24
Ava
Sitting at my desk Friday, I twirl my pen and yawn.
Shit, I am tired. Last night was worth it though.
His face was absolutely priceless. He was stunned speechless when I crawled to him.
I left neon lip prints up his thigh and around his cock.
It was a pretty erotic sight to behold, so I know it rocked his world.
I can still hear his gasps, groans, and grunts.
I love that he’s so vocal in bed. Just about as much as I love the filthy things he says to me.
I can’t wait to see what he has planned for me this weekend.
Buzz.
I lift my phone, expecting it to be a text from Mark, but it’s an unknown number.
Unknown: Hi. It’s Eric. I need to talk to you.
My stomach sinks.
Unknown: I know you’ve seen the message, Ava…
Me: What do you need, Eric?
Unknown: I need you to forgive me. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I hope you liked the roses. I’m sorry. I was awful to you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for months. Would you ever consider giving me another chance?
Me: While I appreciate the apology, it’s too little too late for another chance. I’m with Mark.
Unknown: Is it serious?
Me: Yes.
Unknown: What if he wasn’t in the picture? Would you reconsider?
Me: Honestly, no.
Unknown: We’ll see.
Me: There is nothing you can do that will ever change my mind.
I expect another answer, but he doesn’t text again. His messages leave a sour taste in my mouth. I grab my strawberry lemonade water and sip on it with a scowl. Time to get back to work.
???
I drag my butt through the door at four-thirty, but I’m excited because Mark’s truck is already here.
I had shown him where my key was this morning when he had asked if I kept a spare.
I am greeted with a delicious smell of roasting chicken wafting from the kitchen that has my belly growling in response.
“Mmmm, that smells delicious!” I all but growl from the entryway as I kick off my shoes.
“It won’t be ready for another hour or so still.” He walks around the corner and smiles at me. “Hi, Bella.”
“Hi, handsome,” I quip back. “What time did you get here?” I ask as I follow him back into the kitchen.
“I took a half day. I was too distracted and wanted to surprise you.”
“What had you all distracted?” I ask cheekily, already knowing the answer but still curious to hear what he’ll say. He opens the fridge door and pulls out a chilled bottle of red. He grabs two glasses, that he already had sitting out, off of the counter and brings them to the island to fill.
“Oh, you know, this gorgeous girl who rocked my socks off last night with a private peep show and a blowjob to rival all blowjobs.”
I feel the blush creeping up my neck as he passes my glass to me.
“Wow, I’m jealous. Tell me more anyway.”
He chuckles darkly.
“I figured tonight I’d return the favor.”
“Who said I’m letting you leave to go entertain her?”
“Mmmm… I won’t have to leave to do that.” He takes a healthy sip and eyes me closely like he’s making a plan. “Toss your hair up, and let’s get sudsy to relax some muscles. You had a long day, and we have time to kill til dinner’s ready.”
“That doesn’t sound like too shabby of an idea.”
He grabs both wine glasses and takes off down the hall.
“It’s a great idea.”
I start untucking my shirt from my skirt as I watch him out of the corner of my eye while he turns on the shower to start warming. He brings back my glass and hands it to me for a sip while he starts unzipping my skirt. I allow him the pleasure of stripping me down.
“Gimme and go get in,” he commands, taking the glass from my hands.
“Bossy,” I tease as I gather my hair up into a bun and secure it with the elastic that had been around my wrist. I climb into the shower and sigh at how amazing the water feels rolling down my skin.
Mark struts in naked and sets something down on the floor next to the shower door, but I can’t see it.
It’s probably a wine glass. He climbs in with me, smiling mischievously.
“What’s that smile for?”
“You’re naked.”
“So are you,” I point out.
“I have plans for you.”
“Oh? Should I be nervous?”
“Should you be? No, but will you be? Probably a little at first.”
“Oh boy, welp… Now I’m nervous,” I snicker, and his eyes gleam. My insides turn to jello when he looks at me like that.
He reaches down and grabs my body wash bar and begins to lather it up along my arms and upper back.
He presses a soft kiss below my ear as he takes his time massaging the suds into my shoulders.
Before long, I’m a boneless pile of putty in his hands as he rubs and loves on my body.
His fingers work the suds into my skin. When his fingers slip between my legs, I’m more than worked up enough for him.
