by Sara Cate
Though I may be an animal, I am also damn ravenous. If I'm not careful I may just take a bite out of these deliciously sweet treats.
If I thought I was fucked up before, I know I am now.
A soft giggle catches my attention, as Chloe runs her hand up and down Avery’s arm, tracing the candy cane hearts of her top. What the fuck?
Both their gazes are focused on the movie in front of them, but it’s Chloe's hand that commands mine. Her fingers keep inching closer to Avery’s tits, and I swear it’s as if she’s about to start playing with her nipples. Chloe must be drawn to the piercings too. I shake my head trying to get the thought out of my head. It’s useless. I’m not imagining it.
Avery suddenly sits up, adjusting herself so her legs are just an inch away from me. She reaches her hand up to her neck as if massaging the tension she feels from being in that awkward position for too long. Brushing her hair off to one side, she exposes the silky skin of her neck, which is begging me to lick it.
She pulls the blanket away, covering Chloe’s body and revealing all of hers. Fuck. The sight of her long, toned legs, her ass cheeks peeking out from under her shorts. God-fucking-dammit, she’s not wearing any underwear, maybe just a small thong. “You use the blanket,” she says to Chloe. “I got really hot.”
“Fine, more for me,” Chloe replies, snuggling further under it.
Avery’s hands continue to trail over her own body, as she plays with the strap of her top, flicking it on and off her shoulders. The little vixen is teasing me, just like she did earlier today on this very same couch. I can’t help and smile at her lowly attempts at seduction. Clearly this little girl isn’t as experienced as I first thought. Or she wants me to know exactly what she’s doing.
Well then, let’s play.
I slowly, and as inconspicuous as I can, reach my arm out and graze the back of her calf with my fingers. Her knees are folded up to her chest, and I feel her body twitch as I graze her skin once again. This is exactly the reaction I was looking for.
I move my fingers higher, inching them closer to her thigh, but instead of pulling away like I thought she would, she lowers her knees letting her legs fall open. Fuck. I was not expecting that. I take it as an open invitation and inch my way over her inner thigh until my fingers and playing with the hem of her shorts. She’ll surely pull away now.
Yet she doesn’t.
Quite the opposite actually. Instead the little tease adjusts herself, turning and leaning back down over Chloe, her whole body, now shifted in my direction, and her legs are practically on my lap. She pulls the blanket back over herself but not lower than her thighs. How easily I could sneak my hand under there and play. No one would know. Is that what she wants?
“Zane,” she says, startling me. “My ankle kind of hurts again. Do you mind rubbing it the way you did earlier,” she practically whimpers, “It felt really good.”
I’m frozen, equally shocked by her forwardness and turned the fuck on by it. Is she really asking me to rub her out, right here with Chloe in the damn room?
“Yeah Zane help her please, the last thing I need is to return Avery injured after a week in Colorado. Her mom’s going to think we went skiing or something,” Chloe pleads, though her gaze never leaves the screen.
Fuck it, they’re both so nicely asking. “Sure,” I say, patting my lap, Avery instantly throws her legs over me. I start to massage her ankle, slowly moving back up her calf and toward her thigh before repeating the same process over and over again. I swear a damn hour goes by, my hands never once leaving her leg.
Suddenly Chloe begins to yawn, and my hand freezes on Avery’s thigh underneath the blanket. “I can’t believe I’m tapping out in the middle of Home Alone 2. This ones my favorite, what a damn shame.”
“We can go to bed now, I think I’m done too,” Avery adds and I can’t help feeling a little disappointed.
“No way Jose. You’re staying and finishing this marathon. You’ve never seen the Home Alone movies.” Chloe suddenly turns her attention to me, with a look I know too damn well. She’s about to beg for a favor. “Zane, can you please stay and keep Avery company so she doesn’t feel like she has to follow me to bed. I think I got a sugar rush and am about to crash but Avery’s never seen these movies.”
