A Revenge He Regrets

AVA

I couldn't believe my eyes, not with what had just happened. I had the evidence right in front of me, but it felt like a tiny part of me had chosen this exact moment to play a prank on me, or worse, mess with my emotions.

What the hell was going on? Or more importantly, what had I just gotten myself into?

I wanted to ask, but who was going to entertain my question? We were alone in the bathroom and even if someone were to stumble in here, the chances that they were wasted and clearly not in their right senses would be through the roof.

A shuffling sound reached my ears, and that was all it took to snap me out of my thoughts. I raised my eyes, and to my surprise, he was still there. The distance between us had reduced a bit, and my foggy mind just couldn't how she when he'd inched closer. Up close, he looked even more handsome than our first kiss. Call me crazy or whatever, but I could swear his lips were still swollen, and the fact that I had a hand in it made my stomach flutter.

He inched closer again, and this time, I didn't budge. His fingers grazed the side of my cheeks and it sent shivers down my spine. My breath hitched in my throat as he trailed the outline of my lips with his thumb. It lingered on my mouth, and for a moment, I had the urge to suck on it, or at least do something crazy.

What was wrong with me? It definitely had to be the alcohol.

His eyes met mine, and even though no words slid past his lips, I felt his eyes said it all.

"Ready?"

I nodded once, and before I could catch my breath, his lips had found mine again. My stomach churned as pleasure pooled in the pit of my belly. One would think that after kissing him twice I would get used to it. Instead, his kisses sent sparks down my spine. I arched my body in response and he deepened his hold on my lips.

A moan bubbled at the base of my throat as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He nipped at it, like his very life depended on it. He tasted too much of whiskey and mint, with a hint of something else. Maybe it was that deadly combination that made it so intoxicating, but I was way past caring at this point.

I was too drunk to refuse, too drunk to stop myself from leaning into him. I was too drunk to not like the way his mouth moved on mine. It was slow, hot and addictive, and I wanted more. No, I needed it.

Every nerve in my body was alive, screaming at me to pull back, to stop , to think. But my fingers were already tangled in his dark hair. My body responded in ways I didn't expect, like it didn't care about consequences. Just pure sensation and pleasure.

I was still knee deep into it all, when I heard it. A click, the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door locking.

"We wouldn't want your brother interrupting now, would we?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was snug and intimate, and I shivered.

I froze, but I wasn't sure if it was how my body tingled thanks to his voice, or the possibility of what locking the door behind him meant.

He lifted me in one swift movement, before placing me on the sink like I weighed nothing. The porcelain was cold beneath my thighs, despite the jeans that hugged my legs, but his hands were warm. They were everywhere at once, coaxing , teasing, kneading and learning me like a map he planned on memorizing.

My heart pounded loudly against my ribs, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. I wasn't sure what was happening anymore. I didn't know what part of me was thinking, what part of me was drunk, and what part of me just wanted him.

He moved like he knew what he was doing, like he knew exactly how to unravel me, and it turned me on all the more.

"You've never done this before,have you?"his breath fanned my cheek, while his fingers brushed the hem of my top.

I shook my head slowly, and a cheeky grin made its way to my face.

Without so much as another word, he pulled open my zipper, before pulling down the rest of my pants. The air from the window nipped at my skin, and goosebumps formed instantly.

"You'll be so tight around me." His voice dropped to a low whisper. "I can almost feel it. Taste it even."

I didn't get a chance to react or speak, as his fingers trailed up my thighs. The movement was slow and deliberate and I squirmed on my makeshift seat. The more he inched closer, the more my breath hitched in my throat. Wetness pooled in between my thighs, and I could already smell my own arousal. He smirked as his fingers grazed my panty line.

Suddenly, the choice to wear a lacy set didn't sound too embarrassing. With so much dexterity he pulled it to the side, and shoved a finger inside me. I moaned out loud as pleasure burst through me. My vision blurred, and it didn't help that he was still going. He moved his finger in a circular motion, like he was exploring my insides. His grin widened, and I could tell he enjoyed seeing me that way. He enjoyed the fact that I was at his mercy.

"Do you like that?" He growled in my ear. He nipped at me earlobe, and I shamelessly offered my neck to him. "Fuck, you're so tight. Do you think we can slip another finger in there?"

I didn't think, I just nodded, and another wave of ecstasy pulsed through my body. Stars clouded my vision, and my stomach churned in excitement. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, and my fingers dug into the sink beneath me. I writhed in pleasure with a hint of pain, sweet, sweet pain. I climbed higher and higher, the pleasure ladder, and just when I thought I'd gotten to the top, he pulled away from me.

I gasped, in equal parts shock and equal parts want. A whine hung on the tip of my tongue, but the intense stare he gave me was all it took to have me frozen in my spot.

Slowly, he reached for my hand. Sparks buzzed where our skin touched, but before I could make sense of it, he guided my hand to the fly of his pants. The moment my parents came in contact with the huge bulge he was hiding, my throat ran dry completely.

"Do you like this?" He wasn't referring to my hand on his cock, but everything in general. It was exhilarating, and even my body would betray me if I tried to say no. "Do you want me to stop?"

Even in a million years, I didn't see that question coming. Why would he want to stop?

"You have tears in your eyes." he responded, almost as if he could hear my thoughts. "If you don't like it, I can..."

