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I watch as she lowers herself slowly onto the bed, and despite my hesitation and reluctance, I can’t escape the excitement coursing through me. She leans back on her elbows, exposing her long, toned legs. She’s removed her leggings, leaving her in only a t-shirt and her underwear, but I can’t see anything as the t-shirt comes to the middle of her thigh.

“I’m going to take your panties off.” She nods, and despite all of the pushing she’s done to get us here, I can tell she’s nervous. “Don’t worry,” I whisper as I slide her panties down her legs. I let them drop to the floor before wrapping both hands around her ankles and sliding them up her silky-smooth legs. I reach her thighs, my eyes never leaving hers as I draw circles with my thumbs on the soft skin of her inner thighs. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, and I’m hoping it’s out of lust and not nervousness. I remove my hands from her thighs, still no glimpse of her pussy as it’s still covered by her shirt. She pouts slightly. So it was the former, then. Perfect.

“How do you make yourself come?”

She raises her hand shyly and wiggles her fingers at me. “No vibrator? No toys?”

“No,” she says softly.

I nod as I lean against the wall in her bedroom. “Show me.”

“Show you?”

“How you make yourself come.”

“No way!”

“Why?”

“It’s… personal.”

“And us having sex isn’t personal?”

“No… I mean, yes, I just…”

There’s a mirror hanging on the back of her door that is perfect for what I have in mind. I narrow my eyes at her. “I want to know how you get off, what turns you on…what gets you there. What your body does the moment before you shatter. Do you even know? Do you even know your own signs for when you’re about to come?”

“I… I think so.” She bites that damn lip, and I am thankful for all the time I spent jacking off this afternoon because I don’t think I’d make it through tonight any other way.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, but prop your legs up, heels on the bed.” She does as she’s told, but the fact that her legs are pressed together doesn’t escape my notice. “You do know that I’m going to have to get between there, right?”

I’m completely clothed at this point, so I let her leave her shirt on, knowing she’d feel even more vulnerable if she were completely naked right now. I move toward her and sit on the bed behind her. I move as close as I can to her until my chest is pressed flush against her back. I wonder how soon until she feels my dick poking her lower back as it’s already standing at attention. Her eyes find mine in the mirror in front of us, and I can see both the nerves and the excitement in her eyes. “Touch yourself,” I whisper in her ear, and she shudders in response.

“Right now?”

“Yes. We’re going to watch.”

“I thought you were supposed to be doing this.”

“I will. I just want you to get yourself started. Right now, you’re nervous, but this will loosen you up.” I put my hand on her right and left knee and begin to separate them slowly. She gasps as her shirt has ridden up, exposing her pussy to both of us.

“You are so wet already,” I growl in her ear, and I don’t miss the way her pussy clenches in response. She turns her face slightly, and I drag my lips down her cheek and neck. She moans in response just as my lips find her shoulder. I nibble gently on the skin before reaching for her right hand and putting it where she needs it.

Where we both need it.

“Go on; I’ll take over in a second.” The room is dimly lit, but still bright enough for us to see everything. The air around us crackles as Ava pushes her fingers through her folds.

“Fuck,” I groan, and I have to close my eyes and count to five to calm myself down again. Before I can open them, Ava’s head has found my left shoulder, her head thrown back as she rubs her clitoris. Ah, that’s right, she’s a virgin, so she rubs versus penetrating herself. I blanch thinking about how traumatized Ava could have been if I broke her hymen with my fingers. I rub my hand down her arm and place it over hers.

Under normal circumstances, I’d suck the juice right from her fingers, having smelled her arousal the second I parted her legs. She smells divine, and I bet she’d taste even better. But something tells me she’d flip out if I was that kinky right out the gate.

I gently pull her hand away and cup her pussy protectively. “I’m going to take care of you, Ava. You know that, don’t you?”

“Mmmm,” she moans, her hooded eyes locked on mine once again through the mirror.

I drop my gaze away from hers, back to where my hand is touching her most intimate space. Pressing my thumb to her clit makes her whole body twitch. Her clit pulses under my touch, and it makes my cock throb in response. I had every intention of taking this slow, teasing her, pushing her to her limits and then drawing back, drawing her pleasure out for as long as possible. But the second I touched her, I wanted nothing more than to make her come then and there. I slide my index finger and middle finger through her folds, not penetrating her, just exploring the slick skin.

