5. Five
Five
Diego
I can’t help but grin as I watch the moving company haul Avery’s belongings into our house. It’s been a whirlwind few days since we officially hired her as Evie’s nanny.
As I direct a man carrying a box labeled “Baby Stuff” into the guest room— now Avery’s room, I say, “This better not be a secret box of your camgirl stuff.”
I catch her eye. She’s standing in the doorway, looking a bit overwhelmed.
“You okay, Sweetheart? That was just a joke.” I take her hand. Our one and only date so far began and ended at the restaurant, but she lets me add this small level of intimacy.
Avery nods, despite the hesitation in her eyes. “Yeah, it’s just… I can’t believe I’m going to live here.”
Pulling her into my arms, I’m unable to resist the urge to comfort her. “We’re happy to have you here. And your little one, of course. ”
She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I’ve noticed she does that a lot—puts on a brave face when she’s feeling uncertain. How many walls will I have to help her break down before she’s comfortable being herself?
“Thanks, Diego. I appreciate that.” She glances at the bed. “And thanks for understanding about the sleeping arrangements.”
I shrug, trying to keep things light. “I’ve got a spot for you in my bed anytime. Even if you just want a cuddle.”
But inside, I’m itching to close the distance between us. To hell with separate bedrooms—I want to wake up next to her every morning.
As the movers finish up, an idea strikes me. “Hey, how about we get out of here for a bit? I know the perfect way to unwind.”
Avery raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“How do you feel about motorcycles?”
Her eyes widen, and for a second, I think I’ve made a mistake. But then she laughs, a genuine sound that makes my heart skip a beat.
“I’ve never ridden one.”
“Want to change that? I’ve got an extra helmet.”
“Do moms— never mind that was silly. Look at my entire roller derby team. Let me check in with my brothers and make sure they’re fine. ”
After she confirms that we have a couple more hours cleared on her schedule, I help her onto the back of the bike, showing her where to put her feet and hands. Then once I’m on, I help wrap her arms around my waist.
I have to take a deep breath to convince my boner to relax.
As I hit the throttle, Avery’s grip tightens. I’m hyperaware of every point where our bodies touch, and that her legs are spread around me. I want to slide her around my body and let her pussy be open over my cock.
Am I too much for this sweet thing? She’s so young and innocent.
It’s only a fifteen-minute ride to my favorite overlook. The view of Peach Bottom Valley sprawled out below us is the perfect spot to spread the blanket I have in the saddlebag and help Avery relax.
“Let me rub those money-makers.”
“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?” She laughs, but allows me to slip her shoe and sock off. I take full advantage of her willingness and do the same to her other foot.
Focusing on one foot first, I grip it with both hands and rub my thumbs into her arches.
She leans back on her elbows and her head drops back. “That feels so good.”
“This is the right way for a man to be fascinated with your feet.”
Reclining fully and extending her arms over her head, she says, “I’m not going to disagree.
Working my way up her calf, over her yoga pants, I force myself not to go higher, yet. Time for the other foot.
“I saw you staring at my MC patches the other night. Does it bother you that I’m in a motorcycle club?”
Avery hesitates, and I can see the walls going up again. “No, it’s fine.”
I ease myself onto one elbow, studying her face. “I’m in one of the good ones. Ask any of your teammates that have hooked up with my brothers.”
“Trust me, I’m well aware of how much my teammates enjoy your brothers.”
“It’s kind of crazy. I’ve been wondering why the guys were going to all of the roller derby bouts. Guess I should have shown up.”
“You’re here now.”
Her simple words sound like an invitation, but I want her to be more than just a roommate with benefits. I want to breed her. I hate that someone else has already given her a baby. Where is that motherfucker now? Why isn’t he taking care of them?
I stroke my fingers along the length of her arm and realize how tense she is. “Tell me about yourself.”
She laughs, but it’s hollow. “I’m just a single mom trying to get through each day. ”
Evasive once again. “Alright, how about we start with something simpler?”
“Like what? I’m so boring now.”
“You’re far from boring. What’s your roller derby name? I’ve heard some really fun ones, like Unholy Roller, Bitchcraft, DomiSkatrix…”
Her eyes fall shut as she suppresses a laugh. “Here comes proof of how not fun I am… MamaBear. I got pregnant before my first official bout, so the team named me.”
Without letting her dwell, I sit and pat the blanket between my legs. “It’s perfect.” I also consider her derby name more proof that she’s supposed to be in our lives since Bane calls Evie ‘Baby Bear’.
She furrows her brow.
“Let me give you a massage.”
She hops into place. “If it’s anywhere as good as your foot massage, this might become a habit. I promise I’ll pay you back.”
Cupping her petite frame, I work my fingers into her shoulders, down her back, along her arms, then pull her body against my chest. “The only payback I want is for you to trust me.”
“I wouldn’t have moved in or be alone in the woods with you if I didn’t trust you.”
“I mean with everything. You don’t have to hide your past from me.”
Her body tenses.
“You don’t have to tell me until you’re ready.” Tucking my finger beside her chin, I angle her face so I can see it. “Can I kiss you?”
She nods.
Her lips are soft and warm against mine then they part and my tongue slides between them, picking up the hint of strawberries from her lip gloss. I take my time, savoring the feel of her mouth beneath mine.
She swivels her body to face me. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer before her legs straddle me. She sits on my lap, grinding on my erection, whether she realizes it or not.
I suspect she’s fully aware.
As the kiss deepens, my hands wander, exploring the curves of her body. I want to devour her, to erase every trace of hesitation. I tug at the hem of her shirt, and she lifts her arms, allowing me to pull it over her head. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her lace bra barely containing her plump breasts.
