I told her to watch my body language, the way I scooted closer to him, gave him an eyeful of silky smooth skin, and bared my ass cheeks, giving him a peek of what he’d love to grab onto. Then came the voice, and mine dripped with seduction. The husky breathiness, the moaning and panting. In order to make a man want you, you need to let him hear what fucking you will sound like. Elongate every vowel, tease him with the way your lips move as you mouth every consonant.
Finally, make him aware of your interest. There is no use in playing hard to get. Men like the chase but they don’t want to work too hard. Especially men like Zane who don’t have time for petty little games of cat and mouse. Childish. So I gave him what he wanted, a clear go ahead. I let my legs fall open, inched closer to him, and gave him an excuse to touch me. It must have been too much for Chloe to witness, or she simply knew he wouldn’t quite make the move if he knew she could catch us. So she left, came up with the perfect excuse and snuck away. Though of course she couldn’t help herself, so she didn’t venture very far.
Like I said, I can’t blame her for wanting it, though I can blame her for not letting me get properly fucked. Her moans interrupted Zane, who I know was about to pull out his cock and fuck me stupid. Oh well, there’s always next time, and that will come soon enough. I’m betting on it.
“What’s for dinner tonight Zane?” I ask as we step into the kitchen and find Zane hunched over the stove. His ass looks fucking good in his tight jeans, the black t-shirt he wears hugging every muscle of his back. He jumps back, started by my voice, hitting his head on the hood.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing his forehead.
“Oh God, Zane. Are you okay?” Chloe cries out, rushing over to him in a frenzy. However, I casually walk over to the freezer and grab a bag of frozen veggies. “I’ll grab the first aid kit,” Chloe calls out, rushing over to the downstairs bathroom.
“Let’s have a look, sir,” I murmur demurely, walking toward him. Green eyes already glazed over with lust turn to meet my gaze. Fuck this man is so goddamn sexy. I notice a small cut over his brow, a puddle of blood oozing out and dripping down over his eye.
He answers me just as playfully, “Playing doctor now are we?” His sexy as sin smirk makes it’s rare appearance. God this man is pure, unfiltered seduction.
“Figured it was my turn to return the favor.” My eyes drop down to the evident bulge of his crotch and I know my choice of words isn’t lost on him. He fingered me, now it’s my turn to wrap my fingers around him. Though if he’s lucky, my tongue will be doing all the work.
“Ahem,” he clears his throat and my eyes come back up to meet his. I catch sight of the cut on his forehead and bring my thumb over to graze it. I’m on my tippy toes, reaching up and running my thumb over the blood. He watches me, unsure of what I’m doing when I bring my thumb into my mouth, sucking the blood off my finger, the metallic tinge coating my tongue.
He groans, a fucking guttural moan, as I pull my thumb out, clean, and reach back up for more. But he stops me, grabs my wrist, and doesn’t allow me to touch him. “What are you doing Avery?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly, making my insides curl with desire.
“Just having a taste,” I whimper against him, “I’m eager for a taste of you Zane,” I moan, my eyes flicking to his growing erection, “Of all of you.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart. You think you know what will happen when I put my hands on you again, you have no fucking idea.” He inches closer to me, the heat radiating off his body burning me as we come chest to chest. “I’m not gentle, not at all. I fuck hard, and I fuck with no mercy. I will slam into you over and over again, tearing this sweet little cunt till you cry out in equal agony and pleasure. You think you’re ready for that Avery, ready to bleed for a man like me?”
His rough fingertips dig into my waist.
“Yes,” I moan, every one of his words making my pussy pulsate with need. “I need it rough Zane. I want it hard, and merciless. I want your hands wrapped around my neck, I want to choke on your cock being shoved into my mouth, my eyes bleeding tears of pleasure as you fuck every one of my holes.”
“God-fucking-dammit,” he groans, grabbing my neck forcefully with one hand and slamming his lips against mine. He bites my lip, nipping as he explores every inch of my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine to our twisted fucking song.
I drop the bag of frozen vegetables and wrap my hands around his neck, jumping and wrapping my legs around him, feeling his erection push into me. Fuck, he’s so hard for me, and I’m practically dripping wet, already coming from the way his mouth feels against mine.
“Fuck Zane,” I whimper against his mouth, my nipples rubbing against his pecs, my piercings adding to the pleasure. When I got my nipples pierced earlier this year on my eighteenth birthday, I never thought they’d increase my sensitivity, but fuck me they do, and I know it turns him on to feel them scratch against him. He turns us, till my ass is resting on the kitchen island, a few things spilling onto the floor making break out of his lustful hypnosis.
“Shit,” he groans, pulling away but I don’t let him. I pull him back to me with my arms wrapped around his neck and bring his mouth to my tits.
“Suck them baby, please. I need you to give me something Zane. I need to come, and your mouth on me will do just that.” He goes fucking wild when he hears me say his name, using his hands to push my straps off my shoulders, he yanks the top of my nightie down to my waist. My nipples poke out aching to be touched, and he doesn’t disappoint. His mouth wraps around one as his hand cups the other, flicking my nipple and twisting it between his fingers. “Yes.”
“You’re fucking perfect Avery, so fucking sexy.” Over his shoulders, I see Chloe step back into the room, her eyes glazed with desire as she watches her stepdaddy suck my tits. Zane doesn’t hear her, and I keep his head down to make sure he doesn’t stop. I smile at Chloe, winking as she watches us. Fuck I can see her nipples harden and poke out through her top. She deserves to be sucked too, but if I stop Zane and he sees her, he’ll freak out. He’s not ready.
She stares at us, looking up at me for guidance. I nod, letting her know it’s safe for her to slowly back out of the room. “Touch me Zane,” I whimper.
His right hand moves between my legs, meeting my bare pussy. There is no use in wearing underwear when I’m around him. “Fuck,” he shouts when his fingers find my wetness. “Avery, you’re killing me baby.”
“I need your cock but I’ll settle for your mouth. Lick me Zane, taste me, and tease me. I want your mouth on my pussy, make me come with your tongue.”
CLACK.
“Shit,” Zane curses, pushing away from me as we hear something drop to the floor.
God-fucking-dammit. Not again Chlo. Jumping off the island, I adjust my straps, and pick up the bag of veggies from the floor just as Chloe walks back into the room.
“Sorry I took so long, I couldn’t find it,” she mumbles, clearly flustered. Suddenly there is a weird smell in the air as smoke starts coming from the stove.
“Zane,” I murmur, staring at the stovetop.
“What Avery,” he sneers, his sexual frustration evident in his voice.