Banging Reaper(9)

Twisting us around, I push her hard up against the wall. I dry hump her soaked panties while leaking pre-cum all over my boxers. This was definitely not what I thought we would be doing when I decided to come over here. I don’t want to take advantage of the girl given that last night she was hurt and I rescued her. But now that this is happening, and she's not stopping me, I can barely contain myself.

I lower my head down to her neck and suck hard. I bite her throbbing vein because I have the irresistible urge to mark her as mine.

Her head flies backwards, moaning in heat. Then suddenly she’s shrieking in pain just after her head makes contact with the hard wall. Lifting my head in surprise, I watch her eyes cross in pain.

Fuck, she’s hurt again, this sucks. I wrap my arms around her and slowly lower her to the floor. All thoughts of sex are forgotten. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt this girl.

“Ah fuck, Avery are you okay?” I ask trying to make sure she is steady.

I walk her slowly to her small pitiful couch and help her sit down.

“Ugh,” she groans out as she sits down and wraps her head in her arms.

“Let me get you some ice,” I say rushing into her kitchen and grabbing a towel from her oven handle.

Pulling ice out of her freezer, I put a small handful into the towel and then rush right on back over to her.

“Oh my god, that hurt!" She cries out while gently applying the ice pack to the back of her head.

Oh my god, my cock isn't hurting but damn it if it isn’t aching with want. I consider dropping a couple of those ice cubes down my pants to help me cool down.

I grab her blanket and sit down on the couch, hearing it groan as I settle in beside her. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her over to me, offering her comfort. She leans into me and holds the ice pack to the back of her head.

“I'm sorry Avery, you okay?”

“Yeah, but I definitely need to shower and get ready for school.” She groans and looks up to the clock on the wall.

I don’t want to let her go, she feels so good in my arms. I can feel her squirming though and getting antsy. She pulls away.

“Where's your cell phone?” I ask her.

She looks at me, confused, then she points to the kitchen table.

I stand and walk over to the table, picking up her phone. “What’s your pin code?”

“Twelve twenty.” She frowns at me as I handle her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Is that your birthday?” I ask as I text my own phone from hers.

I feel a slight vibration as a loud beep comes from my back pocket.

“Yes, I'm a December baby. Did you just text yourself?”

“Yep. What time are you off tonight?”

“Eight-fifteen.”

I walk back over to her and hand her the phone. “Can I call you?”

She hesitates before answering. “Yes,” she says finally, looking up at me with those emerald eyes. So beautiful.

I want to kiss her again but I know if I do I won’t be able to stop myself.

I resist the urge to adjust myself in my jeans. My cock is still hard, aching and straining for release. If I didn’t like this girl so much, I don’t think I’d be able to walk away. If she was any other girl, one of my usual bimbos, I’d probably talk her into letting me jack off on her tits.

“I'll call you tonight.”

I walk to the door and turn back to see her still sitting there, staring at me. “Lock up behind me, Avery.”

I exit her apartment, closing the door behind me. It takes a couple of seconds but I hear the tumblers of her dead bolt lock into place.

I walk down the steps of her building with a wide gait. My cock still isn't exactly soft but it’s better than it was a few moments ago.

Hopping into my Jeep, I pull away from the curb in front of her apartment building and merge into the light traffic. I'm going to have to hit the gym today. I’m going to need to punch a few things to expend all this pent up energy coursing through me.





Chapter Six





Avery




Sitting through my classes today was pure torture. My head wouldn’t stop aching and I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase.

More precisely, I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase kissing me.

My Algebra instructor droned on and on, and I just couldn’t focus on the problems no matter how hard I tried. I suck at math, it’s always been my worst subject. It’s my second year of college, working towards my human services degree, and I’m still stuck in Algebra. So I gritted my teeth against the throbbing in my head and squeezed my knees together against the throbbing between my thighs and did my best to tough it out.

But it was hopeless. I was too distracted, too confused about what I wanted. I literally just met Chase last night and watched him beat down my best friend. Twice. How fucked up am I?

