skin of her neck.
She hesitates just a beat too long, so I make the decision for her.
“That’s what I thought,” I say, turning on my heel and throwing the door wide. I cup my hands around my mouth, bellowing out into the hall. “Raf! Get your ass in here, I need a hand!”
Ava’s eyes widen, panic all over her face. “Wait, wait, what are you doing?!“
Too late.
Footsteps thud down the hall, and in under three seconds Raf is filling the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing sweats and a muscle tank that show off the ink on his biceps.
“What?” he growls, gaze flicking from me to Ava suspiciously. “You dying, or just bored?”
I jerk my chin at the bed. “Have a look, buddy.”
He does, expression barely shifting, but I catch the quick flare of interest in his eyes before he shuts it down. “You’re fucking with me,” he growls, gaze returning to mine.
“Not even a little,” I reply gleefully. “Turns out our Doll is tragically inexperienced. I figured we’d give her a proper education.” I glance back at Ava, who’s gone completely still. “You in, or you gonna let her go through life never knowing what a rabbit vibe can do?”
Raf’s throat works as he swallows. He shrugs one thick shoulder, then steps into the room, shutting the door behind him with a click that seems to suck all the air out of the place.
“I have to study,” Ava says again, voice barely a squeak.
Raf looks her up and down, then glances at the toys on the bed. “Pick one,” he orders, voice low. “Or we pick for you.”
She suppresses a shiver, eyes darting between us. “You can’t be serious.”
I pluck the rose from the bed and toss it to her. She fumbles, nearly drops it, then catches it in both hands like it’s about to explode.
“Start with that,” I say. “Low setting. You won’t regret it.”
She stares at the toy, then at me. “If I do this, will you leave me alone?”
I bark a laugh. “Not a chance, babygirl. But you’ll be too blissed out to care.”
Raf cocks his head, studying her like he’s trying to figure out which part to bite first. “Sit,” he commands, nodding at the edge of the bed.
She does, perching on the mattress like it’s radioactive, keeping the rose toy clamped in her hand. She sits with her knees together, skirt riding up just enough to show the tan skin of her upper thighs. Her legs are trembling a little, and she doesn’t even try to hide it.
I sit beside her, close enough that our hips touch. Raf stays standing, looming over both of us, arms folded.
I take the toy from her hands and flick it on. The hum is quiet, but the vibration is strong enough to rattle my palm.
“Here,” I say, dropping my voice again. “Lean back. I’ll show you.”
She doesn’t move, so I put a hand on her shoulder and gently push. She tips back, propping herself up on her elbows, mouth pressed into a hard line.
I slip a hand up her inner thigh, and she gasps, jerking. But she doesn’t close her legs, which is all the permission I need.
“Relax, Ava,” I murmur, tracing circles on her inner thigh with my thumb. “Just breathe.”
She lets out a shaky breath, eyes locked on the ceiling.
I slide her skirt up another few inches, until the hem is bunched at her hips. Her panties are white again, this time with little black polka dots. Cute. I hook a finger under the elastic and ease it to the side, exposing her pretty pink pussy.
Of course, she’s already soaked.
I spread her lips with my fingers and press the rose toy to her clit, holding it in place with a gentle but firm hand. The effect is immediate– her whole body arches, a low moan escaping her before she can choke it off.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Let yourself feel it.”
Raf moves in closer, watching with dark, hungry eyes. He doesn’t touch her yet, but the tension rolling off him is fucking palpable.
Ava’s breathing gets ragged, hands clutching the bedspread so tight her knuckles go white. Her back arches higher, and I watch her bite down on her lip, trying to silence the noises escaping her.
“Good girl,” Raf murmurs as I nudge the toy in slow circles. “You like that?”
She shakes her head, but the lie is so obvious it’s laughable.
I twist the setting up a notch, and she jolts like I zapped her with a live wire.
“Fuck,” she gasps, face flushing crimson.
