by Britney Bell
She’s quiet, staring out the window and looking deep in thought. At another light, I stroke her hair behind her ear and ask, “Did you have a good time tonight?”
Her body shifts in her seat as she turns to me, she has a beautiful smile on her face. “Yes, Tyler and Jordan are a lovely couple. It was a lot of fun.”
“You would think that they have been together for years, although they actually have only been dating for a couple of months. They got together at the end of last season, right before we went into playoffs.”
“Wow, you’re right, they fit so well together. Like it’s easy for them,” she responds, then returns to look out the window.
No more thinking about my friend and his girlfriend. I want to shift all of our thoughts to how many ways I can fuck her in the next several hours. “Avery.”
She turns back to me again. “Yes.”
“This damn dress of yours has been fucking with me all night.”
Laughter, that’s what I get in return.
“I’m serious, Avery. My dick has been throbbing all evening,” I say in a low hungry growl.
“Oh, really. Well, you know what I just noticed?” Her voice changes, and I know that she is in the same mindset now.
“What?”
“Your car matches my bra and panties.”
My eyebrow raises at her in a questioning look. “Did you wear the lingerie I had sent over?”
“If you want to find out, I guess you better take me back to your place.” She winks, turns to look out the window again, but this time she hikes up her skirt for more of her leg to be exposed. Fuck, I want those legs wrapped around me.
My foot is to the metal. Nevertheless, we still have to sit through five fucking more lights before we reach my house.
As soon as I hit the edge of the driveway, I push the garage door opener, so it will be open when we arrive. I pull in, and Avery seems to be as eager as I am because she jumps out of the car and walks quickly into the house.
All I can see as I race through the door is brunette hair flying over her shoulders and red shoes kicked off as she runs up the stairs.
“Don’t you dare unzip that dress. That zipper’s mine!”
“Then you better get your fine ass up here.”
Three stairs at a time, I quickly catch up to her, scoop her up and throw her onto my shoulder caveman style. I swat her ass, making her shriek loudly as I advance to my room.
I set her down gently on her feet right in front of the bed, facing me. God, she is beautiful. My eyes are glued to her, taking her all in. It sends me wild with an uncontrollable need to have her.
I almost don’t recognize my own voice. “Turn around.” She immediately follows my request, as I take a brief second to admire her ass just one moment more in this tight-fitting dress.
The zipper. Should I start from the top, working my way down to the bottom then move upward? Fuck, just get the fucking thing off her, so you can get your dick inside. Decision made, top it is. The zipper is thick, and I pinch it between my fingers, slowly moving it down. As I follow it with my eyes smooth cream-colored skin comes into view. With a glimpse of the red bra strap my cock swells in my pants. I do not relent on my voyage, continuing on to more creamy skin, next in sight is a thin strap of the red lace thong. Two seconds more, her thong dips between her cheeks, causing my boxers to become wet with precum.
That’s it, enough torture. I rip through the remainder of the zipper to reach her shoulders, placing my hands under her dress to slide it completely off, then spin her around to fill my eyes with the intoxicating view of her form.
“Yes, indeed, very good taste in lingerie. This color looks hot against your skin,” I struggle to say, pulling her in for a deep kiss but breaking suddenly away. “You need to be naked. Now.”
She doesn’t reply with words, just one small step back as she moves her hand behind her back to unclasp her bra, allowing it to slowly roam down her arms. Then grabbing the panties at her hips, she pauses, looks up into my eyes with a mischievous grin, turns her back to me, and bends down slow and sexy to remove them. Her ass, along with her pussy visually taunts me when she gets to her toes and steps out.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, I am lifting her up, placing her back on the bed with her legs bent at the knees, feet placed at the edge and her arms spread out. She’s waiting for me and tells me so, “Hurry the fuck up, get your clothes off. I need you to fuck me.”
Okay, no more teasing each other. “Yes, ma’am,” I reply as I’m ripping my clothes off as fast as I can and grab a condom to cover myself in record speed. She is glistening with her arousal. With a slick swipe between her folds, I coat the condom in her juices then direct my dick around her pussy lips, dabbing it in and out of her center. One swift move forward with my hips, I’m seated deep in. Right where I need to be. Right where I belong.
No matter how bad I want to move, I pause for her body to accept me. Her gasps of satisfaction urge me on. My hips move on their own accord, which is great because my brain has lost all function. It is solely focused on the pleasurable sensation of being connected to Avery. The way her hips are moving to meet mine with each and every thrust, tells me she is right there with me.
I need more contact. I need to know how her body feels to be completely underneath me. My hand slides under her back, scooting us up to the middle of the bed, never losing our connection as I lower my head to meet her lips with mine. “Fuck,” she whispers into my mouth. I continue exactly what I’m doing by withdrawing out then pushing back in, grinding on her clit with each pass. Only a few times more has her pussy walls clamping down on my cock, pulsating my thickness and sending me over the edge with her.
Both of our bodies are contracting, and I crash on top of her. I take this moment to hear her heartbeat. It’s in perfect sync with the rapid pounding in my chest.
