Last Chance (Mojito & Raivh)

Staring at her as she moved on hands and knees to the edge of the bed, he cursed again, licking his lips and tearing his eyes from her. When she spoke, his attention shot back to her, brow furrowed as if he didn’t comprehend what she was saying, why she was saying it. He didn’t know why he’d done what he did, though. Maybe she was just reacting. Regardless, and despite how weak her position on the matter was, when she uttered her final three words, the deal was essentially sealed. Eyes locked with hers, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest to her, and stepped up to the side of the bed. Looking into her eyes, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“Alright.” The pounding of his heart continued, but any indecision or nervousness had departed from him. Tipping her chin up, turning her mouth up to his, he exhaled, running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips before claiming them in a brief, but passionate kiss. He pulled away, taking a step back, green eyes fixated on her as he moved toward the door. “I’ll be right back.” Providing her with one last, lopsided grin, he vanished from the room and ran down the hall.

His foot caught on a rug as he jogged, sending him crashing to the floor and sliding into the kitchen cabinets as he had while his mother had been cooking dinner. “I’m alright!” he hollered, scrambling to his feet. Yanking open the door that led into the garage, he went quickly to his van and pulled open the back hatch. It hit the ceiling, but he didn’t care. Scrounging around in a black backpack, he found what he was looking for, and within seconds of slamming the hatch shut was walking back to his bedroom.

“Sorry,” he breathed, tossing the foil-wrapped package on the bed. Kicking out of his sweats, barely casting her a glance, he planted his foot in the wrong place at the wrong time. For the third time that night, he collided with the floor. This time he didn’t bother to get up, just rolled over, cursing under his breath as he shoved the sweats away. His eyes flitted to her countenance and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” Grinning, he rolled forward and to his feet. The open door stole his attention away, and he wandered over to shut it before turning to face her. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a pair of pants off when all you can think about is the girl in your bed?”

Her heart kicked into overdrive for the umpteenth time that night. She released a breath of air that sounded like it was held forever. "Oh thank goodness..." she sighed as she sat herself on the edge of the bed. A small laugh escaped her lips as she heard his tumble through the house and the sound of his voice. There he was again, making her smile when she needed it most. Her mind harbored no regrets to what her final decision was. Her smile grew, if possible, wide as he huffed and puffed his way back into the room. Her eyes followed the prize of his little adventure and laughed until she bit back what else threatened to spill forth from her lips.

"Bryce...you are such a klutz." She laughed he wrestled with his clothes, as though he couldn't get out of them any faster. "No, I can't say I have experience in that department. Funny since I'm sure you have way more experience with sex than I do." Her comfort crept caught up until he stood before in his current form. His stone like elongated flesh hot with his desires. For a moment she had caught herself staring at the final outcome of his long awaited passion before she stood up at the very edge of the bed. "Let's see if I can do this without hurting myself like Bryce does." She chanted mockingly with a smile as she slid her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

She untied the front of his shorts and they dropped to a pool of fabric at her feet. Ava licked her lips as she wiggled out of her panties, and they too joined the pool of fabric at her feet. She'd be lying is she didn't admit she was a little nervous. While always well groomed, she was always self conscious about her figure. Without taking another look at him she turned and crawled back on the middle of the bed where she sat with her legs at her side. "Care to try making it over here without hurting yourself?" Her butterflies had subsided as she have him a smart ass smile.

She was watching him, studying him. He remained still for her scrutiny, and when she spoke, he arched a brow. She was mocking him, but he failed to come up with a retort. His green eyes followed her hands as they moved down to pull her shirt over her head. Clenching his jaw, he felt the throbbing rod between his legs jump against the fabric of his boxers. Mouth dry, he muttered curses under his breath when her shorts fell away, revealing her legs and the black lace panties she wore. When she wriggled out of those, he nearly lost his head.

“Shit, Ava,” he breathed, shooting his gaze to hers and then back down to the dark curls between her legs, which disappeared when she turned away from him. One article of clothing remained on each of them, and he had every intention of ridding them of both. He didn’t need a second invitation to cross the room to where she sat on the bed. Sitting in front of her, he reached around her back, skilled fingers seeking to undo the clasp of her bra. When he succeeded, he dropped it over the side of the bed, green eyes immediately drawn to her pert nipples.

His stare jumped to her face, and he leaned in to give her a quick kiss. “You’re beautiful,” he stated, weighing one of her round breasts in the palm of his hand. Rolling the nipple of that breast between his thumb and forefinger, he traced her clavicle before letting his hand fall away. He felt around on the mattress, searching for the foil package. Finding it, he set it aside, just wanting to know where it was before either of them lost control of their decided situation.

Closing a hand around her right breast, he bent over her and drew her soft flesh into his mouth, sucking and licking around her nipple before he went to tease it directly. His teeth clamped gently around the pebble-hard point, and he lashed his tongue out, massaging her opposite globe with his free hand.

She swallowed what words she had left after her bra join all other miscellaneous items on the floor. Her hands planted in the surface of the sheets. Nails clutching at the linens. She took a deep breath at his touch. Her emerald eyes slowly closed and her head leaned back. "Damn it Bryce." The words were whispered in a deep and unbelievable sigh. The fingers of her left hand rested upon his leg and slowly glided up his thigh. The sound of her uneven and jagged breathing filled the room. An unexpected little whimper escaped her soft lips. A noise he had never coaxed from her lips before and it wouldn't be the last.

