“I can’t believe you’re in here. You shouldn’t even be able to walk. Was Knox a disappointment?”
I burst out laughing and shake my head no.
“Then why can you walk? You were up until four, I can’t believe you’re even awake.”
“Four? That’s what time he left?”
“Yes babe, I was up all night so you could fuck longer.”
“We fell asleep at midnight.”
“What? No wonder you look so rested” she says, plopping onto the bed.
Darla messes up the bed again, but I’m too busy laughing to tell her to move.
“You should’ve slept on his couch. Got some rest,” I say laughing.
“Can’t. Had the toy boy amuse me online, you know?”
Alarmed, I say, “Piper better not’ve heard.”
“Don’t worry, she was deep asleep by then. I checked.”
“How was she last night? Because I’ll have to kill you if you slipped any info about where Knox was.”
“Don’t worry, the subject didn’t come up once.”
“Did you play a lot of would you rather?”
“Hell, yes. Plus we talked about her mother.”
“What?” I bark. Piper never talks to me about her mother.
“Yeah, I called her out on the Africa bs, and she told me how she doesn’t know anything about her mom. Which is weird, I figured she was going to say her mother died, but apparently she’s alive and kicking.”
“Oh God, please tell me you didn’t say anything to upset her, Knox will go ballistic.”
“Au contraire, she was relieved someone finally saw through the charity work in Africa crap. Piper wants answers, is all. It was a cry for help, I can’t believe you couldn’t tell.”
My brow creases, and I stare at Darla, processing her words. Did Piper need my help, and I missed it? She’s just so bright, I took the Africa thing at face value. Now I feel like an idiot for it.
“Oh,” I mutter.
“Anyway, babe, you still haven’t spilled the dirt on last night. What was he like?”
My body warms and a smile bursts onto my face at the memory of Knox.
“Look at you, speechless and blushing, he must’ve been good,” Darla says, laughing.
“Here, watch the video I just posted,” I say, and hit start on the video.
Darla leans close to watch, her lips pursed as she stifles a laugh.
When the video ends, she says, “Unicorn?”
I bit my bottom lip, nod and say, “He was that good.”
“Or you were just that desperate. Six months since Nathan. And no offense, but he never struck me as a sex god. “
“None taken. Knox couldn’t be more different than him.”
“Lucky you, having him right next door.”
“My weekdays just got a whole lot better, that’s for sure.”
“Hold on, babe, why are you wearing a scarf when it’s hot out?”
Darla tugs at my scarf, pulling it off and exposing my neck. My hand flies up to cover the marks left by Knox. She snorts at the sight of them.
“Shut up. Not one word.” I say with a smile.
She sticks her tongue out at me and we both dissolve into a fit of laughter.
“Look, there he is now,” Darla says, nodding her head to the window.
Knox is in shorts and running shoes, and stretches up as he opens his garage door. The stubble is back, and he looks hotter than ever. My body fills with heat at the sight of him, and my heart races.
He looks up at the window, and I lean back. I’m not sure I want him to see me, not yet.
Two days, that’s how long we have to wait until Piper’s back at school.
Two long days.
We go out for dinner that night and talk shop all evening. Although I have fun with Darla, I keep thinking of Knox.
Darla spends most of Sunday morning in her room, FaceTiming her boy toy. She winds up leaving after lunch. I spend the rest of Sunday wishing Monday would hurry up and get here.
Knox
It’s Sunday evening, and Piper gets up off the couch to go to bed.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you okay to go to school tomorrow?” I ask. I don’t want to rush her back or anything, but after Friday night, I’d really like to pay Avery another visit.
“Yes, Dad, I feel great. And I’m bored from hanging around home so much. I miss my friends.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
“Yep, good night!” Piper says, and races up the stairs.
I open Hulu and watch two episodes of Community because they remind me of the night with Avery. Halfway through the second one, I turn it off, angry at myself for letting myself get sucked into her. No relationships.
Instead I find a movie to watch, with lots of shit blowing up in it.
When the movie ends, I can’t help myself. I grab my iPad and open Avery’s YouTube channel. As always, there’s a new video for yesterday and today. Today’s is her talking about some book. The subject doesn’t interest me, and there are no marks on her neck. She must’ve filmed it earlier. I finish watching purely to listen to her voice.
I start the video she posted yesterday. She’s wearing a scarf to cover the marks I left on her neck, and my dick twitches at the sight. It stiffens fully when I realize what she’s saying. I’m her fucking unicorn. Not that I needed her video to know I blew her mind, but now she’s confessing it to the whole world.
Intending to leave a comment, I try to log in but my account has been banned for breaking the rules of their community. Apparently you’re not allowed to threaten people.
Whatever. I watch the video again and start thinking about all the things I’m going to do to her in the morning.
In the Thunderbird, I drop Piper at school for breakfast club at eight and head home. I don’t even bother to pull it all the way down my driveway before hopping out and going to Avery’s front door.
I ring the bell and wait. I ring the bell again. That Darla chick better be gone.
