Twelve
No sooner am I through the door, I being nuzzled by the little black demon. "Meowww," Binx greets me as he weaves himself around my feet. I almost trip on him twice on my way to the kitchen, where he insists on hopping onto one of the stools at the island to watch me.
I place the beer and mango High Noons in the fridge, grabbing one of each for Ava and me.
On Thursday, we both realized neither of us had plans this weekend. Ava insisted she needed to treat me to dinner as a thank you, then afterwards we would have a roomie movie night. Her words, not mine. So I told her to choose the movie and I would pick us up some drinks.
Making my way into the living room, I stop and observe as Ava scurries about, making a nest for us on the floor with pillows and blankets. Binx darts into the room behind me, claiming a spot for himself. She has several cartons of delicious-smelling takeout on the coffee table.
"Smells great in here… What did you pick up?" I ask, interrupting her setup.
"Oh, you"re home already? I didn't hear you come in," she says while throwing one last blanket onto the pile on the ground.
"Yeah, just a minute ago… You want?" I ask as I raise the hand holding the mango High Noon.
"Mmm, mango, my favorite." She smiles, then steps closer to take it from me.
"Took a guess." I wink. "What are we watching?"
"It"s a surprise… Go get changed and meet me back in here in, like, ten minutes. I want to wash up too."
"Sounds like a plan."
Ten minutes later, I"m changed and sitting on the couch. Ava strolls in, fresh-faced and absolutely fucking gorgeous. Of course, this isn't the first time I've seen her like this. But it feels like the first time I"m able to sit back and truly take in how stunning she is. This week has been quite hectic between my late nights and her dance classes and checking in on her apartment, so we have spent little time with each other.
"Why are you sitting up there?" she asks, waving to the seating area she's constructed.
"We're eating, aren't we? I"m sitting at a table," I answer incredulously.
"Um, no, roomie, it's movie night. That means asses on the floor with takeout on our laps."
I can"t help but chuckle at how adamant she is about our movie night plans. She's taking this very seriously, and by her expression, I don't think I"m going to win this one. So, I pick up one container and make myself comfortable amongst the sea of blankets and pillows.
"Better?" I ask when she sits down beside me with two dishes.
"Yes." She smiles, looking thoroughly pleased. "The girls and I used to do this once a week at school. We would have a movie night on the floor of our dorm room, using all the pillows and blankets available to make a nest. Stuffing our faces with whatever the wheel decided was our takeout that day."
"A wheel?" I question.
Ava laughs and a gorgeous smile lights up her face. "We could never decide what to eat, so we bought one of the mini-prize wheels to keep in our dorm. We filled it with our favorite restaurants and would let the wheel decide.
"That's a genius idea." I laugh, because who would have thought of that?
"It was! Saved us hours of debating."
"I bet with them being so close, it was a bit intimidating when you first met them," I say, knowing how close Quinn and Sloan were growing up. The stories that Eli has told paint them as always being together.
"Honestly, I was nervous at first. But we immediately hit it off. Like they were my long-lost sisters," she says with a smile, then opens the containers and serves the food.
"I ordered from Uncle Joe's. I heard they have the best chicken parmigiana," she says as she takes a big bite.
"Oh, yeah… No wheel necessary? Also, how did you know about Uncle Joe's chicken parm?" I ask, well aware I order from Uncle Joe's at least twice a month.
"Stuart told me…and he's not wrong. Damn, this is delicious," she moans while taking another bite.
The sound of her moan runs straight through me, and I will myself to look away from her mouth. I focus on eating my dinner and keeping my hands to myself. Because if one moan can put me on edge, I wonder what an entire movie night will do.
By the timethe credits are rolling for Hocus Pocus, we're cuddling up close in the nest of blankets. Ava's body gradually made its way closer to mine throughout the night, slowly nuzzling herself into my side. I may or may not have inched over a few too.
The movie itself was alright, I guess, but Ava's enthusiasm made it more enjoyable. I could've watched her all night as she recited almost every line from the movie. She knew all the words to the songs too. It was quite entertaining.
Her head rests comfortably on my shoulder, with my arm wrapped around her, and I relish the feel of her body being this close to mine once again. It feels good being here with her like this. Easy almost, but I know this is a dangerous game to play. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't enjoy every minute of my night with her. Appreciating the efforts she went through to set it up.
"Thank you for tonight," I whisper, not sure if she's still awake.
Ava props herself onto her elbow, inches from my face, and studies me. Really studies me, and for a moment, I fear what she might see. But to my surprise, she doesn't pull away. Instead, her lips gently brush against mine. Tentatively at first, then surer the second time.
My cock aches and my hands roam over her body as she presses against me, pulling a groan from my chest. Her kiss is soft and sensual, but I need more. More of her, more of this. My heart races at the thought.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I crash my lips against hers. A moan escapes her, and I devour it. Savoring every minute of us tangled in each other. My other hand reaches to cup her ass, pulling her body so it's flush with mine. Letting her feel how hard I am beneath her.
