Unfortunately, I hadn't heard from Avery in a couple of hours, and since Darla had already gone home for the day, I couldn't text her and find out how Avery was doing. I was sure he'd probably just fallen asleep, but my brain had been throwing visions of him passing out in the bathtub and drowning, or trying to make himself something to eat and passing out while it was cooking and burning our apartment building down with him in it.
I opened the door, tossing my stuff just to the right of it, and quickly removing my jacket, then scurrying down the hall nervously.
"Avery?" I called, hearing television noises coming from his room and heading that way. "Avery, are you awake?"
"Arch?" I heard from behind me and turned to find Avery striding out of my room, completely naked, dripping wet.… And hard.
I gasped, my knees going weak dramatically as I took in the sight before me. I'd seen him in a lot of different states of dress, including a skimpy pair of briefs one drunken night after we went clubbing, and he'd climbed into my bed rather than crawl down the hall to his own room. I'd known without a shadow of a doubt that the man was ridiculously gorgeous, especially since we only made it to the gym twice a week, but I wasn't ready. I didn't think I could have ever been ready. Naked Avery was better than every fantasy, and if I never saw another naked man for the rest of my life, I still thought I'd die fulfilled, because damn.
"Uh, Avery? What are you doing?"
I tried to look away, but I was only a man, and years and years of pent-up desire and frustration made it impossible. My head turned but my eyes didn't.
Avery didn't answer, simply scooped me up in his arms and hugged me tight, making me gasp as his delicious body pressed hard against mine. "I missed you so much."
"What?" My laugh was a little uncomfortable, mostly because his rock-hard dick was pinning my quickly rising one, and this had never been a thing with us before. His wet skin was soaking my clothes and I frowned. "Why are you soaking wet? Where's your towel?"
He hummed happily, rubbing his cheek against my head. "I heard your voice, so I came running without drying off."
"You could have fallen down, Ave. You should have just called out. I would have waited."
"But I missed you," he said, his tone kinda pouty.
He pressed his dick against mine, making me groan and my fingers dig into his shoulders as my body lit up. Did he do that on purpose? It didn't seem likely, since he'd never done anything like that before, but he'd also never strutted naked around the house before with a hard-on.
"Did you take a shower in my room?" I asked, clearing my throat at how embarrassingly high my voice sounded.
He hummed again, burying his face in my neck. "I missed you, so I decided to smell like you. I love the way you smell."
He took a deep breath of the skin under his nose, and I whimpered, letting my head fall to the side so he could have all the access he wanted as goosebumps popped up along my flesh, tightening my nipples.
I needed to be checking on him, not encouraging this behavior. He'd always been cuddly with me, but this was something different. The big, beautiful fucking dick pressing against mine… occasionally rubbing against mine, was definitely different.
The tingle at my hole let me know that I was getting slick, my body preparing for the monster grinding against me, and I whimpered.
Shit. Something wasn't right. I knew that. Logically, I understood that something was very off about this entire encounter, but my brain and body were not on the same page, and when he pinned me against the wall in the hallway, just outside my room, pressing his hips into mine, and groaning against the sensitive skin of my neck, it was really, really hard to think of anything but getting naked and getting his gorgeous dick in my ass.
"Avery, are you okay?" I asked huskily, trying to remember why I thought there might be something wrong. Nothing felt wrong. Everything felt fucking fantastic, especially when his hand slid down my back and over my ass, cupping my cheek and scraping his short nail over the seam of my slacks just over my hole.
I cried out, rolling my hips backward so that my dick dragged against his while my ass pressed into his hand.
"I am now," he growled, easily peeling me off the wall and carrying me down the hall and into his room.
My back hit the bed, and he ground down against me while nipping at the flesh of my throat. His hands moved continuously, upsetting my clothes, and making my body burn for more. He pulled back, slowly sliding his hands along my body, over my hard, sensitive nipples, down my quivering abs, over my hard and leaking dick, down my legs until he got to my feet.
Why did everything he did feel so fucking good? Even more importantly, were we really doing what I thought we were doing?
This… this is the time to stop him, Archer. Something's not right and you need to fix this.
"Avery? What are you doing?" I asked, reaching down to press my palm against my dick, watching his amazing body as he started removing my socks and shoes, his attention divided between his task and what my hand was doing.
He bit his bottom lip when my shoes hit the floor, followed not long after by the softer thud of my socks. His eyes were dark and glazed with lust, and even though none of this made sense, what he wanted was written right there on his face. "Something I’ve wanted to do for really long time."
What? How long? I had so many burning questions, but when his hands started slowly making their trek back up my body, stopping to cup me through my pants as his dick pulsed and leaked pre-cum, the only question I could think of was, Why the hell am I still in my clothes?
He popped open the button on my fly, his eyes riveted to his motions as I went after the buttons on my shirt, never happier in my life that I preferred polos to full button downs than in that moment, as I easily wrestled my shirt off of my body and tossed it to the floor.
He groaned as his eyes moved over my body before he planted his knee next to my hip, so he could lean over me and lick and suck on my nipples while using one hand to continue working on my pants.
"I want to knot you, Archer," he said, lifting his gaze to my face. "I want my knot to grow inside your sexy ass until I drown your hole in cum."
My body spasmed with need, and I gasped as my dick jerked hard in my pants, my underwear far beyond usable any longer until they were washed with the excessive amount of pre-cum leaking out of my slit.
Fuck! I'd never thought I'd be one to enjoy someone talking dirty like that, but my hole was soaked and tingling, and my body was humming with need.
Who the fuck would have guessed Avery Lynskey talked like a fucking porn star?
When he finally succeeded in getting my pants undone, he reached into my damp underwear, pulling my dick free, and I moaned, my hips thrusting up toward his hand, and he squeezed me tighter, his green eyes laser focused on my face.
"You're so fucking hot, Arch," he whispered, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth. "When I'm done eating your ass, you're going to ride me, so I can watch the way you move."
He moved up over me, his hand still wrapped around my dick, squeezing in gentle pulses, that made me want to thrust against him.
His mouth lingered close, his perfectly shaped, plump, but firm lips brushing against mine. "Can I kiss you, Archer?" he whispered, dragging our mouths together, over and over. "I think about kissing you all the time."