The slight tremor that goes through her makes me clench my teeth. For an instant I think she’s going to balk. Given the mood in the room, if I were in her place, I would tell me to fuck off. But we’re nothing alike. I bow to no one, but I’m also loyal till the bloody end, and I never need anyone to convince me of things I should already know. I also don’t defend actions that are indefensible.
“This is really how you want to handle things?” she says, her voice low and furious.
As opposed to rattling on about the past? Of course, I want a blow job instead. I’d rather have a root canal than revisit that morning. “Yeah, it is.”
Avery surprises me by grabbing a cushion from the couch. She lifts her chin and, with thunder in her expression, walks to me.
Anger on both sides works just fine.
“No teeth.”
She drops the cushion at my feet without acknowledging what I’ve said. Maybe that warrants more conversation, but talk is the last thing I want. What I need is her mouth too full to speak. What I need is to wipe away the toxic cocktail of emotions that being near her always stirs. I was good to her once, and it came back to bite me. Avery Kershaw is a bomb in disguise, the kind that can detonate and take out everything around it.
She lowers herself to her knees, and I like seeing her there. Avery’s hand flutters over the base of my cock. Her fingers are cool against my feverish skin, but the touch is too light.
I draw in a harsh breath. The wait is killing me. Brushing her hand away, I fist my cock in my hand, then I rub the head over her pouty lips, leaving a salty glaze on them.
She licks her lips, as if it’s a taste test. It’s maddening but so fucking hot it almost brings me to my knees. Then her tongue leaves her mouth and strokes the head, and my mind explodes.
My lids fall, and I groan when she takes me in her mouth. My hands drop to my sides, and I draw in a ragged breath.
Her mouth’s so soft and wet and perfect that I let her tease me by just sucking the tip. Until I can’t. My hand reaches for her head, and I find her ponytail. It usually annoys me to see it. Too much like the way she wore it in high school. But right now, it’s the perfect handle.
I pull her forward, and she shudders. She grips my thighs to brace herself, and her mouth goes slack. Not what I need at the moment.
When I speak, my tone’s a warning. “Avery.”
Her lips close around me, and she sucks hard. Pleasure rips through me.
“Fuck, yes.”
Her movements are stilted, like she’s trying to work out what to do. A fleeting thought that maybe she’s got limited experience passes over my mind. The more limited the better as far as I’m concerned, even if it means she needs direction.
She doesn’t resist my hand controlling her head. I drag her forward onto my cock until it’s halfway down her throat, which feels so fucking good.
I groan as her throat convulses. Then I pull back, but keep a tight grip on the ponytail, making sure her mouth stays where I want it.
“Wrap your fingers around the base. Tight fist.” My voice is gravelly and rough with need.
She follows instructions.
“Yeah, like that.” I move a hand over hers, showing her how to stroke me into her mouth. I set the rhythm.
After a few minutes, I’m fucking her mouth roughly, and she’s taking it. More than taking it. She plays my cock like an instrument.
I savor every second. It’s not smooth. It’s raw and deep, which is better than smooth.
My balls tighten, and fire shoots from me. My head tips back, my hips jerk, and I come like it’s been a year since the last time I did.
It wipes my mind blank, which also feels good. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, along with the sound of my breath as I catch it. Standing still, calm washes over me in ways it never has.
When my thoughts unscramble, I step back and look down at her. Her lips and cheeks are blushing a dark pink. She licks the corner of her mouth and swallows. If I hadn’t just come, that would give me an instant hard-on. But for the moment, I’m beyond sated.
For so long I’ve avoided being near Avery, which I now realize wasn’t a solution to our problem. Deep down, the unresolved fury—and more—was still simmering. Right now, the anger’s gone, like I made her swallow it.
I put my cock away, staring at her.
She rises, looking embarrassed and something more that I can’t name.
