Chapter 13

AVERY

Justin wasted absolutely no time and turned, carrying her to the other side of the house.

He walked up the four stairs that led to the bedrooms and all but ran to his room, slamming the door with his foot. The double doors shook with the force.

He gently set her down on the floor to look up at him.

“Are you sure, Avery? We can wait if you don’t want to move this fast,” he assured her.

She shook her head. “I need to break out of my usual rules. New town, new job, new experiences.”

Justin grinned and turned her so her back was to his front, sweeping her hair to the side and gently kissing and biting along her neck.

Avery had never really been sensitive on her neck before, but the way Justin kissed her made her yearn for more.

She relaxed and leaned back into him as he started gently unbuttoning her silk shirt and sliding it off. He threw it to the side and ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Your skin is so damn soft,” he whispered into her ear. She shivered from his breath and couldn’t say anything as he ran his hands up her stomach.

When he touched her scars, she froze, and Justin felt it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, turning her to face him.

“Um, it’s my scars,” she answered and looked down. Her voice quavered with uncertainty.

He reached down and gently turned her chin so she could look at him. “Avery, baby, I don’t care about them. You still are incredibly beautiful to me.”

Avery wanted so desperately to believe him, especially after everything that happened with Zach. She knew she was going to have to take a leap of faith and trust his words.

She knew that if he hurt her, the aftermath was going to be ten times worse, but it was something she was going to have to deal with when that time came.

And she was certain there would be hurt with a man like Justin Mariner.

JUSTIN

Justin watched the uncertainty wash over her face and wanted to make her feel better about herself and what they were about to do. He leaned down, kissed her tenderly, and felt her relax again.

He ran his hands up and down her back, following the contours of her muscles and bones.

She gasped when he unclasped her bra. She let him drag the straps down her hands, and he threw it to the side somewhere.

Avery looked up and slowly pushed his leather cut down his arms. He shrugged it off and tossed it to a chair he had close by.

Avery started unbuttoning his shirt and opened the material to find a perfectly sculpted and tattooed chest before her.

She seemed in awe of the colors and designs that she saw running together. She traced some of the outlines, and he took in a sharp breath.

She looked up. “Is this okay?”

“So fucking okay,” he growled out.

When she went back to touching his skin, Justin almost ripped the shirt off himself and flung it to the side, then pulled her to his chest, feeling the skin-to-skin contact connect them.

He could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples on his chest and wanted those in his mouth so badly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Justin was so damn hard that it was almost painful, and he was almost certain he would have a zipper mark on his cock from the pressure.

He needed to see more, do more to her, and used one hand to pull the zipper of her skirt down.

He started pushing the material down with one hand before realizing it was a two-handed job and growled quickly, using both to yank the material down.

He ran his hands up her ass and squeezed it firmly, noticing that there was material covering her legs. Justin was confused and paused to see what the hell she was wearing.

He picked her up and gently placed her on his soft comforter, kneeling between her legs, then standing back up to look at her. He gasped at the beautiful sight before him.

Avery was perfect and beautiful as she lay there and looked up at him. She was breathing faster and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

He noticed how creamy her skin was and how much he wanted to touch and kiss every square inch of it.

His eyes wandered down her body and saw the hard, pebbled nipples—so perfectly pink and begging for him to suck on them—and felt a rush of warmth flow through his body.

He saw that she was wearing some lacy underwear and not a thong, and that turned him on even more.

Every woman he had ever slept with wore a thong or a G-string, but the sight of Avery wearing more material was absolutely intriguing and a huge turn on—not that he could be anymore turned on.

And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, he saw the thigh-high stockings on her legs.

She was all class, and he knew he was out of his league with her, but fuck if he wasn’t going to enjoy every single fucking millisecond of this discovery.

And do everything in his power to make this last a long, long time.

“Baby, what the fuck are you wearing?” he asked hoarsely.

Avery looked at him, confused. “What do you mean? I’m wearing underwear?”

Justin leaned over and kissed her stomach. “Is that what you are calling that sexy scrap of lace?”

Avery rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s a new invention.”

He grinned up at her. “Smartass.”

Avery went to giggle, but it quickly turned into a moan as he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked lightly.

Knowing she liked that, Justin continued for several minutes between the two perfectly proportioned mounds, listening to her breath increase and little moans and squeaks come out of her.

