Overlooked

by Lulu Pratt

  “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.

  Avery

  It’s freaking me out, having Knox in my fake bedroom, looking at my crazy shelves and rack of lingerie that companies sent me to pimp. God knows what’s going through his head. He must think I’m a weirdo, but at least he isn’t asking questions.

  I grab my phone, and send my Chilies playlist to the wireless speaker.

  “Nice,” Knox says as “Under the Bridge” starts. He takes my hand, and says, “Dance with me.”

  I laugh, and say, “Okay, wait, I need clothes on.”

  “No way.”

  “Yes, I can’t hang around naked.”

  “Choose from those,” he says, pointing to the rack.

  “Fine,” I say, raising my eyebrow. I pull the blue full satin panties off a hanger and pull them on, followed with the matching bra.

  “What about me?” Knox asks.

  I burst out laughing, grab the giraffe and toss it at him.

  He chuckles, grabs his boxers out of his jeans, and puts them on.

  The song is half over, but Knox pulls me close to him and we sway to the music. I lean into him, and follow his body as he moves. I run my hands over his broad back, still amazed at how hard his body is.

  “Take Me to the Other Side” comes on, and we continue dancing and laughing. Knox takes my hand and twirls me, pulls me back and dips me before we’re laughing too hard to continue our crazy dance.

  I sink back against his body, and we continue our slow dance, through “Californication” and the rest of the playlist. Even though we’re barely moving, my heart races.

  Relaxed, I pull the giant, supposedly unbreakable feather off the shelf and tickle him with it.

  Knox smirks, grabs my wr
ist and wraps his other arm behind me, reaching all the way to the fleshy bit under my ribs. His hand closes on the fleshy bit, and my body contorts as I laugh.

  “Stop it,” I say, my voice high pitched from laughing.

  “You’re crazy.”

  He holds me easily in one hand while his eyes search over the shelves. He laughs when he sees the book called Every Physically Possible Sex Position. Pulling it from the shelf, he lets go of me and flips through the pages.

  Each page is illustrated with a bland cgi couple, contorted in all sorts of positions that I don’t believe are physically possible. It’s a thin book, only a hundred pages or so.

  “This should keep us busy,” he says, chuckling.

  “I don’t think most of those are possible. And a lot look painful.”

  “We’ve done most of the rest already tonight,” he says, and drops the book on the floor.

  I haven’t done the vlog on it yet, and crouch to pick it up to keep it from getting damaged. After smoothing the cover down, I set it back on the shelf.

  Knox picks up an oversized pink dildo. It’s rubbery and wobbles as he moves it. His face screws up as he watches it, and he drops it back on the shelf. He moves on to white chocolate powder, body jewelry, and a neon cock ring, examining each in turn.

  “Are you going to go through it all?” I ask.

  “You’ve got a lot of crazy shit here, but you know what I’ve been dying to do to you?”

  “What?” I ask hesitantly.

  “Shave your pussy,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.

  My cheeks flush. I hadn’t expected that. I hope this isn’t a comment on my maintenance. I just trimmed for him this afternoon.

  Before I can answer, he stands and leaves the room. My eyes follow him as he goes into the bathroom, and comes out again with a towel, face cloth, shaving cream, and razor.

  Holy shit, he’s serious.

  “On that shitty bed, or the floor?” he asks.

  This isn’t something I ever thought I’d do with someone the first time I slept with them, but it’s easy being with Knox, and it feels right.

  “I’ll take the floor thanks, I don’t think my back can take any more of that bed.”

  I lie back on the floor, and he kneels between my legs. Knox hooks a finger in the full satin panties, and slides them down my legs. I kick them the rest of the way off.

  My bare ass is on the only new carpet in the house. I thought he was going to put the towel under me, but instead he squirts the shaving foam over the top of my pelvis.

  It’s cold and I shiver at the contact. It starts to dribble down my folds, and I shout, “Ah.”

  Knox catches my eyes, a devilish grin on his face. I get the impression this is something he’s been planning.

  “The thing with stubble is it scratches.” Knox drags the razor down my strip of hair. ”By not shaving, you’re risking me not wanting to kiss your lips.” He shifts his eyes down, “And I want to kiss these lips.” He shoves my legs apart and drags the razor alongside my mound, wiping it on the towel after each line.

  For once, I don’t know what to say. I don’t have a comeback.

  He works in silence, in the most thorough shave I’ve ever had. I’m a little nervous of the blade but he’s careful. For whatever reason the slow, deliberate activity quickens my heart and fills me with flutters. I ache for his touch.

  Satisfied with his job, he sets the razor on the floor and wipes all over the area with the wet face cloth. Knox pats me off with the towel, making sure he’s cleaned the foam from everywhere. I feel like an engine in one of his cars. It’s amazing how someone so otherwise brutish can work so delicately.

  Knox rests his hand on my tummy, and leans to kiss the freshly bare skin he’s exposed. I gasp, everything is extra sensitive and I squirm to cope with the intensity. His lips and tongue take their time exploring my freshly bare skin, and I tilt my hips, willing him for more.

  Heat races through my veins, and I moan. It seems like I’m waiting all over again. Like it’s Wednesday night all over again.

  He rams his finger into me, my walls slick and ready for him. Gagging for him. My extreme wetness seems to please him, and he grunts. Far too quickly, he pulls his finger away and stands and grabs the leg of his jeans.

  Pulling the jeans to him, he fishes out another condom.

  “I have an IUD, you don’t need that,” I say, knowing Darla would kill me without him being tested but somehow I don’t give one fucking shit at this moment.

  “I do,” he snarls.

  That’s definitive. I’m not going to argue.

  After rolling it on, Knox grabs my hips and flips me over. I’m face down on the new carpet. He grabs my hips again, this time pulling me onto all fours, his hard cock against my now dripping bare lips.

  His hand runs up my spine, dipping with the curve of my back, leaving a trail of lava in its wake. I lean back into him, grinding against his erection, teasing it. Begging it.

  Knox ignores me, and undoes my bra, letting it slide down my arms to the floor. He reaches around and grabs my tit, now swinging free.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, his voice strong and loud.

  A high pitched moan escapes me in response, and he drives his cock into me. My elbows bow at the force, but I avoid hitting my face against the floor. At the same time, my pussy explodes with heat and lust and desire.

  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.