The Match

Ava barely has enough time to swallow before my hands are on her again. I pull her up by her arms and push her onto the couch. Her back lands flat against a pillow that she strips from beneath her. Still high from Ava’s lips wrapped around my cock and the look of greed in her eyes as she swallowed my cum, I get undressed in a hurry.

After throwing my clothes on the floor, making a pile behind me, I climb on top of Ava, separating her thighs with my hand. The tight spandex dress she has on allows me easy access.

“Bad girl,” I say, locking onto her, as she rubs her pussy against my hand. “You left the house without wearing any panties. If you were mine, you’d dress like this all the time.”

She sucks in a ragged breath. “Panties didn’t go with the outfit. You should be happy.”

“I’m happy all right. I was happy on the roof, and I sure as fuck am now. Less to take off.” I push her dress up further, exposing her slick folds to the cold air. “So wet for me.” I drag my finger along her slickness to tease her, and she moans.

“Stop torturing me, Doc.”

Ava’s eyes have a palpable hunger in them. She’s impatient, so much so that she grabs my hand and shoves my fingers insider her.

“You have to learn some self-control. You have a lot to learn, little one.”

“I’m not as young as you think,” she hisses. Clutching my hand, she rocks her hips in a rhythmic motion.

Thrusting another finger into her slick pussy, her juices coat my fingers, making my dick hard again. She’s so fucking tight. I’m used to setting rules and taking what I want, all while knowing I have no intention to have a repeat. But Ava was different. I knew at the hotel that she wouldn’t be a clinger, and I liked that about her.

I let my usual guard down more because of her demeanor. This is just sex, as it should be. I have no time or desire for a relationship. Dating takes too much work.

Ava tightens her grip on my fingers, forcing me to work harder. Her lips crash against mine, and her tongue slips inside my mouth. She pulls my head closer, stroking my jaw with her thumb. Trembling beneath me, Ava’s muscles clench around me, and her juices coat my skin. I break away from her long enough to taste her, before dragging my finger along her lips.

I grip Ava by the hips, and she climbs onto my lap, her knees digging into the couch and her thighs molding around mine. Not wanting to waste another second, I push the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the fabric so tight it’s practically glued onto her skin. I grab her tits in my hands, getting more than a handful’s worth, and suck on her nipples.

Ava runs her hands over my abs, staring at the dark ink on my chest and arms. She reaches between us to grab hold of my cock. Making a fist around me, she slides her hand up my length. I suck in a deep breath. Clamping my hand around hers, telling her to stop, she locks onto me and nods as if she understands. I lean over the side of the couch and reach into the pocket of my pants to retrieve a foil packet. Quickly, I tear it open and roll the condom on, before lifting her up just enough to lower her onto my cock.

This time, I ease into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. Ava bites down on her bottom lip and closes her eyes.

She opens her eyes and digs her nails into my shoulders. “Harder, Doc.”

I slide in and out of her, careful not to hurt her too much, before I pick up the pace, my movements so in sync as I grip her hips and fuck her. With Ava, I could go all night, pumping faster, as the sweat trickles down my forehead with each thrust. We lock eyes, as another earth-shattering orgasm owns her body. I groan from the sexy look on her face and the moans that escape her lips, and then my entire body trembles.

I thrust into her a few more times before I kiss her, slow and passionate as if we made love instead of fucked. After I leave a trail of kisses along her chest, I slide her off me and onto the couch next to me, ready for more.

“Damn,” Ava says, gasping for air. She glances down at my cock that’s still hard and wrapped in latex. “You should probably go take care of that so you can come back and fuck me again before I leave.”

Definitely not a clinger.

Excited by the offer of another round with Ava and knowing she will leave without any issues, I get up from the sofa and stare down at her. She’s gorgeous and so fucking young. With her legs spread wide and her naked body glistening with sweat and toned to perfection, I could admire Ava all night.

I like her, and that doesn’t happen often. Most of my encounters with women occurred in an on-call room between shifts. That can’t happen anymore—not when I’m going to be the boss.

Without another word, I walk toward the bathroom, thinking of all the dirty things I’d like to do with Ava before I send her home. I have all of five hours before I start my new job. It’s hard to believe I landed this position at such a young age. I should get some sleep, or at the very least prepare myself for the day to come. But I’m greedy and need more of Ava. For whatever reason, I am not ready to send her home.

Chapter Nine

AVA

I spent the rest of the weekend nursing a hangover along with the aching between my thighs. Sloan sure did a number on me; to the point that I could barely walk across my apartment yesterday. But it was worth it. I never do things as adventurous as a one-night stand, and it felt good to finally live for once. For years, I busted my ass in school. I needed one moment of feeling alive from something other than the adrenaline that shoots through my bloodstream during a surgery, making me high on power.

The second I step out of the bathroom on the third floor, Stacey is bolting toward me with a crazed look in her eyes. She has two Styrofoam cups in her hands. She holds one of the coffees out to me, which I take with a sigh of relief.

She smirks. “So, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“Umm…The good news, I guess. It’s too early in the morning to get hit with bad news.”

“On my way to the cafeteria, I saw Sloan. He didn’t see me, but I saw him.”