Her backed arched in a silent plea. The rough drag of his tongue was so painfully exquisite, she drew in a gasping breath. "You are as wicked in bed as you are in everyday life." The playing field was far from even. Her world slowly began to careen crazily beneath the savage urgency of the wild emotions that claimed her. One hand now resting at the nape of his neck. The nails of her fingers gently grazing his neck as she slowly closed her hand. "Bryce....those boxers...have to go." She panted slowly. Her deep green eyes watching his hands and mouth worked their magic on her body. Ava had had an orgasm from just breast play...once. At this rate he would be duplicating that rare moment without even trying.

A large Cheshire grin plastered itself over his features when he heard her whimpering, gasping, calling him out verbally for his skills. Feeling her hand at the back of his neck, her scraping fingernails sending electric shocks up and down his spine, he left his hands at her breasts and slid his mouth up to her throat. He grunted, barely nodding his understanding that she wanted his boxers off.

“In a minute,” he mumbled against her skin, pinching her nipples and holding. With a deep breath, he drank in her scent. “You always smell good.” He smiled and opened his mouth, letting his teeth graze over the tendon running the length of her slender neck. “Taste good, too.” Then he bit, gently, but with enough pressure to leave a temporary mark, as he gave her nipples a sharp twist. Slowly he kissed and licked his way up the side of her neck, blazing a path to the corner of her jaw, over her cheek, and to her lips. He kissed her, hands on her shoulders to urge her to lay back.

“Ava, are you going to miss me?” he asked in a low voice, forearms pressed to the bed, holding his weight off of her. His lower half was angled to the side; groin a short distance from her bare hip. “I’ll miss you.” Stroking a hand between her breasts, he slid it lower, over her ribs and stomach, before pressing it into the mattress at her side. He shifted, swinging one leg over her body, straddling her. He kissed her once on the lips, tongue penetrating deep as his hand, once again, snaked down her body. Parting her labia, he felt the moist, warm heat of her, and broke the kiss so his eyes could focus on her face. “You’re damn near wet enough to fill a pool.”

She closed her eyes at the feelings slowly consuming her. It felt like liquid fire was rushing through her veins! Her breath hitched itself in her throat, making her feel as though she were drowning. As she trailed kisses upon some of the most sensitive areas of her skin, wandering hands slithered up his bare torso to rest upon the muscles of his chest. Any protest she may have had was now drowned away with the wicked lips of the guy she always jested with. Those lips were a double edged sword. Obediently her legs shifted a bit and her back collided with the soft surface of the bed.

"Sex or no sex. Of course I'd miss you." It was crazy how clearly she could feel the pulse racing in her jugular. This wasn't her first time and yet Bryce's method was slow to the point of madness. One she had never encountered before. Her hips arched at his touch when he discovered the aftermath of his handy work up until the moment. "I blame you." She gave him a mischievous grin. "Bryce...I am so going to kill you if you don't stop taunting me."

She gazed into those green eyes, "How many girls have you tortured like this Bryce? I know we have a little less than a month less but...." The palms of her hands famed his face as she possessed those lips. Delving deep into the realm that was his mouth before parting lips to finish what he had started.

“You can blame me.” An ornery smile spread across his face, reflected by his green eyes that stared back at hers, watching the clouds of pleasure flood her emerald irises. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.” His hand was still as he examined her features, finding her appearance more than fascinating. She didn’t give him time to respond to her question, and he returned her kiss with a slow fervor. After a moment, he shifted, swinging a leg over her body so that he was straddling her, knees at her hips.

Pulling his lips from hers, he slid back, dragging his mouth down her body, teeth scraping gently over her flesh. When he reached her abdomen, he stopped. “A little less than a month left…but?” he asked, having worked his way between her legs. His forearms on either side of her, pressed against her hip, he dropped his head. Running his tongue over the curve of her belly, he looked up her body toward her face, chin resting gently below her navel.

“I’ve only done this once, and the girl hated it. Don’t freak out,” he murmured, pressing an affectionate kiss to her abdomen. Licking the length of her moist sex, his lips closed around her clit, and he drew the little bud into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he suckled it. Her flavor was rich, salty-sweet, but the richest cream of her arousal was further down, deeper inside of her. Lips at her heated core, his tongue pierced deep into her, lapping at her inner walls. A hand made its way up, thumb to her clit, pressing and circling over it, while his mouth worked at her.

He didn’t cease until he felt her peak, rippling around his tongue as a gush of warm fluid from deep within her shocked his taste buds and he groaned. Licking his lips when he rose, he stared down at her, quickly working his boxers down off his hips. “Do you want to help me get that on?” he asked, gesturing to the foil packet setting on the bed. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.” Grinning, he successfully freed his throbbing erection, the thick flesh riddled with veins, a droplet of precum already on the ruddy, flared head.

Ava gazed at him, stunned by the tenderness in his tone. A trail of kisses coursed over the hollow of her belly, initiating a daring rhythm that left her utterly weak. There was more. So much more. Her gaze held astonishment when his eyes speared her own as he casted his forewarning . "N-nevermind." He made her stutter. She couldn't think of a time that she had stuttered before and now she was kicking herself internally for it until he kissed her once again.