A place only I had been. A place only I will ever be. I shake my head knowing that wasn’t true. I may be the first guy to touch her pussy, but I wouldn’t be the last. I begin to rub slowly.

“I’ve never watched before.” Her voice is breathy and filled with lust as the air leaves her lungs with the words, “This is so hot.”

“You are so hot.” I press another kiss to her neck, and I know I need to rein in all of this kissing I’m doing. No kissing her lips under any circumstances, Jackson. At least not yet… “Okay, tell me how you feel.”

“I feel… amazing.”

“What is your body telling you? What do you want?”

“Faster.”

“Anything else?”

She closes her eyes in an effort to listen completely to her body. “More…pressure.” I obey her instructions, watching the moisture flood the area almost as quickly as I’m feeling it.

“You are so wet, Ava.”

“Oh fuck!” she whimpers, and I feel her lips quiver under my calloused fingers.

“Are you going to come, sweet girl?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me when.”

She nods her head, her eyes fluttering open again, and they find mine in the mirror. Her brown eyes are darker than normal, almost black. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, but lets it go immediately in a gasp when she feels my cock twitch against her.

“Does my lip biting… do something to you?” she whimpers as I’ve quickened my assault on her.

“Yes. Focus.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“Hush.” I want to get her attention off of me and onto her orgasm. She locks eyes with me and bites her lip again, a mischievous smile curving her mouth. I groan and lower my forehead to her shoulder, trying to avoid her gaze and her pink lips. I pinch her clit between my fingers, and I didn’t know it was possible, but the juices forming between her legs increase tenfold. I wrap my left hand around her, as my right is still inside of her, and spread her open for me so I can see every inch of her. The pink, slick flesh is calling out to me on the most primal level.

I have to taste her. I have to fuck her. I want to fuck her and see my cum coating her pussy. Fuck, this is just a favor to Ava. She is not…yours.

The feeling of Ava rocking back and forth, bumping my cock, snaps me from my caveman thoughts. She’s close. My left hand that was holding her open ascends up and under her t-shirt to find her bare breast. I cup it, playing with her nipple, pinching it and rolling it between my fingers. With one last stroke over her clit, Ava’s orgasm rings through the air as she begins to quiver in my arms. I feel her clit throbbing as she moans out my name over and over. I continue to rub her hard and fast as I see her orgasm practically pouring out of her. Is she…a squirter? Fuck. Ava Remington, what the fuck kind of sex goddess are you? Her hands grip my thighs as she slumps against me. My fingers slow their ministrations, and I slowly pull them from her body.

Her eyes flutter open. Her chest is heaving rapidly, and her cheeks are bright red and flushed. She’s fucking beautiful. I trail my fingers up her body and hold them in front of her face. “Suck.”

“Wh--what?”

“You’ve never tasted yourself before? Aren’t you curious how you taste?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

She leans forward slightly and reluctantly wraps her lips around my fingers.

Fuck. Bad. fucking. Idea. Now all I can do is picture her lips wrapping around my cock the same way. Abort mission, Walsh.

 I try to pull them from her mouth, but she grabs my hand, holding it in place and nibbles gently on them.

Oh, she’s testing me, and she knows it. She lets me go with a pop before running her tongue up the length once as if it were the shaft of a cock. Fuck her. I chuckle inwardly. She turns and looks at me, giving me a cheeky grin, and I narrow my eyes at her.

She stands up and turns around to face me before climbing back on the bed to straddle me. My cock was already hard, but we are officially in painfully hard territory as her soaking wet folds are now grazing my crotch. I’m wearing jeans, so I can’t exactly feel the warmth of her pussy on me, but just the fact her dripping folds are pressed up against me is enough to turn me to granite. “Your turn,” she says devilishly.

“Ava, that was for you.”

“You’re supposed to be teaching me about everything. I need to know how to do...this.”

“You don’t really need to know much about the equivalent. No one over the age of eighteen gives hand jobs to completion.”

And that might even be a stretch. Most women I’ve been with live by the--you can do it better than I can mantra. Or why would I do something you can do yourself? I’ll just blow you instead. And that certainly earned no complaints from me.

“I’ve still never…touched one…or seen one.”

“Fair,” I tell her as I slide up her bed and thankfully out from under her pussy, the scent of her orgasm still floating in the air.

