Ava's PoV
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked with genuine concern as I rushed to his side, offering my support to help him stand properly. It was clear that he was heavily intoxicated, his unsteady movements and excessive sweating giving it away. My goodness, why did he suddenly get so drunk?
"Fuck, you see? If you had drank that drink, you'll end up being drunk instantly since it's pretty strong alcohol," he slurred, struggling to speak coherently. I realized I didn't have my phone with me. I think I'll just send him back to his room.
"Stop talking, I'll bring you back to your room so you better not pass out," I said firmly, trying to keep him focused. Surprisingly, he managed to stand up properly and looked around, his drunken state giving him an endearing air of a protective bodyguard.
"Who's gonna pass out? They might take you away from me if I pass out," he mumbled, and I couldn't help but laugh. Despite his wobbly state, he was undeniably cute. Taking care of him when he was drunk was nothing new to me, and I found his honesty and vulnerability amusing everytime. He clung to me, holding onto my shoulder for support, whispering bunch of nonsense.
"Who's going to take me away from you?" I asked playfully, trying to keep him awake until we reached his room. It would be troublesome if he passed out here, I'm not that strong to carry him around.
"William," he blurted out, leaving me stunned. I had expected him to mention the guy from the restobar earlier, but how did William suddenly mentioned in the discussion?
"Why so sudden?" I asked, genuinely curious about his thoughts. He gazed into my eyes and gently cupped my cheeks with both hands, sandwiching my face between his palms.
"Because that guy is looking at you with those eyes" he paused."I don't like it at all. I'm a man, so I know it well," he slurred, his words mixed with a hint of possessiveness.
"William doesn't have romantic feelings for me; he's just a fan. Additionally, he has also mistaken his own feelings" I said, brushing off his hands away from my face.
"You know what?" he began, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "I remember him now. He's that loser guy from five years ago, the one whom..." His voice trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished.
"What?" I asked but he seemed about to puke now!
"Whatever, Ezra, just walk properly," I replied, trying to steer him in the right direction. After a few minutes of stumbling, we finally reached his room. He continued to mutter incomprehensible words, and I couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Don't you dare go out with William... I'll be mad...bluugh!," he suddenly warned, his voice raspy but before I could react, he vomited on me, completely catching me off guard.
"Eww! Gross!" I quickly placed him on his bed and rushed out to clean myself up. However, this drunken bastard managed to grab my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong.
"Don't go," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. I tried to pull my wrist back, but his grip remained firm.
"I'll just take a quick shower. Look, you just puked on me!" I reasoned, pointing the puke on my body. Before letting me go, he smiled like a madman.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked, puzzled at the amused expression on his face.
"Go" He said and lay down on his bed, remaining oddly quiet. This is how he was when he's drunk. I prodded his cheek gently but received no response. I think, he had fallen asleep. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at his body, and my goodness, my sinful eyes, he's fucking incredibly sexy. I adjusted the temperature in the room to ensure he had a comfortable rest before making my way back to my own room.
Upon entering my room, I quickly shed my clothes. Despite my deep affection for him, puke was puke and it's fucking gross. Hastily, I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower, allowing the comforting water to wash over me. With each drop, I reflected on the day's events.
Realization dawned on me that I had narrowly escaped trouble earlier, thanks to Ezra's I'm saved, why did I trust that handsome foreigner in the first place? I'm fucking idiot. Ezra truly was my savior, always coming to my rescue. Memories flooded back of him rescuing me when my parachute malfunctioned during skydiving last year, I owed him a lot, truly. Maybe that's why I love him so much.
Completing my shower, I realized I had forgotten to bring a towel. Hastily, I attempted to dry off as best I could before exiting the bathroom.
"Are you done?" Ezra asked, and I nodded in response. In a sudden realization, I quickly looked around, and to my surprise, he was actually here in my room.
"Why are you ...here?" I asked, my voice filled with surprise as my eyes lied on his tight... Fuck why on earth he's masturbating in my room?
He met my gaze with a smirk, his expression mischievous as he taunted me. But what truly surprised me was his next statement, provocative and daring.
