Banging Reaper(10)

I push through the front doors and once the night air hits my face, I start to cool down. It will be okay, I’ll figure this out, I reassure myself. To save on bus fare I decide to walk home.

Half way home I’m cooled down enough to lift my phone to my ear and give Ethan a call. The phone rings and rings, eventually going to voicemail.

“Hey, Ethan. It’s me, Avery,” I say after the beep. “I’m feeling so much better now. My head doesn’t hurt at all. I tried to work tonight but Joe said you pulled me off the schedule. Can you give me a call back and put me back on? Thanks. Talk to you later.”

I disconnect the call then check my phone. It’s still early. I’ve probably got at least a couple of hours to kill.

My phone buzzes just as I reach my front door. I don’t even finish unlocking my door before my eager eyes glance down.

It’s a text from Ethan.



Ethan: Hey, Ave. Can’t talk. You’re off for the week. Feel better.



What?! I’m off for the week? My heart races with panic. That can’t happen. I have to work. My fingers fly across my phone.



Me: Sorry if I wasn’t clear. My mistake. I need to work. Please put me back on the schedule?



Ethan doesn’t answer right away. I stare really, really hard at my phone.

The little message pops up that he’s typing a response then it stops. It keeps starting up and stopping. I realize while I’m waiting on him, I’m standing in my hallway like a jackass with my keys still in the door.

Never taking my eyes off my screen, I finish unlocking my door and push it open. Just as the door closes behind me, Ethan texts me back.



Ethan: Just checked with Joe. He’s already covered your slots. Hit me up tomorrow night, we’ll hang out.



Fuck, fuck, fuck. I seriously doubt the rest of the week is paid time off. I’m so fucked.

My fingers start moving across the phone, typing up a response. I type up message after message, but ultimately they all seem too needy, too pathetic after I read them back to myself so I just end up deleting them all.

Ethan knows I need money, he has to know. That’s why he gave me the job! But does he understand I need the money? Does he really? It’s always felt like we’ve existed in two different worlds.

Sebastian appears, slinking out of my bedroom. He twines himself around my ankles and peers up at me with a hungry meow.

I sigh and reach down, scratching him behind his left ear. “It’s a little early for dinner.”

Sebastian appears to be uncaring. He meows louder.

“If you eat now,” I chide him. “You’ll only be hungry later.”

Sebastian pulls through my ankles and slinks into the kitchen. He stops in front of the cupboard where I keep his food. My phone buzzes.

I walk into the kitchen, open the cupboard and pull out a can. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I open up the can for Sebastian and fill his bowl before I check my phone.



Ethan: Hey, I may have another job for you if you’re interested.



Uh, what? Another job? From where? Something smells fishy all of a sudden and it’s not just the cat food.



Me: I don’t really have time for another job.



I truly am booked solid between school, work, and finding time for my homework. Even desperately needing the money, there’s no way I could squeeze in another job. Not unless I give up something I already do.

As if reading my mind, Ethan responds: This one pays better. We’ll talk tomorrow.

I have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that Ethan intends to make me an offer I can’t refuse.





Chase




“Fuck me!” I groan loudly, my breath coming out in a sharp burst of air.

“Oh, fuck me!” I yell.

“That's right you big pussy, cry like a baby!” Dale grunts as he twists my stiff legs back into shape.

“Good god, you’re going to break me!” I wince as he twists my right leg to just about the opposite way it’s supposed to bend. “Fuuuuccckkkk.”

“That’s right big boy, take it all,” Dale grunts out again all the while chuckling as he then twists my leg back in a different direction.

“Seriously, I just fought last night. Go easy on me.”

“Nah, you left me at the stadium last night. Remember?” Dale snickers as I try to push him away.

I am as weak as a baby kitten right now.

I worked every single second since I got into the gym, trying to exercise the built up tension in my body. No doubt I will be feeling this tomorrow.

I fought last night and returned to the gym for more punishment. I know I was full of caffeine by the time I got to Avery's apartment but fuck me! That was over four hours ago, and before Dale got to me. Now I am hurting and ready for a long sauna.