Her lips parted. Her mouth formed the word yes, but not the sound.No guy before him had the gall to do something like this for her. It was a long awaited fantasy. Ava couldn't speak. She couldn't even breath. It was bliss. Sheer bliss. His mouth was shockingly, brazenly intimate, his tongue a divinely erotic tont. A torrid, evocative rhythm that lashed and swirled and licked, until she thought she could bear no more.

She growled in a low hungry tone after his body tensed and began stripping off the final barrier that stood between the two. Her arms propped her up from behind as she snatched up the condom as a captive. Without thought, her fingertips tripped along the length of his shaft, circling the root of his swollen flesh, scaling the shape of him, clear to the arching tip and back again. And hard, so very hard, like marble, yet beneath the ridges of his skin she could feel him pulsing. Her lips dawned a devious grin as she licked the very helm of his member. Getting a hot and salty sample of his desire. Lubing up his throbbing manhood as she wrapped her lipd around the tip of his swollen flesh as a tease. Quickly she sat up and opened up the foil square, tossing it aside and leaning over for on more quick taste before sheathing him in the condom.

Shocked or not that she was pushing herself up and snatching the condom, he barely had time to sit back before her fingertips grazed down his erect member and closed around it. “Shit!” He groaned deep in his throat, feeling as though he was dying when she pumped his iron-hard length. Catching hold of her wrist, as if to force her hand away, he jerked his hand and head back when he felt her tongue against his engorged flesh. “Ava!” Air burst from his lungs and he fisted a handful of her ebony locks when her lips enveloped the head of his shaft. He was relieved when she finally rolled the condom down his excited arousal.

“Damn it,” he huffed, staring her in the eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed, but there wasn’t a flicker of anger in his green gaze, only lust and awe. Not once had he imagined she would taste him as she had. Lunging for her, he pinned her to the bed, growling and carrying on as he kissed her lips and face. After a few minutes he pulled away. He brushed the tip of his nose over hers, hands on either side of her face, examining her at great length. His throbbing erection was pressed against her inner thigh, and when he shifted it came in contact with the heat of her core.

No longer able to ignore nature, he sidled a few stray hairs from her face, positioned himself at her opening, and eased inside of her. His jaw tensed, and he flexed his buttocks to slide the last inch or so inside of her. He swallowed and rested his chest against hers. Her breasts were warm and soft, nipples scraping across his flesh as he slowly withdrew, only to drive back in. Silence settled between them for a long moment, and he watched her face as he began a slow, steady rhythm.

“Ava,” he huffed, holding himself inside of her and thrusting subtly, grinding his pelvic bone against her. The clasp of her body was tight. His breathing was ragged, his command strained. “I want you there when I get on that plane.”

His reaction to her little rouge moment was well worth it. It only fueled the flames of her fierce hunger. Bryce knocked the breath out of her when she was pinned to the surface of the bed once more. His musk flooded her senses. Hands gliding from his chest, over his shoulder and wrapping themselves around his neck. The simple contact of their heated flesh had a stunning effect : The erotic intimacy made Ava whimper as his lips left fire in their wake as they ventured across her creamy flesh. Ava shuddered convulsively as her hot, moist flesh sheathed him, for the added fullness only intensified her unbearable arousal. Then Ava began to move against him as she shared the urgent hunger slowly clambering inside her, and the spiraling, searing tension ignited in a firestorm.

She felt the need to close her eyes and her head gave full weigh to the pillow beneath it. The feels of her feet dug deep into the mattress as she angled her hips in a silent pea for more. Slowly she opened her eyes to take in every last feature of his face.

"Bryce..." The name left her lips in an unexpected moan rather than with the calmness she was looking for. The tension built up within her and threw her mind off of track for a moment as she arched her back and panted softly. Breasts pressed to his chest. "Why would I not be there?" Her voice was but a whisper of all she could muster.

His rhythm was slow, to the point of madness. Minutes felt like hours. How many times had she looked at those eyes in the past and never came close to feeling what she did now. He was hot, heavy, erotic, and just plain amazing in a completely different way. Like a woman too long denied, she whimpered feverishly and writhed beneath his body as her vision slowly faded and all thought along with it. Her breathing once uneven and jagged slowly returned to normal as her mind drifted back to reality.

A flash of a grin appeared on his features, satisfied with her breathless response. His movements were slow, his heartbeat fast and loud and pounding in his ears. Every ounce of blood rushed to his pulsating member lodged expertly between her legs. Green eyes locked on hers, he watched as her face and body tensed before she broke, quivering and whimpering desperately beneath him. The fluttering, pressured clamp of her body flung him into overdrive, and he persistently fought to plow past her clutching walls and nudge at her womb. As his engorged shaft began to expand, nearing his release, something at the back of his mind warned him to pull free before he finished.

He leaned down, claiming her mouth in a possessive kiss, a crease between his brows and sheen of sweat on his shoulders, back, and arms. With a groan, he broke away, shuddering with each jerky thrust and surge of hot seed that burst from him. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of her, face buried against her neck, relishing the soft feel of her body that was so different from his own. After a long moment, he lifted his head and looked her in the eyes.

