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He nods. “You.”
Avery reaches for me and I freak out, blurting, “I don’t have a condom!”
He growls and grabs my hips roughly, flinging me effortlessly over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, my arms winding around his middle.
He doesn’t answer me, just stalks toward the front door, yanking it open and letting it slam behind him. He struts right for the elevator, doors sweeping open and revealing a young couple staring at us with the most stunned expressions I’ve ever seen.
I can only imagine how this looks. I’m hanging halfway down Avery’s back, one of his strong arms wrapped around my knees while his free hand covers my ass—which is in the air—keeping me locked to him. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his torso, revealing how hard he works to look the way he does.
Avery gives the couple a nod. “Nice night, isn’t it?”
The young man stammers for words, only coming up with sounds, while the girl beside him giggles.
“Not as nice as yours,” the boy finally manages, his eyes sparkling with humor.
The girl whacks him hard on the shoulder, and I manage a snicker, even in this ridiculous situation.
They get off a few floors later and we continue up to Avery’s suite. Sully barely lifts his head off his bed when Avery plows through the door. Kicking off his shoes, he strides down the long hallway to the last door on the right. He throws me on the bed and I bounce twice with a yelp.
“Take off your dress,” he orders, peeling off his shirt.
“Bossy,” I murmur, reaching back for my zipper.
His grin grows. “You have no fucking clue, Claire, but you’re about to find out.”
Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough. Avery grips my hips and flips me over, tugging the zipper down my back and yanking my dress over my head.
“Fuck,” he mutters. A glance over my shoulder finds him scrubbing over his mouth with his hand. His eyes flick up. “Do you know how perfect you are? Don’t fucking know if I can handle it.”
His fingers make quick work of my bra, and suddenly he’s curled over my back, tugging me up to all fours, palming my breasts while his lips slide down my spine. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers while I groan, pushing my ass back into him. I can feel him growing, the weight of him pressing into me.
He pulls my panties down my legs, pressing his lips to my backside, nibbling, kissing. His hand swipes over me from behind and he groans while I let out the world’s loudest moan. I’m already ready to beg for more, to plead with him to never, ever stop touching me. Why in the hell have I been denying him this? Denying myself?
“Already. Fucking. Wet.” He moves back up my body, his hot breath grazing my ear when he whispers into it. “I’m going to fuck you, Claire. I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you’re not going to say no, are you?”
I whimper, because I can’t with words right now. My body’s going crazy. I feel like a live wire dipped in water.
“Tell me,” Avery demands. “Tell me I can fuck you.”
“Please, Avery,” I cry out, fingers clutching the sheets. “I want you to fuck me.”
He lets out a sinister chuckle. “Yes, baby.
I’m well aware that he’s only said a few sentences, but nobody’s ever talked to me like this during sex. Never. Sex with Aaron was always so…monotone, routine. The same, always, as if there were specific, set instructions that needed to be followed at all times. It was okay for a while, when it was still new, but even then…it wasn’t great. I faked more orgasms than should be legal.
“First, I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my tongue,” Avery says slowly, licking a path down the center of my spine. He gives me a sharp smack to my ass and dips one finger inside my heat, making me gasp and wiggle.
Fingers digging into my hips, I feel his hot, damp breath on my ass when he settles behind me. His tongue licks a slow, torturous path from my clit through my drenched, aching folds.
And then he feasts. His tongue is everywhere, swirling over my clit, diving inside me. It’s too much, all at once, and I can’t take it.
With a shove, he pushes me down onto my belly and flips me around.
“Head on the pillows,” he directs with the jerk of his head while he drops his pants and boxers to the ground. He grips the base of his long, thick cock as it pulses and grows impossibly bigger before my eyes. Licking his lips, he watches me settle myself on the pillows.
“Open your legs, Claire. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
