An Unlikely Deal(36)

I suck on her swollen pink folds, tonguing the bundle of nerves, and push a finger into her quivering pussy. She's so fucking tight, it's almost like it's her first time. In some ways I feel like it's our first time. It's been so long, and we're both desperate for each other. 

Her muscles grip my finger, and my cock throbs almost painfully, the primitive need to thrust into her almost overwhelming. I control myself, sucking her clit hard while pushing another finger into her. I tunnel into her pussy over and over again, stretching her and bumping the sweet spot inside her every time.

Her spine arches, and she screams piercingly as she comes. She's clenching the edge of the mattress so hard that it's vibrating under my chin.

Heady satisfaction and triumph fill me. Instead of letting up, I intensify what I'm doing to her, determined to drive her to another climax. She screams again, this time louder. Her knees come up, angling her pelvis, pressing her pussy even more tightly against my greedy mouth.

I feel drunk with her heat, her taste. Her platinum hair sticks to her glistening cheeks and neck. She's breathing like she's run a thousand miles.

I raise myself up, placing my hands on each side of her, and lower my head to take her lips. Warm and soft, they part instantly. She pulls my tongue into her mouth and strokes it with her own, while her fingers reach around my waist and tug at the knot keeping the towel together. It pools at my feet.

I gather her up and place her in the center of the bed. My dick is so hard and so hungry for her, my cockhead is dripping with precum. She reaches between our bodies and wraps her hand around my aching shaft.

"Ava … "

"I love the way you feel, I love the way you're so ravenous for me." She licks my mouth. "Let me make you feel good just the way you did me."

She pushes against my shoulders, and I give way. I can't deny her anything at the moment. I would carve out my heart if that's what she wanted.

The sudden gasp of horror slashes through my lust, like someone threw me into the Arctic Ocean. She doesn't have to say a word. I know what's wrong.

My scars.

If the scar on my cheek looks bad, the ones on my leg are something from a horror movie. Long, white and jagged, they mar so much of my leg there isn't enough unscarred flesh left to cover a paperback book. I know I'm emotionally messed up, that something's not right with me, but before I wrecked my bike I was at least outwardly perfect. Now the outside is a mess, too.

I make fists resisting the urge to cover up. That would betray too much of myself.

"The accident?" Ava asks in a low voice.

"Yes."

"What happened?"

I shrug, feigning a nonchalance I don't feel. The accident was probably some kind of a divine sign that it was time my appearance reflected how flawed I am inside. "It was raining, and … I lost control of my Harley."

"That's terrible."

I don't want her fucking pity. But what an idiot I've been. I should have anticipated this and planned accordingly, rather than smashing her life to pieces in my blind need to have her back again.

She places a hand on my left thigh, between the scars, and brushes her cheek against them one by one. "I'm so sorry, Lucas."

Somehow I don't detect any pity in her voice, just simple empathy and sorrow.

Her soft breath and hair fan along the jagged lines. She kisses every inch of them as though they're something precious.

My eyes are suddenly hot, and I realize that they are prickling with unshed tears. Tremors run through me. I can't think of anyone who's ever loved me, not like this, not enough to embrace my … obvious imperfections. My heart pounds, so full of emotion. And at this moment I would die for Ava.




 

 

"I know you don't like them," she says, "but they're perfect to me because they're part of you." She reaches up and lightly tweaks my pierced nipple.

Her gentle words shatter my control. I can't wait a second longer.

"Are you on the pill?"

She flushes. "No. You can't get them in Japan."

"I don't have any condoms." Dammit. I should be better prepared, but sex hasn't been on my radar for a while.

Ava gives me an impish smile. "Mmm. A challenge, but there's no way I'm letting this"-she runs her hand lovingly along my thick, hard shaft-"go to waste." She licks her lips.

She pulls my dick deep inside her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. My eyes roll up as knife-sharp pleasure runs through me. Digging my hands into her hair, I place my feet flat on the bed and start thrusting … shallowly, careful not to gag her.

But what I'm doing only seems to excite her more. She bobs her head, pulling me all the way down her throat. A soft purr vibrates through her.

"I'm about to come, Ava," I say.