Sixteen

Ava

 

 

My body is deliciously sore. My vagina is tender. My nipples are sensitive. My ass…my god my ass. The things that man did to me. My mind flashes back to the anal play. The lube and the beads, and how Griffin expertly used them to enhance every orgasm he gave me. He showed me over and over again, all weekend long, that Griffin plus toys equals Ava being pleasured. Now it’s Sunday afternoon, and Lilly just texted him to let him know she’ll be dropping Levi off after lunch.

We’re still in bed, Griffin’s naked body wrapped around mine like an octopus. My head is resting on his chest and I can hear his heart beating. It’s soothing and has my eyes fluttering closed.

“Babe,” Griffin says softly but I’m too tired and content to respond. “Babe, Levi will be home in a little while. We need to get dressed.” The backs of his fingers graze my cheek and I snuggle closer to him. “Ava, you can stay in bed, but I have to get up. I don’t think we want to explain our naked selves in bed to my eight-year-old.” He chuckles low and throaty and the beautiful sound vibrates in his chest, and it hits me, our weekend is coming to an end.

Lifting up, I give his nipple a kiss and he groans. “No, don’t do that. We’ll never make it out of this bed if you do that,” he warns.

Needing him one more time, I ignore his protests and kiss his other nipple before pulling the sheets off our naked bodies. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I rip it open. Seeing Griffin’s dick isn’t quite hard enough yet, I take his full length into my mouth, coating his dick with my saliva.

“Fuck, Ava,” Griffin groans as his dick hardens. After rolling on the condom, I climb on top of him and guide his cock into my body. As he stretches me, I’m reminded of how sore I am, but I don’t care because I need the connection. He’s been inside me more than not over the last twenty-four hours, yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. With my hands on his chest, I move my body up until I can feel the tip of his dick at my entrance, and then ever so slowly, my pussy swallows his entire length. I repeat the same motions—slowly up, and then back down—while Griffin plays with my nipples, pinching and tweaking them, to the point I wonder if I’ll come just from his touch alone. Our eyes stay locked on each other as his fingers move to my clit. While I ride him, he rubs my clit.

“I need more,” I moan out. I’m not even sure what I need, but I just know I need more. It doesn’t matter how much he touches me, I feel like I always need more. More kisses, more caresses. It’s not that he isn’t satisfying me… because holy shit, he is. I just can’t get enough. My body knows what it’s like to be pleasured and adored and fucked so deliciously by this man, and now it’s greedy for more.

At my words, Griffin pulls me off his length, and turns us around so I’m on my knees with my ass in the air. I hear the bottle of lube squirt and then feel it as it runs down my ass cheeks, his fingers immediately catching the liquid and pushing it into my puckered hole.

“You want me to fuck this ass, baby,” Griffin says, and even though it’s not a question, I nod my head. “Play with your clit, and I’ll fuck this perfect ass.” His hand comes down and he slaps my butt cheek hard, and I swear, I almost come on the spot.

Reaching under me, my fingers find my clit and I start rubbing my sensitive nub as Griffin pulls my cheeks apart and slowly, so damn slowly, pushes his dick into my ass.

“Griffin, please fuck me harder,” I plead, but he doesn’t listen. Instead he continues to fuck me slowly, just like I was doing to him minutes ago. My fingers massage my now swollen clit, and with my other hand, I pinch my nipple. I can feel my body rising higher and higher, each time Griffin’s dick pushes into me. His thrusts are slow yet deep and within minutes, we’re both coming.

He stills in me, and before he pulls out, he gently takes my hair in his fist and angles my head to where he can kiss me. There’s no doubt about it, this man owns every part of my body, and if I’m not careful, he’s going to own my heart.

Once we’ve showered, we get dressed and head out into my living room. I see Maverick circling the foyer in excitement to go for a walk. “I need to take Maverick out. I’ll walk you out.” I clip on his leash and head for the door.

Before I open it, Griffin pulls me into him, his lips meeting mine. “This was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a really long time. Thank you.” He kisses the tip of my nose then my forehead, his lips lingering a second longer than his other two kisses.

When we get outside, Levi is running down the hall, Lilly trailing behind him. “Dad! Ava! Look what I got!” He holds out his hand. “They’re rocks! I found them when we were camping.” He’s grinning like he’s holding a buried treasure.

“That’s awesome,” I say.

“Are you taking Maverick for a walk?” he questions.

“I am.”

