“The purple one’s nice.”
“Not big thunder here?” Did she actually use all of these?
She glanced at me, her cheek resting on her folded arms. “Certainly not. That one’s for you.”
My eyes widened, recalling our agreement. I dropped the big one back in the drawer. “The small one it is.”
Something told me whatever I put in her ass was absolutely going in mine, so I’d better tread carefully. More lube for sure.
Once everything was slick and relaxed, I worked the plug inside of her. She didn’t utter a single complaint, which pleased me but also made me nervous. Her submission was a tradeoff for mine. I wasn’t sure I’d be as cooperative. It all depended on what she had planned.
“Put your arms behind your back.”
She hesitated. “Why?”
“Because we had a deal, Avery.”
Her hands twisted, each one cupping the opposite elbow behind her back as she lay flat on the bed.
“Beautiful. Now, spread your legs wider.”
I lifted off of her, and her feet shimmied outward, widening to the edges of the mattress. The plug slipped, and I wedged it back in place. Her cheek rested on the comforter.
She was definitely aroused. “I wish you could see what I see right now. Your pink pussy’s dripping wet. You like this, Avery, whether you’ll admit it or not.”
She didn’t respond, which was fine.
“Shall we then?”
Aligning my cock to her delightfully wet pussy, I nudged the swollen tip past her glistening folds and sank to the hilt, burying myself deep. That first moment, embedded in her body, was unrefined ecstasy.
The plug made her incredibly tight. Lowering my mouth to her shoulder, I whispered, “I’m going to fuck you every chance I get. Hard, dirty, soft, tender… You can do your worst, Avery, because I intend to have you so often and in so many ways, that you forget every lover that came before. You know what that means, Avery? No more hiding. I’m going to know every part of your body—intimately. And you’re going to know mine. I’ll finally learn what you’re after and we’ll both get exactly what we want.”
The promise came from a dark, shadowed crevice of my soul. She was introducing me to places within myself I’d never met before.
“I look forward to my turn.”
Pulling back, I drove forward, and she let out a cry, her fingers tightening on her elbows. I made sure I was barely putting any weight on her. “Are you comfortable?”
“I’m fine.”
Nudging the plug, I tapped it deeper and thrust again. Once I found my rhythm, there was no stopping it. Orgasms tore out of her, milking my cock and my stamina never waned. Her moans fueled my thrusts, driving me deeper and harder.
“You feel that, Avery. I’m all the way in.”
“Yes…” Her voice had transcended to a breathy sigh.
I unlaced her arms, massaging her shoulders, and nibbling her jaw. She was getting tired. “Do you want me to come in your pussy or your mouth?”
I loved watching her consider every option and desperately wished I could hear her thoughts. “My mouth.”
My stomach turned like a carousel, sending thrilling shockwaves to my dick. Satisfied and surprised, I kissed her cheek. “Turn around. I want your head on the edge of the bed.”
Parting from her warmth caused a physical ache in my gut. I helped her into position, carefully gathering her hair behind her head, so it didn’t get stuck under her back.
“Rest your head over the edge of the mattress. There you go.” I removed the condom and stepped closer, slowly stroking. “You ever do it like this before?”
She shook her head. No sarcastic follow up. Just a clear view into a very small secret of her past. It was progress.
“Show me you want it.”
Her lips parted, and I pressed in, not fast or hard, but slow and deep. Upside down, everything was different. I thrusted, and she gripped my hips, guiding my pace and pulling me deeper. It was fucking incredible how easily she adapted to whatever I threw her way.
“Let me see your pussy.”
Her legs spread and I reached for her clit, her body arching as I gave the plug a little tap. As I rubbed her swollen flesh, her mouth grew clumsy, but still felt sensational. My hips pumped greedily.
Her face turned away, and she gasped. “It’s too much when you touch me too.”
It might have been, but it also could have been a power play. We weren’t going to play those games anymore, so I stuck to the ground rules. “Did you say something? I didn’t hear the magic word.”
Her lips firmed, and her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t utter a peep. Her tenacity was admirable. Even when having fun, she consistently tried to regain the upper hand.
Not today. “Get your mouth back on my cock, Avery.”
“I can’t concentrate when your hand’s on my clit.”
“That’s the beauty of it. Stop thinking. Just open yourself up and let me have control.”
She debated for a silent second and huffed, directing me back into her mouth. I pushed to the back of her throat, watching her toes curl as my fingers sink into her pussy. She let out a garbled cry, her sex pulsating around my fingers with greedy little pulls as her come bathed my hand. Bending lower, I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to add a bite of pleasure-pain, which she seemed to love. Not forgetting about the plug, I gave it a nudge, working my fingers over her wet pussy and wringing out another orgasm.
She was panting, unable to keep her concentration as I switched directions again, always keeping her on her toes.
“You know you can suck harder than that.”
She growled. It was the cutest sound. But then her mouth tightened with the added bonus of her fingers massaging my balls. My eyes rolled back at the first tug. Fuck. Now I was distracted. I zeroed in on her clit, thinking I could get one more good one out of her before I came.
Her dainty finger teased around the puckered skin of my ass, stalling my game and—“Jesus! Fuck!”
