Spoilers! (Mavi)

Chapter 28: Control*

I kept thinking back to Avi's anger on the train and how attractive it was. Why didn't he ever take charge in the bedroom? I looked over at Avi, who was eating popcorn out of a bowl he had balanced on my bellybutton. I propped up on my elbows, which caught Avi's attention.

"Can we talk about something?"

"Does it have anything to do with the snacks you almost spilled?" He hugged the bowl to his chest stuffed a small handful of chips into his mouth. I rolled my eyes and sat the rest of the way up.

"Not at all. Do you remember the conversation we had about you taking charge?"

"I wouldn't call a singular sentence from you a conversation, Mitchie." He sat the bowl of chips down on the table.

"That's not what it was!"

"You're right. It was a paragraph. I didn't get to say anything in response."

"You had plenty of time, but if you're so adamant that you didn't, say it now."

"Fine. I don't take charge because you move very quickly and I have very little time to turn things around."

"That's not true! Is it? Did I force you?"

"Do you think I would have let you force me?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm stronger than you!" Avi popped up to his feet, as if that was intimidating.

"Then what stopped you from taking control before?" I stood up right in front of him and folded my arms. "Well?"

"We're not having this conversation."

"And why the hell not?"

He turned to walk towards my room and I followed behind him. "I said we're not."

"Hey!" I grabbed his shoulder only to have my back pushed against the wall. Avi had his forearm against my chest and looked deep into my eyes with this anger I hadn't seen before. We'd had fights in the past, but this one was different. He slapped his hands on the wall beside my head and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"Avi."

"What," he spat with a popped "t".

"Is it bad that I'm turned on right now?"

"Probably." He took a deep breath and pulled away from me with the same anger plastered on his face. Avi pulled his loose hair back and walked in a small circle around the living room before rushing back to me and pinning me against the wall with his body. I wrapped my arms around his waist, but he pushed them away and kissed me roughly. He had a bunch of the front of my shirt in his hand and used it to pull and push me until I fell back on my bed.

"Sit up."

I did as he told me. He unfastened his pants and stepped out of them, kicking them back towards my bathroom. Without another word, he stepped in front of me and folded his arms. He knew what he wanted didn't need to be said. I looked up at him, but all I could see was his bright green eyes, clouded with anger. Why was this a turn on?

I took him into my mouth, like I usually did, but he grabbed my head and thrust himself into my mouth. He was being careful, yet still somehow forceful. I put my hand on his stomach and looked up at him, but he was preoccupied. He pushed me back suddenly and grabbed some lube out of my bedside table drawer.

"Turn over."

"I'm still wearing-"

"I didn't ask you that. I said turn over."

Again, I did as I was asked. Avi pulled my shorts and underwear off and pressed a lubed finger inside me before I could step out of them. He was very conflicting in his actions. He was strong and forceful, yet he was being very gentle when it came to my body. There were a few seconds where I couldn't feel him behind me, then suddenly yet still gently he was entering me. While I was prepared, there was still a slight amount of pressure that my body needed to adjust to, and Avi seemed to recognize that. He took the extra time to capture one of my arms behind me and to lean his weight on me, pressing me against my mattress.

I hadn't bottomed in a while and he hadn't topped in probably the same amount of time and we both could tell. Thankfully, this didn't change the quality of Avi's performance. He began his rough and even thrusts paired with his low deep grunts, but Avi wasn't the type to just give you what you wanted; he was a teaser. He stopped and took a few steps away from me. I looked back to say something to him, but before the first word was fully shaped with my mouth he held his hand up.

"Don't say a damn thing."

I felt a chill run down my spine. He was using that voice of his as an advantage. Quickly, I turned back around and lied my head back down on the bed. Avi closed my room door, which I hadn't realized was still open, and walked back over behind me. I couldn't see him without moving and I wasn't sure if he wanted me to do that. Just like the first time, he entered me without much warning, but my body was prepared for it this time. He could have his way without my body complaining, and he didn't hesitate.

He held my arm the same way he had the first time and pumped into me. He had absolutely no trouble finding the sensitive places on my body and he abused it. I tried to push back toward him with my free arm, but he knocked me back down and drilled me into the side of my bed. My legs were buckling underneath me yet Avi still had more to give. He released my arm and grabbed my hips, pulling me back into each quick thrust he made. I hadn't realized how loud I was until I heard Avi grunt behind me. He was moaning about as loud as he usually did, but I could barely hear him over myself. I cursed and slammed my fist into the mattress before Avi leaned his body over mine. His breath danced across the back of my sweaty neck. The cool breeze on my open pores was almost as magical as everything he was doing to my body. I grabbed fistfuls of my blanket and released so hard I had to lie still for a moment while Avi ran around cleaning and whatever else he did.

Avi toweled off my back and rolled me over to get my front before cleaning the spot on the floor I'd dirtied. He moved me up to my pillow and sat down next to me, patting my hair.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. What was all that?"

He looked so bashful. "I'm sorry."

"You never have to be sorry for that." I held my arms out towards him and he cuddled against me. Still in the heat of the moment, he turned me over and made me the little spoon. "Oh. Sorry, Daddy."

"Stop..."

I laughed and snuggled into him. "I really liked that."

"Yeah? I wasn't sure how far to go."

"I could tell."

"I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Like I wouldn't stop you if you did."

"You'd have bit me..."

"I have bit you."

"My point."

We both shared in a laugh before I could feel my eyelids fighting to be together. Avi was saying something, but by the time he'd finished saying it, I was too far-gone to respond. Before I knew it, I was asleep.