Pushing his lips against hers, he gave her a series of soft kisses before a laugh forced grin onto his mouth. “That was different,” he murmured, forehead to forehead with her. Shifting, his limp shaft slid free of her inner chamber and he propped himself on one elbow beside her. His green gaze moved slowly over her, from her face down to the tip of her toes and back. Just her body was enough to make him want to make love to her again.

“I hate to do this.” Shaking his head, he leaned over and gave her one last kiss, before moving to the edge of the bed and sitting up. He glanced down and blanched at the broken condom. His facial features hardened, and he looked back over his shoulder at her, smiling. “We should get dressed, crack a window and get some sleep.” Licking his lips, he removed the condom and stuffed it into a plastic bag. With a deep breath in, he got to his feet to pull on his boxers.

After his sweats were on, he spoke, looking around for his shirt. “Ava, do you want to try dating before I leave?” Jaw clenched, he swallowed and bent to pick up his discarded shirt, only to toss it onto a box. He turned, facing her, expression serious. “I know you said ‘no strings attached,’ but I do love you. And I think I’d like to make my best friend, my girlfriend, if that’s alright with you.”

The expanding flesh sheathed within her body surged and Ava wrapped her arms around his body as he swallowed whatever cry may have tried to escaped her lips. The glistening sheen of sweat coating his back as she held on for the ride. Finger slid and gave way to gravity as her boneless feeling body lay limp upon the surface of the bed. Her body was in recovery mode. The smile upon her lip was wry with weariness. "Yeah, that was different. " The warm palm of her hand rested in the crook of his neck as she had no intentions of turning away his kisses.

She hated the thought of him leaving. Such wanton behavior was astounding. It started off like a one night stand and she thought it would stay that way. A weary laughed escaped her lips as he moved to the edge of the bed. She groaned at his obvious fact and raked her fingers through her hair and commanded her tired to sit up and scoot over to the edge of the bed and put her clothes back on. First she slipped on her panties, followed by the shorts that were underneath then and she turned to the tangle of sheets upon the bed and snatched up her bra. "I could actually pass out right now." She was about to slip her shirt on when he answered her fears. Her smile melted as her mind processed what he was saying.

"Bryce..." She threw him half a smile with a sigh of his name. "I would love to Bryce, but in less than a month...you'll be gone. Think about it. You're going to Europe for how long? Do you really want to do this now? " By the end of her last words she stood before him. Arms wrapped around his neck with a crazy ass hug. "You are so fucking lucky I love you." Her voice was strained with a hint of humor. Too much damaged done to her vocal cords in their little tumble. A damage that would heal in time.

The number one rule was already broken, why couldn't she spare another one. Don't date your best friend: FAILED. No long distance relationships: FAILED. Ava placed one more lingering kiss upon his lips with both palms of her hands resting upon his bare chest. As her lips parted from his she felt a low growl in her throat. "I would get out of here if I were you ... I think I'm growing less and less tired with you just standing here." Her body heaved one big sarcastic sigh as she wandered back over to the bed and threw her own shirt on and bent over the bed and fixed the sheets. The smell of sex hung in the air and she remembered the window. She continued to sit up in bed and watched Bryce, from head to toe.

The minute she said his name he knew he’d made a mistake, but the greater mistake had already been made minutes before then. His expression remained stoic as he listened to her speak, and when she twined her arms around his neck, his wound around her waist, holding her against him. He turned his head and kissed her temple before she turned her lips up to his and they kissed. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes since their first round, and already he could feel his member beginning to throb and grow erect. She wasn’t the only one procuring more energy with each passing minute. He let her go when she sighed and wandered back over to the bed, a greatly amused grin on his face.

“So is that a yes?” he asked, wandering over to her, after she’d pulled her shirt on and sat on the bed. Planting his hands on either side of her hips, he leaned down and nipped at her earlobe. “You’ll have to be direct.” The hunger grew in his eyes once more, and he pushed her back down on the bed gently. “I bet you sleep until noon tomorrow.” His words were muffled as he lowered his mouth to her stomach, kissing above her bellybutton as he inched her shirt up. A low rumble sounded in his chest as he blazed a path straight for the elastic band of her shorts. In one smooth motion, he pulled the fabric to her knees and placed his tongue against her clit, licking it once before bequeathing the bulbous nub with a kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured, working her shorts back up to her hips as he hovered over her once again. His green eyes were bright, naughty but affectionate. Kissing her once more on the lips, he slipped away and wandered over to the window to open it just a crack before crossing over to the light switch. The room went dark, and he cursed as he tripped over something in the hall on his way to the basement.

The following week he received a call from a member of his crew. The deadline for the shoot had been shortened, and so their flight had been adjusted to leave that Friday. He had only a day left.

Scrambling around his room, he grabbed his film equipment—tripod, camera, lights, gels, c47s—and put it in the back of his van. His next task was collecting any garbage, food, or dishes he’d hoarded up. When he picked up a plastic bag of trash nearest his bed, the broken condom from his night with Ava fell out.

“Bryce.” Bending down, Bryce snatched the item from the floor and tossed it back into the bag, before turning to face his mother.

