by Piper Rayne
Six fifty.
I search the room, deciphering where to start.
Toby and I built a fort Thursday and watched Goonies. The blankets are still strewn everywhere and covering the couch I plan to use to watch a movie with Ava later.
Moving my gaze to the kitchen, I see breakfast from this morning in the sink.
So, I’m not much of a cleaner. Ava has to already assume that about me.
Scrambling I figure the kitchen being clean is more important than a few blankets that need folding.
I turn on the water, getting the sink cleaned out and loading the dishwasher. Glancing at the kitchen table, I sigh and my head falls back.
Toby’s iPad, baseball cards, and a bunch of other crap is everywhere along with dried cereal from this morning. Instead of picking each item up, I grab the laundry basket that was for the clothes in the dryer and swipe my arm along the entire surface, effectively cleaning off the table.
Now we have somewhere to eat.
On the way to Toby’s room, I pick up all his stuff that you’d think must just fall out of his pockets as he walks around and drop the basket into his room, closing the door behind me.
The place is halfway decent now and my feet are moving to the family room to tear down the fort when the doorbell rings.
Should I have expected anything less than for Ava to be on time?
She’s smiling and eyeing me when I open the door.
Is she remembering the first time she was here because I wouldn’t mind her stripping in my foyer again.
“Hey,” she says, both her hands clutching her purse in front of her.
“Come in.” I step aside and open the door wider.
She peruses the area, her first time here with the lights on.
“Thank you.” Her heels click on my wooden floors and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her in anything but Chucks.
“So, I’m going to be honest with you. I’m not an Alice.” I grab Toby’s cup off the counter and stuff it in a drawer.
“Alice?” she asks, still looking around.
“You know from the Brady Bunch. Alice the housekeeper.”
She nods. “Oh. It’s okay, I didn’t think you would be.”
“Stereotyping me?” I ask her, grabbing her purse and placing it on the table. “Relax.”
She nods a few times, her eyes on the purse I just laid down. “Is it stereotyping when you find out it’s the truth?”
I chuckle, grabbing her hand and leading her through the house to the back door.
“I suppose not.” I open the screen door and wait for her to walk out first.
The minute the light salty air hits us, she smiles and inhales a deep breath.
“Talk about beautiful.” She takes no time to slip off her heels and wiggle her toes in the sand that bumps up to the edge of the deck.
I wait a second, admiring her ass in a pair of jeans rolled at the ankles and a blouse that falls over her left shoulder, exposing the sun-kissed skin I love to kiss. Usually she’s a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.
She’s still wearing jeans and you always see her at the bakery. What do you expect her to wear, a ball gown and diamonds?
Her head swivels both ways, finding us secluded except for my parent’s house farther back off the beach, but close enough to see that their lights are on.
“It’s peaceful.” She looks over her shoulder, smiling.
“That’s what I love the most about it.” I meet her at the end of the deck, not stepping in the sand since I’m wearing my boots.
“You?” she asks with a laugh about to rise up her throat.
“Yes, me. Why do you say that?”
“You like to be the center of attention, life of the party, take nothing seriously.” She sits down on the edge of my deck.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask.
“Sure.”
I run inside, grab two beers and return to the deck after disposing of my boots and socks.
“Here.” I twist the cap off and hand her over a bottle.
“What were we talking about?” I sit down next to her.
She’s wearing perfume tonight. Perfume that makes me want to push her onto her back and have my way with her.
“How you take nothing seriously.” She raises her eyebrows.
“I just like to have fun in life. That’s all.”
She nods. “I think you want people to believe that.”
We lock eyes for a moment, but she turns away. “Sorry, I shouldn’t do that. I’m always telling people what I see and that’s not what this is about.” Her eyes roam over my body.
“What this is about?”
She stands. “Friends with benefits. Nothing serious, right?” She startles me and I set my beer down on the deck to have two free hands.
“Well, friends find things out about each other.” My hands squeeze her ass.
“I’d rather get to the benefits.” Her fingers unbutton her top button on her blouse and she starts working her way down. “There’s no white cotton bra tonight.”
“No?” My eyes fixate on her fingers, her painted fingernails.
“I opted for something a tad sexier.” She opens her blouse and she’s wearing a black see-through bra with a red satin fabric spread across her bare breasts and tied into a bow.
“A present for me? It’s not even my birthday.” I flex my hands, exaggerating the movement in preparation to get my hands on her.
Her head falls back in laughter, and she steps a little closer to me.
“Go ahead.” She leans forward, her breath tickling my ear. “Open me.”
I look around like someone would have appeared in the two seconds she straddled my lap and stripped open her blouse.
My fingers grab each end of the bow and I pull. The fabric falls to her sides and there are those pink nipples peaked and ready to be played with.
“Damn, you’re sexy as hell.”
My one arm swings around her and I pull her closer to me so I can place my mouth over her breast.
Her fingers run along my neck, and one arm raises up until she’s pulling on my strands, keeping me right where she wants me.
“I think it’s safe to say you like your present?” She giggles.
