SWNOVELS Break My Heart: Chapter 25
It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling into the parking lot of Ava’s building and cutting the engine. I glance at her, only to find her steady gaze already pinned to me. Even in the darkness, it feels like I could drown in her fathomless blue depths. She studies me, making me feel like she’s seeing way more than I’m comfortable with. More than what I project to the outside world. Even my teammates, who I consider more like brothers, don’t know the finer details of my life.
“Are you going to come up?”
I hesitate, turning the question over in my head.
I’ve never been the good guy.
But for her, that’s exactly who I want to be.
“Is that what you want?”
Her gaze drops to my mouth as she angles her body toward mine before pressing closer. The moment our lips brush, electricity hums through every cell of my being. It makes me feel more alive than anything else ever has.
Including hockey.
Nothing has ever been able to give me the same rush.
“Does that answer the question?”
I can’t resist the smirk that lifts my lips. “I think it does.”
With that, we exit my beat-up truck. As much as I’m dying to lay my hands on her, I remind myself to let her set the pace.
Those thoughts swirl through my head as we meet at the front of the vehicle before walking to the entrance of the building. Unable to stand the distance that separates us, I slip my arm around her waist and tug her close. I love the feel of her slender form pressed against me. The way we fit together perfectly.
It’s a jarring thought.
I don’t understand how this girl has come to mean so much to me in such a short period of time. It doesn’t make sense.
We step inside the elevator. As soon as the doors close, her arms tangle around my neck, and she draws my mouth to hers. There’s the stroke of tongues and the scrape of teeth. It’s like going from zero to sixty in two seconds flat. Need spirals through me, setting fire to everything in its path until I’m consumed by it.
By her.
She presses me against the wall as the car rises through the building.
When I can’t stand another second, I spin her around until I’m able to cage in her smaller body. As soon as my hand shoots out to slam the emergency stop button on the panel, the elevator jerks to a halt.
My mouth coasts over hers before sliding to her jawline and nipping the point of her chin. And then I’m moving along the delicate column of her throat. I lick the pulse that flutters beneath the fragile skin. My hands rise to cup her breasts, squeezing the rounded softness before pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take long before they stiffen right up. Unable to resist, I lean down and bite one and then the other until a moan escapes from her, and she’s shifting against me. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, as if to lock me in place.
It’s totally unnecessary.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with her, giving her as much pleasure as she’s willing to take.
I drop to my knees and stare up into her face.
Fuck, but she’s so beautiful with her hair mussed and cheeks flushed.
She looks wild and free.
I love it.
Love that I’ve been able to tease out this side of her.
I play with her breasts, all the while staring into her eyes. There’s something sexy about being on my knees in front of her. Our gazes hold as my fingers fall to the hem of her short dress before gathering up the material and lifting it until her light-blue panties come into view. The cotton is damp with arousal. I bury my nose against the V between her thighs and inhale until her scent floods me.
Fuck.
She smells so damn good.
I’m desperate for a taste of her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. Her voice is low and husky, vibrating with need.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” I nip at her mound before drawing away. “Hold your dress up for me, baby girl.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her fingers grip the silky material.
“Higher.”
Her breath catches as she lifts it to her belly button.
“Perfect.” My thumbs slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties before slowly drawing the cotton down her slender hips and thighs, revealing a shaved pussy in the process.
But that’s not the reason why my breath gets lodged at the back of my throat.
My attention is riveted on the tiny glint of silver just visible between her pretty pink lips.
I drag my gaze upward to meet hers. “You have a piercing?”
Her teeth scrape across her lower lip. “Yeah.”
A mixture of emotions crashes through me. “When did you do this?”
“A few months ago. I was hoping it would help.”
“Has it?”
She shrugs.
“Have you been with anyone since you got it?”
“No.”
Even though it wouldn’t matter, I’m glad I get to be the first one to touch her, to play with it.
My gaze drops back to the piercing.
While I’ve contemplated one of my own, I’ve never been with a girl who had one. It’s just as sexy as I imagined it would be.
“Step out of the panties.”
She releases the fabric of her dress as she lifts one leg.
I give her mound a little tap. “Don’t let the material fall, baby. Nothing shields this pussy from my view. Understand?”
She lets out a whimper.
I tap her clit again. “That’s not an answer.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
I flick my gaze upward again. “Once I kiss this sweet little cunt, it belongs to me. Got it?”
She nods before tilting her hips. “I understand.”
Once her underwear has been removed, I tuck the scrap of material into my pocket for safekeeping. Then I raise one leg over my shoulder so she’s opened nice and wide, and I’m able to get a better view of the silver circle that pierces the hood of her clit.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I mutter.