Her finger shoved all the way in, and my calves locked. I lifted to my toes, toppling forward and catching my weight on my hands at the last moment. “What the fuck, Avery!”
I caught her wrist but didn’t pull her free, too afraid she might damage something back there. She giggled, vibrating my dick out of her mouth.
“Problem?”
“Get your finger out of my ass!”
She poked deeper, and sweat broke over my brow. My fucking eyelids were sweating. “Avery!”
“Oh, come on, Noah. Stop thinking and just feel. Open up…”
My molars locked. “It’s not your turn.”
“I know. It’s yours. Most men would beg to have a woman do this to them.”
“I’m not most men. Get it out.”
“Okay. But first…” She did something, twisting her wrist and sharpening her reach as her mouth wrapped around my cock. Another poke and I trembled, a nearly violent release ripping through me with hardly any warning.
“Gah—What the fuck? Shit!”
Hot come shot through my veins, as shivers chased down my spine. She withdrew her finger and released my throbbing dick, rolling out from under me just as I collapsed on the bed.
Cocky as ever, she sprang off the mattress and smiled as I panted. Her voice practically sung like a smug canary. “I’ll give you a minute to find your bearings.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I lost track of how long she was gone. What the fuck just happened? Where had she learned to do that? I didn’t want to know.
I stared into space, eyes unfocused, my flaccid cock resting against my hip when she returned from the bathroom. “You cheated,” I rasped.
She put the toy and lube back in the drawer. “How’s it feel?”
I should have known. She would be that sort of girl. In hindsight it seemed all too predictable. The moment I let down my guard, she rammed a finger right up my ass.
“You cheated.”
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br /> She chuckled. “Serves you right. This is actually good. Now, you’ll be a little more prepared for when I take my turn. I’m not sure when that will be. I really do have to study at some point today, and tomorrow night I have plans. I guess I’ll let you know when the mood strikes and you can just enjoy the sweet anticipation of waiting and wondering when I’m going to knock on your back door again. I wonder which toys I’ll have with me that day.”
My gaze narrowed. Did she think I was going to back out? Not a chance. She could talk all the smack in the world, she wasn’t intimidating me out of the deal.
“Bring it. And when you’re done playing Mistress, I look forward to fucking that smug look right off your face.”
“I’m sure you will, but I still think I’ll have my fun while it’s my turn.” She tossed my shirt at my chest. “Get dressed. I have homework to do.”
I sat up, her earlier comment just registering. “Wait. Where are you going tomorrow night?”
“I have work.”
“Oh.” Right. Meaning she had a fucking date.
She doesn’t kiss them or touch them. Though that one guy always walked her up and hugged her. The fucking lines were blurred, and why did she have to have that job?
I silently stepped into my pants, my blood pressure rising. There was nothing I could do about her job right now, but maybe if things got more serious, we could figure out another option for her to make money, something that didn’t require my girlfriend to date other men.
Was she my girlfriend? Not yet. “What are you doing next Saturday?”
She shrugged, brushing out her hair. “I don’t know yet. Why?”
I savored the glimpse into her world and loved witnessing her performing personal acts like brushing her hair. She fascinated me.
“Maybe I could take you out.”
Putting down the brush, she turned to face the bed. “Are you asking me on another date?”
“Yeah.” Whether she realized it or not, I planned to date her. It figured that after all this time as a bachelor, I waited for the most unavailable woman to decide I want a monogamous relationship again. I’d break it to her slowly.
Noting her hesitation, I said, “You’re in charge this time. It’s your turn.”
That seemed to do the trick. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go out.”
I caught her hand, lacing our fingers loosely and pulling her close for a gentle kiss. “I’ll be at your door at seven. Don’t be late.”
“I thought I was in charge.”
“It’s not a matter or power, it’s a matter of etiquette. Be on time.”
“Fine. I’ll be ready.”
Good girl.
28
Avery
Micah took my key and unlocked my door as he always did. “Mind if I come in for a few minutes?”
I stilled, not used to him inviting himself into my home, but I couldn’t tell him no. It was his name on the lease after all. “Sure, come in.”
He followed me inside, and I awkwardly stood by the table, unsure of what to do. This was the moment I usually pried off my heels and put on pajamas, reverting from sexy sugar baby to slouchy college student.
He walked over to my desk and ran a long finger over the edge of my textbook. “Do you like your classes this semester?”
“So far. They’re all in my concentrations, so they keep me interested. Next week I find out where I’m student teaching.”
He looked at me. “You’ll need clothes for that. I can set you up with my personal shopper.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to, Avery. I made the offer because I want to.”
“Thank you.”
He left the desk and took a slow tour of my living room. As beautiful as the renovated mansion was, my apartment was decorated with items that testified to my age. Bright red sofa, fuzzy white shag carpet, brightly colored candleholders. He stuck out like a sore thumb in his exquisite suit that played up his beautiful African complexion. Even his polished dress shoes made me feel unsuitable. I straightened my posture.
“Does it make you nervous having me in your home?”
“Um, no. I just wasn’t expecting company.”
