“I most definitely approve of this. You’re some kind of dream.”
“Better than you imagined than when you were thinking of me while you touched yourself?”
“Holy fuck, yes.”
“Yeah, same here.”
She adjusts her hips, taking me in deeper. Avery stops talking, but I keep thrusting, each one makes her moan in my ear. My balls are a tingling fucking mess, and I don’t know how much longer I can deny myself. But I need to make her come again.
“This time when you scream, scream my name,” I say, my voice firm.
Avery clamps her legs over mine, tilting her hips further. Her hands are hooked around my shoulders, and her fingernails dig deeper and harder into my skin. I keep thrusting into her, my cheek tight against hers.
Her whole body tenses underneath me, her legs and arms fix around me with all her strength. She’s close, and I grind myself into her, rubbing against her clit as I move.
“Oh, fuck, Knox. Knox!” she yells beside my ear as her fingers claw down my back.
Oh God, her voice calling my name.
I grunt as a shudder rushes up my back, and I fill the condom with cum.
My lungs heave, and I breathe heavy through my mouth to refill them. Avery relaxes her limbs and flops them on the bed.
I don’t want to leave her yet. I prop myself over her on my elbows, and brush my lips against hers.
Neither of us says anything for a few moments. When my heart rate calms down, I look at her. Avery looks up at me, biting her bottom lip.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing.”
“I’m just really glad you came up with this idea,” she says.
“I don’t know. I think I’m going to get a lot less work done, since I’ll be over here so much.”
She throws her head back, laughing, and I press my lips against her exposed neck. Unable to help myself, I kiss down it to the fleshy bit where it joins her shoulder and suck it hard into my mouth. I don’t normally leave my mark, but Avery needs one.
My new fuck toy.
“Stop it. You’re bad,” she says, but doesn’t do anything to stop me.
I move my mouth higher up her neck, and give her another hickey. She’s going to be wearing scarves in her videos this week, all because of me. I give her two more, not believing she’s letting me.
Satisfied, I hold the condom and pull out of her, set it on her bedside table, and lie beside her. The bed bows under our weight, forcing us tight against each other.
“Should we get Darla to babysit again tomorrow?” she asks.
I don’t answer. Part of me is filled with guilt over what we’re doing. Lying to Piper so I could come fuck the neighbor probably isn’t the best parenting in the world.
On the other hand, a man has needs, and I can probably be a better father if I’m not suffering from blue balls all the time. I could’ve gotten her a babysitter for the classic car drives, but after seeing Avery and watching her videos, that lost all appeal.
I’d have to imagine any woman bent over my car was Avery. And I’m not that pathetic.
But we have to be careful. Piper must never find out about our arrangement.
“Too risky,” I say, however much I want to.
“You mean we have to wait till Monday?” she says, her eyes roving over my face.
I laugh, cup her cheek, as say, “The night is young.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to go home until at least midnight. Darla won’t care.”
“Yep.”
I relax back into the bed, the shift in my weight bringing Avery even closer to me, and our bodies overlap. With her head on my shoulder, we rest. Her nipples are hard, and I mindlessly circle them with my thumb.
This is good. Comfortable. Like dinner was comfortable, and hanging out with her afterwards. Though it’s much easier to be in her presence when I can touch her at will.
My back starts to ache from this shitty mattress.
“This bed is shit,” I say, sitting up.
“I told you to go in the other room.”
“It was worth it,” I say, and get off the bed.
“What are you doing?” she says, her voice alarmed.
“Just looking.”
I move to the back wall, the one never shown in her videos. The shelves are full of sex-related products. I ignore them, I have no use for any of them. It’s the lingerie rack I want to see.
The rack is wedged between the shelves and the lighting. As I move closer, something on the shelf catches my attention. Used concert ticket stubs. I pick them up, curious to know what she saw.
I’m taken aback for a moment. They’re for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, my favorite band. I’d wanted to go, Marcus got us tickets, but I couldn’t find a good babysitter for Piper and had to miss it.