Thawing Ava, page 16
She lifted her hem, exposing a smooth expanse of skin. In response he unzipped his jacket and shrugged out of it before taking off his shirt. For every article of clothing she lost, he would reciprocate twofold.
“That works both ways. You could’ve called me rather than texting Davis.”
Guilt filled him. He should’ve done that too, but he’d been scared that she wouldn’t answer and let him state his side.
“If you had let me know what happened, you know, your side of the story, I wouldn’t have texted him,” he shot back.
“I can do this all night, you know.” She unsnapped the button on her fly but didn’t pull the zipper down.
He followed suit; he almost moaned in relief as some of the pressure on his cock eased. He bent down and tugged off his sneakers and socks before he stood to face her once more. “So can I. I told you we needed to be honest with each other. Running away and leaving me with no warning isn’t being responsible as my babysitter or for my well-being. Now admit you deserve to be spanked.”
She pursed her lips and pushed down her jeans before stepping out of them. “Fine. I could’ve waited in the hallway and watched for the outcome, but I didn’t think it would be a good idea if your mom found me lurking around. Besides, you needed to talk to them without my support. Face a demon.”
Brice raised an eyebrow. “Oh? I need to?” He moved toward her, stalking forward slowly. He got in her face. “I did need you. I needed you there to help me through the aftermath. To sort my emotions. I needed you,” he growled, bringing his lips within centimeters or hers.
She blew out a breath, and her shoulders dropped as her body relaxed. “You could’ve called me,” she threw at him. “You could’ve told me to come back.” She didn’t move away.
That warmth of vanilla floated between them, mingling with the musk of his aftershave and the clean aroma of soap.
“You can throw down the orders, you can tell me to do things, but you can’t think for yourself? You let my mother toss you out? Of your home?” He threw back at her.
Her eyelashes drifted down until only a narrow strip of brown showed through the black fan of lashes. “This isn’t my home. It’s yours. I’m just staying here as a guest.”
“You belong with me. This is your home too.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her body against his. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. He traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue, slowly prying her lips open until he could sink his tongue in to swirl and tease hers. She tasted of oranges and honey. With a groan, he ground his erection against her pelvis. She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair before she shoved him away, panting, lip gloss smeared and pupils blown wide.
“I am not your property,” she growled and came at him, taking his head in her hands. Her fingernails dug into his skin. She kissed him hard, claiming his lips and tongue until his lungs burned for air, and he felt lightheaded but held on, gripping her hips to the point of bruising.
She pulled back, gasping for air.
“Wrong. You are needed here. Not as my babysitter but as my girlfriend, lover, and confidant. You need to be here. I need you here with me,” he managed to utter in between breaths.
“Well, I don’t need you! I’m not some charity case you take on to make yourself feel good and keep yourself on the even keel.”
“Fuck this.” He grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the bed, pushed her to the bent-over position, and yanked down her panties. “You want to be stubborn, so be it.”
He pulled back his hand and swatted her in the center of her left butt cheek. She let out a cry, but that didn’t stop him. He gave her three swats in a row on each cheek. Ava bucked and fought but didn’t try to move out from under his hand.
“Admit it, you love this. You’re defying me to get more.” He waited for her answer.
“No, and this isn’t helping you,” she said over her shoulder.
He traced her slit. She was already wet. He circled her dripping entrance. He pushed one digit into her tight channel, and her vaginal walls clenched around the invasion, trying to pull it farther inside. His cock jerked. He groaned. “So fucking wet and tight and ready for me. Who’s the liar now? You want me not helping? Let’s see how far I can take this before you beg me to fuck you. Stay like this.” He withdrew his finger and straightened.
He lapped up her juices before he went to his closet. Just to make sure, he glanced over his shoulder to find her seated on the bed, legs crossed. “You’re just begging for more punishment, aren’t you?”
