Knox
“Your body is unreal, you should be on the pages of Playgirl,” Avery says, her voice somehow even huskier and more sultry than normal. She pauses, and says, “You were right, you really know what you’re doing.”
“Stop trying so hard.”
I don’t know what I want her to say, but I don’t need false flattery. I just want to hear her talk.
Avery swallows hard, and I move a little faster in her. My cock has never been so happy. It’s so much better to be able to take my time than it is to bend a nameless woman over my car for a quick fuck.
“I wasn’t,” she whispers.
“I thought you didn’t approve of me,” I tease, pressing my cheek a little harder against hers.
“I most definitely approve of this. You’re some kind of dream.”
“Better than you imagined than when you were thinking of me while you touched yourself?”
“Holy fuck, yes.”
“Yeah, same here.”
She adjusts her hips, taking me in deeper. Avery stops talking, but I keep thrusting, each one makes her moan in my ear. My balls are a tingling fucking mess, and I don’t know how much longer I can deny myself. But I need to make her come again.
“This time when you scream, scream my name,” I say, my voice firm.
Avery clamps her legs over mine, tilting her hips further. Her hands are hooked around my shoulders, and her fingernails dig deeper and harder into my skin. I keep thrusting into her, my cheek tight against hers.
Her whole body tenses underneath me, her legs and arms fix around me with all her strength. She’s close, and I grind myself into her, rubbing against her clit as I move.
“Oh, fuck, Knox. Knox!” she yells beside my ear as her fingers claw down my back.
Oh God, her voice calling my name.
I grunt as a shudder rushes up my back, and I fill the condom with cum.
My lungs heave, and I breathe heavy through my mouth to refill them. Avery relaxes her limbs and flops them on the bed.
I don’t want to leave her yet. I prop myself over her on my elbows, and brush my lips against hers.
Neither of us says anything for a few moments. When my heart rate calms down, I look at her. Avery looks up at me, biting her bottom lip.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing.”
“I’m just really glad you came up with this idea,” she says.
“I don’t know. I think I’m going to get a lot less work done, since I’ll be over here so much.”
She throws her head back, laughing, and I press my lips against her exposed neck. Unable to help myself, I kiss down it to the fleshy bit where it joins her shoulder and suck it hard into my mouth. I don’t normally leave my mark, but Avery needs one.
My new fuck toy.
“Stop it. You’re bad,” she says, but doesn’t do anything to stop me.
I move my mouth higher up her neck, and give her another hickey. She’s going to be wearing scarves in her videos this week, all because of me. I give her two more, not believing she’s letting me.
Satisfied, I hold the condom and pull out of her, set it on her bedside table, and lie beside her. The bed bows under our weight, forcing us tight against each other.
“Should we get Darla to babysit again tomorrow?” she asks.
I don’t answer. Part of me is filled with guilt over what we’re doing. Lying to Piper so I could come fuck the neighbor probably isn’t the best parenting in the world.
On the other hand, a man has needs, and I can probably be a better father if I’m not suffering from blue balls all the time. I could’ve gotten her a babysitter for the classic car drives, but after seeing Avery and watching her videos, that lost all appeal.
I’d have to imagine any woman bent over my car was Avery. And I’m not that pathetic.
But we have to be careful. Piper must never find out about our arrangement.
“Too risky,” I say, however much I want to.
“You mean we have to wait till Monday?” she says, her eyes roving over my face.
I laugh, cup her cheek, as say, “The night is young.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to go home until at least midnight. Darla won’t care.”
“Yep.”
I relax back into the bed, the shift in my weight bringing Avery even closer to me, and our bodies overlap. With her head on my shoulder, we rest. Her nipples are hard, and I mindlessly circle them with my thumb.
This is good. Comfortable. Like dinner was comfortable, and hanging out with her afterwards. Though it’s much easier to be in her presence when I can touch her at will.
My back starts to ache from this shitty mattress.
“This bed is shit,” I say, sitting up.
“I told you to go in the other room.”
“It was worth it,” I say, and get off the bed.
“What are you doing?” she says, her voice alarmed.
“Just looking.”
I move to the back wall, the one never shown in her videos. The shelves are full of sex-related products. I ignore them, I have no use for any of them. It’s the lingerie rack I want to see.
The rack is wedged between the shelves and the lighting. As I move closer, something on the shelf catches my attention. Used concert ticket stubs. I pick them up, curious to know what she saw.
I’m taken aback for a moment. They’re for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, my favorite band. I’d wanted to go, Marcus got us tickets, but I couldn’t find a good babysitter for Piper and had to miss it.
And Avery got to go.
“That was for their concert last year. It was an awesome show, but then the Chilies are an awesome band,” she says.
“Sure are,” I say, and toss the tickets back on the shelf.
I turn my attention to the clothing rack. All sorts of lingerie are packed onto it. Slutty stuff, cutesy stuff. Lots of stuff I want her to put on for me of both types. She could do a fashion show for me right here.
I don’t ask why she has all this stuff since I already know the answer, and I don’t want her to know I know. She doesn’t volunteer anything either.
“You should wear this for me next time,” I say, holding up a hanger with a blue satin corset on it. There are no bra cups on it, so I could watch her tits bounce and swing as she rode me. Plus it’s blue, her best color. “Yeah, definitely wear this.”
I continue riffling through it, looking for other things I want her to wear most. Avery appears at my side, in front of the shelf. She reaches into a box and pulls something out.
“Only if you wear this,” she says, holding up a yellow thing.
“What’s that?”
Avery spreads it between her fingers, and the shape of a giraffe becomes clear.
“A banana hammock. You put your dick in the neck, and when it’s hard, the giraffe’s neck stands tall,” she says, trying not to laugh.
“No fucking chance,” I say, laughing.
She lets her laugh out, and I turn into her, pulling her against me, both of us still laughing.