Chapter 29

AVERY

"I want you too."

The words echoed between us in the small space. The windows were rolled up and he must have turned on the heat because the windows were starting to fog.

That seemed to be the final straw for him because a groan fell from his lips as he crushed his body to mine and his lips covered mine.

Hunger. There was no other word to describe the frevor with which he ate at my mouth. Like he had been keeping his desire bottled up inside him and now, he was finally letting them out. I have him just as good as he gave him.

I shoved my tongue against his lips, demanding entrance and he groaned as they slid open, allowing me entrance. Our tongues flicked together, tangling in a dance of who had the upper power.

I topped him and he topped me. No one was winning as far as we were concerned and that was okay with us. Shifting, I rearranged my position on his lap-which caused me to slide forward towards his erection which was pulsing against my thigh. He was so hard and so warm and so delicious big that I involuntarily rolled my hips.

He broke away from the kiss and a hiss fell from his lips, along with my name. "Avery."

I looked down at him. At his glazed over eyes, his swollen lips as a result of our kiss, his chest rising up and down in a fast rhythm, his hands. God. Those big, tanned hands on my skin had me going crazy all over again and before I knew it, I was shoving my hands into his hair-hair that had haunted me for a long time-and bringing his lips back to mine.

His tongue fucked my mouth in a sensual rhythm that had me clenching my legs. My core pulsed. Empty and aching and wanting to be filled. It drove me crazy.

I rode his thigh, grinding myself on his dick, desperate to alleviate the ache I was feeling. The ache I couldn't think past. He groaned into my mouth and that ricocheted my arousal to a higher degree.

I scraped my nails across his skull and a full body shiver went through him. He was so responsive. And he didn't try to hide how he was feeling. That was the major thing that fed my desire, those little sounds he made, the tremors that went through him, his eyes, and the man himself. I was going to have sex with him in his car and I didn't care.

His mouth left mine and he dragged his lips down the side of my neck, leaving little wet kisses that drove me insane. I think that was his mission. To drive me insane. To make me lose my mind completely until I couldn't think about anything else but him.

But did I mind one bit? Nope.

I almost jolted out of my body when I felt his tongue make contact with my neck. His lips, after assaulting my poor neck, trailed even downwards towards my breast. I was wearing a round neck T-Shirt. There was no way he was going to make contact with my skin with my shirt in the way.

Impatient, I drew back from him and tugged it off in a flash and I thought he was going to pass out. His wide, slightly deranged eyes took in my lacy black bra, and the flesh almost spilling out of it, and he groaned long and low, his eyes falling shut.

His reaction sent a fresh dose of wetness to my centre and had me grinding on him again. In truth, I didn't recognize this person. I didn't know who this wanton creature, that had taken possession of my body was.

I was never like this. I didn't even talk to guys for fucks sake. But all it took was one hot make out session with Cyrus and the wanton woman in me came out with a force. To be honest, I would never have guessed that I would be this bold. But then again, I had never been this deep in the throes of desire.

His fingers dug into my hips almost bruisingly and he looked like he was trying so hard to fight his desire. That was unacceptable. I didn't want him to fight it. I wanted him to be just as desperate, just as unhinged as I was in my need to have him.

My hands flew to his belt buckle as I struggled to undo it. I hadn't even started making progress when he stopped me with a firm hand on my small ones.

"What?" I whined. Actually whined. Like a kid. I was really discovering a lot of things about myself today.

"We can't..." He wanted to speak but he couldn't. How could he when he was busy leaving hickeys and bite marks on the top of my boobs? He seemed to find the strength to pull away to say, "If you touch me, I'm going to lose control."

"Newsflash, I'm already losing control." I snapped and tried to pull my hands away but he held me firmly while he returned back to his task of worshiping my breasts.

"You're not being fair." I moaned as he moved to a point just near my nipple. Why wouldn't he just kiss them already?

"Your body's not fair, love."

He called me love. My breath hitched. "I want to touch you."

That gave him pause. He lifted his head to look at me and I didn't know what he saw in my eyes but he suddenly let my hands go, but not before lifting them to his lips to drop a kiss. My heart melted.