“What?” he asked, eyes flitting everywhere except to her, checking for last minute tasks or objects he may have forgotten.

She shook her head. “Nothing.” Bryce furrowed his brow as he watched his mother leave the room, wondering why she’d interrupted him. Shrugging it off, he glanced down at the bag of garbage in his hands and tied it up before taking it outside to dispose of it and the evidence of his heated night with Ava.

Ava's smile grew lax. "Yes." She whispered softly as her eyes closed at the feeling of his lips touching the sensitive skin of her earlobe. A low growl sounded from her throat as she found herself laying back onto the surface of the bed. She bit her lower lip in a naughty nervous reaction at his blazing trail of kisses. Her back arched as he tasted the sweet honey that welcomed his tongue and the warm kiss. "I love you." Her words were uttered in a soft whisper.

She didn't move until Bryce made his usual exit to the basement after cracking the window. Bryce knew Ava like a book. She did sleep until noon.

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Ava stood over the marble island in the kitchen. The air was warm and thick with the scent of chocolate brownies. She was cutting the brownies and placing them in a tupperware when her father tried to swoop in and take a brownie only to have his hand smacked with a spatula. "Dad!!" She yelled slipping the white apron from around her neck and brushing off her grey long sleeved mid thigh length sweater dress. Brown knee high boots with a bit of heel, clicked upon the wooden floor of the kitchen. "These are for Mrs. Miller and Bryce, I made you the cookies you asked for ....so stick to them."

The tall and thin man grinned at his daughter. "Like you haven't eaten one of those brownies." Ava snapped the lid on the tupperware. "Actually I haven't had one. I just don't seem to have a craving for anything sweet as of lately." It was odd, but she didn't dwell on it. She walked over to the door with the brownies at hand and slipped her black jacket on as her dad stopped her for a moment. "Hey take this tape gun over there." Ava threw her father a lopsided smile and took the tool.

"Ooookay..." she said to no one in particular. She slipped her key and cell into her jacket pocket and left her home and began walking down the street until she knocked on the door with the tupperware balancing the tape gun on top of it.

Out in the garage, Bryce didn’t hear when Ava knocked on the door. His mother pulled aside the blinds, peeking out and smiling when she saw the young woman. “Bryce!” she hollered, wandering toward the door and pulling it open. “He’s in the garage, Ava. Are those for us?”

“I’m not anymore,” Bryce said, coming to stand beside his mother. Green eyes on Ava, he smiled and accepted the Tupperware container of brownies and the tape gun, giving the latter a strange look. “Thanks, Ava. Here, mom.” Passing the brownies to his mother, tape gun still in hand, he ushered Ava inside and shut the door. With a glance over his shoulder at his mom, he took Ava’s hand and led the way down the hall to his bedroom.

He closed the door behind them and caught her gaze, tossing the tape gun onto his bed. The entire room was empty, save for the bed, dresser, and a desk. “Hey, baby,” he teased, hands on her hips, and kissed the side of her neck. “Did you want to go somewhere tonight, instead of staying here, since I get on my plane tomorrow?”

Ava wore a warm smile as Mrs. Miller opened the front door. Her emerald eyes watched as Bryce crept up from behind his mother. Bryce took the tupperware out of her hand and grabbed her hand and Ava placed a kiss upon his mother's cheek. "My pleasure Mrs. Miller!" She giggled as she feigned being dragged against her will to his room. Her arms rested on his shoulders as he melted her senses with a kiss on the sensitive skin of her neck. She wore a warm sexy smile as she rattled her mind.

"It's your last day here, you should decide. That and I have a gift for you, but you aren't getting it until you're about to board the plane. I wanted to tell you now to torture you." She had a photo session she was very very proud of the day before yesterday with a friend who had gotten a scholarship for her photography. She had a few shots taken partial nude and fully dressed. Some in a nice variety of sexy lingerie and the others were in casually sexy clothes. Something to remember her by while he was off millions of miles away.

Her hands slid from his shoulders and rested upon the center of his chest. "Where are we eating tonight? I could cook you something, but my dad has been acting like a vulture in the kitchen. Those brownies almost didn't make it here." She stole a deep kiss from his lips and escaped from his arms and sat on the edge of the bed innocently.

“Alright.” Archin his eyebrows, he wound his arms around her waist, holding her tightly so that every curve of her body was fitted full length to the hard planes of his. He chuckled. “To torture me, huh?” His mind whirred with ideas of what she could possibly have gotten him that would be any sort of ‘torture,’ but came up with essentially nothing. Curiosity was alight in his green eyes, and he studied her face intently as she brought her arms down from his shoulders, smooth hands pressed lightly to his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong under her palms.

“Well, we cou—” She cut him off with a kiss, one that he returned generously. He released a guttural growl when she pulled away, watching her as she retreated and perched on the edge of the bed. A predatory glint shimmered in his green eyes as his jaw tensed, the muscles along his neck contracting when he swallowed.

Exhaling, a slanted and devious smile stretched across his face. “Sly little minx,” he murmured, casting a glance to the door. His weight shifted as he reached back, spinning the lock on his door. Ravenous hunger riddled his expression as he paced toward the bed, gaze pinned on her. He swooped down when he neared her, dropping to his knees and removing the boots she wore, before settling his hips comfortably between her thighs. His lips teased hers, barely touching, as he nestled the front of his sweats against the warm center between her legs.

