Chapter 28: Ava
Getting ready for bed after brushing my teeth and gargling my mouthwash, I felt slightly sorry for myself about how the night had ended for me. Not long after the Devils had left us outside, I’d felt exhausted and made my way home. Mia and Bea were happy to stay, Alex was trying to convince Mia that musicians were more fun than footballers, and things with Shane were slightly awkward after Jett’s manhandling of me. I knew everyone was thinking of the “blonde” Jett had been looking for and the rumors circulating about me, and I knew that they were eventually going to ask if I was her.
I hadn’t wanted to answer any questions regarding to the bizarre encounter with the Alabama guys, and Mia had been tight-lipped when I questioned her about her outburst toward Dante.
Overall, the night had lost the fun factor for me, and I knew the more my friends had to drink, the more questions I’d have to avoid. Home had been the more desirable option. Climbing into bed, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Being an obvious glutton for punishment, I had stalked Dante’s Facebook and felt happy there was no mention of awkward parties on their rival’s campus.
Gray’s less-than-subtle accusation of motive pissed me off. They still thought I had drugged Jett, and I was of a mind to no longer defend myself to the assholes. They didn’t believe me. My knowing Dante worsened my case, but did his lack of knowingmein some way help me? Or did it make me look even more suspect?
I could hear Quinn now, whispering into Jett’s ear about me doing it for attention. In my head, I punched her.
“You can’t lie here and worry about this,” I told the room. “Go to sleep, it won’t be as bad in the morning.” Advice my momgave me all the time. Nothing was as bad as it seemed after a good night’s sleep.
Closing my eyes, I listened to my mom, eventually drifting off to sleep.
The thud of something being kicked woke me. Blearily, I lifted my head and peered into the dark.
“Mia?”
“You wish.”
“Jett?” I bolted upright, sleep forgotten as I leaned over and flicked my sidelight on. There he sat at my desk, in his armor of black clothing, hair messy, and his boots on my floor. “How?” I stuttered. “Why are you here? How did you get in here?”
“Not important,” he said as he studied me. “How long have you known Spence?”
“No.” I was out of bed, hands on hips, ready to do battle. “Get out of my bedroom!”
Jett looked around lazily, taking in the pale walls, the three shelves of textbooks, the bed, the desk, and the small closet. “No,” he mocked me.
“This is insanity, this isillegal,” I told him. “You broke into my apartment.”
“Did I?” He cocked his head as he looked at me. “I say you let me in.”
“I say you’re full of shit.”
“See how it works?” Jett’s gaze traveled over me slowly, and I felt the goose bumps as he did so. “I say you drugged me.”
“I say I didn’t.”
Jett’s eyes fixated on my chest, causing my nipples to harden, and I hastily crossed my arms. His slow smile caused my tummy to somersault. “I say I may fuck you again.”
My throat closed. “I say not likely.”
He was on his feet and in front of me in one stride. He cupped my chin, tilting my head back as he stared down at me,his face clear of emotion. “I say you drop to your knees and suck my dick.”
“I say you kiss my ass.”
He smirked, and seeing that familiar expression almost relaxed me until I was spun and my pajama shorts were tugged down. Fluidly, I was bent over, and my cry of alarm was swallowed by my cry of pain when the bastard bit my ass. “Ow, you fuck!”
His lips and tongue soothed the bite, causing my core to heat, before he bit the other cheek, causing me to cry out again, before he soothed the bite again. His lips moved over my ass, and my head was reeling from his touch. His hand skimmed the inside of my thigh before it lightly traced over my pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured as he bit my ass cheek again, and his fingers ran through my folds. “Did I do this to you that night?” he asked me as his thumb rubbed over my clit. “Did I eat this pussy until you screamed for me?”
Yes. “I . . .” I gasped when his tongue replaced his thumb. “Oh Jesus,” I groaned as he ate me out. I automatically spread my legs to give him room. His tongue was merciless, like him. As he licked me, his fingers stretched me open before his tongue dipped inside me. “Shit.” It felt so good. My cry of protest when he stopped stroking me would have embarrassed me, but Jett flipped me around, and pushing me onto the bed into a sitting position, his hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge, where he got on his knees and buried his head between my thighs. I could say nothing as my hands curled into his hair, feeling his breath against my most sensitive area before he licked and sucked me until I was begging him not to stop. Not this time, he couldn’t leave me like this again.
My hand was in my mouth, trying to stop my scream as his fingers pushed inside me, and my whole body arched at the exquisite sensation.
“Your roommate isn’t here,” Jett told me gruffly just before he took my clit into his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers picked up speed.
