“Fuck, Ava baby,” I rasp, palming the front of my jeans. “Keep going.”
Her fingers hover over her mound, then touch down, rubbing in slow, hesitant circles over her clit. Her cheeks match the color of her pussy, all flushed and embarrassed.
I unzip my jeans, finally freeing my dick from its denim prison as I watch her. Raf has already laid claim to her virginity, but I’m not sure how much longer I can respect that. Her virgin pussy is practically screaming to be stuffed full of some cock, and I’m definitely up for the job. My jaw clenches as I smear the bead of precum from my tip down my shaft, pumping up and down in lazy strokes.
I watch Ava and she watches me, pupils blowing out as she continues rubbing herself. My dick definitely isn’t broken–it’s hard as a rock while watching her play with herself, the movements of her fingers more confident as she works up the courage to start enjoying it.
“There you go,” I coax, my voice rough. “Is that how you like it?”
Ava whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut as her fingers move faster. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m already dangerously close to blowing my load.
I brace a knee on the edge of the bed, Ava’s eyes flying open at the feeling of the mattress dipping beneath my weight and zeroing in on the motions of my hand pumping my length.
“Fuck, just like that,” I pant, and she promptly resumes her ministrations, working herself up, dipping a finger into her opening. Her moans are breathy and sweet and have a direct line to my dick.
I’ve always liked to watch, and in this moment, I swearnottouching her is only adding to the experience. I stroke my cock faster, feeling the heat pool and rise low in my belly.
“You like that, Ava baby?” I taunt, my breath sawing from my lungs in ragged pants. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”
She gasps, back arching off the bed as she topples over the edge of release. Her features contort, body shuddering, the picture of uninhibited bliss. I see every wave of pleasure crash over her as she comes hard, and within seconds, I’m following, blowing my load all over my hand and groaning her name like it’s the only word I know.
The only sound in the room is our labored breathing as we slowly descend from the high, Ava pulling her skirt down with an embarrassed huff.
As if she wasn’t just touching herself for my viewing pleasure.
Like I didn’t just get her off without even laying a finger on her.
The girls who claim they don’t touch themselves are always the closeted freaks. She just needs to let go and embrace her sexuality– and lucky for her, I’m here to help her do just that.
Ava avoids my eyes as she sits up, smoothing her rumpled clothes and combing a hand through her hair.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” I announce, reaching for the hoodie draped over the back of her desk chair.
“Hey!” she objects as I use it to wipe the cum off my hand, tucking my dick back into my jeans with a grin and zipping up.
“You’re a real piece of work,” she mutters, folding her arms over her chest indignantly.
There’s something so satisfying in the way she acts like she doesn’t want it when it’s so damn obvious she does. I toss her a wink as I head for the door, leaving her room a whole lot more satisfied than when I entered.
CHAPTER 36
RAF
Although I’m slowly growingaccustomed to having Ava in our apartment, sleep is still evading me. I’m wide awake at five a.m. with nothing better to do, so I hit the gym and beat the shit out of a punching bag for a while, then drag my ass back home to shower off the sweat I worked up and throw on a fresh hoodie and jeans. There are still no signs of life from my roommates when I head to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal, dropping into a chair at the table and digging in. It’s some whole grain, zero sugar bullshit that Wes chokes down regularly, but I’ve gotta admit, it’s not half bad. Compared to a lot of his other ‘healthy’ versions of normal food, this stuff is surprisingly edible.
I’m just starting in on my second bowl when the door to Ford’s bedroom cracks open and Ava slips out into the hall. She doesn’t see me at first, tiptoeing on bare feet and gently shutting the door behind her, careful not to make a sound. Her wild chestnut hair cascades down her back, round ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her tiny pajama shorts. I freeze with my spoon halfway to my mouth, fingers tightening around the metal.
Then she spins around, her spine going ramrod straight when her big brown eyes land on me. For a few tense seconds, neither of us moves. She stares at me and I glare back, daring her to be the first to break. Predictably, she does, abruptly turning tail and scampering off down the hall to her own room, the door slamming behind her like a fucking gunshot.
I resume eating, spoon clinking angrily against the ceramic. I’m crunching the shit out of each bite as if it personally wronged me, trying my best not to let the rage that’s been building all fucking morning boil over when Ford emerges from his room, stretching in the doorway with a lazy grin plastered across his face.
“Oh, hey,” he greets, rubbing a hand through his dark, sleep-tousled hair. “What’s up, man?”
What’sup? I can’t tell if he’s being an asshole right now or if he’s genuinely clueless.
“You’re having her sleep in your bed like she’s your girlfriend,” I snarl.
He just shrugs a shoulder, the infuriatingly casual gesture making my blood boil even hotter. “So?”
