I stalk toward her. “I didn’t say shit.”
She stands upright again, her chin jutting upward at me. “You’re about to, and we’re not in here to shoot the breeze like we normally do.”
“No, we’re not.” I close the distance between us, gripping her jaw and walking her backward until she’s trapped between me and the dresser. “I’m not in here to talk to you, Ava doll. I’m in here to fuck you.” I drag my thumb across her mouth, smearing more of the red lipstick onto her cheek. “I’m gonna fuck you until all this pretty makeup is ruined, and your hair is a tangled mess, and that dress is nothing but a pile of beads on the floor.” Grabbing one strap of the dress, I pull hard until the thread snaps, and a few of the beads sprinkle onto the hardwood floor. “And that’s before I even take off my tie.” I release her jaw and use both hands to reach around to the back of the dress, grip the fabric, and rip it apart at the zipper. More beads lightly clatter to the floor. “I know you’re pissed that you’re trapped here for even longer, and I’m in here to make you forget all about that.”
Taking a step backward, I casually slip my hands into my pockets. “Now. Take off your panties before I rip those, too.”
Ava’s eyes are locked on mine as she reaches under her skirt and shimmies until the panties fall to drape around her ankles. Bracing her hands on the dresser behind her, she steps out of them and lifts one foot, kicking the panties into the air toward me. I snatch them before they hit my chest, and slowly rub the silky fabric between my fingers before bringing it to my nose so I can inhale the scent of her arousal.
She’s already so ripe, and my cock strains against my slacks.
I toss the panties over my shoulder. “Face the mirror, grab the dresser, and bend over.”
Her gaze does an up and down roam over me, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, and does as I say. The dress is split to the small of her back, and the skirt is hiked up enough that I can see the lower curve of her ass, and it is a sight to behold. I wait, taking in the view while I strip off my suit jacket and hang it on the bedpost. I take my time removing my cufflinks and rolling up my sleeves, and Ava stares at my reflection.
Stalking toward her again, I press my hips against her ass and grab a fistful of her hair. I use it to pull her head backward and lean over her to drag my bottom lip over the side of her neck, all the while holding her gaze in the reflection.
Her eyes are a little red, like she was biting back tears when she stormed out of the big room minutes ago. She’s so fucking angry and upset that she can’t go home yet, and I’ve had the most fan-fucking-tastic day, and it feels wrong. The only reason I’ve had such a great day is because she saved my ass putting together the virtual concert. Nothing in the world scares me except the idea that I could lose everything and end up back on the street. This pandemic made that a real possibility, and she saved me from it. She won’t even let me pay her, and the universe repaid her by trapping her here even longer.
I don’t even want to admit to myself how that makes me feel. I don’t even want to acknowledge the pang of affection and gratitude all of this has elicited in my heart. If I do either of those things, it’ll pull my heel off the feeling of spiraling chaos that I know is the precursor to falling in love.
Ava needs a distraction from the depression that circumstances has hurled her into, and I need a distraction from that chaos.
My lips arrive at her earlobe, and I nip at it. “You are so hot and wet right now, Ava doll.” I move my mouth to bite the skin below her ear. “Have I always had that effect on you, or is it only because you spied on me the first day?”
She closes her eyes. “Fuck you.”
“You’re going to, sweetie.” I kiss her neck and release her hair to slide my hands down her back and cage her hips between my palms. I take one step back so I can see her half-exposed ass again and shimmy the skirt up to her waist. “But I’m not done enjoying the view yet.”
Her ass is such a perfect, round little peach, and I slide my hands down to frame it like a heart between my palms. Dragging my thumbs along the center line, I spread her cheeks and slide two fingers in an upward stroke from front to back, and she isdrenched.She’s so wet that the dew of her arousal is gathering between the lips of her pussy and starting to drip down her inner thigh.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to distract from the excruciating ache of my cock, which is straining to drive inside her hard and fast. I slide my fingers up and down again, my fingertips tripping on her swollen clit, and Ava moans.
I retract my hand and slap one of her cheeks hard. She whimpers and mewls, her eyes still closed beneath her knitted brow. The skin of her ass blanches white before quickly morphing to a red print of my hand.
“Let go of the dresser and show me how you touch yourself.”
Her eyes flick open for a second before she closes them again and lays her cheek on the dresser. She steps to open her feet wider and reaches between her thighs. I lean back to get a better view, and she uses three fingers to stroke her pussy and circle her clit.
I slap her ass cheek again. “Faster.”
She picks up her pace, her fingers stroking and circling more rapidly, intermittently dipping inside and dragging out again. A frustrated whimper expels from her lips. “All you want is to humiliate me. You’re all talk.” She’s so fucking frustrated right now, and it’s so fucking hot. “You’re not going to do anything but stand there and watch me get myself off. You’re not going to put your dick anywhere near me because of who was there before you.”
“Wrong.” I grip her hair again, pulling her face off the dresser. “I’m doing this for you. Because all you can think about right now is how bad you need me to plow my dick into you, and you’re not thinking about anything else.” I lean forward to kiss the nape of her neck. “Are you, baby? Right now, you don’t give a single fuck where in the world you are, and all you want is my cock deep inside you.”
I grab her arm and pull her hand out from between her thighs, then pick up where she left off. I slowly plunge my fingers inside and drag them out again, over and over and over. “You don’t give a fuck that you’re stuck in this house. You wouldn’t give a fuck if you were stranded on another planet. Because all you can think of is how bad you need me to fuck you.”
With my free hand, I grab the dress strap that’s still intact and yank it, ripping it free. Beads scatter across the top of the dresser. I reach around to the front of the dress, tug it down, freeing her breasts, and squeeze one.
My fingers continue to fuck her hot, wet pussy, and I roll her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “I can’t give you what I know you really want, Ava doll. I can’t make a way for you to leave yet. I can’t do anything to help you or make you happy in the middle of this shit, but I can distract you from how unhappy you are. If you’ll just let me.”
I locate her G-spot and strum at it, causing her eyes to open slightly just so they can flutter shut again. She’s moaning quietly and steadily, her hips rolling subtly as she tries to extract her climax. Tiny little internal tremors are starting to quake against my fingers.
I place my lips next to the shell of her ear. “The whole point of you coming here in the first place was to give you a fun distraction. And you need that more now than ever. Don’t you, sweetie?”
She moans loudly, her breath hitching, and her hands white-knuckling the dresser. “Please.”
I know that she’s right there on the ledge, so I quickly pull my hands off of her. She whimpers again, and it comes out like a sob.