“Ow, fuck! Enough!” I bellow as I roll myself off the table Dale has been abusing me on and onto my feet.

Dale has that fucking grin on his face, fucker probably got some last night. Good for him, he finally got his balls wet by the Doc. They should be good for each other.

“Get a shower champ,” he snickers to me before walking over to the bench and pulling out his cell phone.

Looking over to the clock on the wall, I grimace at the time. Fuck, eight more hours till she’s off and I really don't think I can work out till then. I mean I could but at some point my body will just end up collapsing.

Maybe I could go beat on Ethan some more.

I can probably go get my purse check, but the bank won't be open till Monday. And on a Saturday when I should be resting, I am as tense as can be.

My hands keep feeling empty and after having that sexy fucking raven-haired beauty's ass in my hands, I don't know if they will feel normal until I get them back on her body.

I head into the showers and turn the water on full blast until it’s all hot with barely any cold. I’m not sure how big the gyms hot water tanks are but they have never failed to keep me hot and steamy for an entire shower.

As I wash my body down, I rub hard on the black and blue areas, trying to help some that still have small knots behind them. My legs look like shit, repeated heavy kicks will do that to them, and my stomach is still sore on one side from the punches Ethan landed there.

Damn. The only thing didn't hurt from my fight is my cock, and that treacherous bastard is aching for Avery. I can normally keep it in control enough that I don't just thump a girl into the wall and try to dry hump her brains out, but something about Avery has me all riled up.

I grip my cock in my hand, it’s already hard as the steel beams holding this building up. I can feel the tightness in my aching balls. The pressure is just beneath my skin. I can feel all the hot tense feelings right there.

God, I want to feel her soft velvety lips sliding around my cock. I want to piston inside her until I empty all of my seed inside her hot wet pussy. I start to speed up my stroke. I can feel myself boiling with pressure. It feels like I am going to explode.

Just the thought of her lying under me, writhing on the bed as I slam into her makes me fucking burn. I want to claim her as mine and drown her in my cum… Fuck.

I can feel those long and strong legs wrapped around me. Her thighs are hot and soft as they crush my hips in their clench.

Thinking of her breasts encased in silk arouses the fuck out of me. But for some reason the fact that she had on simple black boy short panties just hits that kink inside me. I like lace but a girl who makes simple panties like that arousing is just too fucking hot. I wish I would have gotten her bra off, so I had just a few moments to suck on her beautiful nipples.

I explode on the wall with a loud grunt as I stroke myself through the orgasm and into the slow sedation that follows.

Shaking my head, I rinse my body off and shake the last of the arousal out of my body. I feel like I barely let any pressure off. If anything my body is even antsier, anxiously waiting to see her again.





Chapter Seven





Chase




I send Avery a quick text as soon as it hits 8:15. I can't wait any longer, I want to see my raven-haired beauty. I don't know if the evening will end with me letting out all the pressure that has been building inside me but I sure hope so.



Me: Where are you at? Do you need a ride home from work?



Shit, I need to make sure I am not sounding like a desperate ass.



Avery: I'm at home, what's up?



Me: I'll be there in fifteen minutes.



Avery: What do you mean you will be here in fifteen minutes? Did you ask me out for a date?



Shit. Shit. Shit. Is she fucking with me? I run my hand through my hair and take a long moment to breathe out. Inhale and exhale. I need to relax here. She could feel absolutely nothing like I feel.

But fuck that, she's mine.



Me: Nope. Ten minutes.



I know I shouldn't be texting and driving so I set my phone down on the seat beside me.



The buzz and loud chime sound lets me know she has responded. I pick it up and look at her response.



Avery: What if I won't be ready? Are you driving and texting?!?



I grin and set the phone back on the seat. Let her figure it out.





Avery




Wow. So Chase is totally coming over and I’m not ready at all. When I told him he could call me I thought he would do just that, call me. I figured we’d talk for a bit, maybe get to know each other and then set up a date for later.

I had no clue he’d decide to rush right over!

Crazy thing is instead of being pissed off about being pushed into a date he didn’t ask for, I’m excited. Like super excited. So excited that I’m racing around my bedroom like a chicken with its head cut off trying to figure out what to wear.