I shake my head about to refuse. That would be a bad idea, so fucking bad. “Pretty please Zane,” she adds, and there it is ladies and gentlemen, the goddamn puppy eyes. They get me every damn time.
“Just until this second one is over, we can finish the third tomorrow.”
“Thank you, thank you!” she squeals, jumping on my lap and kissing my cheek. My hands unknowingly wrap around her hips, her ass pretty much in my palms. Shit. She jumps off, unaware of how my cock just twitched in my pants. Fuck. I need release.
“Okay well goodnight you two, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Now it’s just the two of us, Avery’s legs still draped over mine, her body still in my reach, and that blanket doing nothing to shield her little cunt from me. Sitting up suddenly, she flips herself so the blanket falls off her body and lands in a puddle on the hardwood floor. She folds her legs to her body, shifting as she sits up so her torso is now at my reach.
“You gave me a massage, it only makes sense I return the favor,” she murmurs sensually, her voice smooth as fucking silk. Before I can answer and refuse the massage, her hands are on me, rubbing circles on my shoulders, relieving the tension I’ve had there all fucking day. Her soft hands move lower down my back, over my abdomen, and down to my thighs. I stand frozen, unable to react to whatever the fuck is happening.
“Avery,” I groan, as her hand begins to rub my thigh.
“You seem tense Zane, why are you so tense?” she asks coyly, looking at me through long lashes. Fucking little tease.
“I’m not,” I grunt, trying my hardest to suppress a fucking moan as her hand grazes my erection. Fuck.
“Is it because it’s hot in here?” she asks, releasing her hold on me only to fan herself. “Because I’m so hot, that blanket, the hot cocoa, lying on top of Chloe, it all made me really hot.”
My nerves are shot, this girl is playing with fucking fire, every word that comes out of her mouth shoots right to my dick. “It is pretty hot,” I answer, tugging on the neck of my t-shirt which suddenly feels incredibly tight. I clear my throat, “Maybe we should call it a night.”
“I’m still really hot, it’s these damn pajamas Chloe’s made me wear all day, I thought silk was supposed to be cool, not make me sweat like I’m wearing flannel.”
“Maybe you should change.”
“Maybe I should just take it off,” she teases with a wink and a sly smile.” I practically choke on my saliva, just as she tugs the top of her shirt as if airing it out. “Mind if I take it off, Zane?” she asks, and I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. There I go choking again at the sound of my name from her lips.
She laughs, a deep, sexy as fuck laugh, “Relax, I’m only kidding.”
I’m acting like a fucking idiot, at a loss of words, letting this little girl dominate the situation. If she wants to play then we’re going to play. She has no fucking idea who she’s playing with. “You should know not to kid around like that, people will get the wrong idea.”
“Let them, that’s their fucking problem. I’ve never cared what people say or think about me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her perky tits, and giving me an eyeful of smooth, creamy skin.
“I’m not saying you should,” I say, straightening up to meet her. Now it’s me who turns my body towards her and I swear I see her slink back. “Some might think you’re offering something you’re not.”
“Who said I wasn’t?” she asks, defensively.
“You have no idea what game you're playing sweetheart. Or who you’re playing with.” My gaze trails over her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“It’s you who doesn’t know how to play. A man like you,” she coos, trailing her hand
over my chest, “With years of experience, to put it nicely, has no idea what to do with a girl like me.”
“You want to bet?” I ask playfully, my mouth now with a mind of its own. All sense of reason has gone out the fucking door, along with every ounce of my sanity. This girl is dangerous, but so goddamn tempting.
“What do you have in mind, old man?” she asks, with a teasing smile. Avery’s like an open book, everything she wants written all over her face. Now it’s me who must decide if I want to give it to her.
“Take it off,” I snap, her eyes shooting wide at my command.
“Wha-what?” Her voice trembles slightly.
“You said you were hot, asked if I minded, well I don’t. By all means take your top off. I dare you.”
