“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.”
“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.
“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.
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