AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Diego,” they say, “I really want to … want to feel you.”
“You have me,” I say, confused. What more of me could they possibly need to feel?
Avery shakes their head. “No, I mean…” They huff, frustrated with themself, and climb off of me. They don’t go far, standing before me so they can dig in their trouser pockets. Their hand re-emerges clutching a condom and a packet of lube. “I mean like this.”
“Oh.” I blink, then catch myself. My heart restarts like a clunky old car coughing and spluttering before it finds its rhythm again. “If that’s what you want…”
Avery is biting on their lip. “It is. I didn’t have time to change, but I grabbed this before I came down here in the hopes that … that you might say yes.”
What kind of utter fool would I have to be to say no? Yet I can barely form the word, my throat all clogged up as heat boils through me in a rush.
Avery tosses the packets onto the cushion beside me. They stand before me unbuttoning their shirt, and I get to watch as they slide it off their slender arms and let it fall to the floor. The undershirt goes next, then they move righton to the slacks, not a beat of hesitation pausing them before they’re completely naked before me.
They lower to their knees, sliding their hands up my legs to spread them, then sliding those hands even higher to palm over me while they lick their lips. Their eyes could be the eyes of a demon, sharp with mischief, luring me into oblivion.
Mama and her church group will have to say a few extra prayers for me this week.
Avery reaches my fly and undoes it, their eyes never leaving mine, even when they start dragging my pants and briefs all the way down and off. I race to take care of my shirt, but when I free myself from the fabric all the breath whooshes from my lungs.
Avery is kneeling on the floor languorously feeding their own fingers into their mouth with a deliberate, destructive pumping motion. They pluck their fingers free and smile at me as they reach behind themself.
“Are you going to help, or should I do everything myself?” they say as their hand moves behind them.
Fucking Christ. I’m not inexperienced in this, but I might as well be in this moment. No one’s ever put on a show like this for me, and even if someone had tried, I doubt they’d measure up to a naked, gyrating Avery riding their own hand, lips parted around deepening breaths, cheeks flushed, beautiful cock stiff between their legs.
I scramble for the packages, fumbling until I choosethe right one and manage to tear it open and sheathe myself. I do even worse with the next packet, nearly getting more on Avery’s couch than my cock. Avery watches my every move, chewing on their lip as I stroke myself, plunging their fingers more forcefully into themself, as though what I’m doing could possibly be even a fraction as enticing as them opening themself up for me.
“Avery,” I groan.
“Fuck, you look so good,” they say. “I need you.”
They pull their fingers out and all but leap into my lap, apparently as eager as I am, as absurd as that is. They straddle my thighs, reaching for my cock immediately so they can angle it at themself. Their experience is apparent as they work themself onto me, self-assured and brash. The nails of one hand dig into my shoulder as they ease down, taking me in an inch at a time. Harsh breaths gust against my face, each seeming hotter than the last, as though me filling them is overheating their whole body. I cling to their slender waist, trying to steady them, to do more than sit here uselessly, but Avery has their own ideas, clearly, and they need very little assistance from me to make them happen.
Soon, they’re all but sitting in my lap. I’m leaning back, holding their waist, looking up at them as they brace on the edge of the couch on either side of my head and gaze down at me. And they’re just so God damn gorgeous I can’t stand it. I reach a hand up topull them to me. Avery moans against my mouth as the motion of bending down apparently shifts me inside them. The moment our lips touch, they wriggle in my lap, a slow roll of their hips that moves my cock around within their tight, hot walls.
Both of us are groaning, lips sloppy and often missing each other as we try to kiss and writhe all at once. I grab at their hair on impulse, feeling blindly for the tie restraining it. When I get it free, all that silky black cascades around us, so long it tickles my chest as it spills past their shoulders.
Avery sits back a little, smiling at me like my freeing their hair amuses them. I don’t care. They can laugh all they like. Shrouded within the curtain of their hair, our boiling body heat cocooning us in a cloud, I don’t care about anything but touching them.
I run a thumb along their lips, and before I can pull it away they take the digit into their mouth, clamping it gently between their teeth. They flick the tip of their tongue at the pad of my thumb, and the sensation shivers through me. I shift my hips without thinking, and Avery gasps and releases my finger.
They grip the back of the couch harder, head bowed as they start rocking atop me in earnest. Their tight heat grips me as they slide up and down. I watch their sinuous body roll closer on the way up, then backward on the way down, every motion a little deeper, a little harder, a little faster.
“God, Avery, that feels so good,” Igroan.
“Your cock,” they respond, breathy and broken. “I want more.”
My hands fly back to their waist, eager to obey, to indulge their every desire. I try to jerk my hips up at them, to give them whatever I can, and they shout the first time our bodies meet with a slap. They have all of me at their disposal, every atom in my body turned to their pleasure. When they grip the couch hard enough to make it creak and throw themself at me, I snap my hips upward to meet them.
“Oh fuck,” they cry, throwing their head back, sending all that long, dark hair flying around us.
It’s like a vision out of a fantasy, their hair, their body, the haze that washes through me as pleasure surges upward. I forget to close my eyes, too caught up in watching them as they take what they please from me, take everything I have and more, and I gleefully offer it up to them.
Amid the tumult, I reach for their cock. It’s hard, the head slick with pre-cum. I move my hand along them in rhythm with their body, and they scream at their ceiling, bucking even harder in my lap. Their body clenches, and I choke on my own breaths, the pressure and heat overwhelming me all at once. Finally, my eyes snap closed, but it almost doesn’t matter. Everything is so tense within me that I’m only left in that warm darkness for a moment before I’m shoving my hips up at Avery, rigid with tensionas pleasure erupts out of me.
Avery groans and whimpers and fucks into my hand until they’re spilling over it. They clench around me, and I can feel the overwhelming tension corded through their whole body. A few more jerky jabs of their hips and then it’s over. They’re sinking onto me, breath blowing hot against my chest as they sag forward to rest their head against my shoulder and pant.
I’m softening inside them, my whole body weak with satiation. The heat that poured off us is dissipating, cooler air prickling my skin, but I make no attempt to move, letting Avery sit on me as long as they like.