Unable to hold back, my tongue darts out to give her pussy a long lap. The taste of her honey explodes on my tastebuds, and it’s almost enough to make me dizzy.
One lick, and I’m addicted.
A moan escapes from her as she opens her legs wider.
My tongue dances around the piercing before gently sucking it into my mouth and tugging.
I keep my attention pinned to her face, not wanting to miss a single flicker of emotion.
“That feels so good.”
I release the piercing before licking her flesh and dipping my tongue inside the heat of her body. She’s so damn wet, and I’m greedy for her taste.
Just when her muscles tighten and her hips pick up tempo, I pull away, sitting back on my heels.
Her eyelids fly open. “Why did you stop?”
“Because there’s not enough time to take care of you properly.” I tilt my head. “The alarm is going off, and it won’t be long before someone comes to check it. I’d rather they not find us with my face buried between your legs.”
Her eyes widen, as if she just realized the sharp bell is still trilling.
With one final kiss against her soaked flesh, I rise to my feet. My gaze settles on the V between her thighs. As much as I love staring at her…
“Cover up that sweet little pussy. I’m the only one who gets to see it.”
She releases the material, and the hem of the dress settles around her thighs. “I was so close.”
I brush my mouth across hers. “Don’t worry, Tink. I’m going to give you all the orgasms you want.”
Hope sparks in her eyes. “Promise?”
My lips drift over hers for a second time. “Absolutely.”
When she opens for me, my tongue slips inside to tangle with hers. Without breaking contact, I slap my palm against the button, and the elevator jerks into motion.
I pull away just enough to whisper, “Do you taste yourself on me?”
“Yes.”
“Just so you know, I’m going to want more of that. Every chance I get, I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re crying, sobbing for relief.”
As soon as the elevator doors open on the fourth floor, I sweep her into my arms and carry her down the hallway until we arrive at her apartment door. Her fingers tremble as she reaches into her purse to take out her keys. After a few fumbles with the lock, I snag the ring from her hand and insert the key before twisting the handle.
I carry her inside and close the door behind me.
“Are you still good with this?”
“Does it seem like I’m not?”
“No, but I just want to make sure. I promised you slow. This isn’t exactly it.”
“This pace seems perfect for us, don’t you think?”
That’s the crazy thing. “I do.”
“And I appreciate you checking in and making sure I’m good.” Our gazes cling. “Even though we haven’t known each other long, I feel safe with you. You’re the first person I’ve been with who’s listened and really heard me. I feel like I can be honest, and you won’t judge me.”
“I would never do that.” She drops her purse on the table as I carry her to the bedroom. “I know what it’s like to be judged, and I’d never want to make anyone feel like that. Especially someone I care about.”
Surprise flashes across her features as she searches my expression for the truth. “You care about me?”
“Yeah, I do. Like you said, it hasn’t been all that long, but I can’t deny what I feel. And I don’t want to play games. Not with you.”
Her eyes soften as her hand rises to cup my cheek. “It’s the same for me. Whatever this is between us, I want it to be straightforward. After all the head games in my past, that’s what I need most.”
“I get where you’re coming from. And that’s exactly what you’ll get from me.”
It’s only when we reach her bedroom that I set her down gently on her feet. Her body slides against mine, igniting all those sparks of arousal that had flared to life earlier at the club and then in the elevator before our conversation turned serious.
“I want you to stay here tonight,” she whispers, her warm breath feathering against my lips. “I want you to finish what you started.”
One side of my mouth rises in a smirk before I press my lips against hers. “I think that can be arranged.”
“I would be disappointed if it couldn’t.”
“I’d probably go home and beat off. A few times.”
Her lips tremble with a smile. “Now that, I would like to see.”
It’s tempting to tell her about my side hustle, but I decide to save that for another time.
Tonight is about Ava.
Giving her all the pleasure she can take.
I need her to understand that she’s not broken. Or some kind of deviant. She can enjoy what she craves without judgment.
I press one last kiss against her lips before murmuring, “Turn around.”
Instead of questioning the directive, she spins in a semi-circle until the long line of her spine faces me.
“Hold up your hair, baby girl.”
She gathers up the long strands of blonde hair in her hands as I tug the zipper down until the black material gapes open, revealing the creamy expanse of her back.
I didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing a bra.
With a glance over her shoulder, she meets my gaze before allowing her hair to spill from her fingers down her back in a golden waterfall. Then she shrugs out of the dress. The material slips down her slender body before puddling around her feet until she’s in nothing but heels.
Fuck.
This girl is gorgeous.
I could soak in the sight of her for hours.
And maybe someday, I will. But not tonight.
My gaze slides down the length of her before settling on her ass. It’s perfectly heart shaped. She’s tight and muscular from hours spent on the ice.