“Dad! Can I put these rocks away and then go? Please!” Levi hops from one foot to another, and Griffin gives me a look silently asking if it’s okay. I nod.

“Go ahead, but go pee first.” Griffin unlocks his front door so Levi can go in.

“Sounds like he had fun,” he says to Lilly.

“He did. That kid has a surplus of energy. If I could bottle it up and sell it, I would make a fortune.” She laughs then looks from Griffin to me, a slow grin forming. “And how was your weekend?” she asks, innocently batting her lashes. Griffin chuckles.

Ignoring her question, I ask one of my own. “We still on for Pilates this Wednesday?”

“Yes!”

Levi comes barreling out, and after we walk Lilly to her car, we head down the sidewalk to the park. Levi talks nonstop the entire way, telling us all about his weekend. The camping, the fishing, the bonfire. It’s evident he had a blast. Griffin listens attentively, hanging onto every word his son says, asking questions and showing his son he’s genuinely interested.

We get to the park and Levi runs off to play, Maverick following behind. Griffin and I sit down on the bench, and Griffin pulls me into him, his arm going around my shoulders. At first I lean into him, my hand coming up to entwine our fingers, but then I remember Levi’s here and I pull back.

Griffin frowns. “Get over here.” He dips his chin and pulls me back to him.

“Griffin, stop,” I whisper, my eyes darting around the park to find Levi. “Not in front of your son.”

His brows furrow. “We’ll talk later,” is all he says, but we don’t get a chance to because once we get back, I make an excuse to go home, running like the coward I am, back to my place.

“Mami! Papa! Are you here?” I call out as I walk into my parents’ home. After I left Griffin and Levi at their place, I went home, sat on the couch for two-point-five seconds and then considered going over to Griffin’s place. When I realized how weak I am when it comes to him, I grabbed my keys and bolted out of my apartment and over to my parents’ house. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

“Ava!” My mom steps out of the kitchen, her arms wide open, to greet me. “This is quite the unexpected surprise.” She give my forehead a kiss.

“It’s Sunday, so I figured I would come over for Sunday dinner,” I say without making eye contact with my mom.

“And you were just here last Sunday,” she responds without missing a beat.

“Can’t a girl visit her parents two Sundays in a row?” I step out of her arms and walk into the kitchen. She’s making homemade flour tortillas, so I lift up the towel that’s keeping them warm and snag one.

“A girl can visit her parents every day…but my girl doesn’t visit two Sundays in a row unless there’s something wrong.” She goes about making us each a café con leche, hands me mine, then sits down at the table across from me.

I take a sip of the hot coffee and sigh. “Have I been that bad of a daughter?” I ask, upset with myself because my mom is right. I’ve pushed myself away from everyone after this last break up. The friends I have, I rarely call anymore, the ones I made with my boyfriend, I walked away from so they wouldn’t have to choose sides. Even the toy party I’m hosting is for mostly strangers—a soon-to-be bride and her bridesmaids, and Lilly and her family and friends.

“You are not a bad daughter, Ava. You’ve just been a little lost. Your heart was broken and you have needed some time to heal.” She hands me one of her homemade cookies she knows I love to dip into my coffee. “The great thing about having a mom, is that I’m always here for you. Even if you didn’t come over for a year’s worth of Sundays, I would still be here.”

“Thank you, Mami.” I stand up and give her a hug. “Te amo.” I love you.

“Oh! Before I forget,” my mom says as I sit back down. “My friend, Gloria, asked me to order a new vibrator from you. Apparently she thought water resistant meant water proof.” She rolls her eyes. “I told her bringing it into the bathtub wasn’t the best idea. Your father and I only bring the anal—”

“Mom!” I cover my ears. “Nope! I don’t want to know. You know the rules. We pretend anything you order is not for you and Dad!”

“What’s not for your mom and me?” My dad walks into the kitchen with Samuel and Courtney, Samuel’s girlfriend.

“The set of anal—” my mom begins to say.

“Mom!” I screech, “No! No sex toy talk!”

She giggles and my dad laughs.

“Oh! Are you having a party?” Courtney asks.

“Next Saturday.”

“I want to go. Samuel loved the edible—”

“Gah! Stop!” I stand up. “No sex talk about my brother or my dad or any family members. As far as I’m concerned, none of you guys have a sex life. You are all virgins!”

“Fine.” Courtney sighs. “But I’m coming to the party!”

“Me too!” Mom adds.

And they wonder why I don’t come over on Sundays…