Page 61 of Lilies in Autumn

Ava:

Grey pounces on me. Literally launches himself across the bed and lands on top of me, catching himself on his forearms so that he doesn’t suffocate me. Before I can offer any comment on his Olympic jumping, Grey’s mouth descends, aiming straight for the pulse at my neck.

“Oh my God,” I gasp at the onslaught of his mouth.

“Not God, say my fucking name.” Grey’s lips travel from my neck to my shoulder, sucking and biting on skin that I never considered erogenous before. I moan, the sound echoing in the room. Grey’s mouth continues downward, stopping at the swell of my breast. He suctions his mouth to my nipple, drawing it in before opening wider and taking as much of my boob as he can.

It feels so good that I whimper when he releases me from his mouth.

“I told you to say my fucking name, vixen. Who makes you come?” He punctuates his question by reaching down to spread my legs, giving him access to my most sensitive area. He pushes the tip of his cock inside of me, stopping once the head disappears.

“Vixen, don’t make me ask again. Whose fucking pussy is this?” Grey pushes inside an inch more, his first piercing rubbing against the perimeter of my opening. I moan at the feel of the cool metal against my heated skin. “Who makes you come?” Another inch disappears, gifting me with one more piercing. I squirm, trying to gain more friction, seeking the pleasure I know he can give me.

He holds my hips down, stopping my movements. The control he’s exerting right now is as intoxicating as it is frustrating. His smirk makes me want to punch him in the face and then fuck the shit out of him. The order of that may vary.

“Fucking tell me, Ava.” He surges forward, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass with the move.

“Grey!” I scream, overwhelmed by the piercings and size of him inside of me. I lied to him when I told him I wasn’t sore. I am, but my need for him overrides rational thought.

“Fucking right, vixen. It’s me; I make you come. This pussy is mine.” He rises to his knees, grabbing my hips and lifting them off the bed to change the angle. “This tight fucking cunt is going to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me, and you’re going to take it like a good girl.” He moves me on his cock, making sure each pass rubs against my clit. He’s so attuned to my body and the friction that I crave, the pressure that I need to come.

Just like earlier this evening, I feel the tingles start to spread from my spine. Grey must feel me clenching because he pulls out and throws his body on the bed. Grabbing me, he lifts me on top of him, my center aligned with his pierced cock. “Ride me, baby. Let me see those tits bounce while you ride my cock.”

I’ve never taken control before; with Grey being my only partner, and his dominant personality in all things, the only experiences I’ve had are with him guiding my body toward pleasure. I can’t say that I’m not excited.

Shifting my hips, I sink down on him slowly, allowing both of us to feel every inch of him until he’s buried inside of me. Rocking forward, I move at a languid pace, exacting payback for his display moments earlier, despite Grey’s hands on my hips trying to move me faster. His answering groan ignites a fire inside of me. I get caught in the rhythm, the fullness of his cock, and the rub of his piercings setting off a frantic need.

I increase my speed and bend down to capture his mouth in a messy kiss. Fighting against his tongue, I change my motion, lifting off him just to drop back down. Over and over again, I repeat the movement, losing myself to the drag of his ladder against my inner walls.

“Fuck, Ava, just like that. Goddamn, bounce on that cock,” Grey grinds out. His filthy words set me off, throwing me into another intense orgasm. I clench around him and convulse as I pull every last ounce of pleasure.

“Your cunt feels so fucking good, vixen. I’m going to fill this pussy up, baby.” Grey lifts his hips and surges upwards, burying himself even deeper inside me. I feel him twitch with his release, the warmth spreading throughout my core. I shudder, overcome with our shared release and the sparks consuming my body.

“Fuck, Ava.” Grey thrusts twice more before dropping his hips back down and pulling me into his arms. He’s still inside me, large and thick even when soft, almost like he’s making sure none of his cum drops from my womb. I know we’re young, and nowhere near the babies and children talk, but his obsession with coming inside me and making sure I keep every drop of him feels a hell of a lot like a breeding kink.

Like most things with him, I shouldn’t find it hot, but I do.

It’s Grey who breaks the silence. “Happy birthday, vixen. I fucking love you.”

“I—what?” Did I just hear him correctly? Or did he fuck me so well that I’m hallucinating?

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Grey:

Fuck. I didn’t mean to announce that shit tonight, not because it isn’t true, but because Ava isn’t ready to hear it. One look at her face and I can tell that she’s freaking out behind those big eyes.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.” That’s got to be the worst thing I could have said at this moment, second only to “I love you.”

“Fuck.”

She recoils like she’s been slapped. “So, you don’t mean it?” Ava questions, misreading the entire situation. She starts pulling away, but I tighten my hold on her and shift, pinning her beneath me and forcing her to stay put.

“No, vixen. It’s true, of course it’s fucking true. You should know by now that I don’t lie.” I kiss her lips lightly in an attempt to calm the pulse that’s pounding against my chest. “I love you, vixen. Jesus, I’m borderline obsessed with you and kidnapped your hot ass tonight. Isn’t that enough of a confirmation that I’m not lying?” She rolls her eyes in response, but I don’t miss the smile she’s trying to hide by biting her lower lip. My little tease.

“No, I meant that you’ll think it’s too soon because you panic about everything.” She stiffens beneath me, and I know that she’s dying to correct me. “Don’t start, Ava. You sent me a minute-long voice memo detailing how nervous you were to use the coffee machine in the student center.”

“Yeah, because I was freaking attacked by that cauldron of death in the student center!” she spits out.

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