"Do like it?" He asked and gently rubbing his d***k. Why the hell is he acting like this? He wasn't like this before. Is it because of the damn alcohol or is there something in it? Fuck, he's so damn sexy that I can't take my eyes off him!
"You're making my eyes sinful, Ezra," I said and he laughed.
" Suck it Ava" he said with his raspy voice as he kept stroking his d***k. Fuck, I can feel my body reacting lewdly. Concerned about the possibility of our friends interrupting us, I reminded him, "Aubrey might come in later."
"Unlike you, I have a hobby of locking the door. They'll knock before entering," he assured me, a hint of playfulness in his voice. Wow... unbelievable.
"But you have a habit of entering my room without knocking first, huh?" I sarcastically remarked. However, instead of answering, he unbuttoned his clothes and widened his thighs, causing his cock stand up proudly.
"Come on, Ava. I'm really turned on by the sight of your naked body," he said, and damn... I had completely forgotten about that! This is fucking crazy but.... I'm getting excited too..
"I... Just make it quick, okay?" I said and I saw him bit his lips. I found myself kneeling in front of his cock once again.
I pleasured him by sucking his cock, skillfully using my tongue to find the spot that elicited a satisfying response from him.
"Hah... Fuck, you're so good, Ava," he exclaimed, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and embarrassment. I glanced at him and saw that he was truly enjoying what I'm doing now so I suck it deeper. He even took the opportunity to tease and pinch my nipples, driving me wild here.
Why does it feel like doing this stuff with him is becoming our new normal, even though we both know it's so damn wrong? He's deceiving Isabella, the person he supposedly loves, and I keep letting him have his way with me, even though I know it's just pure lust. But what the hell can I do? When it comes to him, I can't help but crave more.
"You're quite sensitive, Ava," he teased me, gripping on my chest becoming more forceful as he massaged it. It was painful, but strangely, it only heightened my excitement. In response, I suck him deep into my mouth, allowing him to reach my throat. I watched as he moaned with satisfaction and it made me satisfied too.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, Ava," he suddenly apologized, catching me off guard. Confused, I looked at him, but before I could react, he forcefully grabbed my hair and thrust his cock hard. I struggled to breathe, but... I couldn't deny that I was enjoying it immensely. Just a few seconds later, he reached the peak of his pleasure and released a substantial amount of fluid onto my face. He watched as I licked some of it off my lips. It... tasted neither good nor bad. It just a semen...
"Does it hurt?" he asked, and I shook my head in response.
"I'm fine. Now, go back to your room before someone sees us like this," I said, and he frowned. What do you want now?
"We're not done, though," he insisted, leaning closer to me. Before I could react, he lifted me and placed me on his lap with my leg widely open.
"W-What are you doing?" I asked, but I couldn't help but moan quietly when I felt his cock brushing against mine. He held onto my butt and gently pressed me against him.
"Hnnggh," I couldn't help but moan. He hadn't even entered me yet, but it felt like I was about to cum now. Am I a fucking whore or something? It's embarrassing.
"See? You're so wet, Ava. You enjoy this too, don't you?" he seductively whispered, sending shivers down my spine as his fingers explored my body.
"Stop it... Ughh!!"
"You're secretly naughty, Ava, you're squeezing me tightly now" he whispered in my ear, teasing me with his fingers inside me. I held onto him and bit him to stifle my loud moans, as I was losing control. His breath and touch were driving me wild.
"Stop... ugh... please... They might see us," I pleaded, but instead of listening, he inserted two fingers and aggressively thrust them inside. He kissed me, and I eagerly kissed him back, hooking each other's tongue passionately until he kissed my neck down to my chest.
"Do you still want me to stop?" he asked while sucking on my nipples passionately. My goodness, I was losing my mind. I didn't know what to think anymore, but all I knew was that... I didn't want him to leave now, I fucking want him. I held onto him, hiding my face in shame.
"Tell me what you want me to do" he said as he keep thrusting his fingers inside me.
"Fuck me, Ezra," I whispered, and I saw him smirk.
"Heh... you're so damn sexy, Ava," he lewdly said as he made me bend over and thrust into me from behind. Damn, he's so fucking...deep.
To be continued...