But on the other hand, even knowing that I’m fucked up and feeling totally guilty about it, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what could have been. If only I hadn’t been so clumsy and hit my head where would we have ended up? On the floor? On my couch? In my bed? Right there against the door?

It only made the throbbing that much worse.

Ethan probably wasn’t even out of the building before I turned on Chase and attacked him like a sex crazed pervert. Oh my god, I’m such a hussy. He probably only wanted my number because I’m a guaranteed easy lay. I shouldn’t answer the phone when he calls… Yet, I can’t stop checking it.

I’m on my way to work, carrying my phone in my hand. Every so often my eyes flick down to it and I consider both sending Chase a text and blocking him so he can’t call. He knows where I live though, and I’m pretty sure if he really wanted to he could break down my door if he wanted to get in.

He looks exactly like the kind of guy who would break down my door for some sex.

He’s ripped, muscled up with the hard body of a greek god. I guess he has to be to be a professional ass kicker. Did I seriously just call him a professional ass kicker? Even in my thoughts, he’s got me feeling different… feeling out of control.

What is it about him? What is it exactly that makes me so hot and turns me on? Is it his height? Is it all the bulging muscles? Could it be the tattoos? I’ve never had a thing for ink before.

No, no. I know what it is. It’s that he looks hard, he looks scary, even intimidating. Totally like a tattooed punk. But with me, when he’s talking to me or kissing me or holding me in his arms, he so soft. So irresistibly soft.

“Hey, Avery,” my manager Joe says pulling me out of my thoughts. “I thought you weren’t coming in tonight.”

I glance up and blink at Joe. I’ve walked through the entire front of Glier’s Electronics without even realizing it. Now I’m in the back, in the employee’s only area, pulling open my locker.

I’ve done this kind of thing before. I do it sometimes when I’m deep in thought. Somehow my body keeps moving even though I’m not aware of it. My brain is so distracted, my body switches to autopilot. Usually I do the autopilot thing when I’m in the shower. One moment I’m massaging shampoo into my scalp and the next I’m turning the water off. I always have to check my legs to make sure I shaved before I dry off.

“Earth to Avery,” Joe says. “Go home.”

Joe crosses his arms over his chest and spreads his feet as if he’s going to physically block me from clocking in. He’s a nice guy, about the same height as me and most definitely outweighs by at least a hundred pounds.

I try to take a step around Joe but he quickly shuffles, cutting me off.

“But I’m scheduled for tonight,” I frown.

I need to work tonight. I need the money or I’m not going to make rent this month. Well, I could make rent if I cut down on my food. But I’m already only eating one meal a day which is totally not healthy at all.

Joe shakes his bald head and his chin jiggles. “Not according to the big boss. He personally pulled you from tonight.”

Shit. When Ethan told me to take a couple of nights off I thought it was just a suggestion. He’s never called me off before.

“No, it must be a mistake,” I say quickly and try to slip past Joe’s other side. Somehow I’ve got to clock in. Legally Joe can’t clock me out. “Let me clock in then I’ll give Ethan a call.”

Joe snorts loudly and blocks me. Dammit. I forgot he played football in high school. Even for a big guy he can move fast.

“I never thought in all my years as a manager I’d have to say this… Go home, Avery. There’s more to life than just work.”

“But…” I start to protest.

Joe’s eyes narrow at me and he says more firmly, “Go. Before I throw you out.”

I pout at Joe but it doesn’t sway him. He just shakes his head and frowns some more. He’s not going to budge.

I’m angry. I can feel angry tears prickling my eyes so I turn around before they leak out. I know he’s really trying to be nice. He probably even thinks he’s doing me a favor. What employee, especially a young college girl like me, doesn’t want an extra night off?

I yank open my locker and grab my backpack. I slip the straps over my shoulders and slam the door of my locker shut to let some of my steam out. It helps, a little.

The store is a blurry mess of bright lights and faceless customers as I rush through the aisles. It’s a wonder I don’t crash into anyone.