Page 49 of The Sharpest Edges

“I’d never trick you,” she teases with a purse of her lips and a slick side-eye. “Let’s go with horror this time.”

He expected some chick flick, but he should know by now that all she does is surprise him.

She leans back into the cushions, curling her legs up to rest along his side like it’s no big thing. He lifts his arm, letting her burrow in next to him while his head dips to press a kiss to the crown of her head, soft strands tickling his face.

Being here with her is familiar, but different. Similar to how they’d been that morning before, they both passed out for a few more hours of precious sleep, but this time there’s no sadness or tears and her body is soft and relaxed from the very start. His favorite person is curled up next to him. Their cat sleeps on his other side like a tiny loaf of bread on the sofa arm. It’s almost too perfect, but instead of doubting it, he sinks further into the cushions and hugs Ava a little closer.

They don’t make it half an hour into the movie before they’re staring at naked people in the middle of what looks like a very satisfying act.

“I was joking when I offered porn,” Ava says with a hint of amusement. “I forgot everyone who dies in a horror movie has to have sex first.”

She leaves a trail of tingling sparks across his ribs with her fingertips, drawing absent shapes there while her eyes remain on the tv screen.

The sex scene they’re watching is ridiculous and when the woman starts moaning, loud and dramatic, Ava muffles a laughinto his shirt. He huffs out one of his own, letting that hand around her shoulder run down to her elbow and then curve around her hip. All he can think about is how she tasted when he had his face pressed between her legs, how soft she was on his tongue, and those sweet little sounds she made while she came.

She tilts her head up to push a kiss to the throbbing pulse in his throat and all thoughts of the TV are forgotten in an instant. His eyes slip closed, hand inching a little lower, taking a chance and cupping the round of her ass in his palm. He’s rewarded with a sharp exhale into his skin, her fingers tracing light patterns into his forearm, leaving goosebumps to prickle unchecked.

The scene on the screen and being this close to her in the first place was already coaxing him to hardness, so when she moves to throw a leg over his thighs and straddle him, so tentative and slow, his cock springs to life, pulsing between them and straining against the confines of his pants.

She’s been here before but last time she was drunk and in tears. This time she’s sober and willing, her weight a delicious intoxication against his crotch. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They flail for a moment until her kiss finds his lips and his palms settle naturally on her thighs while she rocks against him. A pitiful groan escapes his throat, prompting a smile from her.

Their pants block them from getting as close as he wants, but even with just this much, he’s nearly done for. She is balanced delicately on his cock, her nose nuzzling into his neck, and he is so fucking close to embarrassing himself beyond repair.

“You gotta…stop…gotta stop.” He forces out a pained whisper against his better judgment.

Ava springs backward like she’d burned him, eyes wide and lips kiss swollen. He grabs her waist to make sure she doesn’t topple over, her reaction so sudden that he doesn’t think either of them were expecting it. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted—”

“I do. That’s not what I meant.” He balks, saying this out loud is admitting a major fault in telling her he’s got a hair trigger. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last but ten more seconds and I didn’t bring more pants.”

It’s a defeated admission, but he shrugs anyway with a self-deprecating raise of his brows. He is a lost cause and may as well embrace it.

“Oh.” She ducks her head, looking up at him through dark lashes. “It’s okay. I want you to.”

She’s got her hands on his belt, waiting for permission, and he gulps hard, shifting his weight as all the blood rushes south again. He is both terrified and excited and isn’t sure which feeling wins. One thing he does know is that he wants this. Wants her. He gives her a nod and her fingers make quick work of his belt, button, and zipper, hesitating a moment before tugging his boxers down when he lifts his hips.

This is the first time she’s seen him like this and her eyes widen, tongue snaking out to wet her lips as she curls a careful hand around the base of him. He twitches on contact at the first stroke, so light and tentative as if she might hurt him.

If she only knew how hard he works his own hand over his shaft when he’s alone, thinking of her.

She is enthralled by the sight, watching as she moves her palm up and down in long slow strokes, her breath hitching when a bead of pre-cum escapes the tip. Her thumb spreads it around the swollen head and his grip on her tightens, his lower belly clenching. He wasn’t joking when he said he wasclose. A few more strokes and he’ll be done for. He’s already embarrassed at the very thought but unable to curb the way his hips thrust up into her hand, muffled by the weight in his lap.

“Will you still be okay for round two if we do this now?” she asks.

Dean has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from exploding at the very thought of pushing deep inside of her. “Fuck yes. I ain’t twenty no more, gonna need a few minutes, but yes.”

He curls a hand around the back of her neck to pull her in close and sucks her lower lip between his. Only makes it three more flicks of her wrist before he’s whimpering into her mouth, white-hot heat coiling at the base of his cock and spurting obscenely over her hand. He doesn’t think he’s ever come this hard before in all his life. Can’t fucking stop either. It hits his belly where his shirt has ridden up and slides down her knuckles, coating his length as she continues to stroke him.

The curve of her shoulder is the perfect place to muffle his curse while his vision swims. Thankfully, she doesn’t pull away the moment it happens, only slows down into an easy rhythm, coaxing the last few shuddering bursts of pleasure from him while her other hand sifts through his hair, cradling him close while he falls apart.

When he finally relaxes against her, his dick twitching but otherwise stated, she sits back far enough to see his face, brings her pointer finger to her mouth, and sucks a drop of semen off the tip.

“Fuck,” he growls, wishing he wasn’t softening or out of breath, wanting nothing more than to spread her legs and spillhimself between them, pushing his cum where it belongs.

“Bedroom?” Ava says hopefully.

He chuckles, forgetting for a moment how half-naked he is between them, sneaking a kiss to the side of her neck that makes her sigh. “Hell yeah.”

A shiver rocks her body that passes through his before she reaches over to the side table to grab a tissue, cleaning off her hand and offering him a square that he gratefully accepts.

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