AVA'S GAME

Chapter 12

Lena’s POV

The tension in the house thickened after Ava arrived.

Mom’s best friend moved through our space like she owned it, her tight jeans hugging her full hips and her low-cut top showing generous cleavage.

Throughout the day she flirted shamelessly, with me, with Oliver, with Julian. Touches lingered too long. Looks grew heated.

That night, after wine, I was in my room when my door opened. Ava slipped inside wearing only a silk camisole and tiny shorts, her auburn hair loose.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she murmured, closing the door and locking it.

She crossed the room and pushed me gently onto the bed before I could speak.

“Ava…” I breathed.

“Shh.” She climbed over me, straddling my hips. Her hands slid under my tank top, pushing it up. She cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened.

“So pretty,” she whispered. She leaned down and sucked one nipple into her mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while her fingers pinched and rolled the other. I moaned, arching into her.

She kept fondling and sucking my breasts, alternating between them, biting gently until I was squirming. Then her hand slid down my stomach, into my shorts. She found me already wet.

“Naughty girl,” Ava purred. She pushed two fingers inside me, thrusting slowly at first, then faster.

The wet squelching sounds filled the room as she curled her fingers and rubbed my clit with her thumb. “So tight and soaked. You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck, Ava…” I gasped, hips rocking against her hand.

She added a third finger, stretching me, pumping harder. Her mouth stayed on my nipples, sucking and biting while she finger-fucked me relentlessly. The bed creaked under us. My moans grew louder until I came hard, clenching around her fingers, crying out.

Ava kissed me deeply, then pulled back with a wicked smile. “Good girl. But I’m not done yet.”

She slipped out of my room. I lay there panting, body buzzing.

I heard soft sounds from Oliver’s room later. The door cracked open a little, giving me the chance to peek.

Ava had Oliver against the wall. She dropped to her knees, pulled his shorts down, and took his thick cock into her mouth.

Oliver groaned, hand in her hair as she bobbed eagerly, slurping and sucking loudly.

Saliva dripped down her chin. She took him deep, gagging slightly, then pulled back to stroke him while licking the head.

“Fuck, Ava… your mouth feels amazing,” Oliver panted.

She sucked him harder, faster, until he pulled her up, bent her over his bed, and slammed into her from behind.

The bed creaked loudly as he pounded her, skin slapping, Ava moaning encouragement. He came inside her with a grunt.

Later, from the hallway, I heard low voices in the master bedroom. The door was slightly open.

Ava was in Julian’s room. She had him on the bed, riding him slowly at first, her full breasts bouncing as she moved. Julian gripped her hips, thrusting up.

The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall as Ava moaned loudly, “God, Julian… you’re so deep.”

He flipped her onto her back, pounding harder. The wet sounds of their bodies, the creaking bed, and Ava’s cries filled the room until they both came.

I retreated to my room, heart racing, body aching with a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and excitement.

Ava was making moves on all of us and our dirty little secret was getting even dirtier.