Her nails lightly scratching my back awaken me to reality, and I am immediately concerned that I’m too heavy laying on top of her. “Oh, sorry, I’m crushing you.”
“No, stay. Just one more minute,” she counters as her hand comes down flat on my back to hold me tight to her. It’s a request that I will happily grant. I love this feeling of being right here, right now, with her.
After a few more minutes, I reluctantly lift off so we can clean up, then I tuck both of us into bed, and sleep soon claims our spent bodies. I am getting too used to having Avery in my bed with her body pressed against me all night. And I like it, a lot.
15
Avery
Waking up in Drew’s arms is amazing. I don’t want to leave his warmth and comfort, especially after the mind-blowing sex last night; however, work still has to be done. I am super busy right now with another one of my clients who is having a wedding for her daughter at the family estate next weekend. They are paying me extra to help out with it, which will allow me to build my rainy-day fund back up. You never know when you’ll need it.
To say goodbye to him this morning was tough because I know I won’t see him again for at least a week. He has practice, and with this wedding shopping, our schedules do not allow any downtime. With both of us working, there’s not really time for much else. What would life with Drew be like? Or a better question would be, does he even want to bother having a life with me?
All week a sense of foreboding bothered me. Something just seems to be off, like a piece of me is missing. I do miss Drew; we talk a little bit each night along with short flirty texts throughout the day. The thing that has me thrown for a loop is that I love my work. It excites me; although lately, it seems more like just a job rather than doing it for fun.
When I’m finished on Wednesday, it’s no different than the rest of the week. I lounge around with Pepper at the house while Drew is at practice, then film review or some other job-related activity until late. I don’t understand all the things that they do, all I know is I’m bored as shit and horny as fuck. I need Drew.
It’s like he’s reading my mind because le
ss than five minutes after the thought, I receive a text.
Drew: Date, Thursday night? I leave Friday.
Avery: Would love to. Something casual?
Drew: Casual is great! Do you have something in mind?
Avery: Pepper has been pissy, I think cause I’ve been gone so much. How about I cook dinner at my house?
Drew: Sounds perfect! 6pm?
Avery: Yes, see you then. :)
Drew: See ya :)
16
Drew
I’ve asked Avery for the third date, another new first for me. She suggested a quiet, casual one at her house. I haven't been inside there yet but am ready to see what she’s like in her personal space. Who is Avery Little in her own surroundings? Is she the same hardnosed, all businesswoman at home? Will her hair be pulled up in a tight working bun or down loose for me to run my fingers through?
With my little gift sack in tow, I knock on her front door and hear a loud, “Fuck!” and some pans clanking around. Still, she doesn’t answer the door, and I knock again. I’m beginning to get concerned from the amount of noise on the other side. Just before I’m about to barge in, she answers the door as smoke bellows out of the oven, and the smoke alarm blares an obnoxious sound.
“What the fuck!” I race over to the oven, shut it off, then dare to peek at the offending contents inside. There is no fire, so I close the door quickly to leave the smoke contained in the tin box.
The disaster of the kitchen looks like the makings of spaghetti, but I’m not sure it’s edible. After surveying the damage, I chance a look at Avery.
Her hair is falling out of her messy bun, she has tomato sauce all over the front of her shirt, some on her face, and she’s biting her lower lip and appears to be holding back tears.
“Avery,” is all I say. A tear rolls down her cheek. “Come here.” She takes a step as I do the same to meet her. I pull her soiled shirt over her head and use the reverse side to wipe her face clean. My heart feels for her. She tried to do whatever this was supposed to be for me. I’ve never had anyone put so much effort into making something for me and be this upset when it didn’t work out.
Gently stroking her cheek, I give her a soft kiss on the lips, then wrap her in my arms to place her face on my chest. She lets me hold her while she sniffles and calms down. No words are spoken. No words need to be spoken.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that. Something draws my attention out of the corner of my eye. I see a black ear pop up from the bar stool then two bright yellow eyes peek up to inspect what’s going on.
“You must be Pepper?” The cat’s skittish but sniffs around. “It’s okay,” I say to coax Pepper over. He tentatively takes one step, then another, closer toward my hand where he can be petted.
As I am scratching Pepper, I hold Avery close. The word family is on the tip of my tongue. That’s what this feels like with the two of them. It feels complete, which scares the shit out of me.
I kiss her temple softly and ask, “Why don’t you run and take a quick shower to get cleaned up? I’ll order us some takeout. Meanwhile, Pepper and I will keep each other company.”
As Avery leaves the kitchen, I get busy. Firstly, I pull out my phone and hit speed dial to my favorite Italian restaurant that will deliver. Secondly, this kitchen is a disaster. I’ll clean it up, hopefully having enough time before she returns. Not wasting another second, I go to work.
I hear her stirring in the restroom as a knock on the door sounds. Perfect timing. When Avery comes into the dining room, looking cute as hell in a little shorts outfit, she looks relaxed and put back together. Her gaze drifts over at the table where I have it set up with two wine glasses, lasagna and breadsticks splayed out across it. She glances back over to the kitchen and sees that I successfully cleaned it all up.
“Oh my God, Drew, you did all of this while I was taking a bath. Was I really in there that long?”