The sight of her has my cock stiffening up even more, until it’s borderline painful.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I close the distance between us before dropping to my knees. My palms settle on each ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh and massaging it with my hands. Her ass is like a juicy peach, and I just want to take a bite of it.
Actually, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
My teeth sink into the muscle before sucking at the skin. I want to mark this girl as my own.
Possessiveness rushes through me. I want every dude on this campus to understand that Ava Philips belongs to me.
It’s not an emotion that’s ever coursed through me before.
I’ve never liked anyone enough to claim them.
But that’s exactly how I feel about her.
Whether she realizes it or not, she’s mine now, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy. To fulfill her needs. Including the secret ones she’s too ashamed to admit out loud.
I’ll give her as much pleasure as she can withstand.
And then I’ll ply her with more until she’s drunk with it.
I haven’t even been inside this girl and already I feel this territorial. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when the heat of her body is wrapped around my dick like a glove.
“You’re way too perfect,” I murmur. “You know what you’re going to do now?”
“No.”
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs nice and wide so I can see every pink inch. Then I’m going to make a fucking meal of you because the taste I had in the elevator wasn’t nearly enough to satiate me.”
Her breath catches.
When she doesn’t move, I smack her ass. “Now.”
With a yelp, she jumps and kicks off her heels before scrambling to do my bidding.
I stifle a groan as she climbs onto the bed and her little rosebud winks at me. The fact that she admitted to wanting to try anal is enough to make me come all over myself. There’s something different about being buried in a woman’s tight ass rather than her pussy. Something so submissive and intimate about it. As much as I’d love to indulge in that tonight, it’s not going to happen.
Maybe things are progressing faster than anticipated, but I’m not going to rush her. Ava is the one who sets the pace, and when she’s ready for that kind of intimacy, she’ll let me know.
Once she’s reclined against the pillows, her gaze fastens to mine as her thighs fall open until they’re touching the mattress, and I’m reminded of just how flexible she is.
“Damn, baby.”
As hungry as I am to get my hands and mouth on her, I just want to take a moment and soak in the sight of her stretched out on the bed naked, waiting for me with her legs spread wide. My gaze drops to her pussy. It’s already swollen and glistening from our earlier foreplay.
My mouth waters for a taste.
The silver that glints from between her lips is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. No matter how long I live, it’s a mental snapshot I’ll never forget.
“When you masturbate, do you play with your titties?”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she gives her head a quick shake.
“Why not?” I know how good it feels when I stroke my hands over my own chest. I imagine it would feel the same for her.
“I don’t know. I guess I never thought about it.”
I swallow up the space between us before settling on the edge of the bed near her outstretched legs. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out and stroke my hands over her center or bury my face between her legs and lap up the honey that glistens on her flesh.
“Maybe that’s part of the problem. You need to touch yourself and get into the mood. What are you? A seventeen-year-old dude going straight for the goods?”
She snorts out a laugh. “I guess so.”
“I want you to touch your breasts.”
Her hands rise to cup the soft swells.
“Now squeeze them. Massage them.”
Her expression relaxes, and I can tell she’s enjoying it. As much as I want to be the one touching her, it’s more important that she’s able to do it for herself.
She should be able to pleasure her own body any damn time she wants or needs. She shouldn’t have to wait for someone else to do it. Or worse, ask someone only to have them judge her or not be able to get the job done properly.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.” Her eyelids feather closed. As much as I want her looking at me, I want her to get lost in her pleasure even more.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She tweaks the little buds between her thumb and forefinger.
“Now tug them.”
The whimper that slips free from her is like a straight shot to my dick. I’m throbbing. It’s tempting to take out my cock and stroke my hard length.
Instead, I keep my attention focused on her. “Tell me how your pussy feels.”
“Achy.”
“Good. I’m willing to bet it needs to be played with.”
With a groan, she shifts. One hand trails down her ribcage and belly before arriving at her spread legs.
Again, it takes effort to hold myself back.
“Do you play with the piercing when you touch yourself?”
“Yes, but it only gets me so far.” For the first time since we started, her brow furrows. “I can never quite get there.”
“It’s all right,” I soothe, not wanting her to stress. “Let’s test that theory. Keep massaging your breasts. Pinch your nipples. I bet they would look beautiful pierced.”
“I thought about it.”
That image has a groan rumbling up from deep in my chest.
“I want you to rub soft circles around your clit.” My gaze stays focused on the wetness that gathers on her lips as she plays with herself. Her back arches ever so slightly off the mattress. “Does that feel good?”
“It does.”
“Then keep doing it. Tug the piercing. Not too hard. Just enough to send waves of pleasure through you.” I give her time to play. “I want you to caress your lips. Back and forth. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”
Fuck.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to come.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
And that’s saying something.
