“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 wrist 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.”
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“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.
Avery
I wake up at seven, a ball of energy. Despite all the physical activity last night, I haven’t felt this good in months.
I’m overflowing with ideas for my vlogs, thanks to Knox. Ideas about things that never even occurred to me before. Or things Nathan would never do. The facesitting, the spanking, the shaving. Fuck me, Knox is good.
Though despite all the incredible sex, the memory that warms me more than anything else, surprisingly, is the laughing and dancing. Although falling asleep in his arms was pretty fucking nice, too. Being with Knox was pure fun.
Just like having supper with him the other night was fun.
Remembering the rules, I sigh. This is an itch-scratching arrangement, and I can’t forget that. I have to get better at suppressing my emotions, is all.
Darla is still asleep. I don’t even know what time Knox left last night. After closing her door to let her sleep in peace, I shower, dress and go into my fake bedroom to shoot some of my new ideas.
Holy shit, this place looks like a bomb went off in it. Dried puddles of shaving cream dot the new carpet, the stuff from my shelves and lingerie rack are strewn around the room, and the bed is a caved-in mess.
I spend half an hour quietly tidying, going over and over what I want to video in my
head before I forget it. The bed is a nightmare to get to look good again, and I end up flipping the mattress so there’s no massive ditch in the middle.
Finally I’m ready to shoot my video. Shit. A last careful look in the mirror, and I realize my neck is covered in hickeys. I run the tips of my fingers over the marks. Instead of anger, my mind is filled with the memory of Knox giving them to me, and I have to adjust myself before my panties get too wet.
After digging around in my closet, I find a pretty pink scarf and fasten it around my neck to hide the hickeys. Back in my fake bedroom, I hit record and I start talking.
“Ladies, if you find a man who knows what he’s doing. I mean one who really knows how to treat your body, someone just so utterly amazing he blows your mind, hold onto him tight. Even if it is just a fuck-buddy relationship. Because those men are unicorns, and I think we all know how much every little girl dreams of finding a unicorn. But don’t worry guys, I’m here to teach you how to become a unicorn. Or at least a white horse. Guys, you become one of those types of lovers, and your woman will be begging you to do whatever you want to her.”
How would I have made this video with Nathan as my reference point? That man wasn’t any sort of special, and he certainly didn’t treat my body like I was special.
I talk a bit more, about how a man can learn, trying to give them hope — and more importantly, make them want to watch the rest of my videos and become one of my subscribers.
Still flushed with the excitement of last night, I rush edit the vlog and post it.
After I hit the button, I tap my teeth with my finger, wondering if I should do a shaving video. I definitely want to, but maybe it’s better to wait a couple of weeks, until it isn’t so personal. After all the purpose of my videos are to help people improve their sex lives, not air my sex life. Just because my sex life suddenly went from nunnery to off the scales, doesn’t mean I have to share every detail with my viewers.
At least I have good news in my inbox, the troll comments have been removed and the person who made them banned.
I change my top, and am about to shoot a video about spanking, when Darla bursts into the room.
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