“Yet you invited me in any way. I can leave.”
“No.” I was being so rude. “Can I get you something to drink? I have … water.”
His dark, chestnut eyes studied me as he stepped closer, his hand trailing along my cheek. “Don’t trouble yourself, love. You’ve made a sweet little home for yourself here. I only wanted to see it.”
My head angled back so I could see his face. “I love my apartment, Micah. I’ll never be able to say thank you enough for helping me get it.”
His mouth curled upward. It wasn’t quite a smile, but Micah never smiled, so that might have been it.
His thumb traced over my lips. “Have you given any thought to what we discussed?”
I blinked and lowered my lashes. “A little. I’m—”
A heavy knock rattled the door.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“No. It’s probably just my neighbor.”
My chest tightened as if I were doing something wrong. Noah would be upset if he found another man in my home, but this was my home, and I could invite whomever I wanted inside. Yet the knock gave me the urge to shut off the lights and hide. What the hell was happening to me?
“The blond man?”
Heart racing I stared at the door and nodded. “Yes.”
“Does he often come by at eleven at night?”
“No. He’s probably just…” He’s being nosy. “…wants to ask me something.” The knock sounded again, heavier and harder. “I’ll see what he wants.”
Micah hung back as I went to open the door. Noah scowled into my apartment.
“Can I help you?”
“I need to borrow a cup of milk.”
I frowned at him. He knew I had dairy allergies. Angling the door for privacy, I hissed, “What are you doing?”
He glared over my shoulder.
Micah cleared his throat, pulling the door out of my grip, and held out a hand. “I’m Micah Buchanan. I didn’t catch your name.”
Noah shook his hand, using evident force. “Noah Wolfe.”
Micah’s dark eyes slowly took Noah’s measure, and then turned to me. “Will you be all right, love?”
I nodded. “You don’t have to leave.” I turned my attention back to Noah and scowled. “I’m all out of milk.”
Noah stepped away from the doorway but didn’t leave.
Micah glanced back into the apartment and back to me. “I’ll see myself out.” He leaned down, and my eyes widened as his mouth pressed to mine. Before it was just the corner of my lips, but this time, he wasn’t hiding his intentions. As he pulled away, his fingers pinched my chin. “I’ll call you tomorrow, love. Sweet dreams.”
I didn’t blink until the elevator closed behind him. Noah scowled at me.
“I thought they weren’t allowed to kiss you,” he snapped the second we were alone.
“I… Micah’s…” Why was I explaining myself to him? “Do you even need milk?”
“No, I don’t fucking need milk! Why was he inside your apartment, Avery?”
“Because I invited him in, Noah.” Irritated, I kicked off my shoes and removed my earrings. “If you don’t need anything, then get out.”
As I plucked the pins from my hair, I flinched at the sound of the door slamming. I slowly turned, finding my apartment empty.
“Noah?” He left? That wasn’t like him to just walk away. I frowned. He must be really angry.
I scoffed. Whatever. He had no right interfering with my job. This was my life.
I took off my dress and shoved my legs into PJ pants. Taking off my bra, I grabbed the first T-shirt I found and pulled it over my head. Shoving my feet into my slippers, I marched back to the living room and glared at the walls, my irritation amplifying.
“Fuck this.”
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br /> I marched across the hall and pounded on his door. It flung open, and he scowled at me but said nothing. His eyes did a slow perusal of my body, pausing at my feet, which were stuffed into cow slippers, and returning to my face. Still glaring.
Fine. I’d talk first. “You have no right to—”
My words muffled as his mouth slammed down on mine, his body backing me into the hall and against the wall across from his door. My overstuffed cow feet tripped and lifted off the ground as he shoved me into the hard surface. He wasn’t being demanding or grabby, just … passionate.
My fingers knotted in his hair, and I softened. “Noah…” His name was a whispered caress from my lips to his.
“I don’t like when other men are in your apartment,” he whispered, his mouth brushing over my lips.
My fingers forked through his hair as I pulled him closer. “It’s my job.”
His hand pressed into the back of my pants and squeezed. “No, it’s not.”
He was right—for now—but that might change in the near future. I still hadn’t had time to consider Micah’s offer.
“You can’t do that when I’m with a client.” I fed my hand up the back of his shirt, touching hot flesh and muscle.
He lifted me and my legs wrapped around his hips as he carried me into his apartment and kicked the door shut. We tumbled to his leather sofa where he continued to kiss me, stripping off my shirt and groping my tits.
“Don’t invite them in,” he rasped, dropping his mouth lower and kissing a path down my stomach. “Just me, Avery.”
He pulled down my pants, and his mouth was on me the second he had my panties out of the way. I arched and fisted his hair as he ate me with pure determination.
“Just me,” he whispered over my wet folds, driving a finger deep. “Tell me what you want. I’ll please you however you need.”
What he was doing was rather nice… “That. Keep doing that.”
He licked and kissed and teased. “Let me make you come.”
Was he asking? What kind of question was that? “Yes.”
He pressed another finger deep, striking a tender nerve as he thrust faster. His tongue swirled over my clit, sucking, nibbling. And then I was crying out as I came against his mouth.
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