by A. T Brennan
I pulled her underwear off and shoved them in my pocket, then I lifted her skirt and pulled her down so her ass was on the edge of the couch.
Not even pausing I shoved her thighs apart and lowered my mouth to her already wet pussy.
“Oh god!” she cried out as I licked a trail up her slit.
Today I wanted to tease her. I didn’t want to be gentle and get her off as fast as possible. I wanted to draw it out until she begged me to let her come.
“Oh!”
I parted her glistening folds and shoved my tongue deep inside her, thrusting into her over and over as I fucked her with my tongue. She cried out and arched into me, but I just pushed her back down on the couch. I wanted to be in charge.
She let me pull her legs up so her feet were off the floor and her thighs were over my shoulders, then I went to town.
I licked and sucked on her throbbing clit, alternating every few seconds so she couldn’t get used to one feeling. Every once and a while I’d shove my tongue as deep inside her body as I could, and with every cry, every scream of pleasure she let out my dick got a little harder until it felt like I was about to burst.
“Fuck! Oh my god!” she cried out as I slipped two fingers inside her and fucked her with my hand, sucking on her clit as I flicked it with my tongue.
“God, oh god!”
Her legs were shaking over my shoulders and her body was heaving. I could feel her contracting as I brought her closer and closer to her orgasm, but I wouldn’t let it crest.
“Please, please Matt. Make me come, please!”
That was exactly what I’d wanted to hear and I released her clit so I could swirl my tongue over it.
“Oh god!” she almost screamed as her walls clamped down on my fingers and her entire body was wracked with pleasure. “Fuck!”
I kept my mouth sealed around her and watched up the line of her body as she fully gave into her orgasm.
“Fuck you’re hot,” I said, finally letting her go of her clit as she shook her head and looked down at me.
“God, you’re so good at that.” She moaned as I pulled my fingers out of her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, babe. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“If it’s anything like what you do to me, then I have a pretty good idea.”
With a grin I leaned up, needing to kiss her.
Just as I was starting to push her back on the couch so I could lay over her, I heard the doorknob turn.
Shock washed over me and I jumped away from her, almost falling over in my haste to move. I managed to throw myself onto the other side of the couch as she pushed her skirt down, and a millisecond later Logan came into the apartment.
“All packed and ready to go?” Logan asked with a grin as he came over to hug Avery. I could see she was flushed and a little disoriented, but thankfully Logan didn’t seem to notice.
“All ready.” I nodded, trying to act nonchalant.
“You too?” he asked as he looked down at Avery. “You look nice. You should wear skirts more often.”
“Thanks, and yeah. All packed.” She nodded to her dropped bag.
“Great. I’ll go get my stuff and we can head out.”
We watched Logan head to his room and I let out a breath.
All I could think about was how we’d almost been caught. If he’d come home even a minute earlier he’d have walked in on me going down on his best friend, the girl I’d sworn to leave alone. There was no way we could have explained me having my face buried in her pussy, and I was grateful he hadn’t heard her scream as he’d come up to the door.
I glanced at Logan’s room and slid closer to her. I needed to kiss her one last time before we left.
She seemed to need my kiss just as much and tilted her face to mine, meeting me halfway. All I wanted to do was pull her close and get lost in her, but I kept the kiss light and short. We’d gotten lucky once, I wasn’t about to tempt fate again.
Chapter Ten
AVERY
The drive to Logan and Matt’s parent’s house in Olympia took about an hour, and it was the longest hour of my life. I sat in the backseat trying not to relive the minutes before Logan had come into the apartment.
I’d missed Matt. We’d talked on the phone and texted constantly, but I’d missed seeing him. Even touching myself as he told me what he would do to me if he was there, hearing him as he touched himself hadn’t been enough. I’d missed his feeling his hands on my body, his lips against mine. Phone sex was a great release, but it didn’t do anything to ease the ache of not seeing him.
I knew I was being ridiculous. We’d only been secretly dating for a week and I was getting mushy and losing it when I couldn’t see him for a few days. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I’d gone from always being by myself to not being able to handle being alone.
I liked Matt, a lot. There was a part of me that thought I might be in love with him, but I couldn’t be. Could I?
I didn’t know what love felt like, I only knew how it was described in books and what I saw in movies. Being around Matt made me happy, the thought of him kissing me, touching me, made me wet and aroused, but was that love?
When we were apart I wondered what he was doing, but not in a jealous way. I didn’t wonder who he was talking to or if he was around other girls, I wondered if he was happy or if he was thinking about me.
I was so confused and I wished I could talk to someone about what I was feeling so I could figure out what the hell was going on. I needed a friend, but Logan wasn’t an option. I couldn’t talk to Matt about any of this and I didn’t really know Jason or Jaxon so I couldn’t talk to them either.
I needed a girlfriend, but I’d never had one so it looked like I was going to have to figure this out on my own.
There was also a part of me that wondered what Matt was feeling. I knew he liked me, he was going against Logan’s wishes to be with me. It was obvious he found me attractive, but did he feel anything stronger than lust?