I lean my head back onto his shoulder, and he claims my lips with his, slowly thrusting his tongue into my mouth in tandem with his fingers working my pussy.
He kisses a hot path along my neck before nipping my earlobe.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers into my ear as he rinses the soap from my pussy before slipping two fingers inside me then retreating to circle my clit.
“Yes,” I answer raspily, dizzy with lust.
“That’s my good girl.” I shiver as his free hand slides over my breasts, rubbing and pulling at my nipples. “And who does every inch of your body belong to?”
“My body’s yours, Marcus,” I pant out, and a delicious rumble from his throat sends goosebumps skittering across my wet flesh.
“Every. Single. Inch,” he enunciates darkly into my ear with each thrust of his fingers as his other hand leaves my tits.
It roams down my belly and slides to my lower back, rounding an ass check before squeezing gently.
I moan into the water as he repeats the motion on the other side.
“Put a foot up on the edge of the tub, baby. I want better access to this body of mine.” I do as he says, and he hums in approval, sinking his fingers deeper into my center, making me cry out. “Give me those lips.”
He kisses me hard, drinking me in as if he’s trying to steal the air from my lungs, and I gasp as his other fingers slip between my legs from underneath my raised leg.
He circles my clit with one hand and pumps two fingers in and out of my pussy with the other.
It feels amazing. He brings me to the edge then backs off of my clit.
I whimper in frustration, and he brushes it again lightly as he removes his other fingers from my aching pussy.
I expect him to shove them back in, but he slides them backward and circles the rim of my ass instead.
I tense a little, but I’m so crazed with lust, I don’t fight it.
“Don’t tense up. Just keep breathing. Enjoy the sensations and trust me.”
I whimper as he continues to circle the tight little muscle in tandem with my clit as he kisses my neck.
He applies a little more pressure to the ring, and I tip my hips back toward him, rubbing up against the pressure because I’ll admit, it feels good.
What I didn’t expect was that the muscle would give way causing the tip of his finger to dip into me.
I guess I should’ve expected that from the suds he hasn’t rinsed off my ass yet.
I gasp, and he groans with that first penetration.
“Easy, baby. Now was that so bad?” he pants next to my ear, his finger retreating, circling the muscle again, waiting for my answer.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“No, it wasn’t,” he echoes with a victorious tilt of his lips against mine as he dips back inside me.
This time, he pushes in just a tad further, moving his finger in and out slowly, and I grind back lightly against him, moaning softly at the new sensation.
It’s really not bad. I’m not quite sure why I was so nervous. I push back against him more.
“Fuck…” he curses under his breath and lets his soapy finger slide all the way into my ass. I gasp and shiver as he works it slowly in tandem with my clit. My pussy feels so empty, it makes me want to cry.
“Marcus?” I ask, not quite knowing what it is I’m even asking for, but my voice trembles with need.
His fingers on my clit leave and dip into my pussy, and I cry out as he adds a second finger to my rim and slides it in alongside the other soapy finger. I gasp again, and he curses again under his breath.
“You have no idea how badly I want to slam my cock into you right now while I finger-fuck this virgin ass.” I groan at his words, realizing that that is what I so desperately want.
“Please,” I beg as he slips those two fingers in and out. In and out.
“Please what?”
“I want that.”
“I need to hear the filthy words from your lips,” Mark grits out.
“I need your cock, but don’t you dare stop fucking my ass with those fingers.”
“Fuck, you are going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Please, Marcus,” I plead with him, leaning forward more and pressing my palms against the wall, tilting my hips back further for him. I need him inside me so badly, I feel like I could die.
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Mark
I growl deep in the back of my throat at the sound of her needy begging and slip my painfully hard dick between her lips. She’s so wet that I slide right in, and we both cry out at the onslaught of sensation.
“Fuck, Ava, I wish you could see how well both of your holes take what I give them.” I bite my lip, trying to steady my control as I take in the sight of her body accepting my fingers and cock.
“Mmmm, you look so good, so full of me.” I feel her squeeze me tightly, affected by my filthy words.
She pants as her cunt adjusts to my cock just waiting there inside her.
It throbs for her, begging me to move. I slowly retreat an inch or two before pressing back, testing if she’s ready for me to move yet.
She doesn’t hiss or yelp, so I try again, this time retreating a little further.
A low moan and ripple of her muscles encourages me to begin.