Hateful Saint by Ivy Blake

Chapter Twelve

Ava

I got a craving for Cheetos and chocolate, so went down to the grocery store to pick up my snacks. Mom was out with friends, so she couldn’t see me creeping out in my pyjamas because I couldn’t be bothered to get changed. Plus, they were so comfy, so it would have been a crime to take them off.

Even though it was dark outside, it was only 6pm, so I felt safe enough walking around on my own. Especially since the town was pretty quiet anyway- mind the people coming back from work.

As I scouted the aisles and put more snacks in my basket than I had initially set out to get, I replayed the time I’d spent with Harrison in my head.

Seeing him in person had been nerve-wracking, but really nice. It was also nice to know that he was actually real because I could see Mom in him, not just from the way he looked (we both had her eyes) but even from some of the mannerisms he had. It was hard to put my finger on what exactly, but there was no way that Mom could deny that they were related.

I felt the presence of someone nearby and looked up to see a middle-aged man watching me. I stared back at him and when he didn’t look away- as he fucking should-I walked down the aisle and towards the checkout. What a weirdo.

I paid for my things and checked the time on my phone as I walked outside. I rounded the corner of the grocery shop, ready to set foot on the path that would lead me back home, when a deep gravelly voice interrupted my thoughts.

“A girl like you probably shouldn’t be out here alone,” said the voice. I turned around to see the same man from the grocery shop standing behind me, his gross face lit up by the streetlights. My mind wandered back to Sophie recounting the story of everything that had happened between Megan and Austin’s stepdad. Don’t tell me this guy is part of his fan club.

“Well, you shouldn’t be following people you don’t know,” I shot back, giving him my dirtiest look even though I knew it would probably be safer to act politely. Before I could turn away and walk off, he closed the gap between us.

“Let’s get to know each other, then,” he said, far too close for comfort.

“I’d rather not,” I said, looking around to see if anyone was witnessing this creep’s behaviour.

“Aw come on, don’t be one of those girls.” The man lurched towards me, and I nearly dropped my things as I tried to dodge his grasp.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” I shouted, suddenly feeling trapped as I realised that he’d probably try to follow me if I started walking home. The grocery shop was only a few feet behind us, but I had to get past the fucker and it didn’t look like he was going to let that happen.

“You have a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl,” he chuckled lecherously. I watched as he licked his bottom lip and felt the bile rising in my throat.

Why were men so fucking disgusting?

It didn’t even matter that I was literally wearing my pyjamas, this prick was still harassing me!

“And you have a lot of fucking nerve thinking you can talk to my girlfriend like that.” Girlfriend?

As if he’d come out of nowhere, Ross had joined me and the man, and while I hated to admit it, I felt relief wash over my body. The man chuckled and looked Ross up and down.

“We were just chatting,” he said in his slimy voice.

“You must be deaf, an idiot or a fucking creep to see she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Ross said, this time shoving the man hard on the chest. The man shoved him back automatically, and the two started brawling.

“Stop!” I shouted, annoyed that toxic masculinity was getting in the way of my well-earned evening alone. Ross’s head snapped to me and for a moment he looked animalistic, his lips bared over his teeth in anger. He had the man squirming in a headlock against his chest.

“He’s not worth it,” I said, pleading with my eyes for him to stop. I watched as some of the tension in Ross’s body oozed out. Ross dropped the man to the ground and walked over to me, snaking his arm around my waist.

“Stay the fuck away from her or you’ll regret it,” Ross spat on the ground beside the man, who was groaning as he got up. He was muttering curses under his breath, but Ross had pulled me away in the other direction and I was glad that I couldn’t hear the filth that was coming out of that creep’s mouth.

“You okay?” he asked me once we were alone.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me,” I muttered.

Even though I was glad to be away from that weirdo, I was still annoyed by the situation. I hated feeling weak or like I needed help. But at the same time, I was glad that Ross had been there to get me out of that situation. It was a Catch 22.

“I bet you would have taken on that dickhead without me, huh?” Ross said sarcastically. He had a point, but I hated being wrong. I’d come out to get some snacks and now here I was dealing with the pitfalls of patriarchy.

“Whatever, I just wanna go home,” I said. Even though Ross had practically seen me naked, it still felt weird that he was seeing me in my pyjamas.

“I’m coming with you,” said Ross. We crossed the road together and walked towards my house before I could protest.

* * *

We went straight to my room with no Mom to trap us in conversation.

“So I’m guessing you wanna steal some of my snacks, don’t you,” I asked coyly. I’d set everything down on my bedside table and stood in front of Ross, my hands pressed against his chest.

“It’s not your snacks I want,” Ross purred. I could see mischief dancing in his eyes as he moved his hands to my waist.

“No?” I breathed, our lips mere inches apart.

“Fuck.” The word was barely out of his mouth before we pounced on each other.

Ross’s hands were squeezing my ass as we kissed each other furiously. I just wanted him, in his entirety. I helped Ross take off his shirt before we tumbled onto my bed.

Ross gave me one of his wicked smirks before lowering himself on top of me. His tongue quickly found mine before he began trailing kisses down my neck and down my chest before he reached my crotch area.

“I love these, but they’ve got to come off,” he said, gesturing to my pyjama pants.

“Please,” I breathed, my clit twinging from the memory of Ross eating my pussy when I sat on his face.

“Good girl.” Ross pulled off my pants and tossed them on the floor. I sat up and soon my pyjama top was also on the ground.