Avery opens the door, tying a white cotton housecoat around her. I hook my hands into the belt and back her into the house, kicking the door shut with my foot.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Have you showered yet?” I ask, kissing her neck and taking her hand in mine. Her smell put my dick on alert.
“No, I just got up and haven’t had time yet. I usually have a coffee first to get me started.”
I don’t say anything as I pull her upstairs and into the bathroom. I pull open her housecoat, revealing an old t-shirt that she must’ve slept in. The swell of her tits underneath it, hanging free forces me to swallow in anticipation.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting this,” she says.
I smirk at her, debating whether to say anything about her video. After all, she did say she wants her unicorn to have his way with her.
Moving my body tight against hers, I crush my mouth against hers. Our kiss is frantic. It’s been two and a half days, but it feels like two years.
Flicking the housecoat over her shoulders, I let it fall to the floor. She lifts her arms as I pull her shirt up over her head and drop it onto the housecoat.
Avery grapples with my clothes, and I pull my shirt off as she yanks down my shorts and boxers.
With one hand in the small of her back, I push her against me, our naked bodies pressed tight together. Avery runs her lips over my chest, filling my veins with fire. With my other hand, I turn the water on, set it to a good temperature and flick the lever to start the shower.
“Get in,” I say, urging her to step into the tub.
Without hesitating, Avery steps into the tub and sticks her head under the shower head.
She closes her eyes and she soaks her hair. The water runs down her face and over her tits and on down to her shaved pussy. Avery increases the show, by running her hands over her body.
Fuck me.
I let my eyes feast on the view. My cock is fully awake now. All of the blood in my
body has rushed to it. I’ve got to stick to the plan, it has to wait.
I step into the tub, and rub my hands over Avery’s wet skin. My lips crush against hers, and I grind myself against her.
Breaking the kiss, my lips travel down the slick skin of her neck until I’m bent over with her nipple in my mouth.
She moans, and I carry on my plan. Following the flow of the water, I kiss over her tummy, until I’m kneeling in front of her. Grabbing her ass to support her, I flick my tongue through her folds, locating her clit.
Using my tongue, I expose it to the pounding water. The hot water is flowing down both sides, and I guide the water to her clit. Taking a mouthful of water, I suck her clit into the pool of water in my mouth, and force the water back and forth across it.
Avery gasps, and her legs buckle, but I hold her ass tight to support her.
“Knox,” she says, clamping her hands on my shoulders.
It’s time. I move one hand across her back so my arm can support her body. From the other hand, I push two of my fingers into her, and pump them against her front wall.
“Ah!” Avery cries as her legs buckle. My free arm takes all her weight. Her legs dangle useless under her. Her grip on my shoulders ends, and her arms dangle useless beside her.
I keep working at her pussy.
“Help,” she says, breathless, her torso slumped against the wall.
I ignore her.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she says, pawing helplessly at my head. “Please.”
She looks uncomfortable, and I made my point. I withdraw my fingers and hold her steady. Getting to my feet, I turn off the water and put my arm around her.
But she’s pure jelly and struggles to get out of the tub. I chuck her over my shoulder and walk to her bedroom, the messy one with the good mattress, and chuck her onto the bed.
I run back to the bathroom and grab a condom out of my shorts. I rush back into the bedroom. Avery is propped up on her elbows, her knees bent up and water from her wet hair drips down her tits.
Our eyes connect, and my cock pulses with ache, with want. I start to roll the condom on.
“If we got tested, you wouldn’t need that, you know. I have an IUD.”
“You told me already,” I say, as I finish putting the condom on. I’ve already been tested, I know I’m clean. That’s not the issue.
Avery slides one leg down, a pouty smile on her full lips. She gets better by the second. I climb onto the bed and up between her legs, stopping to kiss her tits on the way up.
Our lips lock and I thread my fingers through hers, holding her hands alongside her head. I push my cock into her entrance, and she moans into my mouth.
Placing my head alongside hers, I move in her tight walls.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to come in the shower,” I say, my voice a low growl.
Avery doesn’t say anything, instead she moans as I push in and out of her.
I continue, “Because it doesn’t matter how strong I am, I only have two arms. And know what I’m doing.”
Avery
I don’t understand.
My body is screaming with joy and I can’t think straight. I can barely see straight, my body tingles everywhere, including, seemingly, my eyeballs.
“And that’s why you can’t get your pussy licked in the shower,” Knox says.
I still don’t understand. Only that the memory of us in the shower comes flooding back. I thought I was going to crack my head open and die in that shower, and a part of me thinks it would be worth it.
“Knox,” I say, whimpering at the recent memory.
He increases the depth of his thrusts, his thick cock tight against my walls. I lose the ability to breathe as my muscles coil tight around my lungs.
“Oh, Knox,” I cry, and my pussy turns into a spasming wreck.
Waves radiate out from between my legs as I grip Knox for support. I realize I’m digging my nails deep into the flesh of his back, and force my fingers to relax.
Knox growls and his cock throbs. He slams his pelvis into mine and buries himself deep inside me as he comes.