“No, it was actually perfect timing. I also had a lot of help from this little guy,” I confirm as I grab Pepper off the barstool, cradling him and stroking his back.
“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry you had to do all of this. I know your practices and workload have been exhausting. I was trying to have everything ready for you to have an easy and casual night. But, I ruined that causing you even more work.”
“Nonsense, don’t worry about it. Pepper and I got it all done; it was simple enough. Now, come and eat before it gets cold.” I put the cat down, run over to wash my hands, then join her at the table and fill our glasses with wine.
Her moans of satisfaction as she bites into the lasagna goes straight to my cock, making it swell. We eat while comfortably chatting during dinner like two people who’ve known each other a long time.
After we are stuffed, Avery turns on some light music, so we can just relax as we sit in the living room. I stretch out to rest my arm on the back of the couch, and she joins me, nestling to my side. A few songs go by, then the sack I brought and forgot about pops into my head. “I almost forgot your little present.”
She sits up with peaked interest. “What did you bring me?”
“Here, let me grab it really quick.” I get up, grab the gift by the entryway table and walk back to meet her.
As she’s opening it, I know there’s a wide shit eating grin on my face. I just can’t help it. She peeks into the bag, then up to me with a surprised look, glancing back in the bag and returning her gaze to me again.
“Is this the vibrating panties I bought for you?”
“Yes, it is vibrating panties. Yes, you did buy them, but they are not for me. What do you say? Do you want to try them out?”
She has this cute, devilish smirk on her face. “Oh yeah, I’ll try them out, if you play along too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s do this. We each take a turn. You control the remote on the vibrations and try to make me cum. Then, I get a turn at stroking your dick. Whoever cums has to take a drink.”
“Oh, you and your entertaining games. You have a thing for drinking games, don’t you? Are you sure you want to do this? You do know that competition is my job, right?”
“I’m very well aware of your skills, Mr. Elliott.”
“Well, game on, Ms. Little. Suit up,” I request, motioning to the sack, encouraging her to change into the panties. My cock is already painfully hard, so I better start thinking of odd things to distract me, or she will win this fun game right away. I busy myself with the instructions and downloaded the app on my phone so I can control her soon-to-be pleasure.
The damn vixen is taunting me by pulling her shorts and sexy as hell panties off right in front of me to change into the vibrating ones.
I jump up, run to get the bottle of wine and our glasses and grab a towel from the bathroom because this could get messy. I love that thought, though.
“All set, are you ready?” Hope spills out in my tone.
“I’m ready. Bring it on, tough guy.”
The first tap on the app, sends a jolt of vibration straight to her pussy, making her gasp in surprise.
“Okay. Oh, I forgot something,” she says, runs to her room then returns with a small bottle of what looks like lube. “Now, I’m ready.”
“Good, let the games begin.” I hit the button on the app again, keeping my finger pressed to the phone as I swirl it around to give her a different sensation from the first time I hit it.
Her moan tells me that it is the effect I need to be going for, and I choose to let my finger up and give her a turn in the game.
“Pants off,” she commands, and I have no problem obeying while she gets off the couch. She squeezes a few drops of the liquid from the bottle on her palm and rubs her hands together. A moment later she’s bending in front of me and puts both hands around my shaft to stroke me up and down. My moans equal hers from a moment ago. This is going to be a tough challenge.
She releases me after just a few pumps then returns to relax on the couch. This time sitting on th
e opposite end, back against the armrest, feet on the couch. Her knees are bent and spread open for my eyes to have the full visual. Fuck me!
Time to kick it up a notch, I press and hold the app. Her back begins to bow off the armrest, causing me to hold my finger in place just a few seconds more. I sense her climax building; however, I don’t want her to cum yet. I want to drag this out as long as possible. Craving more of her touch, I relent and release the pressure. She relaxes, takes a breath, then crawls back over to give my dick the attention it seeks.
A few more drops of lube to her hands, she places one hand on the tip, the other goes to my balls. My head drops back to rest on the back of the couch as she rubs and massages my hardness. She strokes my balls at the same time, pulling them in opposite directions. My core is tightening as I feel the release starting to build. Trying to hold back is difficult. Maybe I should just give in and take the damn drink. No! She will cum first. I make the mistake of reaching up to smooth my hand over her ass that’s waving almost on top of me as she’s leaning over jacking me off. Fuck! I can’t. I’m about to explode, although right then she pulls away. “God dammit.”
“What, were you close?” She chuckles with a sexy smirk on her beautiful face.
“Payback,” is my response as I take back control. It is full on, leaving my finger pressed down, swirling it around again and never letting up. She’s still kneeling on her knees on the couch. I have her right where I want her. Legs spread. Her pussy is mine. She is fucking gorgeous. Her hands reach to find comfort as the vibrations shoot to her core, and she rocks back on her heels. Her head falls forward, her breathing becomes labored. She’s just about there… and I stop.
“Fuck!” she yells at me.
I lean over to give her a heated kiss, whispering into her mouth, “I love this game.”
“Me too.” Her reply is a whisper as well. With one final peck she drops to the floor in front of me, re-lubing her hands in preparation once more.