“Fuck, Ava, you’re so sexy,” Ross breathed. His pupils had dilated, and I almost wanted to hide away from his intense gaze. Before I could respond with something stupid or awkward, Ross had pulled me towards him again, this time burying his face between my boobs.

He nuzzled them affectionately, gently kissing one as he palmed the other. My nipples grew hard in seconds and my back arched with anticipation as I waited for him to rip off my bra. As if he could read my mind, Ross reached behind me and unclasped my bra, allowing my swollen breasts to fall out.

“Fucking hell!” he growled before taking one in his mouth. A moan escaped my throat and without having to worry about being overheard, I allowed myself to relax as Ross’s tongue and lips worked their magic on my rock hard nipples and my breasts.

My hand had been cradling the back of Ross’s head as he worked his magic, but it quickly found its way to his crotch where his rock hard erection was waiting for me.

Ross’s eyes locked on me as I grabbed his dick through his pants, his eyes rolling back in his head as I gently teased him.

“You like that?” I whispered smugly as I fumbled with his zipper.

“Yes,” said Ross. He took over and slipped his pants off quickly, exposing his throbbing cock that clearly wanted to break out of his boxers.

“That’s all for you,” he said with a smirk when he noticed me checking out his bulge.

“You expect me to take all that?” I teased, even though I couldn’t wait for him to fill me up.

“You’re gonna take it all for me, Ava,” he purred. Ross began kissing down my thighs, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. His lips set my skin on fire as he slowly made his way to my pussy. My lacy thong had lost out to the tsunami that had begun down there. I’d never gotten this wet for someone, but clearly Ross made my body do things I never knew it was capable of doing.

“I love seeing your legs shake,” Ross chuckled as he slowly peeled my thong off of me. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be struggling to walk.”

His words and his fingers rubbing circles into my clit sent more heat coursing through my body. I didn’t know how much I could take before I just sat on his dick myself. Ross increased the pressure, my pussy throbbing as he hit all the right spots.

“Are you ready for me, Ava?” Ross’s eyes were on me, lit up with ferocious intensity. I’d never been so sure of something.

“I am,” I breathed. Ross pulled out a condom and rolled it onto his dick. He slowly lowered himself on top of me, holding me close with his strong arms, and started kissing me again. Ross guided his dick into me and as he sucked on my bottom lip, he slowly pushed his dick into my pussy, making me moan from the mix of pleasure and pain.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear as he slowly coaxed himself in. A shiver went down my spine as I felt myself spreading around his girth.

“Fuck,” I breathed. Ross growled, the animal instinct taking over again, and started increasing his pace. He pumped his dick in and out of me, heat emanating from both our bodies. I met each of his thrusts with my own, moaning each time he slid back into me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. I’d never had sex this intense and this good.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ross moaned and by the way his body was quivering, I could tell that he was getting close to orgasm.

“I want to ride you until you cum,” I breathed into his ear.

“Fuck yes!” Ross exclaimed, pulling himself out of me. We swapped positions, and he lay on the bed, looking up at me with the most adoring eyes. It was like I was the only other person that existed, and I felt the same way about him. All my worries melted away when I was with Ross. Even when he was pinning me down and fucking me hard, I still felt so safe and loved.

I gave Ross a seductive smile as I slowly lowered myself onto his firm dick. I held my breath as my pussy spread around him, holding onto his shoulders for support. Ross fondled my boobs as I started rocking my hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Ava, you’re trying to kill me,” he moaned as he looked up at me in awe.

“Maybe that’s the aim,” I teased as I started grinding faster. Our bodies fit so perfectly together, it was unreal. Ross’s grip on my body grew tighter as he edged closer to orgasm.

“I want us to cum together,” he said breathlessly. I nodded at him and continued fucking him, even though it was getting too intense. My orgasm was definitely near. My hands dug into Ross’s back as I felt myself unraveling from my orgasm. The pulsing from his cock inside of me, as well as his violent shakes, told me that he was also coming undone. After our bodies had calmed down from the incredibly intense orgasm, Ross and I collapsed next to each other in my bed.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, pulling me closer to his body so that he could plant a kiss on my head.

“You’re welcome,” I said smugly, snuggling into his side.

“There was a lot of buildup,” Ross chuckled.

“You’ve got that fucking right,” I said before planting a kiss on his lips.

“You still wanna watch your show?” Ross asked when we finally pulled away. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I suppose we did have a lot of missed time to catch up on.

“Sure, but you gotta be out before Mom gets back.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“I don’t want her asking questions,” I said, stretching out my body.

“We could just tell her the truth,” Ross said pointedly.

“And what’s that?” I looked into his pale eyes as he searched for his answer.

“That we’re dating, I guess,” he said with a nervous smile.

“Dating? Us? But you never asked,” I said in faux shock. Ross rolled his eyes at me and started tickling me. I begged him to stop, and he eventually did. But not until he had pinned me down and licked my forehead. Cute but gross.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Ross asked after a moment, this time in a serious voice. My heart skipped a bit at the sound of the words that I’d never thought I’d hear from his mouth.

“Are you sure?” I blurted out, unable to hide my shock.

“Nah, I’d rather go back to taunting you,” Ross said with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, I have been missing that,” I said sarcastically.

“Of course I’m sure. I want you to be my girlfriend, Ava,” Ross said gently. He rest his head on my chest and looked up at me with soft eyes. I stroked his head with my hand as a smile took over my face.

“Yes, but you have to be fully dressed before you see my Mom,” I said.

“Aw, but it’s more fun this way,” Ross whined while kissing my neck.

“I’m being serious,” I giggled.

“We’ll see,” said Ross, that mischievous glint in his eyes once again.