Chapter 19 Avery
AVERY
I gasped as my pussy came in contact with his thick, hard dick.
When he spoke, his voice was a deep rumble, a vibration I felt in my core. “We’re not eating cookies.”
“I know.”
He lowered his head to mine and captured my mouth, his tongue driving between my lips with an urgency that took me by surprise after the languid kiss we’d shared in the foyer.
This time there was nothing leisurely about the way he consumed my mouth. His claiming was desperate and fiery, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my tits against his chest, molding the soft swell of my body to the hard planes of his.
His hands down the sides of my body, like he was mapping uncharted territory. His palms left a trail of heat in their wake, lighting a fire that brought my body to life in places I hadn’t known existed.
He rubbed his dick against my pussy and I moaned into his mouth as he slipped one hand between our bodies. His palm was hot against my inner thighs, his fingers practiced as they slipped into my boxer shorts.
I squirmed as he stroked my pussy over my underwear, grateful for the fact that his mouth was still locked on mine both because the kiss was delicious and because it kept me from begging for him to finger-fuck me right there on the island.
But in the end, I didn’t have to beg. He slipped his fingers into my underwear and stroked my slit before pushing two fingers inside me.
“Jesus fuck…” he murmured, kissing his way down my throat.
“Fudge!” I gasped, pushing onto his fingers, taking them deeper. “Jesus fudge!”
“Nope, I meant what I said. Only jesus fuck will do with this wet little pussy wrapped around my fingers.”
My face heated at the sound of the word “pussy” said out loud, but it paled in comparison to the heat generated by the thrust of his fingers through my channel.
He used his free hand to pull down my tank top, exposing my tit.
“I knew it,” he said, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I knew all of you would be perfect.”
All that baking must have given him superior hand-eye coordination. Or maybe he was good at baking because he already had super hand-eye coordination.
Either way he was really good at what he was doing, pushing his fingers into my pussy, stroking my clit with his thumb, all while working my tit with his other hand.
Then he closed his mouth around my nipple and I moaned long and low with the sheer pleasure of it.
I gripped onto his shoulders and arched my back, matching the rhythm of his fingers with thrusts of my hips, arching my back to give him more access to my tit.
He sucked and lapped, covering my nipple with the wet heat of his mouth while he moved his fingers faster inside my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet. I bet you taste like cotton candy.”
The thought of Beck’s mouth and tongue on my pussy was like rocket fuel at the center of my body, and I rocked my hips faster on his hand, reaching for the orgasm that had blossomed to life under his capable hands.
I dropped one of my palms to his chest, ran it across the flat plane of his abs, and slid it under the waistband of his sweats.
And holy sugar. He was big.
Big and smooth, his skin stretched tight and soft as satin.
He groaned as I closed my hand around his shaft.
I delivered long, slow strokes to his dick and a fresh wave of pressure built at my center. I could almost feel him pushing inside me. Could almost feel him fucking me.
I rocked faster on his hand, sinking into the pressure of his thumb, making slow circular motions on my clit.
He lifted his head to look down at me with glassy eyes. “You going to come, cupcake?”
“Yes!” I gasped.
“Fuck yes,” he said. “Come so I can taste you. Come so I can fuck you and make you come again.”
I cried out as I tipped over the edge and he slammed his lips onto mine, absorbing the sound with a kiss that threatened to swallow me whole.
His tongue plundered my mouth as I shuddered around his fingers, rocking my hips to wring every ounce of pleasure from the tremors rolling through my body, and I dropped into a black hole of pleasure, a place where everything was quiet and dark, everything except the intense pleasure sparking a thousand fires under my skin.
He didn’t break our kiss until I went limp against his upper body. The orgasm had wrung me out, left me breathless. I was hardly even aware that I still had his dick in my hand.
He looked down at me, his eyes burning with raw desire, and opened his mouth to speak.
Except the voice that sounded in the kitchen didn’t come from him. It came from behind him.
“I’m kind of offended I wasn’t invited to the party.”
Startled, I looked around Beck to see Noah, leaning again the wall, arms folded over his chest.
“Sugar!” I took my fingers out of Beck’s sweats and hurried to cover my tits with my tank top while Beck removed his fingers from my pussy.
Beck scowled but seemed otherwise unperturbed. “What are you, a fucking creeper?”
Noah shrugged. “Seemed like a bad time to interrupt.” He glanced at Beck. “I’m hurt I wasn’t included.”
Beck grinned. “Sucks to be you. That would be up to Avery.”
Noah walked toward me on the island. I probably should have been embarrassed that my legs were still spread, my nipples still hard, but everything was moving way too fast for embarrassment.
He leaned in without warning and captured my lips in a kiss that had me wet all over again.
He pulled away and looked down at me like I was a puzzle he was desperate to solve. “What do you say, sweetheart? Willing to let me third-wheel next time?”
“I… um…” My brain was short-circuiting, all the wires crossed and fried from the tantalizing suggestion on the heels of the mind-blowing orgasm delivered by Beck’s fingers.
Noah chuckled and reached for the uneaten half of my cookie, still on the counter where Beck had set it down before getting me off with his fingers.
“You can get back to me,” he said. “It’s an open invitation.”
The words rang in my ears as he popped the cookie in his mouth and left the kitchen.