Green eyes flitting over her face, devious grin in place, he brushed her dark hair aside and rocked his hips into hers, letting her feel the growing bulge resulting from her very close proximity. “I don’t think your father would approve of my appetite right now,” he said, smirking, as his hands found hers and pinned them to the mattress above her head. “It’s not exactly for a burger or a plate of pasta, and I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to look at a kitchen counter the same way ever again.” Keeping his mouth just out of reach, he blew a steady stream of air onto her lips, grinding against her slowly, agonizingly. A stifled groan caused him to stiffen, and he buried his face in the side of her neck, covering and drawing a portion of soft skin into his mouth. He released when he was satisfied with the mark he’d made.

“How about we just call in for a pizza and have those brownies you made for dessert,” he suggested as his gaze roved over her attire. He’d pushed the bottom half of her outfit up, revealing an ample amount of her thighs and a glimpse of her panties. He grinned, catching her eyes as well as her lips, the kiss a light peck. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you bake before. I’m not going to die, am I?”

Maintaining his hold on her hands with his left hand, his right slid down her side and back up, thumb brushing against the side of her left breast before cupping it. “I didn’t even check to see if they weren’t burnt.” Chuckling, he gave the soft mound a gentle squeeze before his hand dropped, sliding down and pushing up under her dress. With a kiss to the corner of her mouth, he pulled his head back, watching her, and slipped his hand into the front of her panties, fingers parting and teasing her outer folds.

A slanted, lax, and satisfied smile graced her lips. A hum sounded from deep within. Her hips arched forward in sync with a sexy little nibble of her lower lip out of hunger. The soft nipples upon her chest stiffened beneath the cotton of her red bra and her chest tightened with her hands held above her head. Slowly she groaned, "Bryce...you win." Her body shivered as his hot sweet breath abraded the sensitive skin of her body.

Bryce always knew he won when it came to torture. It was a trait she loved about her new boyfriend. The rhythm of her heart steadily inclined as he branded her neck. Green eyes hid behind closed eyelids and her head leaned to its side exposing more of her neck. Her heavy pulse vibrating in her jugular. Lips parted in a silent sigh.

Mesmerized eyes watched her captor test the limits of her body. "I don't mind eating in." Happily, almost desperately, her lips welcomed the brief kiss he bestowed. Ava feigned disgust as he mocked her brownies. Jaw dropping and eyes rolling accompanied by a feeble tug of her hands. "Continue to sully the idea of me cooking and you will be dead." A giggle vibrated from behind her lips following her hollow threat.

One could hear her inhale deeply as he taunted the moistness he caused between her legs. Involuntarily her hands jerked at the swift sensation that trembled through her body. Eyes hazy with hunger and lust and a craving that needed to be satisfied. "Bryce..." Like a woman too long denied, the whimper of his name carried her plea.

Staring down at her, observing the change in her eyes as hunger and lust overshadowed all else, Bryce grinned a grin of great satisfaction. “Ava,” he replied, voice low and gravelly, as the tip of his middle finger teased her moist entrance, feeling it flex responsively. “Just remember you started it.” Edging her panties down with his free hand, he slipped the length of his middle finger deep inside of her. It curled, and the calloused pad and tip scraped against sensitive tissue once, twice, before he freed his finger and licked the moisture from it.

“And I’ll finish it later.” His eyes found hers, and he slid over her body to press a kiss to her lips, tongue diving deep and rasping over hers. Pulling away, he sat down on the bed beside her. The erection in his pants was more than enough to attract attention, and his mother’s eyes were the last he wanted to catch when he walked from the room. “Give me a few minutes, and then we’ll go into the kitchen. I’d rather have you cook me something than order a pizza.”

A knock at the door caught his attention, and he glanced over at it. “What?” he called.

“I just wanted to let Ava know that her brownies are fantastic,” his mother said, her voice muffled on the other side of the door. “Are you two staying here, or going somewhere? Do I need to make anything for dinner?”

“No,” Bryce replied. “Ava volunteered.” Grinning, he looked over at Ava. “Better hope we don’t die of food poisoning tonight.”

Heaving breasts rose from a deep breath and a long soft sigh was soon to follow as his finger teased the erogenous zone inches within the walls of her sex. Her hands struggled as his finger withdrew and her moment of torment ceased. Ava released a muffled scream into her boyfriend's mouth as she was denied her release. "And if I don't want too?" Green eyes turned to look at the direction where the noise hand come from and a weary smile tugged on the left side of her lips at the compliment Mrs. Miller gave her.

Ava clenched her teeth and growled as she was openly recruited to the task of cooking dinner. "Thank you Mrs. Miller." She feigned a sweet and calm tone. "Bryce is going to be busy removing my size seven boot from his rear end, so I'd be more than happy to make dinner for us." She laughed softly as she sat up, stood up on the edge of the bed and fixed her panties and straightened out her dress.