All it does is make me realize how special this girl is.
And how much I want to make her mine.
She might not realize it, but I’m already formulating plans in my head. Plans that would probably freak the fuck out of her if she knew. But that’s all right… it can be my little secret.
I’m willing to bide my time.
For now.
I get lost in the movement of her fingers and all the cream she’s rubbing around.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” My voice comes out sounding as if it’s been roughed up by sandpaper. “Maybe I should check for myself.” My hand wraps around hers before I lean forward and bring the digits to my lips, sucking them into my mouth to savor.
“Delicious.” My tongue darts out to lick her fingers, not wanting to miss a single drop of her honey. “Do you think you can get there on your own or do you want help?”
Her brow furrows. “I need help.”
“Okay. Pretty sure you know I’m happy to assist.”
I twist and settle between her spread thighs before burying my face against the heat of her center and dragging my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit before flicking the silver piece of jewelry with tiny balls on each end. With a groan, her fingers tangle in my hair to hold me in place.
“Mmm, your pussy is drenched. You’re the one who did that, baby. You just need a little more practice, and you’ll be getting yourself off in no time.”
“I hope so.”
“You will be. Promise.”
I lick every inch of her. When her muscles tighten, I know she’s close. I keep my gaze locked on her face, wanting to see the moment she falls to pieces. When I draw the little ring into my mouth and suck it gently, she lifts her hips to press closer.
“Oh, Hayes…”
“Just let it happen, baby. You’re safe with me.”
My soft words are all it takes for her to shatter beneath my mouth.
She screams out her orgasm. It’s the best damn sound in the world, and means more than any other girl who’s ever cried out my name. I continue licking and sucking her shuddering flesh until her muscles loosen, and she sinks into the mattress, a boneless heap.
It’s only when she’s completely sated that I press my lips against her pussy one last time and then crawl up her body, stretching out on top of her before brushing my mouth against hers.
She searches my eyes. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve orgasmed, and that felt amazing.”
“No need to thank me. I loved helping you get there.”
A satisfied smile curves her lips, and I love that even more. It’s the first of its kind that I’ve seen from her, and in that moment, I know I’ll do whatever it takes in the future to put that look on her face.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“I’d be more than happy to return the favor.”
As tempting as it is, I shake my head. “Tonight was all about you, Tink. I’m going to take a raincheck.”
Her brows rise. “Really?’
“Yeah.” I glance at the clock. “In fact, I should probably get moving. I’m sure you need to get up early and be out the door for practice tomorrow morning. I don’t want you to miss your ice time.”
“What I really want is for you to stay.”
“Are you sure?”
Her arms tighten around my neck. “Positive.”
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
“Good.”
When I don’t move, she says, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you took off your clothes?”
“It has more to do with what you’re comfortable with.”
The corners of her lips quirk. “You just watched me masturbate—”
“And loved every minute of it.”
She chuckles. “And then you were all up in my business.”
“Have I mentioned how much I love being in your business and that I hope to do it again soon?”
“I liked it as well. That being said, I think you can take off your clothes.”
I press another kiss against her lips before rolling from the bed and coming to my feet. “Okay. You’ve convinced me.”
My gaze dips to her core, and I groan. “I’m gonna need you to cover that pretty little pussy, or I’ll be all up in your business for a second time tonight.”
“Don’t you mean third?”
“Well, they do say the third time’s a charm.”
“I look forward to testing out that theory.”
My hands settle at the hem of my gray Henley before dragging it up my body and over my head until I’m just as bare chested as she is. Now it’s her gaze that dips. My muscles tense as I stand in place, allowing her to look her fill. The heat in her eyes nearly singes me alive.
“What about the jeans?”
I can’t resist teasing her. “I was thinking of keeping them on.”
“Off.”
I jerk a brow. “Kind of bossy, aren’t you?”
A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Maybe a little.”
With a snort, my fingers drop to the button before flicking it open and dragging down the zipper. In one swift movement, I shove the denim down my thighs. Her attention drifts lower. It would be impossible to hide the boner that strains against the cotton of my underwear.
I love the feel of her eyes eating me up.
“You’re really beautiful,” she whispers.
“You stole my line. I was just thinking the same thing.”
She slips between the sheets before tossing them back, an invitation for me to join her. Once I settle beside her, I pull her naked body against mine and wrap her up tight in my arms. That’s when something deep inside me clicks into place.
A comfortable silence falls over us, and it doesn’t take long before her breathing turns deep and even. I press my lips against her hair and draw in the subtle scent of the floral shampoo that clings to her.
For the first time in my life, complete contentment washes over me.
The feeling is just as addictive as she is.
And I don’t want it to ever end.