Fake dating the captain

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~Ava~

Riley finally crashed out next to me, her breathing going all slow and even, that little smile still on her face like she'd won some secret victory, and I just lay there staring at the ceiling for a minute, body buzzing from everything we'd done, the anger from Jax still simmering under my skin like hot coals, but now mixed with this weird satisfied ache, and I couldn't just stay put, no way, not with him downstairs probably acting all normal with Chloe like he hadn't ripped my heart out earlier.

I slipped out of bed quiet, Riley didn't even twitch, pulled my shirt back on, no bra because f**k it, and tiptoed to the door, heart pounding because if anyone caught me sneaking around like this it'd be a disaster, but I needed to see him, needed to make him hurt the way he made me hurt. Texted him quick from the hallway: guest room, now, secret spot, don't make me wait. Sent it, then deleted the thread like always, because paranoia was my new best friend.

He showed up fast, door creaking open, him slipping in looking all cocky at first, like he thought this was him winning, but the second he saw my face puffy eyes, messy hair, that pissed-off glare he froze. "Ava, what… " "Shut the door," I snapped, voice low but sharp, and he did, clicking the lock, turning back with that stupid half-smirk. "Miss me already?"

I laughed, but it was mean. "Miss you? You're a f*****g coward, Jax, a pathetic bastard who talks big when he's mad but can't even own up to wanting his stepsister while he's got a girlfriend downstairs." He stepped closer, eyes darkening, "Ava, come on… " "No, come on nothing," I cut him off, shoving his chest hard, making him stumble back against the wall. "You called me a slut, said I juggle men, said I glow like I just got f****d well guess what, asshole, I did, just not with you, and you hate it, don't you? Makes your d**k twitch thinking about it."

His breath hitched, and yeah, I saw it, the bulge in his pants growing fast, him shifting like he couldn't help it. "Stop," he muttered, but his voice cracked, not angry, more desperate. "You like this," I hissed, slapping him across the face, hard enough his head snapped sideways, red blooming instant. "You like me calling you names, hitting you, makes you hard, doesn't it, you sadistic p*****t?" Another slap, harder, and he groaned, hand going to his cheek but not pushing me away, eyes glassy. "Ava, f**k… "

I grabbed his belt, yanked it off in one rough pull, the leather snapping loud, and whipped it across his thigh, smack, then again, harder, "This is for calling me disgusting," smack, "for thinking you own me," smack, "for having Chloe and still wanting this." He hissed through his teeth, hips bucking forward, d**k straining obvious now, "s**t, Ava.. What… ." I laughed, cold, "Pathetic, look at you, getting off on being beaten by the girl you just insulted, what kind of freak are you?"

He dropped to his knees sudden, grabbing my hips, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so f*****g sorry, for everything, the words, the grabbing, I was jealous, pissed, I didn't mean… " "Sorry?" I yanked his hair back, forcing him to look up, "Beg properly, coward." Tears actually welled in his eyes, voice breaking, "Please, Ava, I need to c*m, I'm dying here, let me… please." I smirked, dropping down, undoing his pants fast, pulling him out, hard and leaking already. "Fine," I said, "but on my terms," and took him in my mouth, sucking hard, no teasing, deep right away, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make him yelp. "No biting," he cried, actual tears slipping, "Ava, please no… " but I did it again, light bite on the head, him bucking, sobbing, "f**k, stop, it hurts stop, no wait don't stop."

I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, hand pumping the base, him whimpering, "I'm gonna c*m… " but I pulled off right as he tensed, spit stringing, him whining loud, "No, Ava, don't…" "You don't get to c*m easily," I snapped, standing, shoving him back so he hit the bed, climbing on, straddling his chest, grabbing his hands, putting them around my throat, "Choke me, do it." He did, fingers tightening, eyes wide, "Like this?" "Harder," I gasped, grinding down on his stomach, then guiding one hand to my mouth, shoving two fingers in, sucking them sloppy, then down to my p***y, pushing them inside me, "f**k me with your fingers, asshole." He did, rough now, manhandling me like I wanted, three fingers pumping fast, thumb on my c**t, "God, Ava, you're so wet, so pissed, I love this version of you." "Shut up," I moaned, riding his hand, "you don't get to love anything about me right now."

We went at it hard, him fingering me deep while I rode, me slapping his face again, him groaning, "Yes, punish me…fuck…. Mama” and with that mama and his early morning voice, I came hard around his fingers, shaking, biting his shoulder to muffle the scream, then pushed him flat, going back down, sucking him again, taking him deep, gagging on purpose, "Ava, please let me c*m, I'll do anything… " I pulled off, climbed up, rubbing myself on his d**k but not letting him in, teasing the head against me, "No f*****g, you don't deserve it." "Please," he sobbed, hips jerking, "I'm gonna die, so hard it hurts… "

I laughed, satisfied, "Good, you can feel me I think," and I stood, fixing my clothes, wiping my mouth. "Avammmno, come back… " he begged, hand on himself, stroking . "Think about what you said," I snapped, heading for the door, "think about how you almost lost everything." He cried out, "I love you, okay? I f*****g love you… " but I slammed the door, heart racing, satisfied as hell because yeah, he was broken, just like he'd tried to break me.

Walking down the hall though, the high crashed fast, and my mind went straight to the professor, that calm intense way he looked at me, the way he didn't judge, just took, and f**k, I wanted him too, bad, worse than Jax maybe, because with him it wasn't angry, it was something deeper, safer, and the guilt hit like a truck, making my chest tight, tears pricking again because what the hell was I doing, playing with fire on every side.

Slipped back into my room, Riley still out cold, smiling in her sleep like nothing happened, and I crawled in beside her, curling up, whispering to myself, "You're a mess, Ava, total f*****g mess," but laughing quietly through the tears because yeah, I was, but damn if it didn't feel alive. Jax downstairs probably still hard and crying, professor in my head, Riley warm next to me chaos, all of it, but mine.

Morning came too fast, sun sneaking through curtains, Riley stirring, stretching, "Morning, trouble." I smirked, "Morning, perv." She laughed, pulling me close, "Last night was insane." "Yeah," I said, but mind drifting, "Jax is gonna be a wreck today." "Good," she said, kissing my neck, "he deserves it." "He does," I agreed, but the professor's face flashed again, that quiet smile, and I sighed, "But I can't stop thinking about him." "The prof?" she asked, propping up. "Yeah." "Then go get him too," she teased, but serious underneath, "you deserve whatever you want." "Even if it's messy?" "Especially if it's messy," she said, kissing me softly.

We got up eventually, me checking my phone no texts from Jax, probably sulking or hiding a b***r from Chloe and headed downstairs like nothing happened, me in sweats, Riley in yesterday's clothes, acting casual. Jax was in the kitchen, pouring coffee, eyes red like he hadn't slept, avoiding looking at me. "Morning," he muttered. "Morning, coward," I said sweet, pouring my own, bumping his hip on purpose. He flinched, d**k probably twitching again, "Ava.. " "Not now," I cut him, smiling at Chloe who bounced in, "Hey guys!" "Hey," we both said, me shooting Jax a look that said you're f****d later.

Jax cornered me later in the hall, voice low, "Ava, please, I can't take it, I'm still…. " "Hard?" I finished, smirking, "Good, stay that way." "I said sorry," he begged, eyes wet again. "Sorry isn't enough," I snapped, pushing past, but my hand lingered on his chest a second, feeling his heart race. "Later," I whispered, "maybe." He groaned, "You're killing me." "Good," I said, walking away, satisfied but aching, professor's face burning in my mind.