"No." My response came out faster than I expected. A blush followed the action, but he didn't seem to mind. "I don't want you to stop."

"Why are you crying then?" His voice washed over me, and my cheeks heated up all the more. A part of me knew he already knew the answer, but he probably got turned on by seeing me flustered.

"I..." again, he didn't let me speak, because his hands came against my thigh. Gently, he pushed my legs wider, before pulling me closer towards him. I had no idea what he was about to do, but the moment his head dipped, I knew.

His lips found my entrance, and he licked at it. Once, twice. I writhed over the sink, but his hands held me firm. He lapped at my core like a man possessed, and my hands found their way into his hair. I tugged at it, and as he groaned against me, the vibrations sent me back to cloud nine and back.

"Argh." My moans shot past my lips and hit the roof, but he didn't relent. He sucked at my clit, and the fact that my own arousal hit me square in the nose did something to my insides. "Please.."

"Come for me, you little slut." Heaven knows I would have frowned had these words been used to me on a normal day. But this wasn't a regular day. It could easily be one of the best days of my life. "ride my mouth."

.

I wasn't sure what he meant, so I pushed myself deeper into his face. He groaned in response, so I took that as a sign that I'd done it right. We went on for what seemed like forever, until a tidal wave of pleasure hit me where I least expected it. I was barely done riding out the high of it all when he pulled me down from the sink.

I felt naked and tried to cover myself, but he wasn't having it. His hands found mine, before locking them behind me. He shoved me against the mirror, as he bent me over the sink. My heart raced, not in fear, but in anticipation of what was coming. I hadn't done this before, but it was safe to say I was excited.

The sound of a zipper unzipping reached my ears, and I snuck a peek behind me to see him doing away with his pants. The bulge I'd touched some moments back sprung forward to reveal a giant cock. It was the first one I'd seen, and shocked couldn't even begin to describe what I felt. His length throbbed violently and I didn't miss the veins that surrounded him.

"Ready, princess?" He whispered into my ear. His palm collided against the curve of my ass, and I shuddered. "It's going to hurt a little."

I nodded, just before pressing my eyes shut. He eased into me so easily and a groan pierced through the night. He rammed into me from behind over and over again. Pain bloomed in my centre, but it didn't last long. Pleasure replaced it in an instant and I found myself clutching the side of the sink.

My arousal filled the bathroom and the sound of skin slapping against skin drowned the music coming from the house. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, as he fisted my hair in his hands. He tugged my scalp towards him, just to place a sloppy kiss against my ear and the corner of my mouth.

"You feel so good!" His voice was strained. "You feel soo fucking good."

His other hand snaked around my body,just to find my nipple. He fondled my breasts like he owned them. My nipples were taut from his touch, but I craved more. I wanted more. His length stretched every inch of my walls and with each thrust, I could feel his cock hitting my lower belly.

Stars clouded my vision, and my body tingled with ecstasy. I was this close to bursting from pleasure and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"Do you want to come?" He whispered in my ears, and I nodded. "Tell me you want to come."

"I do." my voice was strained. "I want to come."

That did it. With a loud grunt he pushed into me than usual. The clapping sound grew louder and as we cried out, I felt him shoot his load into me.

My breaths came out jagged, but it didn't stop the smile that made its way to my lips. I pressed my eyes shut as I allowed what I'd just done to wash over me. I allowed myself a couple of minutes to myself, but even though I wasn't sure what came next, I definitely wasn't looking forward to the silence that had washed over the bathroom.

My eyes widened the moment I realized I wasn't the only one in the bathroom. Whatever happiness I felt earlier disappeared immediately. A pang filled my chest, and tears stung my eyes. Instead of letting them fall, I picked up what was left of my clothes and dignity. I made sure I was dressed, before heading out to the party again.

"Let's go Liam." I found both boys lounging in the corner. I didn't so much as wait for them to come around before heading to the car and driving us home.

A small part of me had thought that I would feel better by the time I woke up, but I really was mistaken. I'd made a stupid decision last night and it had cost me the one thing I managed to pride myself on. I didn't mean to sound rude, but right now, there literally wasn't a difference between me and the other girls at school.

As I prepared for the school day, I made a mental note to avoid Liam. It was going to be hard, but since I'd sworn to do so, I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it happened. He was the reason for all of this. If I hadn't gone to the party last night, then none of this would have happened. I was even more pissed that he was able to convince me to leave the house.

"Never again." I swore under my breath. "never again would I be influenced to do something as absurd as that"

"Hey, Ava." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Liam stood at the entrance to my room as he spoke, but I didn't dare cast him a glance. "Um, thanks for driving us back home last night. I was so wasted that I didn't...."

I didn't let him finish. I didn't need to. I stormed past him, and even as he called after me, I flatly ignored him. The ride to school was quiet since I was the only one, but I let it be. I didn't even have the zeal to carry on. As the clock ticked by, a part of me couldn't wait for the closing bell to chime.

Once I was done with the last class, then all of my dreams for the day would come true.

"Good afternoon, class." I'd barely settled into chemistry class, my favorite, when the teacher walked in. "Today, we have a new student joining us. Please come in."

I raised my head from my notebook, and the moment I did, I wish I hadn't. Just standing in front of the bathroom, was him. The guy from last night.

Oh no.