First Taste

The storm outside had been growling all night, a deep-throated rumble that seemed to vibrate through the glass of her apartment windows. Rain painted slick, winding trails down the panes, and the warm yellow light from a table lamp made everything inside feel too intimate-too soft.Eli sat on her couch like he had a hundred times before, feet up, a glass of red in one hand.

But tonight, there was something in the air.

Across from him, Ava tucked her legs beneath herself, wearing an oversized gray sleep shirt and nothing else. He could tell-every time she shifted, the hem lifted just enough to tease a glimpse of bare thigh.

"Why is it always your place that loses power first?" she teased, nudging him with her foot.

Her nails were painted dark wine red. He noticed that now. He'd never noticed that before.

"Because yours is warmer," Eli said. "Smells like vanilla and... fuck, I don't know. Whatever it is, it's addictive."

Ava laughed-but it came out breathier than usual. "Vanilla and 'fuck, I don't know.' Real specific."

His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. They were on her lips now.

Watching the way she licked a drop of wine from the rim of her glass.

The air between them felt charged, not just from the storm. Something electric was threading its way into the years of friendship they'd built, and it was begging to snap.

"You cold?" he asked.

"I could be warmer," she murmured.

He lifted the edge of the blanket.

She slid under it with him.

The blanket settled over both of them, their legs tangled loosely.

Her bare thigh rested against the denim of his jeans.

He could feel the heat of her skin seeping into him.

Thunder cracked, closer now, making the lights flicker.

"I always get so restless during storms," she said.

"Restless how?" His voice was quieter now, lower.

Ava glanced at him. She didn't answer.

But she didn't move away, either, when his hand settled on her thigh.

Just rested there, fingers splayed lazily, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"Like that?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

She looked down at his hand, then up at him. Her pupils were blown wide.

"That's a good start."

His hand moved higher.

She sucked in a breath, but still didn't stop him.

When his fingers brushed the edge of her panties-black lace, thin as sin-her hips twitched.

"You're not gonna stop me, are you?" he asked, his mouth so close to her ear it sent a shiver down her spine.

"No," she whispered.

He pushed the fabric aside and cupped her heat, fingers dipping between her folds.

She was already slick."Fuck, Ava... you're soaked."

"You gonna just talk about it or actually do something?"

He grinned into her neck, lips brushing her skin. "Bossy. I like it."

His fingers slid into her slowly, testing the give of her tight, wet heat.

She gasped, biting down on her lip as her hips bucked toward him.

"Easy, baby. Let me feel you," he murmured.

He curled his fingers just slightly, dragging them along the sensitive spot that made her shudder.

She clutched at his shirt, nails digging into his shoulder.

Her legs parted wider, the blanket falling from her lap to expose her thighs.

She looked wanton like this-spread open for him, flushed, panting.He kissed her neck, the curve of her shoulder, his free hand sliding under her shirt to find her tits.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

When his thumb grazed her nipple, she moaned so softly it made his cock twitch.

"You've thought about this, haven't you?" he growled."Me finger-fucking you on this couch while the storm shakes your windows."

"Yes," she gasped.

"Fuck, yes."He sped up, pushing deeper, curling harder.

She was wet and pulsing around him, hips rolling desperately.

"Fuck , you're tight," he hissed. "Dripping down my hand. So fucking needy. Did I make you this wet, or were you already like this when I walked in?"

"Eli-fuck-I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." He slowed, fingers retreating until she whimpered.

"Why?" she begged.

"Because I want to hear you say my name when you come."His fingers moved again-deliberate, wicked, relentless."Say it," he ordered.She clung to him, mouth open, panting, whimpering into his neck.

"Say my fucking name, Ava."

"Eli," she breathed.

"Louder."

"Eli, fuck, don't stop-don't you fucking stop-"

"I won't. I want to feel you fall apart."

His fingers thrust faster, sloppier now, her wetness making obscene sounds between her thighs.

Her body trembled as he pinched her nipple with his free hand and bit down on her shoulder.

Her whole body arched, her mouth open in a silent cry before she shattered with a guttural moan."FUCK, ELI!"

He held her through it, fingers still moving until she twitched and pushed his hand away, too sensitive.She collapsed against him, soaked and breathless, heart racing.Outside, thunder cracked again.

Inside, her body still pulsed in aftershocks around his hand.She looked up at him, dazed, smiling, flushed.

And he was still rock hard.

Ava was still panting when she lifted her head from Eli's chest, lips parted, cheeks flushed, skin glistening with sweat.He looked wrecked-his hand still wet from her orgasm, his eyes dark and dangerous, his cock visibly straining against his jeans.

She reached down and ran her fingers over the bulge.

He inhaled sharply.

"Your turn," she said, voice husky and full of filthy promise.

"You don't have to-" he started, but she shut him up by sliding off the couch to her knees, slow and deliberate.

