Burning Attraction (4 page)

             
My hips start to jerk towards him, wanting more, and he gets the hint when he slips my underwear down my legs, tossing them where his shirt is. When his tongue meets my wet skin, it causes my eyes to roll back in pleasure. He sticks a finger inside me, then another, feeling all around, while his tongue twirls circles between my folds. I lay back, arching with pleasure, my hands going to his hair, gripping ahold of his thick blonde locks. I'm about to come when he pulls back and stands up, looking down at me. I breathe out a "what?"

             
When I sit up, he helps pull my dress completely off me, leaving me in just my bra. The second he unlatches it, his mouth is on my breasts, tasting each one twice before backing away again. My body is shaking because I want to feel that release right now, I don't think I can wait any longer. My hands go to the button on Carson's cargo shorts and I unsnap them, unzip them, letting them fall. He steps out of them and pulls down his own boxers, letting his impressively large cock spring to life in front of me.

             
I grab ahold of his cock, kneel down in front of him and show him the same pleasure he just showed me minutes ago. As I lick and suck, my hand is running up and down his length, twisting around until I can feel it starting to pulsate beneath my palm. I pull back and smile up at him, meeting his hooded gaze. With a grunt of wanting me, he helps me up and pushes me back onto his bed, then climbs over me. He reaches over, grabbing a condom out of his night stand, and slides it down his shaft. Once it’s secured in place he puts it at my entrance but doesn't go inside me just yet.

             
I lean up and kiss his mouth, rubbing my tongue along his lips, tasting myself on him. He kisses me back with force, while slowly pushing his cock inside of me. It isn't fast or hard enough, so I push my hips to meet him until he is completely inside me. We both moan simultaneously. Carson pulls out and thrusts into me harder. He keeps pumping into me, a little faster, a little harder each time, until I can't go any longer. "I'm going to come Carson," I moan out before my eyes go back in my head again. I dig my nails into his shoulder as he plows into me even harder than before. The second my wave of ecstasy is done, Carson pumps into me two more times before moaning out through his own orgasm.

             
"Fuck Cassie," he breathes, "that was amazing." He is panting just as hard as me. We lay together as our breath slows back down. We're silent but it isn't uncomfortable, it's perfect. No words need to be said right now.

Chapter 3: Underground

             
Saturday evening I'm dreading getting ready for my dad's banquet. My mom says it's going to be simple and small, which means over a hundred people are attending. That is what my parents consider small and it annoys me. I think this is part of the reason I hate dressing up so much, I like my jeans and tee-shirts, because I come from family that has too many events that call for being dressed formally. And when I get there, I have to meet and greet with everyone, smiling pretty, telling them how college is going, the whole sha-bang. The only thing I'm excited about is the surprise my mom mentioned.

             
I decide to wear my favorite black cocktail dress with my sequenced black heels. I put on a small pink necklace and matching bracelet, and do a French bun on top of my head. Since my hair is slicked back, I decide to give my side bangs a little curl, causing me to look a few years older. Aubrey has to help me apply my makeup because I've never been good at this, and when I'm done, I'm very happy with the results. It's too bad that Carson doesn't see me like this. Maybe in the next month or two I can get him to attend one of the many parties my family throws.

             
I've been trying all day to get Aubrey to attend with me, but she refuses. I honestly don't blame her, if this wasn't so important to my dad I wouldn't be there either. She hit it off good with the frat guy last night, and since he is very handsome, I'm happy for her. She has short blonde hair with light blue eyes, and he has dark brown hair with brown eyes. They're exact opposites but look perfect next to one another. Aubrey mentioned that he was going out to some pizza joint and invited her to come along, so she has an excuse to not come with me now.

             
I show up at my parent's house fifteen minutes early, hoping I can get my surprise early. When I see my mom I give her a hug and small kiss to the cheek. "Hi mom," I look around, "where's dad? I want to congratulate him."

             
"Oh, he is with your surprise," she smiles bright with mischief. "Come, here, I'll show you." She pulls on my arm and drags me down the hall into my dad's office. The Manning's are there, Avery's parents. He hadn't mentioned that they were coming into town at all, so it really is a surprise, but I'm not sure why it matters as much to me as it would my parents. I know my mom really missed Mrs. Manning when she left, but they hardly kept in touch in the most recent years.

             
I smile at the two of them. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Manning, nice to see you two again."

             
Mrs. Manning answers first, "oh Cassandra, please, you're an adult now, call me Trish. Dear girl, you've grown right up into a beautiful young lady. Come here." I walk over to her and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, giving me a tiny hug. "We've all missed you," she whispers softly as I pull back away.

             
"I've missed you all as well," I say back before looking to Mr. Manning who says hello. I walk over to my dad and give him a hug. "Congrats on your merger dad, that is awesome news!"

             
"Well, it's in large parts to Teddy here, it's his company we merged with. Both he and Trish have decided to move down here so everything can run smoothly. Thank you though Cassie, I'm glad you could make it." Holy crap, so they've moved down here for good. Did they follow Avery or did he follow them? Did he lie about his promise and his parents being upset, or were they really upset and decided to chase after? I guess either way it doesn't matter, all that matters is that my parents have reunited with old friends, and so I have I with Avery.