"I hope you have one serious case of blue balls Bryce." She jested with half a grin on her face. Her fingers caressed the mark on her neck and she rolled her eyes at her tormentor. "I'll meet you in the kitchen, I have some poison to brew and I need to know what I'm working with. " One more peck was stolen from his lips before she swifty left the room and wandered into the kitchen. Her knee high socks sliding across the floor as she looked into the freezer and the fridge to she what she could concoct.

With an overly pleased grin pasted on his features, Bryce couldn’t help but stifle a low laugh at Ava’s reply to his mother. The glint in his eyes was a challenge, daring her to follow through with what he knew was a provoked threat because he hadn’t allowed her to climax. He watched her as she rose, feeling his arousal grow harder with each passing second she stood there, returning her panties to their rightful place and correcting her outfit.

He chuckled at her quip, but didn’t mention that his balls did, in fact, feel as heavy as two bricks and as tight as a stretched elastic band. It was an excruciating sensation, and what he wanted to do when she hopped down from the bed and strode over to the door was get up and haul her back into his bed, bring the simmering heat in his blood to a boil. He wanted her under him and incapable of cracking jokes, instead gasping for breath with him buried to the hilt inside of her. However, fifteen minutes later, he wandered from the room and into the kitchen. On the way, he passed by his mother, who was seated on the couch watching one of her programs.

Slipping his arms around Ava’s waist when his feet hit the tile floor behind her, he pressed his chest against her back and reveled in the heat of her smaller form. “So, what are you poisoning me with tonight?” he asked, lips pressed to the hollow behind her ear as a cheeky grin tweaked the corners of them.

“Well, what’s going on in here?” Bryce’s mother asked, eyebrows high on her forehead as she entered the kitchen and stopped where she stood, staring at the two of them. Her show had apparently gone on a commercial break. With a sigh, Bryce separated from Ava, relinquishing his hold on her and moving to the fridge. His mother’s gaze followed him, her eyebrows still quirked in curiosity. “Bryce, are you and Ava a thing now? This is news.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Bryce pulled open the refrigerator door and took out a gallon of milk. “Sort of.”

Fifteen minutes later Ava was more than ready to rip off her sweater dress before the stove top. The overhead fan was turned on low to wick away the moister from the food cooking beneath it. A wooden spoon stirred the contents of a shallow pan. The delicious and nerve tingling feeling of Bryce's body pressed to her sexually deprived own. Hands slithering around her hips and the hot ambrosial breath of his witticism landing on another sensitive region of her flesh.

At the sound of his mother's voice her lips pursed to keep herself from laughing at her boyfriend's half assed answer. Her eyes never left the contents of the pan. She took a chopping board with sliced green, yellow, and red peppers and slid them into the pan and placed a lid on top. "Ten minutes and dinner will be ready. I made something simple." The smell of the seasoned meat and the tenderizing peppers for the fajitas filling the kitchen.

Placing the wooden spoon aside, she walked to the side of the stove top and leaned her back against the counter-top. She too shrugged her shoulders after the question. Without a warning, she found herself stifling a yawn with the back of her hand as her cellphone rang. Green eyes looking at the i.d. and flipping the phone open. "Yes?" Her mom's voice seeped from the phone. "Uh...mom, if you left dad with those cookies I can almost guarantee you that they're gone, because I didn't touch one." A bright smile graced her lips as she grinned at her mother's false threat upon her father.

"No, I'll be having dinner at Bryce's....ugh yeah, she's right here...one sec." She looked at Mrs. Miller and slid in her direction and handed her the phone. "She wants to talk to you." Ava gave Bryce's mother a curious look. One brow higher than the other before she returned back to the food on the stove top while she listened to what the two women might be talking about.

Without even thinking she took a cookie sheet of layered tortillas out of the oven with an oven mitt. The assembly line was slowly being made as the sliced meat and peppers were put into a big bowl, followed by an assortment of condiments including sour cream, salsa, black beans, shredded lettuce, and shredded cheese. Each item placed in its own bowl with the warm tortilla's on a plate at the front of the line. "You can always avoid the poison by not eating my cooking." One corner of her lips rose at the jest as she washed her hands in the kitchen sink and dried them off.

“Good,” Bryce growled under his breath, a slanted smile parted on his lips as he shut the door. “I’m starving.” The delectably potent aroma of peppers and meat did almost as much to tease his sense of smell as Ava’s arousal had back in the bedroom. Shuffling over to a set of cabinets, he pulled out three glasses and placed them on the counter, filling each to the brim with milk. He picked up his and took a giant swig of it before returning the milk carton to the refrigerator.

“I thought so,” Bryce’s mother said, wearing a triumphant grin at her discovery. When the phone was passed her way, she accepted it and wandered a ways out of the kitchen, leaving the two younger adults to converse on their own. Bryce returned to Ava, hawking over her shoulder as she aligned a variety of ingredients on the counter. Already his mouth was watering at the succulent flavors waiting to be devoured. His brow furrowed when she suggested he avoid eating what she’d made, as if he thought she were insane.

Plucking the towel from her hands, he wrapped it around her eyes, blinding her as he stole a piece of browned meat from one of the bowls. He downed it almost without chewing. “Or I can just eat the poison now and die later,” he retorted mischievously, dropping his hold on the towel and revealing her eyes the moment his lips made contact with hers in a firm kiss. His lips parted and his tongue thrust into her mouth, sweeping possessively over hers, before he stepped away and snatched a second chunk of meat.