Logan loved Matt, I could see that, but he’d been pretty free with the details of Matt’s past when he mentioned him. It seemed Matt had always been a bit of a manwhore, as Logan put it. He’d slept around in high school and had spent most of his time in college using his room as a revolving door of random chicks. He didn’t do repeats and he’d never had a girlfriend.
I hated that I was so inexperienced. It was like I’d told him, everything that happened between us was a first for me, but I was just one of a crowd. I wanted to be able to please him, to give him as much pleasure as he gave me, and I worried about being bad. I knew all about sex in the theoretical sense, but without any experience I knew I’d end up fumbling around and most likely make a fool out of myself.
Plus I had to wonder why Matt was so against having sex with me. He kept saying he wasn’t going to take my virginity, but I wanted to give it to him. I wanted him to be my first, and if he’d slept with as many girls as Logan let on, what was so wrong with me that he didn’t want to have sex with me?
I was so confused, and so deep in thought I didn’t even realize when Matt pulled the car into a long driveway.
“Avery?”
I jumped at Logan’s voice and shook my head.
“You okay?”
“Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” I gave him what I hoped was a bright smile and unclipped my seatbelt. Now was not the time to be thinking about Matt and what was or wasn’t going on between us.
* * * * *
Matt’s parents were really nice, and their house was more modest than I’d imagined. I knew they weren’t rich, but for some reason I’d pictured them as more well off. Everything about their house seemed to revolve around the boys. There were family pictures everywhere and little mementos of the past scattered throughout the house. It was welcoming and looked like a great place to grow up in.
The moment we’d walked through the door we’d been greeted by their parents, and the transformation in Matt was incredible. As soon as he’d seen
his mom he’d broken out in a huge grin and rushed forward to hug her, lifting her off the ground as she laughed and hugged him back. When he’d let her go he’d turned to his dad and given him a huge hug as well. All of the men in my family shook hands, even my cousins and uncles shook hands when they saw each other. It was nice to see their family was so loving and open.
After some quick introductions Logan had taken me up to his room so I could put my stuff away.
“Is it weird coming back to your old room after being away for so long?” I asked as I sat on his bed. Thankfully he had a double because I didn’t see a cot anywhere.
“It gets weirder every time.” He nodded and sat next to me. “Is it weird for you?”
“Yeah. It’s like a time capsule. Everything is exactly the way it’s always been, and I kind of feel like I’m intruding on the past.”
“Yeah. I feel like that too.”
“So you’re parents are super nice.”
“They’re awesome.” He grinned.
“Can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“Your parents had you, but then adopted three other kids. Why didn’t they have their own? Did they have trouble having more?”
“I don’t think so. Mom told me she and dad wanted to have a big family, but they’d decided that fostering was the way they wanted to do it. They waited until I was in school before they brought in our first foster kid and he stayed with us for two years until he was given back to his family. Then the twins came here and mom and dad adopted them a year later.”
“What about Matt?”
“We had a couple of other kids come to live with us for a while, then Matt showed up. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was just so used to being abandoned he’d put up a shield. It took some time but when he dropped it we all knew he was supposed to be part of the family and mom and dad adopted him too.”
“Wow, that’s incredible. To think of all the kids your parents helped over the years.” I smiled and ran my hand over the bedspread. “And you got three brothers out of it.”
“Did your parents ever talk about adoption, after they stopped trying to have their own?”
“No. I don’t know why not, it just never came up.”
“Do you want kids?”
“Um, I guess.”
“You don’t sound convinced.” He grinned.
“I do. But I feel like it’s going to be a long time before I’m ready.”
“You’re only nineteen. That’s good you’re thinking like that.” He laughed and patted my knee. “You have lots of time.”
“Do you want them?”
“I don’t know. Some days I think I do, but then I realize I’d have to find a guy to have them with and I’m not so sure.”
“Yo, Logan.” There was a knock on the door and I couldn’t place which twin was calling to us.
“What?”
“Mom wants us to set the table.”
“It takes four of us to set the table?”
“I’m just telling you what she said, so get your ass out of your room and come help us.”
“Fine.”
I giggled as he rolled his eyes and stood.
“You know, if I was straight and we were in here fooling around, he’d be the one to interrupt for shits and giggles.”
“Was that Jay?”
“Jax.” He shook his head.
“So I guess it’s time to set the table.” I stood and stretched.
“Just to warn you, I’m a needy bitch in bed. We will be cuddling.”
I laughed and pushed my hair off my shoulder. “Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?”
“Depends on who I’m cuddling. For you I’ll be the big one.”
“How kind.”
“Just think. Your first sleepover is going to be playing little spoon to your gay bestie.”
I laughed, trying to keep the flush off my face. This wasn’t my first sleepover, but I couldn’t tell him the truth because the first had been with Matt and I wasn’t allowed to talk about it.
* * * * *
Having dinner with Logan’s family was interesting. The boys ate more food than I’d ever seen anyone eat, and they laughed and joked the entire time.
