“Earlier you asked if I knew about your crush, but you didn’t ask if I had one too. The answer is no.”
I stiffen, resisting as he pushes my legs farther apart, opening me. The vulnerability is almost too much to bear.
“What I had for you was lust. The raging kind that made me want to pin you to my bed and fuck you hard, then turn you over and start again.” He says it slowly, like he wants the words to sink in and saturate every inch of me. It’s a wicked confession that shocks me, and makes me hotter and wetter for him.
“Our parents were wrong to make me live in the basement like I lacked self-control. The truth is controlling myself around you is what I did all day, every day, and through the night. If I hadn’t, I would’ve cornered you in dark places where we’d be alone and uninterrupted, and then I’d have done things like what I’m about to do now. I’d have tasted you, in all your innocence, until you weren’t anymore.”
Oh, my God.
He lowers his head, and his tongue slides between my lower lips. There’s plenty of me to taste because I’m so aroused by this. His hands push my thighs wide apart and pin them to the mattress. Just being opened for him makes my body thrum with lust. My breasts ache, and my nipples tingle. I breathe deeply, trying to get enough air.
His mouth is open when he kisses between my legs, his tongue stroking and tasting until I raise my hips. My body wants a quick release. I’m desperate for it.
When he tries to push his tongue inside me, it meets resistance.
The pause is electric, a live wire sparking between us. He looks up the length of my body. I don’t make eye contact.
His head lowers again, and he licks above my opening, sending shattering sensations through me. He chases the arousal by rubbing his thumb over the bead of my clit. It needs pressure and friction, and Shane knows exactly how to give me both.
I groan and hope I wasn’t too loud. My breath leaves my lungs in gasps and pants. Writhing under his mouth, I try to keep myself from begging.
He’s relentless with his sucking and licking until my body’s on the very edge of orgasm. Finally, his thumb rubs back and forth over me with so much pressure I explode. The waves roll over me like ten-foot swells.
It’s better than it’s ever been when I’ve done it to myself.
My heart leaps in my chest as the ripples continue through me, making my core clench and release over and over. The spiral of pleasure eases slowly, and I melt back into the mattress.
Shane crawls up my body and stares down into my eyes, searing my mind with his intensity. “You’re too tight for me to tongue-fuck.”
I turn my head to look away. Virgin is a word I don’t want to say. I decide instantly I won’t admit it unless he forces me to. For me, still being a virgin is synonymous with my pariah status in high school, which persisted even after Shane and Declan were long gone.
He lowers his body onto mine, so we’re skin-to-skin and his hard-on presses between my legs. He shifts so it’s resting right in the seam, cradled there by my soft lower lips that are wet and sticky from his mouth and from how much I want him.
“Still a virgin.” He grinds against me, making my traitorous hips circle. “It’s mine to take,” he husks. “From now on, don’t even look at another guy. No one touches you between your legs, Avery. Not even you.”
13
SHANE
Iwake at seven in the morning, and my first thought is I want to take Avery’s virginity.
Finding I'm alone in the bed is probably a good thing because this is not the place I should do it. I get up and throw my clothes on, hitting the bathroom before I head downstairs to find her.
In the kitchen, Pops sits at the table as Avery pours him coffee. Her face is washed, hair combed. Pretty, pristine, perfect. She’s back in the blue dress, of course, but her heels are still in the corner where I tossed them.
Pops and Avery seem cozy as they have coffee. She’s smiling and polite, but the abandon she had while laughing last night is gone. I wonder if he notices. Probably does. Pops doesn’t miss much.
When she sees me, she smiles, and that hits me in a way I don’t expect. For an instant, I’m struck again by the magnetic pull between us. No matter the history, our chemistry does not die. In response to the smile, I wink, trying not to give away the thoughts circling my head.
I pour myself coffee, just to give myself something to do until I can get my shit together. She continues talking to Pops about some class she's got. He’s acting like he’s a dinosaur when it comes to tech stuff, which he isn’t. This is his way of drawing her in. He asks her questions and acts impressed. In return, she’s charming. It’s a dance.
In reality, he's got people to do all the business things that need to get done, including the tech side of things. She seems to be under the impression that his billion-dollar empire is being run from the docks and the backs of warehouses. A fraction definitely is, but any kind of business, even an illegitimate one is high-tech or it wouldn’t survive a week these days.
She talks about creating the optimal customer experience through a cascade of automated emails. “The person gets different ones depending on what he clicks.” she says. “It’s ‘choose your own adventure’ in email form.”
“That’s quite a thing, it is,” Pops says admiringly.
I smirk down into my mug, thinking about Pops sending out a canned selection of emails, or any emails at all. What might they say? Last week, we broke a guy's hand for skimming. Click here if you want to read the terms of service for our enterprise and how theft will cost you more in the long run. Click the second button below to update your health insurance in case there’s an emergency surgery in your future.