“Uh huh,” I mumble into her breast, my tongue licking and swirling around her pebbled nipple.
She slides back, and her breast pops out of my mouth. “What are you doing?” I reach out to grab her again, but she shakes her head.
She stands up and unbuttons her jeans before kneeling on the bottom of the deck stoop.
“I think it’s time for gift number two.”
Pulling the hem of my shirt up she unfastens my jeans and pushes me to lean back so she can unzip my pants.
“Hey, I was good with where we were going.”
“Why are you always so quick not to let me suck you off?” She falls back on her heels. Her tits are right there and waiting for my hands.
“I never want you to think you have to do anything like that,” I say honestly.
“Dane.” She rises, leaning over to me so our lips are almost touching. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you crumble in ecstasy while you shoot your load into my mouth. And I really want to swallow you down my throat.”
“Fuck. Your dirty words almost finished the job before your mouth did.”
I’ve never been with a girl who talked as dirty as I did and now I see that I’ve been missing out. This woman is phenomenal.
She giggles and grabs the waist of my jeans and boxers, shimmying them down my legs with help from me.
Her hand fists me first, running up and down along my cock in a swirling motion. I wish we were on my couch so I could lean back and relax, but then I’d probably close my eyes and miss the first time those pretty plump lips cover my dick. Her pale pink glossed lips open and she takes me into her mouth.
It isn’t the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat or her hand pumping the bottom of my shaft that makes me g
row harder. It’s the inaudible moan that rises and floats out of her mouth and into the dusky night air above us.
“Holy shit.” My hand moves to her hair, fisting her dark strands around my hand, keeping her right there. Doing exactly what she’s doing.
Her free hand skates along my inner thigh until she cups my balls, playing with them in her hand.
A groan escapes as she sucks her cheeks in while she draws her mouth up my straining length and swirls her tongue around the head. Without pausing, she pushes back down on my cock until I reach the back of her throat. She does this over and over again until I can barely keep my head up and my eyes open to watch what is absolutely going to be the number one feature on my rub reel from now on.
My orgasm is right there, begging for the torture to end, but I’m promising myself it will be so much more intense if I can hold off a little longer.
“I don’t wanna know where you learned to suck cock like this or focus on the fact that you own that bra.”
Her soft giggle is still audible over her slurping as her saliva covers my cock and drips down over my balls.
She continues to moan and groan while the ocean waves make land, and I’m trying to not come, but then she does some sort of twisting action with her hands and mouth at the same time and all my stomach muscles contract as I jolt up, gripping her hair tighter.
“Oh, shit.”
I come down her throat and she stays there until my cock stops twitching, swallowing every drop of me.
By the time she rises, I see that at some point she’s stuck her hand down her own pants and that’s all my dick needs to go full salute again.
She licks her lips and then slides closer to me, bringing her lips to mine. “Want to taste yourself?” she asks, just like I did to her.
Then she giggles, standing up and grabbing my hand.
“Mind if we go inside now? I saw a fort I wouldn’t mind being lost in for a few hours.” She walks to the back door as I try to pull my pants and boxers up and keep pace.
She keeps the doorknob in her hand and her back pressed against the door.
I barricade her in, my lips millimeters from hers.
“Is it time for my benefits now?” she asks in a sultry voice that makes my balls tighten.
“Tell me what you want…rope, dildo, handcuffs?” I turn the knob and we fall into the house.
“How about all three?” she says and runs into the fort.
“A girl after my own heart.”
14
Ava
Dane pulls up his pants, and I throw my t-shirt back on.
“Hurry. She’s going to be here in like ten minutes,” I say to Dane who I’m about to shove out the window like he’s my high school boyfriend and my dad’s knocking on the door.
“I am, but I’m not about to zip up my dick so Charlie doesn’t find out about us.” He slowly tucks himself in and then pulls the zipper up at a tortoise pace.
“Okay,” I take my two hands and direct him to the door. “Now you go.”
“I kind of like these afternoon quickies.” He turns, and I circle him back around, my two hands on his back, forcing him down the hallway.
“Yeah, why is that?”
“Your mouth is dirtier during the daylight hours.” He chuckles and walks down the stairs just as the doorbell rings.
“I could say the same about you.”
We reach the bottom and he circles around again, picking me up. “I really do love your pussy just so you know. And your taste. I’m not lying when I say those things. It’s not a heat of the moment kinda thing.”
I laugh because when it comes to Dane I can’t not. “Well, thank you. I’m glad you find my pussy flavorful.”
He kisses me short and sweet and then my feet land on the floor. I swing open the door, finding a package on the stoop. I pick it up and feel my face heat when I see where the box is from. Dane pounces like the good observer he is.
“What’s in the package?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I toss it on the table and walk past him to grab his jacket off the couch. “Something for Charlie.”
It’s wrapped in brown paper, so he’ll have no idea. I turn at the same moment his eyes scan the package.
“Did Charlie change her name to Ava Pearson?” he asks, raising both eyebrows.
“It’s nothing. Let it go.”