"I want to.

"She hooked her fingers in his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans.

The tension in the room snapped the moment his cock sprang free-thick, flushed, dripping precum at the tip.

"Oh... fuck me," she whispered, eyes wide.

"You've thought about it too, haven't you?" he asked, voice ragged. "My cock in your mouth."

"Every goddamn time I saw you in gray sweatpants," she said, licking her lips.He hissed when she wrapped her hand around him, pumping slowly from base to tip, watching a fresh bead of precum leak from the head.

She leaned in and let her tongue flick across it-just a taste.

"Fucking tease," he growled.

She smirked. "You like it."

Then she went down on him. All the way.

Her lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowing, and Eli choked on a curse.

Her mouth was hot, wet, fucking perfect.

She moaned softly as she sucked him deeper, and the vibrations made his hips jerk.

"Fuck, Ava-your mouth. You're gonna make me come already."

She pulled back with a wet pop.

"Not yet," she whispered, then licked the underside of his shaft from root to tip, slow and filthy.

Her saliva coated him as she stroked him with one hand and tongued the head like she was tasting dessert.

"Open wider," he said, voice tight.

She obeyed.

"Good girl."

She moaned around him, loving the praise, letting him guide her rhythm now-his hand tangled in her hair, his hips lifting just slightly as he fucked into her throat.

"Fuck, that's it. Take it. You look so fucking good with your mouth full of me."

Her mascara started to smudge as her eyes watered, but she never stopped.

She loved the stretch of him, the burn, the way he pulsed against her tongue.

"Touch yourself," he demanded. "Finger that pussy while you suck me."

She did.

He looked down and groaned when he saw her hand buried between her legs again, rubbing herself while she sucked him like she needed it."That's it. Make yourself come. I want you to come again with my cock in your mouth."

She whimpered around him, rubbing harder. Her eyes locked onto his.

"You're gonna swallow every drop, aren't you?"She moaned. Nodded.That was all it took.

"FUCK-Ava-shit, I'm coming-fuck!"He came with a deep grunt, hips jerking, hot cum spilling across her tongue.

She swallowed him down, moaning through it, her own body trembling.

She kept sucking even after he came, licking him clean, kissing the tip, then resting her cheek against his thigh.He ran his hand through her hair, breathless.

"You've always been dangerous," he murmured.

She smiled. "And you've always wanted to find out just how much."

Ava was still on her knees, licking her lips, when Eli grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her to her feet.

"You think you can suck the soul out of my cock like it was nothing?" he growled, voice low and rough with hunger.She smirked. "Depends. You gonna do something about it?"

He didn't answer.

He spun her around, shoved her shirt up over her ass, and bent her over the couch.

She gasped-then moaned, louder, when he yanked her soaked panties down and slapped her ass with his bare palm. The sound echoed off the storm outside.

"FUCK-Eli!"

"You like that?" he hissed, lining up behind her. "You've been shaking that tight little ass at me for years. You wanted this.""I did," she panted, looking back at him. "I fucking do."

His cock slid between her thighs, thick and already hard again.

He ran the head through her soaked folds, teasing her, making her whimper."Tell me how wet you are," he demanded."I'm dripping," she moaned. "Fuck, Eli, please-just fuck me. I can't wait anymore."

"Oh, baby," he murmured. "You don't have to."

And then he shoved into her.Hard.

She screamed.

He bottomed out in one brutal thrust, stretching her wide, filling her completely.

"FUCK-you feel so fucking good," he groaned. "Tight little pussy sucking me in like you've been waiting your whole life for this cock."She clawed at the couch cushions, breath ragged, legs shaking.

"Harder," she begged. "FUCK me harder, Eli-don't you dare hold back."

He didn't.

He gripped her hips like he owned them and pounded into her-fast, rough, relentless. Skin slapping. Her moans raw and uncontrollable. Every thrust knocked the air out of her.

"You like it like this?" he growled, bent over her back. "Like a good little fucktoy?"

"YES-yes-fuck-I'm your fucking toy-please don't stop-"

He reached around, fingers rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles.

She cried out.

"You gonna come on this cock?" he demanded. "You gonna cream all over me like the filthy little slut you are?"

"YES-oh my god, Eli, I'm so close-"

"You better scream my name when you do," he snarled.

He kept fucking her, slamming into her so deep she could feel him in her throat, the couch creaking beneath them, her body trembling.And then she shattered.

Her pussy clenched around him, hard, pulsing, soaking his cock in waves as she screamed his name-"ELI! FUCK, ELI!"-legs giving out, body shaking uncontrollably.

He came right after, groaning like a beast, spilling inside her with one final, brutal thrust that sent both of them into a collapsed heap on the couch.

They stayed there. Panting. Sweating. Still tangled.She laughed, breathless. "You definitely did something about it."He kissed her bare shoulder. "You have no idea what you started."