His hands were all over her body, touching, teasing, and pleasing her with every move he made. She seemed lost in a fog of desire, not sure what to do with the foreign feeling.

Justin was rapidly losing the grip of control that he had on himself. He desperately needed to be inside of her. He released her nipples and sat back on his knees and looked at her, smirking.

He reached over, gripped her lace underwear, and yanked them down before standing up and taking them all the way off, throwing them to the pile on the floor, making the stockings quickly follow.

Justin’s heart nearly stopped, and he froze in place, just looking at her.

She had a perfectly groomed patch of pubic hair, just a shade lighter than her hair.

He had never been with a woman who wasn’t totally shaved, and he was so turned on by what looked like soft curls around her most intimate area.

Justin reached out and gently slid a finger through the hair and almost came in his pants at feeling how soft and wet she was.

“Fuck, baby!” he murmured, and watched as Avery moaned and arched her back off the bed.

Justin could tell that her actions were not an act like some of the club sluts were known to do.

She was reacting to him, what he was doing to her, and that thought made him even more ready for her—which he again, didn’t think was possible.

He was mesmerized by the way her body was moving, and he did something that he had only done one other time when he was sixteen and laid down to taste her.

It was kind of an unspoken rule that you didn’t go down on the club sluts just in case they had something that needed a good dose of antibiotics.

And why the hell would you want to suck up some other guy’s deposit? Sex was one thing, oral sex was another.

But when Justin tasted Avery and how sweet she was, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. She tasted better than any cigar or expensive whiskey he had ever had.

He lapped and sucked all over her, bringing her to two massive orgasms just with his tongue.

Avery’s brain seemed to have ceased working as she gave in to the feeling. She jumped when he suddenly pulled back.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good!”

Avery looked at him and blushed when she saw him licking his lips.

He grinned, then stood next to the bed and undid his belt, toed off his boots, and pushed his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, groaning as he was finally free from the confines of his clothing.

Avery gasped when she saw how big and thick he was.

Justin saw the nerves and crawled back between her legs, kissing her softly. He moved his hand to gently caress her cheek. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”

Avery bit her lip, then nodded her head desperately for him to continue.

Justin pushed two fingers into her very wet and slippery core, slowly pumping in and out and scissoring to stretch her some.

“Fuck, Avery, you are so tight!” he grunted, and hoped like hell that he could make this pleasurable for her.

Avery arched her back again and whimpered out, “Oh god!” before she had another orgasm, shocking them both.

Justin knew with the extra wetness that this would be a good time to move further and lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist.

Justin lined up at her entrance and slowly started edging himself in. The feeling of his head entering her almost made him yell out in joy, but didn’t want to freak her out, so he bit his lip.

He slowly pumped in and out, making small thrusts, until he was all the way inside of her.

“Avery, fuck! You are so tight!”

He grunted and panted so he wouldn’t lose control. He wanted her to get used to his size, so he fought with his inner caveman.

AVERY

Avery had never felt so full in her entire life. She felt like he had a club between his legs and it was now in her.

She felt the stretch of him entering her and thought it was so sweet that he tried to be gentle with her.

She was acclimating to his size and thought she was ready for more, so she whispered for him to continue.

Justin pulled back a little and pushed back in slowly. He repeated his movements, and after just a couple of thrusts, Avery dug her fingers into his arms and moaned, “Faster, Justin!”

He muttered, “Thank god,” and amped up his movements. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and his eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure.

He adjusted his arms, kept his hips moving, and leaned in to kiss her. They both were breathing rapidly, and Avery could feel her walls clamping down on him.

“Fuck, Avery, I want you to come, baby. I can feel you are close, and I want you to come all over my cock!” Justin growled.

“Oh god, Justin!” she moaned, feeling this intensity build deep inside her. She was a little afraid of what it was going to feel like when she finished.

She reached around his broad shoulders and gripped his back as she felt the pressure build.

Justin sped up even more. She could hear their skin slapping together and the headboard hitting the wall a little.

Overwhelmed, she dug her nails into his back, arched her back, and all but sobbed, “Oh god, Justin!”

She exploded.

“Yes, Avery, FUCK!”

Avery felt him throb and release into her five or six times. He kissed her neck several times as they panted.

Justin slowly pulled out of her and flopped onto the bed next to her. He rolled over and looked at her as their breathing slowly returned to normal, and she wondered what the hell just happened.