Jaxon and Jason loved to take verbal swipes at everyone, but it was all in good fun and everyone gave back as good as they got.
After we finished eating the boys cleaned up and I felt a little out of place. When everything was clean and put away the entire family sat in the living room talking and having a few drinks.
It was fun. Everyone made a point to include me in the conversation and I even had a few glasses of wine. I sat on the loveseat with Logan while Matt sat with Jason and Jaxon on the couch, and every time I looked at him I had a hard time keeping my face neutral.
I loved seeing him so happy and relaxed, but I wished he was sitting next to me. I wished I could be there as his girlfriend and I didn’t have to watch everything I said and did to make sure I didn’t give away our secret.
Their parents went to bed around eleven and that’s when game night started.
“Avery, ever played poker?” Jason asked with a wicked grin as Logan handed me a fresh glass of wine.
“No.”
“Want to learn?”
“Um, sure.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you. Tonight we’ll teach you the game and tomorrow we’ll start the tournament,” Jaxon explained.
“Tournament?”
“It’s our thing.” Logan grabbed my hand and tugged me so I was standing. “We play a different game every night and keep score.”
“We don’t play for money, just bragging rights,” Matt added.
“Oh. Sure. Sounds good.”
We settled at the table and the guys proceeded to teach me poker.
I was terrible. I got the rules and how to play, but I couldn’t get a good hand to save my life, and Logan and Matt knew me so well I couldn’t fool them. After an hour I gave up playing and just sat and watched as they played.
“I’m getting tired.” I said after Jax had hit a winning streak. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“Okay.” Logan nodded and glanced over at me. “I’ll try not to wake you when I come in.”
“Have fun.” I stood and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “And kick some ass.”
“Not likely.” Jax grinned. “I’m taking your boy to the cleaners.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Logan rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling and deal. Your luck can’t last forever.”
Grinning I shook my head. “Goodnight, boys.”
“Night,” they chorused, and when I looked at Matt I saw heat in his eyes.
I turned away quickly, trying to hide my blush as I hurried up the stairs. The last think I needed was to get caught staring at Matt and have everyone figure out we’d seen each other’s ‘O’ faces.
It took me a moment to find my pajamas, and I was pulling off my shirt when the door to Logan’s room opened.
“Oh!” I gasped and turned to the door, and my shock turned to excitement when Matt slipped into the room.
He closed the distance between us in three strides and swept me into his arms. His lips descended on mine as he crushed me against his body, and I moaned in pleasure.
“I’ve been thinking about that for hours.” He said against my neck as he hugged me close.
“Me too. But what about—”
“I only have a few minutes before I have to get back. I told them I was going to the bathroom.”
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
“I know, babe. It’s not forever.”
“Yeah.” I sighed and wondered if he meant the secrecy or us.
“This weekend is going to be hell.” He kissed me deeply, his hand squeezing my breast and tweaking my nipple as he did.
“God, Matt. You’re going to get me all wet and then leave?”
“Fuck I love when you talk dirty.” He grinned wickedly at me. “Logan’s going to b
e playing for a while, you could always take care of yourself.”
“Masturbate in Logan’s bed? That’s a little weird.”
“Not in Logan’s bed, in mine.”
My breath caught as I imagined what it would be like to be in his room, touching myself and thinking about him.
“I want that image, of you spread out on my bed. I want you to imagine my face between your legs, my tongue on your clit as you come.”
“Fuck.” I squeezed my legs together as wetness pooled between them.
“Take a picture. Send it to me.”
“Okay.” I grinned. “Will you do the same later?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Mmmmm.” I licked my lips and reached up to give him a quick kiss. “That’s hot.”
“You’re hot.” He gave me one last kiss and stepped back. “Two doors down.”
I nodded and blew out a breath as he winked and left the room. It took me a moment to clear my head, then I hurriedly stripped off my skirt and pulled on my pajamas and grabbed my phone.
I felt incredibly naughty as I crept out of Logan’s room and went down the hall. A part of me was afraid of getting caught, but I wanted to do this.
As quietly as I could I slipped into Matt’s empty room and silently closed the door.
His room was pretty plain. Everything was neat and he didn’t have a lot of stuff. It seemed he really was a minimalist.
When my eyes landed on his bed I grinned and made my way over to it. The moment I slipped between the sheets I could smell him. That incredible scent of clean laundry and fresh rain filled my senses and felt at home.
If I was going to do this I wanted to do it right. I sat up and stripped off my shirt and pushed down my pants, freeing one leg so I could access my body. When I lay down I picked up my phone and opened the camera.
I felt a little stupid and very awkward, but I took a dozen pictures of me spread out on his bed trying to look sexy. Eleven of the photos were crap but one looked nice. I deleted the extras and sent him the decent one, then I put my phone down and closed my eyes.
I thought about Matt’s hard body as I ran my hands over my breasts, sighing as I brushed them over my nipples. I imagined it was his hands moving over my skin, and when I slipped my hand between my legs I pretended it was Matt’s tongue.