Ava gasps when I kiss along her jaw and down her neck. But before I can travel any lower, she pushes herself up off my chest.
With a lustful daze, she stares back at me. "I had a good time too. Goodnight, Parker." She hesitates for a moment, but eventually, she climbs off me and heads down the hall to her bedroom.
Fuck was that?
My head falls back onto the pillow as I will my body to calm down. The motion causing her scent to permeate around me, and I inhale deeply. Cherishing the smell of her that seems to have infiltrated every corner of my home. Making it even more difficult to stop thinking about her.
When I come to my senses and decide not to storm after her like my cock is screaming at me to do, I head to my bedroom.
Once inside, I walk straight to the shower. A long stint under the water should help me relax, knowing damn well sleep isn't going to come easy tonight, that's for sure.
All this time, I have gotten by just fine living the way I've been, disconnected and cold. No need to give people more than they deserve. But is getting by ever enough? Being around Ava makes me feel like there has been something missing … Nonetheless, those thoughts need to stay far the fuck away…for I know without a doubt I can"t survive any more heartbreak.
"Well, hello to you too, Ava."My smirk stays fully in place as she stalks toward me.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I ask when she's just a mere few steps in front of me.
"Would I have invited you here if I wasn't?" she sasses, causing my dick to swell. Her and that bratty attitude.
From the first night I met her, I've wanted to fuck that smart mouth of hers. Even though I shouldn't. The way her eyes found mine tonight, the way her body's every move enticed me, drawing me in like some sort of siren, I knew without a doubt my night was going to end this way.
I must have her.
Just this one time.
"Get on your knees, Ava."
Her eyes widen, and she hesitates for a moment, and then slowly sinks to her knees without another word.
Good girl.
"Take my cock out. I know you"re desperate for it."
Ava's hands fly to my zipper, and I revel in the feel of her delicate fingers as they wrap around my shaft. With an eager smile, she strokes me confidently.
"Stick your tongue out and open wide, little brat. I can't wait to fuck that smart mouth." Her body visibly shudders at my words, right before she takes me down her throat.
To say this image will forever be engrained in my memory is an understatement. She looks fucking stunning. Her hazel eyes stay focused on mine through the mask, making this whole thing even sexier.
"Fuck, your mouth feels good," I groan as her fingers play with my balls. My head falls back while I try my hardest to keep from coming down her throat.
I pull away from her, and the motion makes her luscious lips pop as the head of my cock leaves her mouth.
Ava eyes me in confusion for a minute, but stays in her kneeling position. I like her down there. Ready and willing to take my next command. I peer around the room, thinking of what I want to do to this beautiful woman at my feet. Then I see the chaise lounge across the way, and I know without a doubt I want to see what her pretty ass will look like with my handprint on it.
"Stand up, Ava. Walk over to that lounge and lean over the arm with your ass out."
She stands in front of me, pupils blown wide, the picture of pure seduction. Lifting the hem of her dress up and over her head, she's left in nothing but a lacy black thong. My jaw tics with the urge to consume every inch of her. Then, as if remembering my demand, she spins and sashays her way to the chaise.
I watch as she positions herself exactly as I asked, leaving her in place for a few minutes before I make my way over.
"Who would have thought you were so good at taking commands?" I ask as I trail my finger down her delicate spine. Her body arches like a cat before my words actually sink in.
"Who would've?—"
Smack.
My hand flies to her right ass cheek before she can finish her retort.
"Ahhh!" she yelps in surprise.
"None of the sass, little brat. You asked me to be here. Enticing me all night, knowing exactly what you were doing," I say as I caress the reddened cheek. She pushes back into me, begging to be touched.
"Yes, Sir," she moans, and I don't think she realizes the words slipped from her lips.
"Say that again." My fingers trace over the soaked lace of her thong as my dick throbs. I need to hear those words again; they do something to me.
"Yes, Sir," she says with a smile on her face.
"Mmm, I like the sound of that coming from that sinful mouth of yours." Pulling the fabric to the side, I stare at her.
"Please stop teasing me. I need you to touch me," she begs, with an edge of frustration in her tone.
That earns her another palm to her ass.
Smack.
She rasps the most erotic sound, and I can't wait to hear more.
"What do you want, Ava, for me to touch you or fuck you?" It"s taking all my restraint not to ravish her.
"Please fuck me."
In one swift motion, I rip the black lace from her body, leaving her perfectly exposed to me. Her body shakes as I run my finger through her slippery slit.
"Are you ready for me, Ava?" I ask as I roll on a condom.
She nods in response over her shoulder, her back heaving in anticipation.
With her body perfectly poised over the arm of the chaise, I line up behind her. More than desperate to feel her.
"Hold on," is all the warning she gets before I"m pushing inside her, sliding in easily with how wet she is for me.