I skim my hands up her belly, feeling the muscles flutter under her silky skin. She wiggles and mumbles something against my lips, as if embarrassed by my touch.
“You’re perfect,” I say, not sure if my words make it through our kiss. I also don’t want to make her uncomfortable so I move my hands upward to palm her heavy breasts and roll her pebbled nipples between my fingers.
It’s not until I reach behind her to remove her bra that I realize my fingers are damp. Milk ?
I groan against her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my lips trailing down her jaw to her neck, dragging my tongue along her collarbone.
My hands slide to the waistband of her stretchy pants, slide inside, and grab her ass cheeks, rubbing her against my cock.
She squirms out of my grasp and off my lap as she fumbles to get my shirt off. I stop her when she reaches for the button on my jeans though.
Rotating her onto her back, I strip her pants and panties in one quick move before continuing downward with a few extra kisses on her belly, where I’d love to put a baby. It takes considerable self-control, but I stop, far sooner than I want. I don’t want her to get self-conscious again.
Her sweet musk overcomes my senses before my lips are on her curls. My cock would hurt a lot less if I’d let her take my pants off. No. I made the right move. I want her to understand what we’re not doing today.
Sliding my tongue between her pussy lips, I suck her clit into my mouth. She’s even sweeter than I imagined. She bucks and moans as I tease her swollen bud.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me as I feast on her. I slide my tongue into her, burying my nose against her clit.
“Oh my god, Diego,” she moans, her breath coming in short gasps. Her legs shake as they clamp around my head.
She cries out as she comes, wetness squirting my face. I want to praise her for letting go, for trusting me, but all I can do is relish the moment as I ease her through the orgasm.
I blinked hard when she squirted, but on re-opening my eyes, I take in the most beautiful sight of milk spraying from her breasts. She’s blissed out, her eyes closed, as her body surrenders.
My cock twitches hard and pre-cum spills in my underwear. I’m so close to going off, it’s not cool. This woman is going to be the end of life as I’ve known it.
Dragging my tongue through her curls, I start picking up the sugary-sweet milk. I lick her belly clean, drinking in her natural beauty. I want to suck on her tits—make her come while I’m sucking on them. I want her to spray me with her sweet milk.
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry.” She’s scrambling to get up.
“I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.”
“I can’t believe I made such a mess. I don’t have anything—”
“Let me get it.” I get her to lie back down and I take care of every last stream and drop of milk on her skin. But it’s not enough. I flick her nipple with my tongue. “Is it okay if I…”
For once in my life, I question my choices. Is she going to think I’m sick?
She bites her lower lip. “Go ahead.”
My eyes fall shut as I take her breast into my mouth and suck. Absolute heaven. I play with her other breast with my hand, then switch .
Then I feel it—my cock and balls nearly hit the point of no return. I pull off her breasts, sitting up.
“Is… What… Did I do something…” She covers her chest with an arm and tries to sit.
I wave her off as I take a deep breath. “It’s me. I got a little too into it. Almost…” I drop my gaze to my lap.
“Then let me reciprocate.”
Cupping one of her breasts, truly appreciating the weight of it, I say, “I don’t want you to have to do any work. Can I…”
What the hell is wrong? I’ve never been afraid to speak my mind.
“You want to fuck my tits? Go for it.”
Another surge of pre-cum shoots into my underwear. I didn’t expect her to be so blunt.
I strip my pants and underwear and pull my cock free, stroking the head with my thumb to spread the pre-cum. I’m leaking like never before, barely able to hold myself back, but I need more to slick her tits.
Trailing my fingers over her pussy, I lift them and savor her juices. She’s bound to think I’m a freak. My only other option is spit. My vote is definitely to use her release as lube. I’ve fucked my own hand slicked with my own spit too many times.
“I need to lube your cleavage.”
She clamps her eyes shut. “Oh god, and you want to use…”
Gently caressing her pussy, I get my hand good and juicy, then spread it on my cock.
My body is so sensitive, it’s almost enough to trigger the orgasm coiling in my balls already.
I rest my shaft between her supple tits and squeeze a nipple in each hand, slowly increasing my speed.
She lifts her head to watch, then extends her tongue. I thrust forward, allowing her to lap at my tip and taste my pre-cum.
It’s too good. I’m going to explode. My hips spasm and I pull back, thrusting quickly.
For a fleeting moment, I consider letting her tongue guide my dick into her pretty mouth, but the choice is no longer mine.
My body tenses as rope after rope of cum coats her chest and face. She drags her fingers over her throat, then licks them.
She looks damn good wearing nothing but my cum.
“Now we’re even. We both made messes.” I laugh while watching her cute little tongue reach onto her chin for more cum. “You don’t have to clean all of that up on your own though.”
I grab a rag from my saddle bag, wipe her clean, then nestle her naked body against my chest. “Where have you been all my life, Avery?”
“In the wrong place, apparently.”
I love that she’s letting her guard down. “Agreed. You weren’t in my arms. Glad we got that fixed.”
She rolls onto her back and gazes into my eyes. This is a different Avery than before. She’s not so guarded.
Music starts. I wrap my arm around Avery to protect her, but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.
“Shit.” She scrambles away. Toward the sound. And pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket.
Fuck. Is no moment sacred? I don’t fault her though. It could be about her kid.
Her expression stiffens and her finger pauses instead of accepting the call. “Just a second. I have to take this.” She taps the screen as she grabs her shirt. I try to help her slip it back on but she moves away from me.
The conversation is hushed and tense. When she gets off, she insists we go home, and that she doesn’t want to talk about it.