She lifted a shoulder but said nothing. All he could do was shake his head and open up his trunk. He selected a flogger, something that would tease but not punish. They would try other types later. He returned to her, and she was back in position, a smirk on her face.
“You’re only delaying the sex.” He paused to take off his jeans and put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs wider. Once he had her where he wanted her, he took a swat, first at the top of her thighs. She hissed and bucked but said nothing to stop him. Fuck. “If you want to stop, say stop, and everything will halt. Later we’ll do safe words, understand?”
The rule book between them had been thrown out in favor of passion.
“I trust you. Now fuck me,” she demanded.
His heart contracted on that statement. Again, she left him in awe. “This doesn’t mean you’ll get off easy.”
“I just want to get off.”
He gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Haven’t earned it yet. You have to admit to me that you should’ve come back.” He put the flogger into play, spanking all over her ass, not hitting one place twice in a row. “Tell me you were wrong. Tell me that you should’ve come back.”
“Admit that you didn’t actually need me, that you were just being an idiot and you could solve your problems yourself,” she shot back.
“Only if you admit your fault.” He paused and waited for her to say something, to be a smart-ass. His heart hammered against his rib cage. As right as she was—and he knew it—he wanted her to let go and admit her fault as well. “I need you, honey. I need your level head, your voice in my ear that told me it would be okay. I need your strength, not your absences. I feel like shit knowing what my mother said to you. Did you think I would side with her? That I would just judge you and let her thoughts drive my treatment of you? If I didn’t care about it in college, why the hell would I care about it now?”
“You didn’t come after me then,” she shouted. “You went with your cheerleaders and your friends and frat brothers, but you didn’t try to find me. You knew I was Davis’s sister, and you didn’t even use that route. Was it because I was fat? Maybe not your type?”
Brice stumbled back. “Are you saying… What are you saying?” His arm fell to his side.
Ava straightened up. “Come on, Brice. Be honest. You preferred the athletic type or maybe someone slimmer. How about a hint of curve but not, never overly curvaceous.” Her gaze seared into the depths of his skin, straight to his heart.
“You can fuck me, hold my hand, say the dirtiest things to me. You can spank my generous ass, but still, back then, you didn’t pursue me. You flirted, joked but nothing else.” Tears shone on her face. “You talk about needing me, but what about me? What if I needed you? Reading those gossip columns made it real for me. They think I’m your girlfriend. Am I? You say that’s what you want, but how can I trust you? How can I know it’s real? That what we do here and now matters. That it’s more than just sex.” She crossed her arms over her chest and crossed her legs, as if trying to shut herself away from him.
He knew that saying the words wouldn’t matter. It was actions that would seal the deal.
He dropped the flogger, needing to hold her, have her feel his heart against hers. Instead he came to her and went down to his knees. He ignored the pain that laced through his knees and thighs, and shook his head. “I can’t make up the past to you. I was stupid and scared. Not because of your sexy, voluptuous body, but because I wasn’t as smart as you. I was a jock. My grades weren’t that awesome. I had hockey, and that was it. My parents weren’t around, and despite my confidence, part of me felt like shit about my intelligence. ” He looked up at her.
Hesitation painted her features, but she didn’t stop him from talking. He pressed on. “I know now what I want, what I need in my life. Back then I didn’t. I know that I want you, need you. Your body is only the outer shield. What’s inside is what counts. Your laugh, your smile, your intelligence. You don’t hesitate to call me on my shit, and I need that. I need all that you can give me and more, just as I need to be open and honest with you. I’ll admit I didn’t date any women that were your size after college, and that was stupid. I passed up a lot of gorgeous women because of that, but I knew that no one, regardless of size, would ever compare to you. ”
She shook her head, and his heart sank into his stomach.
If he had to plead, so be it. He opened his mouth and let the words fall out. “Babe, please—”
“Yes, I should’ve stayed to help you deal with your mom, and we did need to talk, but there’s nothing you can do to make up for what happened in the past. But now? I need you to open up to me. Do you really want me? Did you really tell your mom you wanted to marry me?” Tears slipped down her cheeks.
