Dirty little secrets

19

Ava

Chloe glanced over, fork paused, "Ooh, message for you, Ava, want me to check? I'm right here." I waved it off, mouth full of bacon, "Yeah, sure, why not, probably spam or something." Riley's eyes snapped to the phone fast, wider than I'd seen, and she lunged across the table, snatching it before Chloe could touch, "Whoa, hold up, I'll get it." Chloe blinked, hand still out, "What? Riley, give it back, I was gonna…. " "No," Riley cut her off, voice sharp now, not playful, clutching the phone to her chest, "Ava doesn't like people touching her stuff, right Ava?" I frowned, confused, "Uh, it's fine, Riley, what's the big…. " But Chloe was already puffing up, face turning red, "Why are you being such a b***h about it? Can't I touch your bestie's phone? We're all friends here, right?" Bestie? That word from her mouth made me cringe inside, but Riley hissed, actually hiss like a cat, "Back off, Chloe, not everything's for you to poke at."

Chloe slammed her fork down, standing up, "Excuse me? What's your problem, Riley? You've been mean to me all morning, snatching s**t, making snide comments I'm sick of it! Ava, tell her to chill, it's just a phone." I stood too, hands up, "Whoa, guys, calm down, Riley, give it back, seriously, what's… " But Riley was already rounding the table, grabbing my arm, yanking me toward the house, "Come on, Ava, inside, now." Chloe yelled after us, "Riley! That's rude as hell, what the f**k?" "Mind your own, princess!" Riley shouted back, slamming the sliding door shut behind us, me stumbling along, heart pounding now because what the hell was that? "Riley, what the actual f**k? You just started a fight over nothing, Chloe was… i thought you liked her” She shoved the phone in my face, screen lit up, and there it was, a text from Jax: a d**k pic, hard and pathetic, with the caption "Still hurting for you, please Ava, can't take it anymore." My stomach dropped, face burning, "Oh s**t, oh f**k, he… "

"Yeah, he sent his sad little d**k, and Chloe almost saw it, you i***t, leaving your phone unlocked like that?" Riley whispered-yelled, cornering me against the kitchen counter, eyes blazing but a smirk tugging because of course she'd find this funny too. "Jesus, Riley, I didn't think… " "Clearly," she snapped, but then laughed, low and mean, "Your stepbro's got balls, I'll give him that, sending nudes while his girlfriend's right outside." I grabbed the phone, deleting the message fast, hands shaking, "f**k, that was close, if she'd seen… " "Yeah, boom, end of the world, Chloe exploding, Jax exposed as the perv he is." I groaned, leaning back, "Why is he so stupid? I told him to chill." Riley crossed her arms, grinning now, "Because he's whipped, Ava, you broke him, now he's desperate, it's kinda hilarious." "Hilarious? We almost got caught!" But I was laughing too, nervous bubbles, the chaos was absurd, Chloe out there probably fuming, thinking Riley's just a b***h for no reason.

"Go handle him," Riley said, shoving me toward the stairs, "Warn his ass, and maybe don't suck his d**k this time, huh?" I shot her a glare, "Shut up," but my feet were already moving, up the stairs two at a time, heart racing with that mix of anger and twisted excitement, because damn, seeing him wrecked again? Kinda thrilling. His door was cracked, and I pushed in without knocking, locking it behind me, and there he was, sprawled on his bed in boxers, phone in hand, looking up guilty as sin. "Ava…. " "You f*****g i***t! Moaning my name so loudly while jerking off" I hissed, marching over, grabbing his shirt, yanking him up, "You sent a d**k pic? With Chloe right downstairs? Riley had to snatch my phone because she saw it first, you almost blew everything!" His eyes went wide, face paling, "s**t, I didn't. I was just… I'm sorry, Ava, I couldn't help it, I've been hard all morning, thinking about last night, please…. "