I pull off my jeans, leaving me in my briefs, and she kneels between my legs. She rubs her hand over my length, and my cock twitches in response. She’s about to free it from the constraints of my underwear when my phone begins to ring. What the fuck? She freezes, and I sit up slowly. “I want to ignore it, but I’m expecting a call from my COO...,” I trail off.

“Oh, go for it! Not a problem.” She moves from between my legs and lies down on her bed. I grab the phone from my jeans pocket, and my heart immediately sinks. Fuck.

“It’s your brother,” I tell her, and she rolls her eyes.

“God, how many times do you talk on the phone every day? I don’t even talk to my mother as often as you two talk.”

“Shut up.” It was true, Tucker and I did talk practically every day. About what? I have no fucking idea.

“If I don’t answer, he’ll call again.”

“Stage five clinger much? Are you guys fucking?”

“Don’t make me spank you,” I tell her, and she giggles as she leans over the side of her bed, giving me a clear view of her ass and pussy. I groan. “Can you not?” I chuckle. She sits up and giggles as she puts a textbook in her lap.

“Sorry, forgot,” she winces, but I can see the devilish look in her eyes.

“What’s up, T?” I say into the phone.

“You are not going to believe who I ran into today,” he says, and I resist the urge to ask him who because if that’s the first thing out of his mouth, this story is going to be great.

“T, can I call you back? I want to hear who.”

“Yeah sure, you still at the office? I swear you work too fucking much.”

Bingo. “Yeah, and I’m on the other line.”

“Alright fine… Hey, I talked to Ava today; she said you guys had dinner the other night. How’s she doing? She looks okay? Not too stressed? Mom and Dad are wigging out that law school is kicking her ass.”

I look over at the half-naked woman who just happens to be the one in question. “No, she’s good.” Her eyes meet mine before rolling them in a dramatic circle, having figured that her brother asked about her. “She’s… great.”

“Oh, good, well, thanks for checking up on her. You’re the best, bro.” I freeze at his choice of words.

“You’re the best, bro?” Great. I just finger-fucked your little sister, and I’m planning to take her virginity. Yeah, and the award for best friend of Tucker Remington goes to.... I rub my forehead, willing the headache that’s forming away as all the thoughts of the past few days come flooding back.

How could I do this to T? After everything he and his family did for me growing up. Tucker has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I repay him by defiling his virgin sister? A girl I’ve known since she was born? I’ve got to get out of here. And did he have to call me “bro?” Now all I’m thinking about is how being Tucker’s bro means I’m Ava’s bro as well. Jackson, you’re losing it.

“So, I’ll call you back in a bit.”

“Alright, later.”

I toss my phone in front of me and rub my hands over my eyes. “Fuck,” I groan.

“What’s wrong?” I hear, followed by the feeling of Ava’s hand on my bicep. I pull out of her grip, not wanting her to touch me because it will suck me back in too easily, and I needed to get out. She looks at me nervously. “What?”

I blow out a breath and run a hand through my hair. “I can’t do this; I’m so sorry I did this to you, Ava.”

“Did what to me?”

“This…” I point at her and then the mirror. “I…I shouldn’t have.”

“What did Tucker say? Stop freaking out. He doesn’t know anything.”

I get off the bed and pull my jeans on. “That’s not the point. He’s my best friend. And I’m messing around with his little sister. You are off fucking limits, Ava.”

“No, I’m not! And you’re just… you’re helping me!”

“Ava.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “I can’t very well explain to your brother that we were fooling around like it’s a fucking experiment. ‘Yeah, Tucker…she just wanted to lose her virginity, and I helped her so she would be ready for some pretentious asshole in her class.’”

“Okay, first of all, don’t be a dick! And secondly, why are you telling him anything?! I know you two can’t like wipe your asses without telling the other, but can you please NOT talk to him about this?”

“It still doesn’t change the fact that doing this, makes me the world’s shittiest friend.”

“You’re not, Jackson. This has nothing to do with you and Tucker, this is between you and me.”

“There is no you and me, Ava,” I tell her and I hate the words as they leave my lips.

There was something between us. If there wasn’t before, my hand between her legs tonight made it so.

“So that’s it?” she asks me.

“Ava, we can still hang out, but the sex stuff is just not a good idea.”

“That is so not fair.”

I shake my head and let out a sigh as I grab my phone off her bed and slip it into my pocket. “I know.”