Page 129 of Under the Influence

“I just kind of pictured you and Carson as this power couple. I didn’t really expect you to hide much from him.”

She sighs, “You mean sex.”

“Yeah, I guess I kind of do.” I wince.

“We haven’t had sex. So I guess the image we were portraying to the world worked. Especially if we had you fooled.”

“But you had sex with me?” I blurt.

“Yeah, I did.”

“But not Carson?” I slowly ask, as if I’m trying to figure out what that means in my mess of a brain.

She wraps her arms around my neck, “No.”

Her lips softly touch mine for the first time in weeks, and I realize I’m in trouble when it comes to her. We might not make sense to the world, but we make sense to us.

“What does that mean?” I croak, forgetting my own name as her lips hover over mine.

“It means I like you, stupid.” She teases, her lips falling back down against mine.

I shake my head in agreement as she deepens our kiss. My mom’s voice echoes inside my clouded mind as I ask, “Are you on birth control?”

She nods against me, her lips never leaving mine as we fall against her blankets. My dick pushes against the fabric of my sweats as she reaches up to tug against my hair.

“I should get a condom anyway,” I breathe against her. We didn’t use one the first time but I don’t want to be the one to fuck up her plans with a baby. Even if I am pretty good at pulling out. “Just in case.”

She pulls away with hooded eyes and I allow my head to fall against her headboard.

They are in the car.

“I didn’t bring one in, I’m gonna have to go to my car.”

She rolls over, pulls a condom out of her nightstand, and tosses it against her sheets, “Can you stop freaking out now, please?”

Greedily, I claim her mouth again, slipping my hands under my Legacy baseball shirt she’s wearing and pulling it over her head.

Her bra is light pink and lacy against her dark skin. I drag my forefinger against the outline and down into her cleavage, touching her full chest, before pulling the see-through fabric to the side, exposing her nipple.I take my tongue against it and watch as it pebbles up before taking it between my teeth. “Oh my god,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.

“You have the most perfect tits I have ever seen,” I tell her, sucking one into my mouth. “The perfect body.”

She pushes me onto my back, taking my sweats and pulling them down my thighs, before wrapping her perfectly manicured nails around the base of my cock. My head falls back and I groan when I feel myself hit the back of her throat. One agonizing stroke after then next until I feel like I am going to shoot my cum down her throat.

I wrap my hands into her hair and pull her off, devouring her mouth with mine and fish for the condom next to us. She pulls it from my hand, slides it down my length, and then sinks down on to me.

She looks like an angel hovering over me, riding my dick.

“I’m going to come fast like this,” I tell her, knowing I was almost there a few minutes ago when I was hitting her tonsils.

She groans and it’s a slow, agonizing pace that she’s using to chase her orgasm. It’s pure torture. After a couple more strokes, I feel her thighs and pussy clench and I’m done.

She shakes against me and she’s fucking loud when she finishes. It sends me right over the edge with her. She rides out her orgasm and doesn’t immediately roll off of me. We lay like that until we both fall asleep.

The next day, I wake up tangled in a mess of Avery’s grey satin sheets. Her soft dark skin feels like fire against my ink-stained arms, while her hair is fanned out on the pillow beside us. Her phone buzzing on the floor next to the bed draws my attention. Messages from Carson are filling the lock screen.

Carson

United front your first day back, right?