Her panties came down next, all collecting around her ankles and I spun her around, pushing her down by her back onto the seat of the bike. Ava’s bright red hair was splayed on her back, bright against the contrast of her pale smooth skin and I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the curves of her waist, the dip of her belly. She was presenting her ass to me, sticking it up in the air.
Now that I had given her permission to come, it seemed like she was eager to. Like she had waited for it all day. Just like I’d been waiting to sink my cock into her pussy all day.
I undid my pants and stroked my erect cock. Ready for her. With my fingers, I found the wetness of her pussy again. The sweet juicy folds of her hot core where my fingers went sliding in. Yeah, she was ready too.
I reached for her hair, bunching it up into my fist so that I had her head slightly craned back. I wanted to be gentler with her, but I couldn’t. I was hungry for her. I wanted all of her, even though I already had her.
I drove into her pussy, so hard that it made her go up on her toes and she released a slow deep moan.
“Don’t stop, Commando, please don’t stop,” she begged and I smiled. I had no intention of stopping. With one hand on her back, I had her breasts pinned down to the seat of my bike as I shoved myself into her again. Then I smacked her ass and she moaned and moved her hips in a circular motion. She liked it hard. Just the way I liked to give it to her.
I could feel her trembling. She wasn’t going to hold back this time. My hands released her and I found her hips. She looked gorgeous like that, her hourglass shaped bare back splayed on my bike, her red hair burning and bright on her pale skin, her breasts bouncing on the seat as I drove into her.
“Keep that ass in the air, princess,” I growled and smacked her ass again, pounding her with force as I felt myself hurling towards the edge. The imprint of my hand on her ass was bright for a moment, before it started disappearing into her skin. She was moaning, moving her hips, close to coming.
“Come for me, Ava, come for me baby,” I said and she let out a final scream and then her legs trembled. I could feel her body jerking and her juices oozing out around my cock. Her pussy had clenched, making it even tighter and harder for me to drive in. Ava was panting, her movements slowing down but she didn’t stop moaning with pleasure. I smiled, happy that she had come so quickly, and then I exploded.
I pulled my cock out, spilling on her milky white ass. I jerked my cock up and down till the last drop had trickled down on her back. She moved herself, pushing up against me, still panting.
When I was done, I stepped away from her abruptly. After the haze of my orgasm had passed, suddenly I felt like something was different. I had fucked her three times already. And still I wanted more. This wasn’t enough. I should have been satisfied by now.
Ava looked sideways, her luscious hair falling over her green eyes as she tried to catch my eye. The tattoo on her shoulder stirred as she moved her muscles and I stared at her bare back, my cum spilt all over her body.
What was happening to me? This was supposed to be a one time thing. Just to get it out of my system and sweep it under the rug before Dad or anyone else found out. And now I couldn’t stop looking at her, looking at how she moved her body, how she smiled. Since when did I care about making a woman smile? Since when did I care about how good my cock made her feel.
Ava turned around and bit down on her lip, completely unaware of the panic running through my head.
“Will you take me home now, Commando?” she said, in her soft sweet voice.
Chapter 20
Ava
There were pizza boxes strewn around us in Charity’s living room. The TV was on, playing Runaway Bride and I was in the middle of painting a bright pink polish on her toenails. She was sitting on the couch with her hands propped up, waiting for the nail polish to dry.
“So, he rides a noisy bike. What else can you tell me about him?” she was persistent. She’d looked out of the window when Commando dropped me outside the building, and I’d also left her a short voicemail the previous night to tell her I wouldn’t be crashing with them at Rocky’s place.
I looked up at Charity now, and saw her narrowing her eyes at me. I could sense that she was being protective. She had seen first hand what Blaine was capable of doing, and it was natural that she was worried about my choice of men.
“He’s actually nice,” I said, carefully painting a coat on her big toe. I could sense her burning gaze on me and I looked up at her again.
“What?” I said and Charity widened her eyes at me.
“He’s nice? He wears a leather jacket, has millions of tattoos and rides a dangerous death machine!”
“You saw all that in the middle of the night?” I retorted and she rolled her eyes at me. She wasn’t going to let my joke slide, she wanted all the details.
“You’re telling me this guy is nice?” she asked and I sighed and looked down at my handiwork. I decided to give her something more. She was my best friend, she was the only family I had. If I couldn’t be completely honest with her, then who else could I talk to?
“Yeah, he is. He was worried about Blaine hurting me and offered to give me a place to crash. And I thought I’d give you and Rocky some time alone,” I smiled at Charity, but she wasn’t smiling back.
“So, you crashed at his place…and what else?” she’d cocked up an eyebrow. Then reached for a cold slice of pepperoni pizza from a box next to her.
“And…” I began and she clapped a hand to her mouth, forgetting that her nail polish hadn’t fully dried yet.
“You slept with him!” she cried, with giddy excitement. I smiled, blushed and went back to painting her toes. Charity was assimilating her thoughts.
“Honey, you sure you know what you’re doing?” I heard her say, in a worried tone, and I looked up at her again. I wished I could explain to her just what Commando made me feel.