A wicked gleam flashes in her eyes as she reaches for the hem of her tank pulling it up and over her breasts, but I reach out and grab hold of it, not allowing her to tug it off over her head the moment I remember she’s wearing nothing under, and her piercings will be the first thing I see. I’ll be a fucking goner the moment I see those.
“Hey,” she complains, but instead of pushing her away, I tuck her under me, my body hovering over her and pinning her to the couch beneath me. I’m straddling her, my legs on either side, my left hand by her head as my right grips tightly to the fabric under her tits.
“Mhmm,” she moans, adjusting herself under me, wiggling to make herself more comfortable. “Dominant and aggressive, just like I imagined.”
Her words echo through my erection making me so fucking hard. She’s imagined this? The look of lust in her eyes makes my cock twitch in excitement. God this girl is fucking killing me. I lean in closer to her, my mouth breathing hot air right against her ear. “You have no fucking idea baby. Not a damn clue as to how rough I can be,” I groan, biting down on her ear and making her moan again. I grab her shirt and raise it over her breast, exposing her perfect fucking tits and perky pink nipples. I was right, a thin silver barbell on each of her nipples. Fuck she’s perfect.
I reach down to the waist of her shorts and immediately she raises her hips up to meet me, practically begging me to touch her. The heat coming from her body has me breaking into a feverish sweat.
“Do it old man,” she coos, her voice dripping with seduction, as she pushes into my head, “Show me what you got. Word on the street is that guys your age don’t have that magic touch anymore, or are the boys my age the ones who are lacking?” I know she’s taunting me, egging me on with her comments about my age, damn little tease. But it’s fucking working.
“Stop fucking talking baby,” I groan just before my mouth comes down on her tit. I lick and suck the taut peak of her nipple, making her moan and whimper beneath me, as the metal clinks against my teeth, and I haven’t even touched her. I tug at it with my teeth using my hand to pinch and pull the other.
“Fuck Zane,” she cries out.
“Shh,” I command, biting her bottom lip and tugging it between my teeth. “Don’t make a fucking sound.” I tuck my hand under her shorts, already able to feel her arousal as I rub her over her thong. “Is this for the old man baby, are you this wet for me. I grip her thong pushing into her and tug it between her lips. “Have you been thinking about my cock baby, about how good and wide it’s going to stretch this tight little cunt.” I push her thong aside, thrusting one finger into her without warning. She’s so fucking wet it goes in with such ease. “Fuck you’re so tight, baby,” I groan, her pussy already clenching onto me.
“God Zane, yes. Please, I need more.”
I lick my way around her neck, biting down hard, making her yelp in pain.
“Aaah, yes, harder baby.” I continue to lick down her chest, and over her torso, biting down and marking every inch of skin. Her body writhes in agony beneath me and I’m stuck in a trance watching her body move, and the arousal all over her face. “This is what you want baby,” I groan, thrusting another finger into her as my thumb rubs along her clit.
“Fuck yes…” she whimpers, closing her eyes as her hips begin to move faster.
I start pumping her faster, harder, her needy pussy pushing against my hand, as she tries to find release. This is so much better than I could have ever imagined. Her scent, her taste, the way she looks as she’s about to come for me, so fucking beautiful.
Avery truly is a goddess. Her bright red hair is fanned out under her head, a crimson blanket amidst the darkness of the room, the movie is still playing in the background, the only light illuminating the room. Well that and the huge ass Christmas tree.
“Zane, God I’m so close. Please baby, I need your cock Zane,” she cries out, reaching up to grab my dick through my sweats. It twitches in response to having her small hand wrapped around it. She tugs at me and I swear I nearly come. “I need you to fuck me with this. Fuck this tight little pussy.” I’m so fucking hard, my erection so goddamn painful in my pants.
I need to fuck her, I need to feel her wrap around me, but first I’m going to make her come with my just my fingers.
I thrust them in and out of her with an overwhelming need, rubbing her clit as her body convulses, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
“Aaah, yess!”
