Maybe Just One More

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Chapter 21. Maybe Just One More

Avery’s POV

“Um, what?” she breathed. Both her eyebrows raised.

I sighed and stood up. I plopped down on the couch beside her and slouched. “You heard me,” I muttered. Saying it one time was plenty enough for me. I hated that word, and Stormie knew the reason why. She probably thought it was never a word I would say to her. Usually, when somebody tells me they love me, I say me too instead. I rarely tell my mom I love her. It’s not that I don’t love my mom because I do.

The word love is overrated, in my opinion. People throw that word around so often that you never even know who means it. If you truly care for someone, you can say and prove it a million different ways, so why the hell do people have to hear it directly? Saying that word made you vulnerable to people, and I didn’t want anyone to think they could hurt me. But Stormie already knew she could hurt me, so why did it matter?

She stared down at her hands, and her eyebrows knitted. She looked as if she was trying to focus hard on what she heard.

My gaze fell to my hands. Maybe I said it too soon. Maybe she doesn’t feel the same way. Even if I could take it back, I wouldn’t because I meant what I said. It didn’t matter if she didn’t feel that way.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really,” I said without missing a beat.

Suddenly, she was on top of me, straddling me. It was as if someone flipped a switch in her mood. I had to wonder how she changed her mood so fast like that. Her suddenness stunned me. She smashed her lips to mine and tangled her hands in my hair.

My body reacted instinctively like it always did with her. My fingers ran through her soft blond hair, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. I’ve never been so obsessed with one girl, and I was still trying to wrap my head around it.

Her teeth sunk into my bottom lip, and she pulled my hair. She was impatient, and anytime that Stormie was impatient, she was rough, and I liked it.

A groan escaped me, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

She dropped one of her hands from my hair to slip it under my shirt. Her fingers traced my abs, and I shivered involuntarily from the touch. She broke the kiss and pulled my shirt up and off. She was still in her cheerleading outfit.

I pulled her top off and unclasped her bra. As soon as her breasts bounced free, my mouth started to water. My gaze swept over her while she undid the button and zipper of my jeans. My cock sprung free, and she stared at it with a hungry expression.

She stood up and slipped out of the cheerleading skirt and underwear. She placed her hands on my shoulders and hovered back over me. Her breasts were dangerously close to my face. She gasped when I caught one in my mouth.

My tongue swirled around her nipple, and I sucked on it as it hardened.

She moaned loudly and pulled away from me. I huffed in irritation; taking her breast from my mouth was like taking candy away from a fat kid. She slowly raised her hand to her mouth. I watched her curiously. She licked her hand. My eyes widened. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started moving it up and down.

“Damn,” I grunted. My head fell back against the couch. “W-wait, I need to grab-” I cut off and groaned. I hated wearing condoms, but Stormie was too afraid to tell her mom that she wanted birth control.

She grabbed my wallet off the stand and pulled a condom out of it. She tore it open with her teeth and rolled it down my cock.

As much as I hated wearing them, she looked sexy as hell doing that. She locked her eyes with mine as she lowered herself down on me. Sex with Stormie wasn’t like it was with other girls; it was almost addictive. I wanted her all the time. I would take her three times a day if I had the time to. Stormie and I were always busy.

Her head fell back, and she let out a moan. She wasted no time picking up speed. Her hair fell over her eyes.

My hand brushed her hair back, and my eyes locked with hers. I bit down on my lip and gripped her hips. I helped her move faster. A groan escaped me. “You feel amazing,” I murmured.

She slowed down and rolled her hips. Her nails dug into my chest. She moaned my name and lowered her face to mine.

My lips crashed against hers, and my hands trailed down to her ass, squeezing it. I moved my hips beneath her. Her body relaxed against mine, and I could tell that she was tired. Without breaking the kiss, I gripped her hips and stood up with her.

She gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I laid her down on the couch.

She broke the kiss. “Hard,” she breathed.

Don’t got to tell me twice. I locked both her wrists in one of my hands. My other hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed before trailing down farther.

Her gaze left mine, and she watched my hand trail down to her wet lips. As soon as my finger pressed against her clit, she arched her head and back. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned.

I thrusted into her hard and fast as my finger rubbed her clit. The couch jolted with every thrust. I watched her writhe beneath me. “Come for me, baby,” I groaned.

Her walls clenched around my cock, and she released. Her face was so heavenly that I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I released with her.

“Damn,” I grunted.

She gave me a small smile.

“Are you tired?” I asked.

“Hungry,” she admitted.

“Hungry?” I gave her a questioning look.

“Mhm,” she hummed and nodded.

“How about pizza?” I asked.

“If you have pepperoni,” she countered.

I chuckled. “Of course.”