He picks it up. “Are you keeping secrets from me? What is Your Hart’s Desire Products?” He acts like a seven-year-old trying to figure out his Christmas present by shaking the package. “It’s rectangular.”
I snatch it out of his hands. “It’s private.” I hold it to my chest.
“Do I really not satisfy you?”
I crinkle my brow.
“I know what Your Hart’s Desire Products are Ava. I don’t live under a rock.”
Of course he knows the sex toy company that Cat’s sister’s friend owns. Why wouldn’t he?
“The owner comes up and stays at Garrett’s cabin every year.”
Well, I didn’t know that, not that I care. I’m not going to stalk her and ask for samples. But still, I should find out what the hype of this unicorn cock thing is anyway.
“Am I not pleasing you enough?” He seems really bothered by that notion.
I smack him with the package and he rubs his hand over it. “Let’s not bruise the goods, okay?”
I laugh and he smirks.
The room grows quiet. “I’m serious though.”
Walking to him, I jump in his arms. “You pleasure me just fine.” More than fine if I’m being honest. “This is for our off nights. I bought one because Cat and Charlie were bragging about it and I wanted to know what it’s all about.”
He stares for an uncomfortable few seconds. “You’re telling me that you’ve never used a dildo?”
I shake my head.
“Butt plug? Nipple clamps?”
I shake my head again.
“Anal beads? Ben Wa balls?”
“Okay, now I’m wondering what you haven’t tried. No wonder you knew what Hart products were.”
He smiles. “Variety is the spice of life, right?” He winks and continues. “The thought of using a dildo on you intrigues me. Can you show me?”
I wiggle out of his hold and stare down at the package. Glancing at the clock, I see we only have five minutes before Charlie should be home.
“Quick, okay?”
“Hey, we’re dressed. I can say I stopped by to see her.”
I rip open the package and pull out the Unicorn Cock I bought.
“Unicorn Cock?” he asks, grabbing it from my hands and turning it around and around in his hands. “This is bullshit.”
“What?”
“It says that every girl should find their unicorn cock but in the meantime, enjoy this.” He looks at me without an ounce of humor in his eyes. “I’m your Unicorn Cock.”
I take it out of his hands. “Why would you say that?”
He approaches me. “Bring this to my office tonight and I’ll show you who your unicorn cock is.”
“Maybe.” I bite my bottom lip. Is he…jealous? Of an inanimate object?
A key inserts in the door and my eyes widen, and my gaze scrambles around the tiny area, to do what, I have no idea.
“I told you!” I point my finger at him, but he turns around, his shoulders relaxed.
Opening the door for Charlie she stumbles in, her hand still on the key in the door. She looks up to see Dane and then looks behind him to me and then back to Dane.
“Hey, boss.” She takes the key out of the lock and walks the rest of the way into the house.
“Hey, Charlie. Just finalizing my cupcake order for this week.” He waves his hand up in the air. “Thanks, Ava, see you later.” He shuts the door behind him leaving me alone with a very curious and skeptical Charlie.
“You’re screwing Dane Murray?” Charlie asks, flipping through the envelopes of mail on the table.
“No!” My voice not even c
lose to normal.
“Okay.” Her tone suggesting I’m lying.
“I’m serious, Charlie.”
She doesn’t say a word and walks into the kitchen.
I follow.
“Charlie,” I call out after her but she never turns around. “I’m not.”
She pulls down a bowl from the cabinet and pours cereal into it. “It’s none of my business if you are, but I’ll tell you this.” She points her spoon my way. “If you somehow get together with Dane and Cat’s with Marcus, I’m not going to be with Garrett.”
I slide into a chair at the table. “I’d think you’d like that scenario.”
She pours the milk and then digs her spoon into her Lucky Charms.
“Why would you say that?” she asks, not bothering to look my way.
“Charlie, most of the town knows you lust after Garrett Shaw.”
She shakes her head. “He’s one of those childhood crushes that’s all. My big brother’s best friend. He’s too heartbroken to ever be serious with another woman. I doubt he’s even the guy I crushed on anymore anyway.”
“I bet he’s in there somewhere. Maybe he needs you to dig him out.”
Just then the back door swings open and Cat bursts through, panting for breath.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She’s never at the apartment anymore since she’s usually at Marcus’ place.
“I ran down here from Marcus’.” She bends at the waist, heaving and trying to suck air into her lungs.
“Why?” Charlie asks in her usual laisse-faire manner.
“I’m having a hard time in the creativity department. I used to run in college when the same thing would happen in college, so I figured I’d try it out. Turns out I’m out of shape and I think I’ve gained twenty pounds since meeting Marcus.”
She grabs a water from the fridge and sits down, loudly gulping down half the bottle.
“What’s up with you guys?” she asks, still short of breath.
“Ava’s screwing Dane.”
“Charlie!” I screech but she only winks over the spoon of Lucky Charms going into her mouth.
“Really?” Cat looks at me, not nearly as surprised as she should be.
“You already knew?” I deadpan.