Why Not Now? (The Blue Vista Crew #2)

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Derek

O ne more day until I see Ava again. Okay, yes, I have been counting. And resisting the urge to call or text her, asking if she wants to see me as much as I want to see her. But I’d also printed her schedule out and I know she worked earlier tonight and last night. She’ll be tired. I drag a hand through my hair as I approach my door, pushing thoughts of her away. Not that it’ll do much good. She’s all I’ve thought about since Monday. Since September.

Just home from work, Abyss rushes to greet me as soon as I’m inside. I pick her up, stroking her soft fur.

“At least our relationship isn’t confusing. I do everything you want, and you get to be the queen you are.” I set her by her bowls and fill them. She eats and I move to my living room, flopping onto the couch. I untuck my shirt and remove my belt, but I’m too lazy to go upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes.

I stayed at work late tonight so I can leave early tomorrow. Now, I’m not ready to go to bed, so I reach for my phone, pulling up a novel on my reading app since I’m also too lazy to go upstairs and get my eReader.

I read a couple chapters about a wizard in Chicago, a book I’ve read a couple times before, and I’m considering if I should keep reading or go to bed, when a call interrupts my book.

Ava’s name flashes across my screen and my heart starts racing as I wonder why she might be calling.

“Hello?” I answer.

“It’s me,” she says without preamble or explanation. “Are you home?” Her breathing is a little rushed, like she’s nervous.

“I am.”

“Are you alone?”

Abyss is curled up on my lap. That’s not what Ava is asking, though. She wants to know if I have a woman over. I want to tell her it’s none of her business. I want to tell her she lost the right to ask me that when she told me to leave. Instead, I say, “Yes.”

There’s a rapid knock on my door.

I take the phone away from my ear, looking from it down the hall. I move Abyss to the couch and stand, hanging up without saying anything else. I know who’s here.

Each step toward her has my pulse racing faster. I need to see her. I need to hold her. I need to—

I open the door and there she is.

“Tell me to leave,” she says, breathless. “Tell me to go home.”

I stare at her for a long time before I say, “No.”

She pulls me to her, fusing our lips together. I don’t know what I’ve done with my phone, but it’s no longer in my hand because I’m using both of them to pull her closer, shut the door, press her against it.

She moans as my body cages hers, keeping her trapped between me and the door. A rock and a hard place, because my dick is rock hard, straining against the fly of my pants.

Ava’s fingers find the top button of my shirt and slide it free. Then she moves to the next one, growling with impatience against my lips. I grip the hem of her yellow shirt, pulling it over her head while she kicks off her shoes. She can’t seem to get the second button, so she rips it open. Buttons scatter around the entry hall and even into my kitchen.

I groan as her skin presses to mine. There are no words between us. I simply wrap my arms under her ass, lifting her against my chest, and carry her back down the hall and up the stairs, her legs around my hips.

When I get to my bed, I unceremoniously drop her onto it, finding the waistband of her leggings and underwear, tugging them off and discarding them on the floor with my destroyed shirt. She chucks her bra after the pants.

I have dreamed of eating this pussy since we broke up. When we were together, I didn’t know what I was doing. Now, I’ve had practice, and I need to show her exactly what she’s been missing.

I drop to my knees and pull her roughly to the edge of my bed. Then, I kiss down the smooth skin of one thigh. When I reach her apex, my intention is to move on to the other leg, tease her a little, but I can’t help stopping to take one long, slow lick, tasting her desire, making her moan.

“Derek,” she says, her voice pleading.

I grin as I bite the inside of her thigh. Fuck, I’ve missed the sound of her.

“What do you want?” I ask, pressing more kisses to her skin.

“I want you back where you were,” she says.

“Oh, this side?”

I switch back to the first leg, biting her and sucking hard, making her jump and moan softly.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

I lift my lips and examine the mark I’ve made, kissing it reverently. “Do I? Maybe I need explicit instructions.”

She reaches for me, sliding her fingers into my hair and pulling my head up so I’ll look at her.

I lift my eyebrows, waiting, enjoying the view.

“I want you to lick my pussy until I come.”

I grin. “Now, was that so hard?”

I don’t wait for a response, kissing her swollen clit. Then I lick it, drawing a gasping breath from her as she arches toward me. I press her hips back into the mattress, holding her still as I devour her.

My tongue plays with her clit until she’s a quivering mess. Then I push into her slick entrance, tasting her at the source. She tastes like heaven, so wet I practically drink her in. I replace my tongue with two fingers, returning to her clit. She responds with another moan, trying to shift closer to me, her body begging me to push my fingers deeper. I oblige.