She went for my closet as I headed downstairs. It was a good thing this house was so damn big. Mom and Austin were home. Austin was in bed, and Mom was probably in her room reading.

When the pizza was done cooking, I grabbed two sodas from the fridge and headed for my room. I closed the door behind me.

She was knelt up on my bed with the remote.

“What are we watching?” I asked.

She looked over at me and smiled. “I’m not sure.”

I put the pizza down on the bed. We both took a piece from it. I handed her one of the sodas.

“Thanks,” she said. “I don’t think I want to watch a movie.”

“What do you want to do then?”

“What?” I laughed. “Why?”

“Because you know how to play, and I can’t. I want to learn,” she said. “It’s not something I’ve ever done before.”

***

“I can’t fucking believe you won again,” I muttered. “Remind me never to go to a casino without you. Were you hustling me?”

She fell back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “No, I swear. I don’t know why you’re complaining. You’re good at everything. There is absolutely nothing that I can do that you can’t do.”

I pursed my lips and shook my head. “No, that’s not true. I’m sure there is something you can do that I can’t.”

She tilted her head and thought about it. “Oh, I know.” She jumped off the bed and stood in front of the TV. She spread her legs apart until she was all the way down on the floor.

I threw my head back and laughed. “Yeah, no. I can’t do the splits. That’s sexy as fuck. You better quit doing that.”

She laughed and got to her feet. She crawled back on the bed and pressed her lips to mine. “It’s three in the morning. Maybe we should go to bed.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

***

“I better get out,” I murmured. “I got chores to do.”

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Water droplets fell from her thick black lashes. Her blue eyes inappropriately held mine captive. Sex in the shower this early only had me wanting to take her back to bed.

“Okay,” she said. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. She tangled her fingers in my hair and melted into me.

I wasn’t even sure how I did it. It seemed impossible, but I broke the kiss. “Fuck, don’t kiss me like that when you’re about to leave.”

She giggled and pecked me on the lips.

“Mm,” I licked my lips. “Maybe just one more.”

She giggled and kissed me again.

“You coming back later?” I asked.

“I told the girls that I would have a sleepover,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

“I love you,” she said.

It was the first time she said it. She didn’t say it last night when I said it. I didn’t want her to say it just to say it. I wanted her to mean it.

“I love you,” I replied. I kissed her forehead and got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back to my bedroom.

Once I was dressed, I grabbed my phone off the dresser and started for the door, but stopped dead in my tracks. The doorknob started to turn slowly. My eyes widened, and I mouthed, “Oh fuck.” I sprinted across my room and into the bathroom. I made it in my bathroom just as the door started to open. I closed the door and locked it.

I heard my bedroom door close. I quickly walked over to the shower and opened the door.

Stormie spun around and looked at me, confused. “What’s–”

I threw my hand over her mouth and put a finger to my lips to hush her.

“Avery!” Mason called. He knocked lightly on the door.

I dropped my hand from her mouth.

“Oh shit,” she mouthed.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“What do we do?” she whispered.

“I don’t know,” I murmured and shook my head. This was my luck. I had to be next to my best friend’s naked sister and try like hell not to get turned on, all while talking back to him.

“Yeah?” I called.

“I need a couple of ounces,” Mason said.

“Uh, can it wait?” I asked.

“I’m completely out and got people blowing me up, man,” Mason said.

“I’ll run it over to you. Tell them to give you a couple of hours. I have chores to do and shit,” I snapped. I didn’t want to sound pissy, but it was the only thing I could think of to get him to leave.

Stormie stared at me with wide eyes, and her lips parted.

My eyes swept over her naked body, and I licked my lips.

Stormie rolled her eyes. “Really?”

I pursed my lips and shrugged.

“What’s your problem?” Mason asked.

“My problem is that I can’t even take a fucking shower without people blowing me the fuck up,” I said. It was hard as hell to pretend to be angry when I was actually thinking about bending Stormie over. “I wanna bend you over,” I mouthed.

She threw her hand over her mouth to stop a giggle.

“Alright, whatever. Sorry,” Mason muttered. “Just get it to me when you can.”

“It’s all good. I’ll be over when I’m done with chores,” I said. My fingers slid up between Stormie’s wet thighs.

“You’re naughty,” she mouthed.

“You’re sexy,” I mouthed back.

As soon as the bedroom door closed, I put my mouth on hers.

She giggled against my lips. She broke the kiss breathlessly. “Wait,” she panted. “You have clothes on!”

“Not for long,” I said. I started throwing my clothes off and out of the shower. As soon as I was down to nothing, I spun her around.

“Wait,” she said.

“What?”

“What about a condom?” she asked.

“I’ll pull out. I want to feel you,” I murmured. I fisted her hair and bent her over.

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