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"You're my girlfriend. You can’t overstep."
"You sure about that?" I cock my head to the side and move closer to him.
He swallows visibly, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down.
"I think so," he says quietly. He drops his eyes to my lips and watches my tongue glide across my bottom lip.
My fingers itch to reach out and touch him, the close proximity teasing me. He turns me into a damn kid in a candy store.
"Good to know."
His eyes light up, letting me know that I've succeeded in provoking him. He grabs hold of me, throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he carries me to my bedroom.
"Let's go test it out," he growls playfully and slaps my ass, letting his hand linger before giving it a rough squeeze. I let out a giggle and press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to the skin beneath his jawline.
I feel his pulse beneath my lips, and I fill up with a sense of pride when I feel it thump harder, quicker. His grip on me tightens when he throws open my door, not waiting to close it again before I’m being tossed on the bed. Excitement swims in my belly as I watch him stalk towards me, a predatory smirk on his lips, and a fiery blaze sparking in his lustful gaze.
My heart thumps against my ribcage when he moves on top of me, placing his weight firmly on the two hands now resting beside my head. We’re so close now, his breath fanning across my parted lips, his body heat enveloping me like a blanket.
I don’t realize that I’m tracing my fingernails along his chest until I hear his groan of appreciation, my cheeks going pink. Swallowing my nerves, I slip them under his t-shirt, nearly melting when I feel the deep, hard ridges on his abdomen.
He leans down, capturing my lips with his, swallowing my sigh when he grinds his arousal between my legs, making my jaw slack, mouth falling open. My core throbs from the contact, leaving me breathless and wanting more--needing more. Reaching down, I grab his hips and pull him closer, giving him permission to keep going before he pulls away.
I can feel the thick, long outline of his erection against me, and I nearly orgasm from the thought of having him inside me. I know it’s too early, but that thought is fading in my mind, leaving me tainted with dirty thoughts that make me meet his thrusts and reach for the button on his jeans.
“Ava.” He lets out a throaty groan, the sound itself making me shiver with need. His tongue slips into my mouth, playing with mine in a way that should be illegal while he pushes down the waistband of my biker shorts, rubbing his thumb on my hip bone. He’s putting all of his weight on his forearm, yet his arm doesn’t shake, the corded muscles holding himself up with ease. Shit, that’s hot. Too hot.
We’re grinding on each other like teenagers in the backseat of a beater car, but I don’t care. I can’t find it in me to stop once I’ve unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, tugging on them until he reaches down and pulls them down to his thighs for me before pressing against me again. I can feel the wetness from his arousal through my thin shorts, and I roll my hips against him, cooing his name.
Without stopping to give myself a chance to back out, I reach down and grip him in a tight fist, my eyes shutting when he throbs in my hand.
“Baby, we don’t have to go further than this,” Oakley groans half-heartedly, letting his forehead drop to rest against mine, our dewy skin making them stick together.
I slip his underwear down his thighs and grab his bare cock, giving it a quick jerk. “I want to.”
“Okay.”
He nods, almost to convince himself it’s okay to go further before he does just that. My shorts are quickly shoved down my legs before a long finger traces my slit, meeting the pool of arousal that’s soaked through my panties. His mouth finds my neck: kissing, sucking, and biting on the sensitive skin as I plead for him to touch me—to really touch me.
My eyes roll behind my eyelids, my thighs spreading when he pushes my panties to the side and pushes a finger inside me, moving it in a wide circle while his thumb pushes up on my clit.
I tighten my grip on him and pick up my pace, letting my thumb drag along his wet tip with every pull. He’s pushed another finger into my core now, jerking them around, hitting my special spot over and over until I’m crying for more, begging for him to make me come.
He starts to thrust himself in my hand the second I feel my stomach tighten, my walls gripping onto his fingers as spark after spark shoots through my core. I’m arching my back off the bed, pushing my chest against his.
“Fuck, Ava. You’re gonna make me come,” he growls, seconds before his fingers are pulled from me, my shirt now being pushed up my stomach. It’s less than a heartbeat after my skin is exposed that I feel hot, thick ropes of cum decorate my stomach.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, smiling a wide, white smile down at me, still holding himself up. I giggle when I notice his biceps wobbling slightly. “You are something else, Octavia Layton.”
“A good something I hope,” I reply breathlessly as I pull my short back up.
“A very good something.” He places a gentle kiss on my swollen lips before pulling back and pushing himself back on his knees. “Actually, you’re everything.”
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"I have a question," Oakley murmurs as we lay in bed. I can't read his expression in the dark. The only source of light in my room is the TV. A particularly gruesome horror film is playing, but I’m not paying enough attention to know what is happening.
I look up and attempt to meet his eyes. "I might have an answer."
