Chapter 14 – Riley

The second we stumble into my dorm room, Ava pins me against the door, her hands greedy, impatient, desperate. My breath catches, my body already reacting to the heat in her gaze, the way her lips part just slightly as she looks at me like she's starving.

I barely have time to process before she's on me, kissing me hard, all tongue and teeth and raw, unfiltered need. I moan into her mouth, my fingers gripping her waist, pulling her flush against me, craving more, craving everything.

Ava's hands roam, slipping under my shirt, dragging over my skin, sending sparks down my spine. I shudder, my head falling back against the door, and she takes advantage, kissing down my throat, nipping at my pulse, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck," I whisper, my hands tangling in her hair, needing her closer, needing her everywhere.

She grins against my skin, her voice low and teasing. "That's the plan."

A rush of heat surges through me, and I flip us, pressing her against the door this time. Ava lets out a breathless laugh, but it turns into a sharp gasp as I grind against her, my hands sliding under her shirt, exploring the warm, soft skin beneath.

She arches into me, her fingers clawing at my back, and I take the opportunity to lift her, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. She's so fucking beautiful like this, her lips swollen, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with want.

I carry her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress, and she laughs, the sound light and teasing despite the tension between us. "Impatient, are we?"

I smirk, climbing over her, trailing my fingers up her thigh, watching the way her breath hitches. "You have no idea."

She gasps as I dip my head, pressing kisses down her stomach, slowly working my way lower. I can feel the tension in her body, the anticipation, the need, and it's intoxicating.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, just to hear her whimper, just to feel her squirm beneath me, desperate and wanting. "Tell me what you want," I murmur against her skin, loving the way she trembles.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged pants. "You. I need you."

A thrill shoots through me, my body burning with its own need, but I take my time, dragging it out, savoring every reaction. Ava is usually so composed, so sharp and in control, but here, now—she's completely undone beneath me.

And it's because of me.

I give her exactly what she wants, sliding lower, pressing my mouth against her, devouring her, drinking in the way she gasps, the way her body tenses before completely falling apart beneath me.

She moans my name, over and over, her hands clawing at the sheets, her thighs trembling as I push her higher, deeper, until she shatters all over again.

It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.

But I'm not done with her yet.

Not even close.

Ava's mouth is everywhere, leaving a scorching trail of heat down my body. My breathing is already ragged, my skin flushed and aching for her. She kisses her way lower, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking against my hip bone before she nips at my skin, making me jolt.

"Ava," I groan, my fingers sliding into her hair, tugging just slightly.

She chuckles against my skin, the sound vibrating through me. "You're always so impatient."

I open my mouth to snap back, but then she moves between my thighs, and all I can do is suck in a sharp breath. She's teasing me, dragging her nails along my inner thighs, placing featherlight kisses just where I need her most—but not quite giving in yet.

"Please," I murmur, my head falling back against the pillow.

Ava hums in amusement. "That's better."

Then, without warning, she leans in and flicks her tongue against me, and my entire body jerks off the bed. A helpless moan rips from my throat, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer.

She doesn't hesitate—licking, sucking, tasting me, sending wave after wave of blistering pleasure through my body. I can't think, can't focus on anything except the way her tongue moves, slow, deliberate, wickedly precise.

I whimper, trying to rock my hips against her, but she presses her hands down on my thighs, pinning me to the mattress.

"Stay still," she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin.

I let out a choked sound, my body trembling violently as she deepens her movements, her tongue flicking against me just right. My pulse is hammering, heat coiling low in my stomach, tightening with every stroke, every flick, every deep, aching pull of her lips.

I can't take it.

I'm going to shatter.

"Oh my God—Ava," I gasp, my head thrashing, my fingers clutching the sheets, desperate, helpless, completely undone.

She moans against me—the vibration sending a fresh surge of heat straight through me—and then she pushes me over the edge.

My back arches violently, my entire body convulsing as the pleasure slams into me, blinding and unbearable and so fucking perfect.

I cry out her name, my thighs trembling, my chest heaving, my pulse a thunderous roar in my ears.

Ava doesn't stop, dragging it out, making me feel every last pulse, every aftershock, until I'm completely spent, boneless, sinking into the mattress in a dazed, blissed-out haze.

She presses one last, lingering kiss against my thigh before she finally moves up, her body sliding over mine, her lips brushing my jaw, my cheek, my mouth.

"Still impatient?" she teases, grinning smugly against my lips.

I let out a breathless laugh, my limbs still weak, my heart still racing. "I fucking hate you."

She laughs softly, pressing her forehead against mine. "Liar."

And the worst part?

She's right.