His chest heaves as he hovers over me, and we both struggle to catch our breath.
Looking down at me, he says, “I’m really looking forward to having you beg me to do whatever I want to you,” he pauses, and adds with a smile, “and your kitten.”
Fuck, I suddenly understand.
My breath catches in my lungs, and I feel like I’m suffocating. I turn my head to the side and force a cough. I can’t bring myself to look at Knox, but I can feel his body jiggle as he laughs.
I try to wiggle out from under him, to run away and hide. Knox cages me in, I can’t go anywhere. I should’ve known from the way he didn’t freak out at my wall of sex toys on Friday. Idiot.
“Don’t run away from your unicorn, you’ve got to hold onto me tight,” he says, grinding his dick into me as he speaks.
I cringe, once again wanting the earth to swallow me whole.
Resigned, I ask, “How long have you known?”
“Since the first time we met.”
“Oh, you’re a long-time fan?” I tease, trying to turn the tables.
Knox laughs and I snap my head up to look at him. As soon as my lips are angled up, he plants a kiss on them, still half laughing.
“What?” I ask.
“Hardly. That day a friend told me you’d moved to town. I’d never heard of you, so he showed me your videos. When I met you that night, I couldn’t believe the hot chick who gives out sex advice was living next door to me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s some kind of invasion of privacy, or something.” I push my hands up on his chest to move him off me, but Knox doesn’t budge.
“I tried to comment on the unicorn video,” I cringe again when he says unicorn, “But my account’s been banned. Apparently you can’t make threatening comments.”
“Did you make other comments on my videos?”
He kisses my forehead, and says, “Yes.”
My brow creases as I try to understand what he’s saying. He was banned? Was he the troll?
“Jerk, how dare you make all those comments about me.”
“You were supposed to appreciate them.”
“This is insane. First you don’t tell me you knew about my videos, now you’re telling me you were my troll. Do you know how upsetting those types of comments are to me?”
“Why? You should be thanking me.”
That’s it. “Get out of me,” I demand, pushing him.
“What the fuck, baby?” he says, kneeling back. “I shouldn’t have told you. I didn’t have to, you know. But since you’re posting about me now, I thought it would be the nice thing to do.”
In my mind, I’m leaping to my feet in outrage. In reality, my legs are like fucking jelly, and they’re not leaping anywhere. My mind races over everything he’s said and done.
Fuck. The shaving. Shit. The shower. The hard, fast fuck. Wearing the blue top to suck him off.
Knox looks at me. “That Hung like a Donkey guy was saying some nasty things to you. I thought you would appreciate your... unicorn protecting you.”
I understand. A smile spreads across my face. He’s not my troll.
“That’s why you wanted me to wear the blue top while I sucked you off, isn’t it?”
Now it’s his turn to look awkward. Knox looks away and for a second, his breathing pauses.
“You’ve probably been over there watching that video, jerking off and dreaming of me giving you the best blow job ever. Am I right?”
Knox leans down, grabs my head and pulls it close to his mouth. “So what if I did,” he growls.
Holy shit, I wasn’t expecting that answer. He did? He admitted that? Butterflies explode in my chest.
Breathlessly, I say, “I hope the real thing lived up to your expectations.”
“Better, even,” Knox says, and crushes his lips against mine.
Our kiss has all the heat an
d passion as the earlier one in the bathroom. For a moment, I think we’re going to start all over again.
He breaks the kiss, and says “I have to get some work done.”
“So do I.”
“What are you going to say about me today?”
“Nothing. You’re not always the subject, you know. In fact, you barely ever are.” There goes my idea for today. I’ll have to do a question-answering video to make up for it.
“Let me know if you need any help. I’ll be more than happy to give you some more ideas.”
Knox leaves the room. His clothes are still in the bathroom. I’d follow him to get my bathrobe but my body is still tingling so much that I can’t bring myself to get off the bed.
He returns, carrying his clothes, and sits on the edge of the bed to dress.
“Are you at your car thing tonight?”
“Every Monday.”
“Want me to watch Piper?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, she’s a cool kid. You’ve done a great job raising her,” I say, and immediately feel foolish. Is it weird to tell a guy you think he’s a good parent?
Knox turns his head to me, his eyebrows raised, “You think so?”
I manage to crawl over to him, and drape myself over his back.
“Absolutely. Piper sure is lucky to have such a great dad.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I feel like an idiot. Why did I say that? Just because I think it. I have to get better at this arrangement. It’s sex, nothing more.
How can I make it nothing more?
Knox stands to pull up his shorts, and I slump back onto the bed. He does up the button, and I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay and hang out with me all day. But I know we both have mortgages to pay.
“See ya,” he says, and steps towards the bedroom door.
“If you want a nice lunch break, you know where I am,” I say.
He grunts as he goes through the door. Maybe the father comments were too much. Too far out of a fuck-buddy agreement.
A second later, he pokes his head back in the door, and says, “Come for dinner tonight, before I go.”
“Sure,” I say, filled with relief as the butterflies fill my chest again.
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