Beside the shelves is a rack of clothes. Fuck me, it’s all lingerie. A man could get lost in this room and never come out.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Avery says, tugging me towards the door.
She can’t budge me. I yank her into my arms again.
“What’s wrong with this room? Because that bed looks pretty fucking inviting,” I ask, knowing she won’t tell.
“It’s not as comfortable as the one in the other room, is all.”
“Who fucking cares,” I say and lock my mouth on hers.
Avery protests for a second, before relaxing into me. Our tongues clash, fueling me with more and more need. She moans, the sound making my cock even harder.
She scoops her hand under my shirt, and I break the kiss to pull it off over my head.
“Damn,” she says, her eyes wide as she traces my tattoos and my muscles with her fingers.
I’m eager to rip her clothes off, to expose whatever lingerie from that rack she may have on underneath, but not before I watch her suck my cock in that blue blouse.
Still standing in the middle of the room, I push down on her shoulders. Avery doesn’t resist. She takes the hint and drops to her knees like she wants it as bad as I do.
My cock strains at my jeans, and she takes no time in popping the button and unzipping the fly. Avery tugs them down, until the waistband is around my thighs and out of her way.
She does the same with my boxers, and my cock springs free.
Avery gasps as she sees it for the first time. Most women do, given my huge size.
She takes my cock in her hand and rubs along the shaft. I groan a little and throw my head back. Her tongue connects with my shaft, and this time I gasp. She drags her tongue from my balls to my head, circling it around as she reaches the head.
My back tenses, throwing my head back again. I quickly look back down, so I don’t miss a second of her lips on me.
While she continues to lick up and down my shaft, she cups my sack with her hand and fondles my balls. Still holding my balls, she clamps her mouth over the head of my cock, her tongue flicking as she draws it further into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl at the view. It’s everything I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks, and it feels a billion times better than I’d ever imagined.
To counter the tingling rushing up and down my back, I widen my stance and rest my hands on her head for support.
“Stop,” I say. If she keeps going, I’m going to give her a mouthful. And I want to see her naked before that happens.
Avery
“But,” I say in protest.
I’m on my knees, and eye level with the most glorious cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. Or tasted. Having him in my mouth sent a rush of heat to my pussy, flooding my walls.
God, he tastes good. I open my mouth and lean forward, determined to get it back in my mouth, but Knox yanks me up by my shoulders.
“I was enjoying that,” I say.
“So was I. Too much,” he says, his voice rough.
Knox tugs at my top, and I pull it off over my head, exposing my bra. It’s another lace one, this one red with a matching g-string. There’s barely anything to the bra itself, and my tits spill out of it.
His eyes pop, and he exhales sharply.
“If I’d known what was under that blouse, I would’ve ripped it off when I stepped through the door.”
The words wash over me, racing my heart. I’m relieved to know he likes my body as much as I like his. It’s nervous hooking up with a guy you already know has a perfect body, I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
He draws me into him, his right hand wedged between us, holding my left breast. Our upper bodies are pressed tight against each other. My body is already flaming from him, but the skin contact ignites it further, turning me into a volcano of lust.
Knox pushes his fingers inside the waistband of my skirt. I undo it, and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the g-string.
I step back to grab his jeans and push them further down his sculpted legs. Before I get to his knees, he wraps his finger in the string and yanks. The panties tear away, leaving me in only my bra.
“Better,” he says, and lifts me in his arms.
He drops me on the worn-out mattress, because I’d never intended for it to be anything other than background dressing. I sink into the worn-out bed and Knox climbs on after me, kicking off his jeans and underwear.
Our mouths find each other for a moment, before Knox’s firm lips trail down my neck and over my collarbone. With a finger, he pulls both cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts and he grunts in approval.
I moan as he kisses over them, moving between my nipples, teasing them with his tongue. With my leg, I rub against his rock-hard cock.
Knox props himself beside me, his hand rushing over my body until it reaches my mound. Without pause, two thick fingers push straight into my walls, which are slick with want. Without any attempt to be gentle, he rams them into me over and over while his thumb rubs against my clit.