He rose and cupped her face, wiping away the moisture with his thumbs. “Yes, I do. But I don’t want to marry now. I want to give you time to think on it and accept it, but my desire to have you as my wife is very much real. We need to put away the floggers and bondage and just make love. I want to show you that I do love you and your body, every inch of it.”
“Brice,” her voice quivered.
“I love you, and I’m going to show you. No ties, no spankings, no threats, just you and me.” He bent down and hooked his arms around her knees and the center of her back and picked her up.
She squealed. “Brice! Put me down! You can’t—”
“Ava,” he said as he positioned her on top of the covers.
“What?” She gazed up at him in awe.
“Shut up. I can pick you up, and I will, many times, if we’re ever going to have sex against a wall, the windows, or the kitchen counters.” He climbed onto the bed and covered her body with his. “You’re not heavy, honey, not by a long shot. So stop worrying.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips and took his time, pouring his emotions into the contact. He pulled back and sighed. “I love your lips. I love to kiss them and could all day.” He proceeded to show her with slow kisses, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before scraping the flesh, then soothing away the sting with his tongue.
She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. “More,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Not yet.” He traced her features with butterfly kisses, taking his time. “I love your eyes, your nose, your chin, your cheeks, all of your face. I’ve dreamed of it for years.”
He traced the length of her neck with his tongue. Salt and sweetness burst on his taste buds. With a groan he continued on his path, circling her breasts before teasing her nipples with brief flicks. She writhed and arched her back.
“Brice, please,” she requested.
He shook his head. “Let me show you, please. God, the filthy things I could do with your breasts.” He scraped the tip of one peak with his teeth and lapped at it, then sucked it into his mouth. She clutched handfuls of his hair and pulled, but he refused to let go until he had her whimpering. Her moans turned to groans. He stopped and switched to the other bud. He nipped, bit, sucked, and kissed his way down one side and up the other, over her stomach, teasing her navel with quick swirls before moving down to her mound. “So much beauty. I will never get enough of exploring your body and your needs. Next time, we’ll use blindfolds.”
“Can I have control next time?” Her voice was low, soft, husky at the edges.
He gazed up her body, staring into her passion-darkened eyes. “You can have anything you want, honey. All you have to do is ask.”
He took a moment to inhale her musky perfume. Her legs were spread so he could see the plump, red lips of her labia and her thighs already glistening with her juices. Without hesitation he dove between her legs and lapped and ate at her delicate flesh. She wrapped her legs around his head and urged him closer to her heated flesh. He didn’t disappoint, enjoying every minute of giving her pleasure. Her essence coated his tongue, lips, chin, and cheeks.
He took her clit into his mouth, flicking the pulsing bud. Her body shook and quivered. The sounds she made only enhanced his desire for her. His cock ached, demanding that he sink into her tight wetness and never come out until they were both sated. When she came all over his mouth, he couldn’t take it anymore. Brice sat up and reached over to the nightstand, pulled out the drawer, grabbed a condom, sheathed himself, and rolled onto his back. “Ride me.”
He waited for her to protest, to make excuses. She got up onto her knees. “Brice, I’m…”
“Ava, fuck me,” he ordered. “If you don’t, we stop now, and I masturbate. Choose.”
He gave his cock a single stroke, hating the barrier between him and his skin.
She looked at him and licked his lips. With slow, hesitant movements, she threw one leg over his and positioned herself over his cock. “I’m not sure.”
“Baby, I know, but I want to watch you ride my cock, watch your tits bounce and watch your face as you come. Now, ride me, honey.”
She took hold of his cock and gave it a squeeze before she placed it at her entrance. She lowered her body down until he was seated fully inside her. She repositioned herself to sit on his lap, planted her feet into the bed, and rose up, then moved back down. He reached out and held one hip while pulling and tugging on her nipple.
