Chapter 3: Crossing the Line

Ava slipped back into the main party area on shaky legs. Her body still throbbed from Damon’s touch. Her lips felt bruised from that fierce kiss. Between her thighs she was soaked. The molly kept everything heightened. Every brush of her dress against her sensitive nipples sent little jolts straight to her clit. She spotted Emma across the room. Laughing with a group of friends. Oblivious for now.

She needed air. Or water. Something to cool the fire Damon had lit inside her. But before she could reach the bar strong fingers wrapped around her wrist. Damon pulled her gently but firmly toward the edge of the terrace. His touch burned.

“Come with me,” he said low in her ear. “There is a private lounge downstairs. No one will interrupt us.”

Ava knew she should refuse. Emma could notice any second. The risks piled up in her mind. But the drug made her bold. Her pussy ached with emptiness. She wanted his hands on her again. His mouth. Everything. She nodded quickly. They moved through the crowd like shadows. Down a discreet staircase to a dimly lit hallway lined with private suites reserved for VIP guests.

Damon swiped a keycard at one of the doors. The moment it clicked shut behind them he was on her. He pinned her against the wall. His mouth claimed hers in a deep possessive kiss. Tongues tangled. He tasted like whiskey and raw hunger. Ava moaned into him. Her hands roamed over his hard chest. Feeling the muscles flex under her palms.

“You have been driving me crazy all night,” he growled against her lips. “That dress. The way you moved on the dance floor. I need to feel you. All of you.”

His hands shoved her dress up to her waist. He dropped to his knees in front of her. Strong fingers hooked into her soaked panties and yanked them down her legs. Ava stepped out of them. Her heart raced. She was exposed. Her smooth shaved pussy glistened with arousal right in front of his face.

Damon looked up at her. His blue eyes dark with lust. “Fuck. Look at this pretty cunt. Already dripping for me.” He leaned in. His hot breath teased her folds. Then his tongue dragged slowly up her slit. Lapping at her juices. He groaned at her taste. “So sweet. So fucking wet.”

Ava cried out. Her hands fisted in his dark hair. The molly amplified every lick. Every swirl of his tongue around her swollen clit felt electric. He devoured her. No hesitation. His mouth sucked on her clit while two thick fingers pushed inside her tight channel. Pumping deep. Curling to hit that perfect spot.

“Oh god. Damon.” She bucked against his face. Her hips grinding shamelessly. Pleasure built fast and intense. The drug made her skin hypersensitive. His stubble scraped her inner thighs deliciously. His fingers stretched her. Thrusting harder. Faster.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. His lips shiny with her wetness. “Come for me. I want to taste it.” Then he dove back in. Sucking her clit hard while his fingers fucked her relentlessly.

Ava shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. She moaned loudly. Her walls clenched around his fingers. Juices flooded his mouth. He kept licking her through it. Drawing out every spasm until her legs trembled.

Damon stood up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he kissed her again. Letting her taste herself on his tongue. His erection pressed against her belly. Huge and rock hard through his pants. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

He lifted her easily. Carrying her to the large couch in the center of the suite. He set her down on her back. Spread her thighs wide. Ava watched hungrily as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free. Thick. Long. Veined. The head already leaking precum. It looked intimidating. Perfect.

He stroked himself once. Eyes locked on her dripping pussy. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want it,” she breathed. The words came out desperate. “Fuck me. Please.”

Damon positioned himself at her entrance. He rubbed the thick head up and down her slit. Coating himself in her slickness. Then he pushed in. One slow powerful thrust that stretched her open. Filling her completely.

Ava gasped at the fullness. It burned so good. Her walls gripped him tight. He groaned deeply. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy.”

He started moving. Long deep strokes at first. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The couch creaked under them. Skin slapped against skin. Ava wrapped her legs around his waist. Taking him deeper. Every thrust hit that sensitive spot inside her. Sending sparks through her body.

The molly made it feel endless. Every sensation multiplied. She could feel every ridge of his cock. The way he throbbed inside her. His heavy balls slapping against her ass.

“Faster,” she begged. Her nails dug into his back. “Harder. I need it.”

Damon obliged. He pounded into her. Ruthless. His hips snapping forward. One hand gripped her breast. Pinching the nipple through her dress. The other held her thigh open wide. “This is what you wanted. Getting fucked by your best friend’s brother like a dirty little slut.”

His dirty words pushed her closer to the edge again. She loved it. The forbidden thrill. The way he owned her body. “Yes. God yes. Don’t stop.”

He leaned down. Capturing a nipple in his mouth through the fabric. Sucking hard. His pace never slowed. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room. Mixed with moans and heavy breathing.

Ava came again. Harder this time. Her pussy spasmed around his thick cock. Milking him. She cried out his name. Vision blurring with pleasure.

Damon fucked her through it. Chasing his own release. His thrusts grew erratic. Deeper. “Fuck. Ava.” He pulled out suddenly. Stroking himself furiously. Thick ropes of cum shot across her belly and breasts. Marking her. Hot and sticky.

They stayed there panting. Bodies slick with sweat. The drug still humming in their veins. Making everything feel hazy and addictive.

Damon looked down at her. His expression intense. “This changes everything. You are mine now.”

Ava’s heart raced. Reality started creeping back in. Emma. The party upstairs. The massive mistake they had just made. But as Damon leaned down to kiss her again. Slow and deep. She knew she was already hooked. Staying away was no longer an option.

The night was far from over. And neither of them was ready to walk away.