Dirty little secrets

30

~Ava~

I dashed out of that hotel room like my ass was on fire, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, as I was humming under my breath the whole way down the elevator, "I'm getting f****d tonight, I'm getting f****d tonight," like some dumb chant from a bad pop song, but f**k it, I was excited, okay?

After all that teasing bullshit from Calder, the edging that left me aching and grumpy as hell, he finally cracked and said yes, and now I was gonna make sure this was epic, the kind of night he'd jerk off to in his old man dreams for years. The wine from dinner was still buzzing in my veins, making everything feel a little fuzzy and warm, like I could float down the hall, but nah, I had s**t to do, Riley's voice in my head from that one drunk girls' night, "Girl, pineapple juice makes you taste like candy down there, and okra? Blend that slimy s**t up, drink it, it'll make you wet as f**k and smell fresh, trust me, guys go wild." So yeah, I hit the little market across the street from the hotel, grabbing a fresh pineapple and a bag of okra, plus a cheap razor and some lotion because why not go all out, shave everything smooth so he'd feel like he was sliding into silk.

Back in the lobby bathroom, because I didn't wanna do this in our room and ruin the surprise, I chugged that gross okra slurry I whipped up in a disposable cup from the coffee station, grimacing at the slimy texture sliding down my throat, thinking, great, now I'm gonna be juicy as a damn watermelon, and the pineapple chunks I scarfed down after tasted like heaven in comparison, sweet and tangy, making me giggle to myself in the mirror as I quickly shaved my legs, my bikini line, everything, smoothing lotion over my skin until I felt like a goddamn goddess. I slipped into the lacy black thong and matching bra I'd packed just in case, nothing too fancy, just simple and sexy, the kind that hugs your curves without screaming "trying too hard" and threw my dress back over it, checking my reflection, hair a bit messy from the day but in a hot way, eyes bright from the excitement and those happy tears that kept sneaking up on me.

Fuck, why was I tearing up again? In the elevator on the way back up, I leaned against the wall, wiping my eyes, thinking about how no guy had ever made me feel this wanted, this cared for not just horny, but like I mattered, like the whole day was about me melting into a puddle of goo from his sweetness. Happy tears, stupid happy tears, but they made me laugh through the sniffles, like, Ava, get your s**t together, you're about to get dicked down, not audition for a rom-com.

I burst back into the room maybe twenty minutes later felt like forever, but whatever and there he was, Calder, sprawled on the bed in just his boxers, looking all frustrated and hot, d**k tenting the fabric like it was pissed at me for leaving. "Took you long enough," he grumbled, sitting up, eyes raking over me like he could see right through my dress, and I smirked, kicking the door shut behind me, tossing my little shopping bag onto the chair.

"Oh, shut up, old man, you think prepping for the f**k of the century happens in five minutes? I had to grab some essentials don't worry, nothing that'll scare your ancient ass." I teased, sauntering over, feeling that buzz amp up, nervous energy mixing with the excitement, my stomach flipping like I was on a rollercoaster. He reached for me, pulling me onto his lap, and I straddled him, grinding just a little f**k, I could feel how hard he was already, but I wasn't diving in yet nah, I wanted to savor this.

He chuckled, hands on my hips, squeezing. "Essentials? Like what?"

I rolled my eyes, laughing, but then it bubbled out, the truth slipping because the wine or the day or whatever made me all emotional and s**t. "Nah, just... stuff to make it perfect. Pineapple, okra, Riley swears it makes everything down there taste like dessert and super wet, you know? I want you to remember this, like, forever."

My voice cracked a bit, and f**k, there were those tears again, stinging my eyes as I admitted, "I was in the elevator, nervous as hell, excited, crying these dumb happy tears because... no one's ever made me feel this wanted, Calder. Like, actually wanted, not just for a quick fuck."

His face softened, that smirk fading into something real, tender, and he cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear that escaped. "Ava... s**t, baby, don't cry. Or do, if it's happy tears . But yeah, I want you literally all of you, not just this." He gestured vaguely at our bodies, but his voice got serious, pulling me closer. "Listen, before we... I gotta say, the age thing still bugs me. You're young, Gen Z firecracker, and I'm almost twice that, your prof, whatever. I don't want you waking up in a year thinking I took advantage, like I pushed you into this."

I shook my head fast, interrupting him, my hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing under my palms. "Stop, baby stop, just stop. You're not taking advantage of me, I chose this, okay? I've been begging for your d**k since forever, remember? The edging s**t hurt, yeah, left me frustrated and grumpy as f**k, but today? The breakfast, the notes, the massage, dinner you healed it all, made me feel like a queen. I want you, all of you, the teasing asshole and the sweet romantic. So shut up with the guilt and f**k me already."

He laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated through me, and pulled me in for a kiss, soft at first but turning hungry quick, his tongue sliding against mine, hands roaming up my back under my dress. "Okay, okay, you win. No more holding back."

We made out like that for what felt like ages, me grinding harder on his lap, feeling his c**k twitch through the thin fabric, my thong already soaked, that okra-pineapple combo or just the days of teasing had me dripping, wetter than I'd ever been. I tugged at his boxers, whining into his mouth, "Off, get these off," and he flipped us, me on my back, him hovering, stripping them down with a grin that was half cocky, half desperate.