“Well, it looks like your mother and I are going out tonight, so you two have the run of the house,” Bryce’s mother sighed, returning to the kitchen. She passed the cell phone back to Ava and smiled. That same smile disappeared when she turned her gaze to Bryce, her expression turning flat and highly serious. “Keep your dick in your pants, son. I don’t care how many condoms you’ve got stuffed in your van.”

Snorting, Bryce waved her off, a hand sliding over Ava’s hip and pulling her closer as his mother sauntered out of the room, her purse already on her shoulder and car keys in hand. “I don’t know why she always assumes I’m the one with no self-control,” he muttered, unable to conceal his grin that denied he possessed anything close to restraint. Devious green eyes flashed to Ava as he grabbed up two tortillas and loaded them up. “You’re the one that wanted to draw attention to my bedroom so you could have an orgasm.” Chuckling, he turned with his plate in one hand and took his glass of milk with the other, draining another third of it in one gulp, before he headed to the living room.

“These fajitas taste good, not poison after all,” he mumbled around a mouthful, seated on the couch with the television remote in his left hand. He flipped through the channels and stopped when he found American Pie playing on screen. “Pie doesn't sound bad.” Leaning back against the couch, he shoved another large bite of food into his mouth and chewed, staring blankly at the screen.

Ava's lips parted in a big gasp and laugh combo as her vision was obscured by the damp towel she was using to dry her hands. Her clean hands braced herself at the edge of the counter-top as he turned down the offer of passing on her home cooked meal. The moment her eyes saw light, Bryce took swift and hard possession of her lips. Her tongue could taste the seasoning of her meat lining the roof of his mouth. She approved of the appetizer of his choice with a moan passing from her lips and into his own before he parted and stole another piece of meat.

The half formed smile on her lips dared him to do it again. Her smile grew lax when she heard Mrs. Miller telling them of her new arrangements with her parents. "Have fun tonight." She bit her lower lip to suppress the laugh that formed at the order Bryce received from his mother. The texture of her tongue moistened her lips at the feeling of his hand gliding over her hip and pulling her closer to his body. "You are such a horrible liar."

She grabbed a plate and loaded it with one thing after another and rolled it up securely. The plate balance on the palm of one hand as she grabbed the condensating glass of milk in the other. Ava followed suit and plopped herself on the other side of the sofa. The plate sitting on her lap as both hands handled the fajita and she took a bite out of the stuffed corn tortilla. Salsa dripping onto the surface of the plate. An easier arrangement was made as the plate sat on the arm of the sofa she now leaned on and the glass of milk sat on the side table with half of its contents missing.

She watched the familiar movie. Watching as guys pulled stupid stunts just to get laid. Fifteen minutes later, nothing but a dollop of sour cream and drizzled salsa remained on her plate. She emptied her glass and gathered both in each hand and walked off to the kitchen where she began washing off her dishes. Instincts in the kitchen kicked in and she gathered the condiments and placed them in the fridge back where they belonged. She had seen the movie several times so she wasn't missing anything.


She pulled a cookie sheet of brownies she had warming in the oven. The warm chocolate squares were placed on a plate one by one and brought into the living room after she turned off the oven. The smell of sweet decadent brownies wafting in a trail as she placed it on the center of the sofa. "Bon apetit." She sighed as she plopped back onto the sofa and continued watching the movie.

The idea of this being their last night seeped into her head. This would be a last time in a long time that she would get to relish in the feel of his talent before he left. The feeling of having her mind and body thrown asunder into another plateau of pleasure in his arms, at his touch. Green eyes watched the movie, but her insides were fidgety.

It didn’t take Bryce long to finish off his first fajita, and he was halfway through his second when Ava quietly rose to her feet. He paused in his chewing, green eyes homing in and gliding down her figure as she wandered away, into the kitchen. It was a minute later that he realized the lump in his throat was the bite he’d swallowed almost whole. He choked it down, the corners of his eyes watering. The concept that a woman could be the death of a man rang very true in his mind for a moment before he recovered.

When she returned, wielding a plateful of warmed brownies, Bryce shifted his attention from the television, to her, and then to the moist chocolate brownies on the plate between them. “Thanks,” he said, picking one out and disposing of it in three bites. After his third, he settled back against the couch, quite content with his meal and dessert. There was silence between them, the only sound in the room the chatter on screen. Headlights flashed in the living room window as he reached for the remote, muting the television without warning.

He turned his head and his eyes locked on her in the dim light streaming from the adjacent kitchen. The leather couch groaned as he stood up, shoulders back and spine straight as he came to tower before her and stared down into her green eyes. “Come here,” he commanded, reaching down and taking her hands, pulling her to her feet. His hands released hers when he had her off the couch, and firmly slid down her back, over her hips. He cupped her bottom through the dress she wore and pressed her forward, against his body.

“I always thought you were a hardass,” he murmured. The left corner of his mouth twitched into a crooked smile, and he gave her rear an experimental squeeze. His grin grew when he gave it a pat. “Guess I was wrong.” Lowering his face to hers, his breath whispered over her lips. “Why don’t we take a shower, hm?” He kissed her, just a light tease of his lips against hers. “Just a quick one.”