Avery suddenly sits up, adjusting herself so her legs are just an inch away from me. She reaches her hand up to her neck as if massaging the tension she feels from being in that awkward position for too long. Brushing her hair off to one side, she exposes the silky skin of her neck, which is begging me to lick it.
She pulls the blanket away, covering Chloe’s body and revealing all of hers. Fuck. The sight of her long, toned legs, her ass cheeks peeking out from under her shorts. God-fucking-dammit, she’s not wearing any underwear, maybe just a small thong. “You use the blanket,” she says to Chloe. “I got really hot.”
“Fine, more for me,” Chloe replies, snuggling further under it.
Avery’s hands continue to trail over her own body, as she plays with the strap of her top, flicking it on and off her shoulders. The little vixen is teasing me, just like she did earlier today on this very same couch. I can’t help and smile at her lowly attempts at seduction. Clearly this little girl isn’t as experienced as I first thought. Or she wants me to know exactly what she’s doing.
Well then, let’s play.
I slowly, and as inconspicuous as I can, reach my arm out and graze the back of her calf with my fingers. Her knees are folded up to her chest, and I feel her body twitch as I graze her skin once again. This is exactly the reaction I was looking for.
I move my fingers higher, inching them closer to her thigh, but instead of pulling away like I thought she would, she lowers her knees letting her legs fall open. Fuck. I was not expecting that. I take it as an open invitation and inch my way over her inner thigh until my fingers and playing with the hem of her shorts. She’ll surely pull away now.
Yet she doesn’t.
Quite the opposite actually. Instead the little tease adjusts herself, turning and leaning back down over Chloe, her whole body, now shifted in my direction, and her legs are practically on my lap. She pulls the blanket back over herself but not lower than her thighs. How easily I could sneak my hand under there and play. No one would know. Is that what she wants?
“Zane,” she says, startling me. “My ankle kind of hurts again. Do you mind rubbing it the way you did earlier,” she practically whimpers, “It felt really good.”
I’m frozen, equally shocked by her forwardness and turned the fuck on by it. Is she really asking me to rub her out, right here with Chloe in the damn room?
“Yeah Zane help her please, the last thing I need is to return Avery injured after a week in Colorado. Her mom’s going to think we went skiing or something,” Chloe pleads, though her gaze never leaves the screen.
Fuck it, they’re both so nicely asking. “Sure,” I say, patting my lap, Avery instantly throws her legs over me. I start to massage her ankle, slowly moving back up her calf and toward her thigh before repeating the same process over and over again. I swear a damn hour goes by, my hands never once leaving her leg.
Suddenly Chloe begins to yawn, and my hand freezes on Avery’s thigh underneath the blanket. “I can’t believe I’m tapping out in the middle of Home Alone 2. This ones my favorite, what a damn shame.”
“We can go to bed now, I think I’m done too,” Avery adds and I can’t help feeling a little disappointed.
“No way Jose. You’re staying and finishing this marathon. You’ve never seen the Home Alone movies.” Chloe suddenly turns her attention to me, with a look I know too damn well. She’s about to beg for a favor. “Zane, can you please stay and keep Avery company so she doesn’t feel like she has to follow me to bed. I think I got a sugar rush and am about to crash but Avery’s never seen these movies.”
I shake my head about to refuse. That would be a bad idea, so fucking bad. “Pretty please Zane,” she adds, and there it is ladies and gentlemen, the goddamn puppy eyes. They get me every damn time.
“Just until this second one is over, we can finish the third tomorrow.”
“Thank you, thank you!” she squeals, jumping on my lap and kissing my cheek. My hands unknowingly wrap around her hips, her ass pretty much in my palms. Shit. She jumps off, unaware of how my cock just twitched in my pants. Fuck. I need release.
“Okay well goodnight you two, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Now it’s just the two of us, Avery’s legs still draped over mine, her body still in my reach, and that blanket doing nothing to shield her little cunt from me. Sitting up suddenly, she flips herself so the blanket falls off her body and lands in a puddle on the hardwood floor. She folds her legs to her body, shifting as she sits up so her torso is now at my reach.
“You gave me a massage, it only makes sense I return the favor,” she murmurs sensually, her voice smooth as fucking silk. Before I can answer and refuse the massage, her hands are on me, rubbing circles on my shoulders, relieving the tension I’ve had there all fucking day. Her soft hands move lower down my back, over my abdomen, and down to my thighs. I stand frozen, unable to react to whatever the fuck is happening.
“Avery,” I groan, as her hand begins to rub my thigh.
“You seem tense Zane, why are you so tense?” she asks coyly, looking at me through long lashes. Fucking little tease.
“I’m not,” I grunt, trying my hardest to suppress a fucking moan as her hand grazes my erection. Fuck.
“Is it because it’s hot in here?” she asks, releasing her hold on me only to fan herself. “Because I’m so hot, that blanket, the hot cocoa, lying on top of Chloe, it all made me really hot.”
My nerves are shot, this girl is playing with fucking fire, every word that comes out of her mouth shoots right to my dick. “It is pretty hot,” I answer, tugging on the neck of my t-shirt which suddenly feels incredibly tight. I clear my throat, “Maybe we should call it a night.”
“I’m still really hot, it’s these damn pajamas Chloe’s made me wear all day, I thought silk was supposed to be cool, not make me sweat like I’m wearing flannel.”
“Maybe you should change.”
“Maybe I should just take it off,” she teases with a wink and a sly smile.” I practically choke on my saliva, just as she tugs the top of her shirt as if airing it out. “Mind if I take it off, Zane?” she asks, and I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. There I go choking again at the sound of my name from her lips.
She laughs, a deep, sexy as fuck laugh, “Relax, I’m only kidding.”
I’m acting like a fucking idiot, at a loss of words, letting this little girl dominate the situation. If she wants to play then we’re going to play. She has no fucking idea who she’s playing with. “You should know not to kid around like that, people will get the wrong idea.”
“Let them, that’s their fucking problem. I’ve never cared what people say or think about me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her perky tits, and giving me an eyeful of smooth, creamy skin.
“I’m not saying you should,” I say, straightening up to meet her. Now it’s me who turns my body towards her and I swear I see her slink back. “Some might think you’re offering something you’re not.”
“Who said I wasn’t?” she asks, defensively.
“You have no idea what game you're playing sweetheart. Or who you’re playing with.” My gaze trails over her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.