I set a steady rhythm, not too fast, implacably consistent. All the while, my tongue continues its assault on her clit, alternating between licks and sucks.

Her moans change to a higher-pitched cry, telling me she’s about to come. The flutter of her muscles around my fingers confirms it. Then she cries out, louder than before, her body clenching and her pussy spasming.

When the orgasm subsides, I pull away, standing next to the bed to look down at her, replete on my comforter.

“Forking shirtballs,” she says, stilling my hands where I had been about to undo my pants.

“Are you for real right now?” I ask.

Her eyes blink open. “What?”

“Forking shirtballs?”

She gives me a prim look that is completely undone by the fact that she’s lying naked in my bed, her legs still spread from having my face between them.

“I don’t swear anymore. Not since I got custody of Lacey.”

I grin, my fingers resuming their chore. “Sweetheart. That sounds like a challenge.”

She rolls her eyes, and I wish I’d turned the light on so I could see her better, the room only lit by the streetlights outside. Then I let my pants fall to the floor with a thunk—that’s where my phone went—and watch her eyes widen at the sight of my dick.

“You’ve seen it before,” I remind her as I get a condom out of my bedside table drawer.

“Yes, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen that one, and I have to admit, it’s... impressive.”

I roll the condom on and kneel next to her, the bed dipping under my weight. She shifts so her head is on my pillow and her legs are open, inviting me between them. I follow her movement and cover her body with mine. “You sure know how to stroke a man’s ego.”

I kiss her deeply and she pulls me closer, her tongue stroking mine. Her hands slide along my shoulders while her legs bend, creating a cradle for me between them. One leg wraps around mine, drawing me in.

My dick is so hard, I could use it as a hammer. And I intend to. But first, I hover over her, my cock pressing the tiniest bit into her entrance. She writhes beneath me, trying to get me to sink into her, but I hold back.

“Say it, Ava,” I say.

Her eyes fly open wide as she stares into mine. She shakes her head.

“Say it, or get out of my bed.”

She glares at me. “You’re going to stop now? You haven’t come yet. I have.”

“Exactly. I’ll live with the blue balls if I have to. You’re going to say it.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yes, I am. But I have one, and you want it. So you’re going to say it.”

She wraps her other leg around me, arching her pelvis into mine, but I refuse to move. I bite her neck, her lip, her ear. Then I whisper, “Say it for me, Ava.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, punishing me for forcing her to say the words I need to hear. When she speaks, her voice is breathy. “Please, Derek. Please fuck me.”

I groan as I thrust into her. “God, Ava. No one begs like you do.”

There is nothing in the world like having Ava Calligan beg for my cock. Even though she has already come. Even if she doesn’t need me for anything else. She wants me for this. She needs me for this. I drive into her again and she cries out. Her nails rake down my back. I’m certain they leave marks. I bend my head as I continue to pound into her, biting and sucking on the side of one soft breast, leaving my own mark. Then I switch to the other side, creating another hickey.

Our fucking is frenzied, my thrusts a barely controlled rhythm. I can’t get enough of her and the way she’s pulling on me with her hands and legs, meeting my hips with her own, tells me she feels the same.

She arches beneath me, her cry sharpening as her orgasm builds. Her muscles begin that flutter again. My own orgasm is chasing me, tingling at the base of my spine, but I hold back. I reach between us, my thumb resting gently on her clit, rubbing it in slow circles the way I remember she liked. She shatters under my touch, screaming as her pussy tightens around my cock, forcing my orgasm to follow hers almost immediately. I come with a shout, my body going rigid as I empty into her.

I collapse beside her, pulling out of her heat with a twinge of regret at having to leave her. I remove the condom and get up, going to the bathroom to chuck it away. I spend an extra moment washing my hands and taking my contacts out before returning to where she’s still laying, unmoving, on my bed. Her breath has evened out, and I’m not sure if she’s awake or asleep. I pull the blankets up and slide in next to her. She curls toward me and my fingers drift over her as I hold her close.

I skim over the marks I created on the side of her perfect breast. When we were together before, I used to do this all the time. I’d wanted to mark her, to have an outward sign that she belonged to me. She hadn’t wanted anything where her mom would be able to see, so I would leave hickeys all over her chest, sometimes on the soft skin of her thighs.

I tuck a strand of hair away from her face behind her ear. She looks so peaceful, eyes closed in sleep, curled up against me, two orgasms later.

I remember my sister’s question the other day. Do you want her back? When I’d answered, I hadn’t been sure. I am now. I want her in my bed and in my life. However she’ll let me have her.