I understood him. He probably didn't want to rush me-he probably felt like he was-and that was why he didn't want me to touch him because he would definitely react. Men weren't like women. They couldn't control themselves the way women could-which was why I wasn't sure I counted as a woman right now because I had no control to show of-so stopping himself midway would prove difficult for him.

I appreciated him. Slowly, I shoved my hands under his shirt and touched his skin. It was warm and hard. So hard that I dug my hand in just to check if the muscles would give. They didn't. I dragged my hands upwards, running my hands over every expanse of skin that I could find and I had my eyes on his all through.

He sucked in a sharp breath when my finger brushed his left nipple. I did it again to his right nipple and he shuddered. The power that this man made me feel was so heady. I could get drunk on it.

"Stop looking at me." The words came out on a groan and he pressed his eyes closed.

"I can't. You're beautiful." I wasn't aware I had said the words until I heard them. And I was surprised to hear my voice uttering them.

He opened his eyes again and seemed to be content with just staring at me. His eyes travelled from mine to my lips, neck, to my breasts-his eyes shone when he saw the marks he had made on them-and then lower to where I was grinding on him. If I continued, I was pretty sure that I was going to leave a wet spot on his jeans. The image that produced was so hot that my movements on him became faster, more forceful.

"You're going to be the death of me. " He murmured and then his hands slid to the nape of my neck and with the grip, he pulled me down on him and our lips became locked in another kiss.

This one was much dirtirer than the first, with tongue and teeth and everything. It was like he was trying to eat me whole. He sucked on my tongue and the pull went straight to my core so that it felt like he was sucking on it.

Finally, fucking finally, he pulled my bra down and my boobs popped out. My nipples were hard and waiting for his mouth.

"Fuck. So pretty."

He latched onto my nipple and started to suck on it. He placed his hands on my back to arch it even more so that he could suckle them better.

I moaned and ran my hands through his hair, my eyes sliding shut. Then I opened them almost immediately because I didn't want to miss a moment of what he was doing to my body. I wanted to watch.

When he saw me watching, he groaned long and low and the vibration against my nipple almost had me coming spontaneously.

I almost wanted to cry when my phone rang through the silence, causing us to fly apart. In fact, I was pretty sure that tears sprang to my eyes because Cyrus had to pull away as he tried to detect where the sound was coming from.

I picked up my phone and answered the call, still on Cyrus.

I cleared my throat because chances were, my voice was going to give what we had been doing away. "Hey."

Damn, my voice still came out scratchy. No way she wasn't going to figure out what we had been up to.

"Girl, it's been over half an hour. What are you.... Wait why do you sound like that?"

I opened my mouth to explain, to deny what I knew was an accusation, but only a squeak came out.

"You children have been sucking face, haven't you?" She cackled and there was no way Cyrus didn't hear her. My eyes darted to his and I saw him struggling to hold back his laugh.

Now the whole situation was funny.

I put my hands to Cyrus' lips as I said, "I'll be inside in a few." Then I hung up.

Cyrus nipped at my fingers and I yelped, pulling it back.

I went back to my sit, arranged my bra and doned my shirt. His eyes never left my body as I redressed.

"I hate that she interrupted us, but it was probably a good thing." He said when I was fully clothed.

"Yeah."

"So we-"

"I-"

We both said at the same time, paused then laughed.

"I mean everything I said, Avery. I want this. Us." He clarified.

"I do too." I said, seeing the honesty in his eyes.

"You'll be in touch?" I asked.

"Not being in touch isn't an option." He said with a small smile on his lips.

We exchanged contacts and before I left, I leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the lips, which soon escalated into a full one with tongue.

When we finally pulled away, the both of us were breathing hard. Fuck. I really really really didn't want to leave but I also knew that I had to. It was too soon.

"Goodnight." I whispered

"Get in safe."

And then I was out of his car and heading towards the dorms in a daze. I felt happy. Like truly happy.

It was until I reached my room that I realized that I had a smile on my face.