Chapter 42 What Are You Waiting For? - Spencer #2
I knew I was the one teasing her, but with the slowness of it all, and the way she felt against me was just as much torture for me as it was for her.
“Sit up, now. I need this off of you.”
Avery leaned forward, holding her hands in the air. Once I slipped the flimsy tank top off her body, I unclasped her bra just as quickly.
She laid back with her beautiful dark locks splayed across the floor, and before my hands could reach up to her tits, she’d beat me to it. Her fingers rolled over her nipples, and the sight of her alone had me leaking from the tip.
“You like the way it feels when you play with your tits, Bella?” I couldn’t help but stare as she showed me just how she liked to be touched.
“I’d prefer it was you.” Her teeth pierced her lower lip.
It was getting fucking hot in here.
Reaching behind my head, I tore my shirt off and watched as her eyes traveled over each muscle.
“Touch me,” I demanded, needing her hands on me.
When the chill of her hands landed on my stomach, I filled my palms with the soft flesh of her heavy tits.
The way she dragged her fingers over every indent on my stomach, inching lower and lower until she reached the waist of my pants, had me panting internally.
I needed more of her. So, when I lowered my mouth down to her perfect nipples, and a moan crept up her throat, I was fucking gone.
My tongue flicked over one nipple, and I pinched the other between my fingers. The prettiest shade of pink danced across her cheeks, and with all the attention on her boobs, her breathing picked up speed.
The more I worked my mouth over her skin, her hands continued to drag along my stomach. Her touch lit me up, driving me fucking crazy.
“Yes, Daddy. You’re making me so wet with your mouth on my tits,” she moaned, and I matched it with a groan of my own.
Yup, that would do it.
Her praise triggered my hips to buck forward. Begging for her hand to creep lower.
As if she worked her way into my every thought, her fingers slid beneath my waistband, meeting my rock-hard cock.
“Mmm … Looks like I’m not the only one turned on.”
“Fuuuck,” I grunted as she rolled her thumb over the precum coating my tip.
With her hands roaming over my length, my insides stirred, driving me mad.
My mouth worked down her body. Biting, kissing, devouring her, and dragging my tongue over every inch until I hit the fabric of her leggings.
The further I worked my lips, the farther away my cock separated from her grip—completely slipping from the warmth of her hands.
As badly as I craved her touch, I needed to get the rest of our clothes off.
Before I worked on my pants, I cupped her pussy through the black fabric.
“So wet. Even through your clothes.”
My digits ran over her dampness, locating her clit like it was a target. She squirmed in my hands as if she was already on edge, ready to come.
“Up,” I demanded with my fingers already hooked in her waistband.
Her hips shot up, and I tore the rest of her clothing from her body, leaving her bare.
“My good girl,” I groaned, standing up and making work of my own pants. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see what’s mine.”
With her hands back on her tits, her legs dropped open, and mother of fucking God was it a sight to see.
“You’re glistening for me, Avery.” I swallowed thickly.
Fuck. I could slip right in and bury myself in her heat. But I wanted to taste her on my tongue. I wanted to feel her squeeze my fingers as she came. I wanted Avery in every way possible.
“You look parched. What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”
I shook my head.
“Jesus, Avery. You’re fucking delectable.” My heart pounded as I stepped through my briefs and tossed them to the side.
With my heavy cock resting in my hand, I stroked myself, watching as she rolled over her pretty little nipples.
“Touch yourself, Avery.”
“I am,” she said coyly with a smile tugging her lips.
“Lower.” My eyes traveled down to her soaked pussy.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned as her hand lowered down her stomach.
When she reached that sweet spot between her legs, her eyes shifted away.
“Eyes on me, Bella. You’ll look me in the eye while you slip your fingers over that wet cunt of yours,” I ordered.
Her eyes connected with mine, her cheeks on fire.
Everything about her was fucking perfect. Spread eagle on my bedroom floor with one hand palming her tit and the other diving into her center. Her eyes were heavy as she continued to touch herself, and the only time her eyes dropped were when they fell to my hand, jerking my cock.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Avery. You know that?”
She didn’t answer as I continued to praise her—just carried on as she brought herself closer to the edge.