"Sorry? Again with the sorry?" I shoved him back down, climbing on top, straddling his hips, feeling him twitch under me already, "You're gonna get us caught, Jax, and then what? Chloe dumps you, family drama, everyone hates us?" He groaned, hands on my thighs, "I know, f**k, I'm an i***t, but you left me like that, begging, I can't think straight." I slapped his chest, not hard but enough to make him wince, "Good, don't think, just stop being reckless, delete everything, no more texts like that." "Okay, okay," he whispered, eyes pleading, hips bucking up a little, "But Ava, please, touch me, just a little, I'm dying." I laughed, "Dying? Dramatic much? Fine, but quick, and you finish yourself, got it? I'm not doing all the work for your dumb ass." His breath hitched, nodding fast, "Anything, please."

I slid down, yanking his boxers off, him springing free, red and leaking, and yeah, part of me felt that rush, the power, but anger simmered too, making me rough. I took him in my mouth, no buildup, sucking hard, tongue flat against the underside, bobbing fast, him moaning loud, "f**k, Ava, yes.. " "Shut up," I pulled off to snap, then back down, teeth grazing just enough to make him yelp, "No noise, idiot." He bit his lip, hands in my hair, "Sorry, s**t, feels so good… " I went deeper, gagging a bit but pushing through, hand pumping what I couldn't take, twisting, and he was thrusting up, desperate, "I'm close, Ava, please don't stop this time… " But I did, pulling off right as he tensed, spit dripping, him whining, "No, f**k, why?" "Because you deserve it," I said, standing, wiping my mouth, "Jerk yourself off now, c*m if you can, but think about how close we came to disaster." He grabbed himself, stroking fast, eyes locked on me, "Ava, stay, watch at least… " "No," I snapped, heading for the door, but watching him like that, face twisted in need, hand flying, it hit me hard, this sad mix of pity and rage, because f**k, he was broken, tears in his eyes again, "Please, I love… " "Don't say it," I cut him off, unlocking the door, slipping out.

My heart was pounding as I headed down the hall, that taste still on my tongue, guilt crashing in because what the hell, I'd just blown him quick and dirty while Chloe was outside pissed, Riley covering for me, and then my phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling it out, and there it was a message from the professor: "Ava, saw your last paper draft. Impressive. Swing by office hours today? Got some thoughts." My stomach dropped hard, like a rock, butterflies exploding everywhere, chest tight, because oh God, his words, that calm invite, it wasn't angry or messy like Jax, it was something else, pulling me in deep, and I stopped dead, leaning against the wall, breathing ragged, f**k, I wanted to go, bad, but the mess downstairs waited, Chloe probably still mad, Riley smirking, Jax upstairs finishing himself off to thoughts of me, and tears pricked my eyes sudden, hot and stupid, because this was all too much, laughing through the chaos one second, wanting to cry the next.

I wiped my face quick, heading back down, Riley in the kitchen waiting, arms crossed, "Well? Did you kill him?" I forced a laugh, but it cracked, "Close, warned his ass, he's... handling it." She snorted, "Bet he is, perv." But then she saw my face, pulled me into a hug, "Hey, you okay?" "Yeah, no, f**k, Riley, the professor texted, wants to see me." Her eyes lit up, "Ooh, go get that daddy energy." "Shut up," I muttered, but hugged back tight, damn, the butterflies wouldn't stop, mixing with the guilt, making me dizzy. Outside, Chloe was clearing plates alone, looking sulky, and I stepped out, "Hey, Chloe, sorry about that, Riley's just... protective or whatever." She glanced up, still pissed, "Protective? She acted like I was gonna steal your phone, what the hell?" Riley followed, sighing dramatically, "Fine, sorry, Chloe, I overreacted, happy?" Chloe huffed, "Whatever, just don't be a d**k next time." We sat back down, tension thick but easing, me picking at cold eggs, mind racing to the professor, that pull stronger now, butterflies turning to knots