Suddenly I hear a sound come from the staircase, and I instantly still, Avery still riding out her orgasm against my palm. “Shhh,” I whisper, covering her mouth with the same fingers that were just inside of her, coated with all of her arousal.
Though instead of obeying, she drags her tongue out and begins to lick them up and down, sucking them into her mouth and tasting herself on them. Fuck she’s so damn sexy.
“As much as that is turning me on, I need you fucking quiet.” She rolls her eyes, making me ache to spank her for being so fucking brazen. Do it again baby I dare you.
“Afraid Chloe’s going to hear her daddy making me come,” she sneers, snapping me the fuck out of my lustful trance. What the fuck am I doing?
I push off of her, instantly coming to my feet. “I, I can’t do this.” Her eyes go wide, my cock aching to go inside the perfect circle of her mouth as she lays back in shock, tits out and nipples pointing at me. But I shake my head, “I can’t.” And I’m gone. Out of the den and up the stairs, locking myself in my bedroom. I slam my head back against the door cursing myself for giving into temptation.
This is going to be a long ass week.
Chapter 6
CHLOE
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I ran up the stairs and to my room hoping Zane didn’t see me. I can’t believe I almost gave myself away.
I jump into bed, my body aching with need. I didn’t get to finish. I was so close but then I moaned and Zane heard me. I think about grabbing the vibrator I got as a gift at a bachelorette party of one of my mom's friends daughter’s. I’ve never used it, but I carry it with me everywhere, scared my mom or one of the maids will find it.
Maybe I’ll wait a while, at least until Avery’s in bed. Avery, fuck, I can’t believe I was watching her get finger fucked by Zane. It was so fucking hot, and the scary part is I’m not sure whose moans I was more turned on by.
I hear a noise outside my door, so I quickly turn and pretend I’m asleep, pulling the covers up to my neck. I hear the door creak open, and for a second I think it’s Zane making sure I’m in bed and wasn’t the one watching him and Avery on the couch. But then I hear the door close, and lock.
Fuck. I feel my bed dip as if another body is climbing on, my body trembling in anticipation.
“You don’t have to pretend to be sleeping Chloe, it’s me,” Avery calls out and I’m relieved it’s her.
I turn and find she’s straddling me over the covers, her hair wild and messy, her lipstick slightly smeared over her lips. She looks so fucking beautiful, sexy, and so tempting. God this crush is only getting bigger by the day.
“I saw you watching us, tell me Chloe, did you enjoy yourself,” she teases, her gaze focused on me. There is something about the way she’s looking at me almost as if me wa
tching her turned her on as much as it did me.
“I couldn’t look away,” I whisper, my voice stuck in my throat. “I know we agreed I’d watch and see how you’d flirt with him, and tease him, but I just couldn't look away after he started…”
“Fingering me,” she finishes for me.
“Yes,” I whimper. Oh God, what am I doing?
“Tell me Chloe, have you ever been fingered?” she asks, and immediately I shake my head. “Only by myself, sometimes, only I don’t think I’m doing it right.”
She grins wide, “Well then, looks like you’re in for another lesson.”
“Wha-What do you mean?” My voice quivers in anticipation.
“I mean, lucky for you, I’m really good at it. I can’t go a day without masturbating, preferably I use a toy, but nothing compares to someone else’s fingers.”
“Everyday?” I ask in a barely audible whisper. Avery simply nods, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. Before I know it, she pulls back the covers, moving to settle in between my legs. “What are you doing Avery?” I ask, unbelieving of what’s about to happen.
“Shh, don’t worry about it Chloe, just enjoy it.” She quickly tugs my shorts down, revealing my light blue panties. Something I have never seen flashes over her eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip. “I’ve seen the way you look at me Chloe. I’ve seen the way you react when I get close to you.” Her hands grip the waistband of my panties, moving to pull them down slowly, and it must be the alcohol in me that causes me to lift my hips to allow her the space to tug them off. She slips them all the way off before throwing them on the bed beside us.