"Ohhh, fuuuck," she groans before I"m even fully seated.
"You feel so good," I breathe out as she adjusts to my size, clenching around me.
"Please move, I need you," she begs and rolls her hips.
My left hand smacks her ass cheek almost instinctively. I rub my palm over the warmed flesh as I thrust my hips. The feel of her warm, wet pussy as it grips me is unreal.
Grabbing her ass with both my hands, I use it as leverage as I drive into her harder.
"Oh yes… please don't stop," she moans, gripping onto the chaise with whitening knuckles.
"Don't plan on it. You a screamer, Legs?" I ask when I feel her cunt pulsing, making me even harder than I thought possible.
"Not… usually… oh shit," she pants, releasing a whimper as she thrusts back to take me deeper.
My breath catches as hands release her ass, and I smooth my palms over her tender cheeks. The sensitivity of her skin combined with the steady roll of my hips, has unintelligible words slipping from Ava's lips.
Fuck, I love the sounds coming out of that bratty mouth of hers.
I lean over and grab her shoulder, pulling her body up toward mine. My hands explore as she begins to bounce back on my cock. Brushing up the front of her thighs, then over her core, up her waist to her perfect breasts.
"Fuck… I didn't think you would feel this good," she says when I tweak one of her nipples.
I did.
She is soaked, practically ruining my suit pants that I now realize never made it off my body. Using one hand to continue playing with her nipples, the other traces down her tight abs to between her thighs. Her rhythm is thrown off slightly when I apply a little pressure to the sensitive bud.
"I'm going to come," she moans as her nails dig into my thighs at her sides.
I pull my slick hand from between her legs and bring my fingers to her lips. Without hesitation, she sucks them into her mouth. Twirling her tongue eagerly, she moans in delight when my other hand sinks back between her thighs.
Ava's body is a live wire beneath me, basically vibrating with raw sexual energy. Writhing uncontrollably, her pussy works my length over and over, moving faster as her moans grow louder.
Fucking. Incredible.
She better come right the fuck now, because this is all too much for me.
"Parker… ah, shit. I"m coming!" she screams, body trembling, and my fingers slip from her mouth as her head falls back onto my shoulder. Hearing my name from her lips in pure ecstasy is my undoing.
And I fall.
I"m wokenup by my aching cock, begging for attention. That night is something I think I'll dream about till the end of time. The way her body reacted to my touch. How she obeyed my every command…
Dragging my hands over my face, I release a deep sigh. Fuck, it's going to be a long and torturous day. I don't think I have the willpower to be in this apartment after how she left us last night.
Ava and I had talked about going over some of the floorplans for her apartment restoration. Apparently, the pipe that busted was leaking for quite some time and there's more mold and damage to the structure than originally assessed, resulting in her apartment needing a complete gut from top to bottom.
This means her place will be out of commission for longer than she had hoped. This also means she will be here testing my restraint for an unforeseeable amount of time… Unless she starts with that Airbnb shit again. The idea of her living anywhere but under my roof has me on edge, and that fact alone is part of the reason why I desperately need to keep my guard up.
Tread carefully, my friend.
Walking out of my room, the fresh scent of ground espresso beans leads me toward the kitchen. Where I find Ava successfully making a cappuccino for the first time this week.
"Finally got the hang of it?" I ask, stepping in close and reaching above her to grab my espresso cup.
"Fifth time's a charm," she says cheerfully, spinning around before I can back away. Putting us in close proximity yet again. She licks her lip, effectively teasing me, then raises the cup I didn't realize was between us to her mouth.
"Mmm," she hums, leaving me with a wink and walking to the kitchen island where Binx perches upon a stool, staring at the two of us.
Does she realize what she's doing?
A glance in her direction gives me the perfect view of her slender neck as she swallows. Reminding me of how good her lips feel wrapped around me and how I desperately want to feel them again. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about that.
I'm well aware this is a dangerous game to be playing… especially when I already know I'd be on the losing side. But that doesn't stop the words that fly out of my mouth next.
"You up for a drive today?"
She hesitates for a moment, and my stomach sinks. Damn, I guess I didn't realize how badly I wanted her to join me. The idea of sharing my special place with her should have warning bells sounding, but for the first time in what feels like forever, they're muted.
"I have dance at ten-thirty…" she says, gnawing on her lip as she contemplates. I wait with bated breath for her answer.
"How far we talking?"
"An hour…two tops, depending on traffic," I answer quickly.
"You know what, I can skip dance this week," she says with a smile that stirs something I thought was long dead inside of me.
"Yeah?" I reply, hoping the excitement in my voice is somewhat contained.
"Sounds good to me. What time do you want to leave?"
"How's eleven?"
"Perfect!" With a smile, she prances off to her room as I stare at her perky ass swaying in her little sleep shorts.
Now I just need to muster up the strength to keep my hands to myself for the rest of the day.