Dirty little secrets

Chapter6

~Ava~

Riley had finally returned to her parents after making up with them but today again she barged in at three-thirty with two iced coffees, a bag of Takis, her laptop under her arm, and the energy of someone who’d already decided we weren’t studying s**t.

“Move over, w***e,” she announced, kicking the door shut with her heel. “Your v****a has been in more drama than a Bravo reunion and I need the extended edition. Now.”

I was face-down in my pillow pretending the last seventy-two hours hadn’t happened. I groaned so loud it came out muffled.

She ripped the pillow off my head and smacked me with it. “Up. Talk. I brought caffeine and spicy chips. You’ll need both.”

I rolled over, snatched the iced coffee, took a long pull, and then just word-vomited everything.

Started with Elias and his evil foot under the table, how he made me read the Commerce Clause while basically fingering me with his shoe, how I almost cried when he left, how he told me not to touch myself or he’d know.

Riley’s eyes were saucers. “He said that? Out loud? Like a serial killer with a hard-on for the Constitution?”

“Verbatim.”

She whistled. “That man needs Jesus. Or prison. Or both.”

Then I got to the Jax part and I swear her jaw hit the mattress.

I told her how he walked in, took one look at me shaking like a chihuahua, offered to help like he was asking if I wanted fries with that, and then kissed me so hard I forgot how to blink. Told her how he ripped my panties clean off (she screamed), how he shoved three fingers in me without warning and curled them like he had a map, how I came so hard I saw the future.

And then I told her about his mouth.

I didn’t mean to go into detail. It just spilled out.

How he didn’t tease, just dove in like he was starving. How his tongue was flat and rough and perfect. How he sucked my c**t like he was mad at it. How he looked up at me while doing it with those stupid blue eyes and I came again so fast I almost blacked out.

When I finished the room was dead quiet except for Riley breathing like she’d run upstairs.

She finally spoke, voice hoarse. “You’re telling me your stepbrother, eats p***y like a lesbian with a PhD?”

I hid my face in my hands. “I’m never recovering from this. Ever.”

She flopped onto her back next to me, stared at the ceiling. “I need to speak to management. This is unfair distribution of talent.”

I snorted. “Get in line.”

She rolled toward me, propped on one elbow, eyes glinting. “I need a taste. Scientific reasons.”

I scooted away so fast I almost fell off the bed. “Absolutely not.”

“Come onnnn,” she whined, crawling after me. “Just one little kiss. I wanna know what flavor’s got a thirty-five-year-old married professor and a six-foot-two felony risk losing their entire minds.”

“Riley, no.”

“Riley, yes.”

She pounced.

One second I was trying to escape, next second she had me pinned, knees straddling my hips, hands on either side of my head. She leaned down slowly, giving me every chance to shove her off.

I didn’t.

Her lips brushed mine, soft, stupid soft, vanilla chapstick and the tiniest hint of Taki dust. I made this pathetic little noise in my throat and kissed her back before my brain caught up.

She smiled against my mouth, then licked into it, slow and filthy, sucking my bottom lip like she was trying to pull Jax’s taste straight off me. My hands went to her waist on autopilot, fingers slipping under her cropped hoodie.

We kissed like we were trying to win an argument. Tongues, teeth, little bites. She tasted like coffee and spice and every bad idea I’d ever had.

She pulled back an inch, breathing hard. “Last time this happens. Swear to God. We’re stopping after this. Never again.” I said

“Never again,” she agreed, already yanking her hoodie over her head.

She laughed into my mouth as the hoodie hit the floor. Then her hands were under my shirt, pushing my bra up, palms cupping my t**s, thumbs flicking my n*****s until I arched off the bed.

“f**k, I hate how perfect these are,” she muttered, squeezing. “So unfair.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

She did. Hard. Her mouth moved to my neck, sucking bruises I was definitely gonna regret tomorrow. I grabbed her ass with both hands, pulled her down so we were grinding slow.

She sat up suddenly, yanked her sports bra off, and Jesus Christ her boobs. I just stared.

“Stop drooling,” she said, smirking, then grabbed my hands and put them on her chest. “Massage. Now.”

I obeyed like a good little disaster.

She moaned when I squeezed, head tipping back, hips rolling against mine. She yanked me off and sucked my titties, her tongue was so soft and swirly I was going to moan out loud, “stop ..stop…this is too much.

“If me and Jax were both drowning,” she panted, “who would you save?”

I laughed so hard I almost bucked her off. “You both know how to swim, dumbass.”

She cracked up, forehead dropping to mine. “Touché, bitch.”

We were both wheezing, still half-naked, still grinding like idiots.

She kissed me again, softer this time, hands sliding down to grab my ass, kneading hard. “I’m serious though. Last time. We’re not doing this tomorrow.” I said

“Tomorrow’s off the table,” she lied, biting my shoulder.

“Or the day after.”

“Definitely not.”

“Or this weekend.”

“Never.”

We kept kissing, lazy and wet and ridiculous, trading lies like candy.

She rolled us so I was on top, hands still on her t**s, my thigh between hers. She rocked up against it and moaned into my mouth.

“God you’re soaked,” I muttered, feeling it through her jeans.

“Whose fault is that?” she shot back, nails digging into my ass. “Telling me your stepbrother tongue-f****d you into the next week like some porn fairy tale.”

I laughed again, dropped my forehead to her collarbone. “I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

We stayed like that forever, just making out like horny teenagers, hands everywhere, clothes half-on, half-off, whispering bullshit about how this was the final time while knowing damn well we were both full of it.

Eventually we slowed down, breaths evening out, lips swollen and shiny. She tucked my hair behind my ear, looked at me with that stupid soft face she only lets me see.

“I love you, you know,” she said quietly.

My chest did something painful. “I know,” I whispered back.

She smiled, small and real. “We’re so fucked.”

“Completely.”

She kissed my nose like a dork. “Good.”

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it, still straddling her.

Jax:

traffic’s a nightmare. parents still an hour out. you alive up there?

Riley read it over my shoulder and started cackling. “Tell him I said his tongue deserves a Nobel Prize.”

I elbowed her. “Shut up.”

She grabbed the phone, typed before I could stop her:

she’s alive. barely. also your mouth still 10/10 highly recommend

I snatched it back, horrified. “Riley!”

She was already rolling off the bed, grabbing her hoodie, still laughing. “Relax, I didn’t send it. Yet.”

I threw a pillow at her head. She caught it, blew me a kiss, and flopped back down beside me.