“I’m so close, Spencer.”
When her body started to tighten and her speed increased over her clit, I released my cock from my hand and lowered to my knees.
“Stop,” I demanded, edging her before she could finish.
“W-Why?” she cried, lifting her fingers.
“Because I don’t want you to come yet.” I grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, sucking off every bit of her.
Mouthwatering.
“Jesus, that was hot,” she whimpered, rising to her knees. “Kiss me, Spence. Give me your tongue so I can taste myself.”
Her lips reached up to meet mine, our tongues tangling right off the bat.
We’d only been connected for a few moments when Avery took me by complete surprise. Her hands met my chest, pushing me away from her and to the ground.
When my back landed on the carpet, she rose to her feet, and I slid my hands behind my head, taking in the view.
“Taking control, are ya?” I chuckled.
“Is that okay, Daddy?” She walked toward my face, and I had a front row seat to her glistening cunt.
“Perfectly fine with me. Use me how you want.” I smirked.
Shocking me once more, she slowly lowered her pussy to my face, and fuck if my cock didn’t jolt as her scent surrounded me.
Without wasting any time, my tongue reached out, licking her up from her throbbing clit, all the way to her entrance.
“All I’ve been able to think about since you took your clothes off is wrapping my mouth around your cock,” she moaned while I sucked her clit. “I figured, why not get the best of both worlds while I choke on you?”
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her pussy as she grinded her hips over my face.
It would be a damn miracle if I didn’t come the moment her mouth closed around me.
Her tongue reached out and teased my tip while her hands gripped the base of me, and it didn’t take much for me to grow even harder, even if I didn’t think it was possible.
She traced my cock with her tongue, teasing, and playing, only driving me to devour her pussy more than I already had been. My hands held her ass tightly after I delivered a slap that echoed off the bare walls.
Avery might have controlled this situation, but I was still going to dominate her.
She responded to the jolt of pain by wrapping her mouth around my girth, soaking me in her saliva, and moaning through the sting.
“Fuck, yes. I’m going to come, Spencer.” She lifted her mouth from my cock to drive her hips faster over my tongue.
I never thought I’d say this, but I was happy she chose this exact moment to free my cock from the perfection of her mouth. If I would’ve hit the back of her throat one more time, I’d have shot off like a cannon, losing all control.
Now, I could make her come on my face and finish with my cock buried deep inside of her.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes,” she cried as I suffocated myself with her. “I’m coming!”
The sweet taste of her coated my tongue, and I continued to lap her up until she was too sensitive to take anymore.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round two, Bella,” I panted, catching my breath from being buried underneath her. She crawled off me, lying at my feet. “My cock needs you,” I added desperately.
“I’m always ready for you. Let’s make up for lost time.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she waited for me to make the next move.
A devilish smirk grew across my face.
Standing up, I held my hand out for her, and when she stood up on shaky legs, I picked her up, immediately cradling her into my body.
“How about a change of scenery?”
“Where are you taking me?” Her laugh vibrated against my neck.
“The balcony.” I unlocked the glass doors with Avery still in my arms.
“Spencer! What if someone sees us? What if we get caught?”
I chuckled.
“You mean, what if I get caught fucking my girl on the balcony of the penthouse that I own forty-something stories up in the air?”
The early fall breeze hit our bare skin and goosebumps covered Avery’s arms.
Was this new territory for her?
Was she nervous?
We’d fooled around in a nightclub where anyone could have seen us.
“I mean, what if Peeping Tom one skyscraper over has a telescope and gets off on shit like this?”
“Then I guess we better give him the best show in all of Vegas.” I winked, setting Avery down.
When she didn’t hide behind me, but stood proudly with her naked body on display, it made me wonder if she was coming around to the idea.
What she didn’t know was that even though it felt very open out here, it was still very private.
The balcony came up high enough for safety measures, and if someone was across the way, they wouldn’t even be able to see her.
The glass was opaque—nontransparent—and the last thing she’d have to worry about was anyone getting a clear image of her.
But there was some fun in making her think someone could be watching.
She was mine, and I would be the only one getting an eyeful of her.