“Move for me, honey. Ride me.” Brice’s gaze darted between watching his cock slip in and out of her pussy and her face. Her breasts bounced with each rise and fall of her body. She used her legs to help her power up and down. The need to thrust overwhelmed him, but he fought against that with everything in him, wanting her to control the tempo and pace. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Fuck me.” He let out a groan and threw back his head when her vaginal muscles squeezed his dick. “Fuck, that feels good. Again, baby. Ride me. Fuck me. Faster, harder, baby.”
She picked up the speed, bouncing on his lap. The sound of slapping flesh and their moans and groans ricocheted off the walls. He released her nipple and held on to her hips, driving his hips upward, pushing into her as she came down on him. “So good, so fucking good. More, baby, more.”
She moved faster. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him. She groaned and slowed it down, leaned back, and placed her hand on his thigh and restarted riding him.
He groaned as she drove him closer to going crazy. He needed to encourage her, say something before he lost his mind fully. “That’s it, honey. Get yours. I’m all yours. Fuck me, use me, come for me.”
He lost himself in the pleasure she wove around him in a tight web. Electricity seared up and down his body. “So close, honey.” He reached out and delved a finger between the puffy lips of her labia and found her clit. He pressed on the bundle of nerves. He felt her vaginal walls undulate and clamp down on his cock. Her body shook and stilled as she let out a cry. Without missing a beat, he drove his hips upward, drawing out more orgasms until he felt the electricity buzz around his balls and the semen rise in his shaft as it thickened and jerked. He came, filling the condom with his seed.
As the energy left his body, he released her hips and lay back, panting and trying to lower his heart rate to something that wouldn’t hurt. “Perfect, Ava. Just perfection.”
Ava leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered before she moved off him. He winced at the pain to his oversensitive cock but said nothing.
Instead, he reached over and cuddled her until she yawned and fell asleep. He got out of bed, disposed of the condom, and cleaned up before he soaked a washcloth and went back and wiped away her excess juices. Once she was cleaned up, he drew the covers over her and joined her under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her before falling asleep. He refused to let her go. Hopefully this had convinced her of his trust in her and his appreciation for her body.
Chapter Thirteen
Christmas Eve
Ava woke up feeling sore. She couldn’t believe she’d ridden Brice and he had wanted her to. They still had a long way to go, that much she knew. His confession of love and wanting to marry her made her nervous. Yes, he was 100 times better than Perry, but she didn’t feel comfortable with getting married. They had just met again after years of separation, and they’d been living together for almost a week and a half. She didn’t want to rush things. Brice had to get his life together, talk to his parents, figure out if he truly wanted to keep playing hockey. Two games where he did well wasn’t good enough in her book. There would be times when she was sick or couldn’t go, like the away game. He’d have to get used to her not being there. Honesty was a must, and the fact that he wanted that between them was perfect and exactly what she wanted. Accepting her in and out of the bedroom gave her confidence in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. Support from her family and a belief in herself was something she was used to, but someone not related to her who believed in her bolstered her in ways she couldn’t even describe. She felt like she could take on anything. But there was a catch—she still needed a job. She didn’t want to just live with Brice and let him pick up the slack; she wanted to contribute to the relationship herself.
To clear her mind and give herself some time to think, she started a batter of pancakes and whipped some eggs. She lost herself in the mixing and measuring and quiet. Every once in a while she heard a soft snort from Brice, but he didn’t wake up. Last night had also increased her sexual comfort with him. Not every man would encourage a woman her size to be on top. A smile tugged at her lips. He could pick her up, handle her weight, and even had plans to lift her up during sex again. A chuckle slipped out. All she could do was shake her head. Both of them had changed and matured. She could see now that the Brice she’d held in her head had some insecurities, that his whole life had been about hockey, but during that Christmas, there had been a sadness about him. Maybe there were some deeper issues with his family than she thought or he knew.