Raf uncrosses his arms, dropping to his knees on the floor between her legs and shoving my hand out of the way.
He takes the toy from me, but instead of just holding it, he presses his mouth to her thigh, lips cruising up toward her cunt, then flicks his tongue over her clit in time with the toy’s pulse.
Ava’s eyes roll back, and she makes a noise I’ve only ever heard out of porn stars. It’s fucking glorious.
“Our girl tastes fucking sweet, doesn’t she?” I ask him as I lean over, palming her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, thumbing the nipple until it pebbles under my touch. She makes a choked sound, twisting, but she can’t get away. Doesn’t want to, really.
Raf grunts in affirmation, tongue still working her over. “Take her shirt off,” he growls.
I oblige, tugging the hem up and over her head, then unsnapping the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. Her tits are perfect– round, perky, with dusky pink nipples just begging to be sucked. I do exactly that, wrapping my lips around one while rolling the other between my fingers.
Ava’s body is a live wire, all nerves and heat. She’s moaning louder now, my cock straining against my zipper.
Raf works her over with the toy and his tongue, alternating between hard and soft, fast and slow, until she’s writhing on the bed, begging under her breath.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpers, hands scrabbling for something to hold onto.
“Come for us, Ava,” I murmur against her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to make her cry out.
She does, and it’s fucking wild. Her whole body bows off the bed, thighs clamping around Raf’s head as she shudders and screams, coming so hard she nearly blacks out.
Raf keeps licking, working her through the aftershocks, then finally pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I prop myself up beside her, brushing hair off her sweaty forehead. “You alive, baby?”
She doesn’t answer, just sucks in gasping breaths, eyes glazed.
Raf climbs up beside her, stripping his tank off as he goes, his chest all hard planes of muscle and dark ink. He looks at her like he’s going to devour her as he tugs off his pants and boxers, then glances at me, quirking a brow.
I quickly strip off my shirt and jeans, my cock already rock hard and leaking. I kneel on the bed, dick bobbing above Ava’s face, and stroke myself as Raf positions himself between her legs, spreading her wide.
He slides inside her with a single, brutal thrust, and she screams again, raw and hoarse.
Since her mouth’s already open, I slide my dick right in. She gags on instinct, but then the heat of her mouth closes around me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks. It’s fucking perfect.
Raf fucks her hard, one hand clamped around her thigh, the other on her hip. He watches me as he does, matching the rhythm of my own thrusts in and out of her mouth.
“Our Doll takes us so well, doesn’t she?” I taunt, tangling my hand in her hair and guiding her mouth up and down my shaft.
“So fucking well,” Raf agrees, his voice thick.
Ava is a mess, moaning around my cock, drool and tears slicking her face. She gags, but I pull back, letting her catch her breath before pushing back in. She clamps down, sucking hard, and I nearly lose it.
Raf picks up the pace, fucking her savagely. “Make her come,” he orders gruffly. “Wanna feel her squeeze around me.”
I pick up the nearest vibrator, flicking it on and holding it against her clit, the bud swollen and sensitive. She spasms, body locking up as she detonates in two seconds flat, gushing around Raf’s cock. He snarls and keeps going, never slowing as he fucks her through it.
I can’t hold off any longer. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” I warn, pulling out of her mouth and jerking myself fast over her chest. Raf pulls out of her pussy and shuffles up her body, matching my strokes.
We both aim for her tits, painting them with our claim, white stripes landing across her flushed skin. Ava gasps, eyes half-closed, covered in sweat and cum.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Raf wipes his tip off on her thigh, then flops down on the bed, chest heaving.
I reach down to smear the mess across her tits with my palms, massaging the cum into her skin.
“You did so good, Ava baby,” I purr, basking in the afterglow. “Top marks. You’re officially a slut now.”
She makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, then closes her eyes, letting herself drift off somewhere in her head. Raf climbs off the bed and stalks from the room while I stretch out beside her, smug and satisfied.
Fuck, it’s good to be King.