I lock the door behind us at the top of the stairs. She looks at the locked handle, then at me with an arched brow. Chuckling softly, she follows me down to the pool table, where I rack the balls and hand her a pool cue.
She arches a brow. “You kept me here to play eight-ball?”
I move to stand behind her and step close as I take her hips in my hands. “I’d get behind you and help you line up the shot, and I’d be hard as hell,” I say against her ear. “Your body felt so good against mine, but I couldn’t tell you what I wanted.”
She closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side, giving my mouth access to her neck. “What did you want?”
I sweep my lips up and down that perfect soft skin. “Jesus. Everything.”
She shakes her head. “No. Tell me.”
“How about I show you?” I slide my hand back down into her bikini bottoms. “I could see the edge of your pink panties that day, and I wanted to put my hand in your jeans and rub you through them until they were soaked.” Her breath catches, and I kiss my way down her neck. I use two fingers to toy with her clit, loving the way she rubs her ass against my dick when I touch her, needing the way my panic dissolves when my hands are on her.
She leans her head back into my shoulder. I nibble and suck at the tender skin beneath her ear. She tucks her hips, leading my hand closer to where she wants it.
“Can I tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about having your mouth on me in the shower? The reality was so much better than any fantasy.”
She releases a breath as she closes her eyes. She reaches a hand behind my neck and threads her fingers into my hair. “You liked it?”
“Fuck yes, Ava.” I toy with her clit between my fingers. “You liked my hand in your hair, didn’t you? You liked giving me that bit of control.”
“Yes,” she says.
“Did it make you wet to suck me off? Did you want to put your hand between your legs?”
“Yes.” She rocks into my hand, and I can tell by the building tension in her muscles that I could make her come like this.
“I’ve thought about this too many times.” With one smooth motion, I pull my hand from her bikini bottoms and turn her in my arms. I release the clasp of her bikini top and let it fall to the floor before I guide her to sit on the edge of the pool table.
“We can’t do this here.”
> “Do what?” I tug her bikini bottoms from her hips and let them drop down her legs. I part her thighs and sink down so I can look at her—wet, swollen, and exposed for me. “I’ve wanted to do this to you here since the day I taught you how to line up a shot.” I don’t even try to take it slow. I flick my tongue over her, and she gasps. Another time, I’ll get there slowly. I’ll torture her with kisses on her inner thighs and teasing touches near her aching center. But today I need to taste her as desperately as I’ve ever needed anything.
I run my tongue over her clit and into her. As my hands slide under her ass, I lift her hips off the table and bury my face between her legs. She whimpers, then gives me what I want and rocks against my face, abandoning control and turning her body over to me completely.
“Jake.”
Just like in the shower, this is so much better than my fantasy. She’s so turned on, and that is the fantasy—Ava turned on by my words, my body, my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. I work her over, relentless, and time falls away. Nothing matters but the taste of her and the sounds she makes as I push her closer to that edge. I give myself over to her pleasure until she lifts her hips off the table and screams my name.
As she slowly unravels, she releases her grip on my hair. I stand, greedy in my need to see her face and hold her in my arms.
She slinks off the pool table, but I don’t get to hold her because she’s bending in front of me, moving her mouth over my stomach and her hands down my back before tugging off my swim trunks. “Come here,” she says softly, standing again.
I let her guide me to the couch, sitting when she nudges me down. She straddles my hips, and the feel of her slick heat against my dick is so damn sweet that I have to focus all my energy on not sliding right into her.
Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her. I let her taste herself on my lips.
She meets my eyes as she shifts her hips, positioning me at her entrance. “Jake?”
I never meant for us to get to this so quickly, but her eyes are hazy with pleasure, and when she shifts above me, I lift my hips. In the next moment, she’s sliding down my cock—no condom, no hesitation—and I fucking love it. I love knowing there’s nothing between us, and am grounded by the feeling that this connects us in a way that can’t be unbroken.
Her breath hitches as I fill her. “Oh, God.” She grips the back of my neck. “Jake, it’s so good. It’s better than I . . . God.”
Emotion knots in my throat as I watch her move over me. Her eyes are at half-mast, and her lips are parted. Fighting the instinct to hold her too tightly, I soften my grip on her hips.
She shakes her head and slides her hands over mine. “Hold me.” She leans forward, buries her face into the crook of my neck. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
The whispered plea breaks something loose inside me, and in one swift motion, I wrap my arms around her and take her to the floor. She draws her knees up, opening her body for me, and gasps as I drive deeper.