             
My mom suggests we all make our way back into the dining room, since more guests should be arriving shortly. Right before we walk in, she gets close to my ear, whispering, "that wasn't your surprise." I'm about to ask what my surprise was, but as we round the corner I see Avery standing in our dining room, dressed in a black button down dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks so incredibly handsome that I'm frozen in place. He smiles large at me, showing all his pearly white teeth, and I can't help but smile my largest smile back at him. My mom giggles, elbowing me, "surprise." Then she walks off, leaving the two of us to catch up once more.

             
I haven't had a conversation with Avery since we ate lunch together. I've wanted to, just haven't found the time for it. Not only that, I'd feel awkward calling him out of the blue just to catch up. He hasn't called me either. After last night with Carson, I shouldn't be feeling my insides twist and turn, but it's hard not to. Old feelings come rushing in every time his green eyes sink into my hazel ones, and then of course there are new feelings that flood my insides too. Those ones are newer, ones that make me wet myself. I want to feel his five o'clock shadow between my thighs more than anything.

             
I can feel myself blush at Avery's first words. "Every time I see you, you look more perfect."

             
I don't mind checking him out tonight. "Yeah, you too." Although the word perfect is clearly an understatement.

             
We have small talk with each other while guests arrive, but as the house fills up more and more, the less we get to see each other. I'm in the middle of talking with a friend of my mom's when I can feel Avery's eyes on me. I turn quickly to see him coming towards me, just watching as I talk about how college is going so far, answering the same questions that everyone else has asked me. It feels awkward as he takes in every single word that I say, without saying anything himself. Finally I excuse myself so I can talk with Avery once more. "Oh my God, I hate these stupid things," I say with an eye roll.

             
He chuckles softly, "oh don't I know it. Come." He holds out his hand and I take it. I don't even bother to ask where we are going, following him up the stairs and into my old bedroom. I've only been out of the house a couple months, yet it almost feels like years. I have only been here three times since moving out back in June. I still have a lot of things in here, including my old bed. There are random nick-knacks placed about, pictures line the walls, and some clothes I have yet to grab. The second we walk into the room, Avery looks at all the different things I left behind, concentrating mostly on things from my childhood.

             
I simply just sit on my bed, and focus all my undivided attention to Avery. His muscles flexing with each movement, his ass looking too perfect for words, and his tattoos starring back at me, asking me touch them. "What are you doing?" I ask after a couple minutes.

             
He takes a peek over his shoulder for a quick second, before looking back at some pictures. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his toothy smile. "You got a lot of pictures of us, I like it."

             
"Yeah, well, we had a lot of fun when we were younger."

             
Avery looks back over his shoulder again. "We could have more fun."

             
I raise my eyebrows at him. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

             
The expression starring back at me says it all. "Oh, I could think of a few things." He winks at me, causing my insides to twist and turn all about.

             
Unsure of how to respond, I just laugh at him and shake my head no. He laughs as well and turns back, looking at more things. There is a slight gasp that comes from his mouth. "Angel..."

             
"Yeah?"

             
"You still have it." The sound in his voice making me know he is shocked, and I instantly have a feeling of just what he is talking about. He turns around to look at me, the angel pendent necklace hanging from his hand. The same one he gave me the day he left six years ago. I wore that necklace every single day for years before finally
'growing up'
from it. I really loved it so much, it's beautiful, and more than that, it meant everything to me. More than anything anyone has ever given to me.

             
"Of course I do. That thing meant the world to me. Still does actually." I bite down on my lip, unsure of how that sounded. I hope he doesn't think I have feelings for him, because he said it himself, he doesn't do the relationship thing. Plus, I'm sort of seeing Carson now, and after last night, I have a feeling things may be advancing faster than expected.

             
Avery walks over to me, striding with a sexy confidence. When he is right in front of my knees, I dare myself to look up into his gorgeous green eyes, and I'm nearly drooling at his gaze. I swallow the dry lump in my throat, while he just looks down at me with an admiration of sorts. He leans his face down towards mine, his lips so close to my own that if I just puckered mine I'd be kissing him. But I don't, I just stare, confused and turned on. He whispers so lightly that our lips graze one another, "you meant the world to me."

             
Chills go spiraling down my spine at the sensation of our lips touching so softly as he says those sweet words. My eyes start fluttering, so I close them, waiting for him to push into me. Missing that tingle I felt six years ago. I just want him on me right now. I'm about to grab the back of his neck to pull him close, but before I even get the chance his phone starts vibrating in his pocket. Avery pulls away from me, like nothing happened at all, and answers his phone. "Hey man ... Shit, yeah, when? ... Danielson? ... Fuck yeah! ... Kay, see you then."

             
I'm still in a trans from what just happened that I have to blink myself back to reality once I notice that Avery is off the phone. He smiles at me, "what are you doing after this?"

             
I shrug. "No plans. Go home, sleep, I don't know. Why?" I fail to mention that I'm probably going to devour a pint of ice cream while wallowing in self-pity.

             
His smile just gets even bigger, melting me to the bed. "You got jeans and a sweatshirt here?"

             
"Um, yeah?"

             
"Get dressed, I'll see you outside the room in a couple minutes. Oh, and find sneakers or something too." I want to ask him what for, but he walks out of my room, closing the door behind him. I don't even hesitate as I jump off the bed and run for my dresser. I took most of my good clothes with me, but I find a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, sweatshirt and even a pair of old sneakers.

             
I open the door once I'm dressed, and Avery is standing there, texting on his phone. He glances up at me and does a double take. "You look better like that anyways," he states, before texting again.