Page 143 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Her legs wrap around my waist without hesitation.

“You want to know how you can thank me?” I ask, moving us until she’s pinned against the wall.

She shakes her head, and I thrust against her, and just like I knew it would, her face softens for me.

“I don’t know.” I smirk. “I think you do.”

“What?” she mutters breathlessly.

“Take your shirt off.”

This time, she doesn’t hesitate and reaches between us for the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing it a few feet away. She doesn’t wait for further direction as she unhooks her bra and adds it to the pile.

I lean in, trailing kisses along her smooth skin. When I flick my tongue over her nipple, she leans her head back against the wall, and her eyes roll closed. A low hum escapes her mouth, and I grin, latching my lips around her beaded skin.

She drags her nails over my scalp, tugging on the strands, and I groan.

“I think I have a few ideas,” she mutters.

I release her nipple with a pop, and she sucks in a sharp breath. “What are they?”

She nods toward her bed, and I carry her with me, taking a seat on the edge. I’m waiting for her to finish undressing, expecting her to ride me like she did last night. Good God, I wasn’t prepared for what a wild ride it would be.

This girl is always full of surprises; she drops to her knees in front of me and runs her hand over the front of my pants.

“You don’t have to,” I mutter, but even she knows by the croak in my throat how badly I want to see her lips wrapped around my hard dick.

“I know, but trust me, I want to.”

Her tongue darts out and wets her lips, and all I can think about is picturing her doing the same to my cock.

She reaches for the zipper on the front of my jeans, and I squeeze my hands into a fist to resist touching her, letting her take the lead, except for when I stand to let her tug my pants to my ankles.

When she wraps her soft hand around my length and tightens her fist, testing it out before she leans in to flick her tongue over the tip, all coherent thoughts escape my mind.

I lean over and grip her chin. “I want you to do this because you want to, not because you think this is some way you need to thank me for helping you. You hear me? If that’s what this is about, then we can stop here.”

“Remember our conversation the other day when Beckham interrupted us?”

I nod, thinking about how heated that first conversation was.

“I wasn’t only thinking about how badly I wanted you to touch me, to taste me.” Her voice breaks. “I was thinking about what it would be like to pleasure you. To make you feel good.”

My finger traces along her lower lip before she sucks the tip into her mouth. My nostrils flare as I watch how she doesn’t take her eyes off me while she does.

She’s teasing me in a way only Ava could.

I slip my finger out of her mouth, and my voice is deep when I say, “Open your mouth, Ava, and keep your eyes on me.”

She stares up at me from beneath her lashes. I grip the base of my dick, and she swipes her tongue over the head, causing my breathing to grow erratic.

There’s a fire in her gaze when she notices how I react to her touch, and it seems to spur her on when she wraps her hand around mine and stretches her lips to take all of me.

Tears fill her eyes as she struggles to take me into her mouth. She chokes and gags, but it doesn’t deter her. If anything, she only picks up the pace, working to take more each time.

The sound of her stifled moans and the mascara mixed with her tears streaming down her face shouldn’t turn me on as much as they do, but fuck.

“I’m close, baby. If you want to stop, you need to pull off now.”

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