I pulled back from her just enough to get my shirt off before attaching myself to her again, this time on her other breast, while her hands fished between us, clamoring at my pants, getting the button undone and the zipper down. Her warm hand wrapped around my starved length below and stroked it, bringing some liquid forth from the tip, which she used to lubricate it to the best of her ability.
She pressed her other hand to my chest and pushed me down, laying me flat on the seat. She was in control of everything that was happening, determining the pace, creating the rhythm—I was just along for the ride. Even as I realized it, all I could do was set my hands on her hips and hold them as she lifted herself and lined my tip up with her entrance. She lowered herself then, rolling her hips back and forth as she moved and creating a delicious stir that made my mouth part and a quiet grunt come out of me. My hands squeezed down as her heat wrapped around me, squeezing down hard as if it never wanted me to leave.
“Shit,” I groaned.
Avion grabbed one of my hands and slid it up to squeeze one of her breasts and I didn’t stop her. She was silently telling me what she wanted, and I wanted to listen. Whatever she wanted, I wanted to give it to her.
My other hand dropped between her legs to rub her erect clit, an action that rewarded me with Avion closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip. Her mewls of pleasure as she rode me were music to my ears, and eventually she sang out, “I’m gonna come, Gio.”
It wasn’t a request, and I didn’t want it to be. If she wanted to come, then let her. “Me too,” I huffed back.
Part of me expected her to lift up off of me, but she didn’t. She continued to rock her hips back and forth on top of me until she started to spasm and clench around me. It seemed like her orgasm wastryingto take me with it, and no amount of focusing on resisting could help me. It felt too good, and it was too new for me to not be intoxicated by it. I released, feeling myself empty into her, and whether that was what she was after or she simply didn’t care, Avion didn’t react. She swirled her hips, working us both through our orgasms, and then collapsed on top of me, her head landing on my chest.
My hands were actually shaking, but I lifted them nonetheless and wrapped them around her back, and held her there. Sex that wasn’t emotionally detached dom and sub stuff was a realm I hadn’t dipped my toe in much past the first time I’d ever had sex. It felt like a highly intimate part of myself that I never wanted to share with anyone, but Avion was different. It scared me that I shared it with her, and it scared me that I was okay with it.
The flurry of new feelings was hard to discern. I had no frame of reference.
Eventually, we picked ourselves up and left, and made it back to my estate with no issue. I was glad to see that several guards rushed my car as I approached, but quickly stood down when they saw it was me. Some of the staff noticed Avion in the driver’s seat and smiled and waved, or flat out cheered. She had a smile on her face, and when we were safely inside the gate of my property, I saw some of the tension release from her shoulders.
After checking in with Punk and Kelly and learning from Kelly that she had spoken with Milli and told him to come back to the estate, I walked Avion up to her room. I unlocked it and opened the door and we both looked in at the shattered windows.
“Um,” I said, and then looked over at her. “I can have that repaired in the morning. Do you… Um… Do you want to sleep in my room for the night?”
It felt stupid to even ask. It wasn’t a subtle request given the fact that Avion knew I had more than one guest room in the place. Still, she looked up at me and smiled, “Okay. Thank you.”
We left her room behind, locking the door after us, and made our way down to my room. After walking in, I closed the door and let the room fill with awkwardness. Things were tense between us, though not in a bad way, just in a way that we both knew our interaction in the car was the opening of a particular door that neither of us wasquiteready to traverse yet. There were feelings between us, that much was obvious, but it was clear we were both okay to just let that concept exist there without defining it right now.
“You can take the bed,” I said, then pointed towards a couch I had amongst one wall. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Avion sat down on the bed and looked at me. “That’s silly.” She held out her arms towards me. “I’ll sleep better if you’re here.”
In no other situation would I actually agree to something like that, but with Avion, I couldn’t resist. I walked towards her, and she did a little bounce of happiness at my giving in, pulling herself under the covers and flipping back some for me to climb under with her. My heart was blasting and my mind was a haze. What was I doing? How far had I fallen?
Avion grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her, effectively making herself my little spoon. Scared though I was, a smile still rose to my face. Being that way with Avion felt good and I had to admit that I wanted more.
Eventually, I closed my eyes and started to let myself drift off to sleep, with my mind on Milli and wondering why he failed to find Avion when he promised me he would save her.
28
AVION
I woke up to the sound of a quiet, mechanical whirring that I didn’t recognize. Stretching in place, I sat up and noticed that the shades on the windows in Gio’s room were automatically moving aside, letting in the morning light. Noticing that Gio wasn’t in the bed with me, I looked around to see if maybe he was controlling the windows, but he was nowhere to be seen. The windows must be on some sort of timer.
I actually frowned when I realized that Gio was gone from the room entirely. It would have been nice to wake up next to him, but I guess it made sense that he would have things to deal with in the wake of everything that had taken place the night before. If I knew better, he was probably already locked in his office with Milli trying to figure out their next steps.
Would I be entirely unwelcome at that meeting? I had information that they could use.
After stretching fully and making sure that I still had Anton’s phone on me, I climbed out of the bed and padded my way across the room to the door leading out. My stomach grumbled, and my clothes were wrinkled from sleeping in them. Maybe I could stop by my room on the way up to Gio’s office and change and get something to eat.
When I opened the door, I saw one of Gio’s goons sitting in a chair right outside the door. He brandished his gun quickly but dropped it to his side when he saw me.
“Good morning, Miss Narzand.” He stood up. “Uh, just so you know, I’m not here to keep you in or anything. You’re free to move about the estate, Mr. Raines just wanted me here to make sure nothing crazy went on while he wasn’t here.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you very much. Is he in his office?”
“Yes, but I must suggest that you don’t go up there. Things are a little—”
Before he could finish the sentence, I heard a copious amount of screaming and banging from one floor up. It freaked me out at first, but the goon held out his arms as if to calm me down. “Don’t worry, Miss. It’s just Mr. Raines’ father. He’s not happy with what happened last night and is tearing his son a new one.”
