Knox
Deep inside her, I run my hand over the curve of Avery’s waist, hips and ass before settling on grabbing her waist. I hold her in place as I move in and out of her, my balls slapping against her lips.
I can’t fucking believe she lay there like that and let me shave her. Every last bit. I took my time and she didn’t even care. Judging by her moaning, she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Except she probably didn’t realize the real reason I wanted to shave her. There’s no way she did. Avery would’ve said something if she knew I knew about her vlogs.
I can’t wait to see what she says about it in her next video. Wearing a scarf to hide the hickeys.
My heart hammers against my ribcage as I pound into her. Shit, I hope I don’t bruise her knees. She’s not complaining, anyway.
Avery reaches back and cups my balls. They tingle like crazy against her skin, and she rolls them in her palm. Fuck me. Fuck her. This is too good.
I keep pounding into her, forcing more and more moans from her. The sound of them sending shudders down my back. As much as I love pounding into her from behind, I need more of her calling my name.
I stop moving, lean my body over hers, and say, “We’re going on the bed.”
“Let’s go on the other one, the mattress is so much better. That one sucks too much,” she says, her voice breathy but pleading.
As much fun as fucking her in this room is, that mattress is utter shit.
“Fine,” I say.
Avery moves to crawl away from me, but I tighten my grip and thrust into her again. And again. I’m not done doing this yet.
I rub my hand over the fleshiest part of her ass, marking a target, and swat it.
“Ah,” she moans.
“Did you like that?” I ask her.
She says nothing but lets out another moan that goes straight to my cock.
Her pussy tightens around my cock as she flinches when my hand makes contact with her round ass. I raise my hand higher this time, and spank her ass harder.
Avery’s back arches hard at the impact, her pussy a vice grip on my cock. Her ass is red from my treatment, and I switch hands to brutalize the other cheek. I spank it once, twice, smiling as it starts to turn pink.
My balls start to draw up, and the tingling nears its maximum. Without apology, I whip out of her, stand and pull her to her feet. I spin her around and pull her close to me, the way we’d been when we were dancing.
The dancing that felt so right. I haven’t danced since before Piper was born. Maybe dancing with Avery was worth the wait.
With my index finger, I tilt her chin and press my lips against her. My balls are still tingling like crazy, and I need them to calm down, but the kiss doesn’t help. If anything, they’re tingling more and I’m too close to the edge for safety.
I break the kiss and step away. It’s impossible to stop my eyes from raking over her naked body. Naked even of the hair I shaved from her. The only thing covering her now are my hickeys.
Avery lifts her arm and trails her fingers down my chest. I close my eyes as her hand nears my cock, but she doesn’t touch it. Instead, her fingers move up again, tracing the lines of my abs and pecs.
When she reaches my neck, she slides it over my shoulder and down my arm, this time gripping my muscles in her hand.
She swallows hard when her hand reaches mine. I grip my fingers in hers, a smile springing across my face. Avery looks at me, her full lips half parted and her eyelids heavy.
It’s too much.
Still holding her hand, I lead her into the other bedroom. Unlike the one in her videos, this one still looks exactly like it was when Mrs Coupland lived here, but with different furniture. The closet is open, and clothes are piled up on her dresser and the end of her unmade bed.
“Oh, shit, oops. I forgot to clear these away,” Avery says as she rushes ahead of me, and sweeps the clothes on the bed into her arms and drops them onto a pile on the dresser.
Wasn’t she expecting me tonight? Where did she think we were going to be?
“Come here,” I say and hold her as I pull us down onto the bed.
The mattress is firm, and we don’t sink into it. Perfect.
Avery lies on her back and I position myself between her legs. I guide my tip into her entrance, her walls tight around me as I move into her.
Our mouths meet, and we kiss as I start moving. She breaks the kiss to gasp for air, her chest heaving from my pounding.
“Don’t forget my name,” I say, my voice low in her ear.
“How could I ever forget your name, Knox?”
Her voice, her words. My name coming out of her mouth. I need more. I can’t even think straight from it.
“Say it,” I grunt, and grind myself into her with extra force.
“Jesus, Knox, this is insane. Oh God, oh God! Knox.”
Each word gets higher and higher in pitch and tightens my balls more and more.
“Knox,” she screams loud enough my ears ring, and I lose control.
My cock explodes into the condom, shudders rip up and down my back and legs in a violent orgasm.
Avery cries out, digs her fingernails into me and writhes around under me. I swear I’m about to fill the condom all over again at the sight of her.
We’re quiet for several minutes, catching our breath. Not ready for me to go.
I roll off her, and lie on my back beside Avery. Taking the condom off, I set it on yet another of her bedside tables.
“What time is it?” she asks.
“Midnight,” I say, glancing at her alarm clock.
“You don’t have to go yet. Right?” Avery says, gripping my arms.
“Not yet,” I say, rolling onto my side.
Avery pulls the comforter up from the end of her unmade bed and covers us with it. She rolls onto her side, facing away from me, and nestles herself into my body.
I drape my arm over her, and pull her tighter against me.
This is the only time I’ll ever have the chance to fall asleep with Avery in my arms, or with any woman in my arms. It’s one of the sacrifices I’ve made for Piper. Fuck them, yes. Hold them, no. No relationships, no women in my bed. Since I was twenty two.
On Wednesday I would’ve been out of here by now. But after hanging out with Avery all day yesterday, and tonight, I don’t know. I can’t bring myself to leave yet.
“This was good,” Avery says.
“Real good.”
My body is heavy, and I close my eyes.
Shit. The alarm clock says it’s four a.m. I’d planned on resting for ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. Not half the night.
“I have to go,” I whisper in Avery’s ear, not wanting to wake her.
“No,” she moans.
“No choice.”
I kiss her hair, rub my hand over her shaved pussy one last time, and get out of the bed as smoothly as I can. After finding my clothes in the other bedroom, I dress and leave.
Without making a sound, I open my door and sneak into my house. Darla jolts up on the couch, her hair springing around her.
“Holy shit, you two are machines,” Darla says.
“Is everything okay with Piper?”
“Yeah, she’s a great kid. We had lots of fun. Any time you two want another fuck fest, you just let me know. I’m happy to come hang with Piper and give you two fun time.”
I grunt, wanting her to leave before she ruins my good mood.
“You don’t have to worry about how long I stay, I’ve got my iPad. I just FuckTimed my boy toy is all. Poor thing, he’s going to have a hard time cleaning his keyboard. All that jizz getting underneath the keys and all.”
What the fuck is her problem? I glare at her in silence.
“Anyway, you better have taken care of Avery’s needs, and not just your own, Mister.”
Shocked, tired, my lip snarls at her.
“I’m going to bed,” I say, and walk up the stairs.