“You may act like an innocent little goody goody you’re not even close to innocent.”

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“Ava, shit, I want to fuck you,” David moaned against my lips.

My hips stilled, and I groaned. I wanted to be fucked. “We can’t here. I don’t own this sofa. And my room is off limits cause it’s across the hall from Jordan’s. When is your sister gone again?”

“Two weeks. Fine, fuck it. Tell me all the dirty things you want to do to me.” David rubbed his first two fingers against my clit while I rubbed against his dick through his boxers.

“First, we’re gonna fuck in the kitchen. Bent over the counter, and you fuck me hard. Then, in the shower, I’ll get on my knees and tease you with my mouth until you’re hard again. Nice and slow in your bed, I’ll ride you until your balls explode.”

David groaned and pinched my clit, making my hips rotate. “Don’t stop, I’m close.”

I panted to catch my breath. “I’ll take that butt plug and open my ass up with it. Get me nice and ready and I’ll rub lube all over your cock, take you in--”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing against me with a nice shudder against my hand.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, rubbing against his hand.

He twisted his hand against my clit a few more times, as I imagined getting fucked from behind. A moan caught my attention, and I looked at David. He was silent, but a flash behind him drew my eyes. Jordan Waters was staring at me, his face contorted with pleasure.

I shuddered and squeezed my eyes shut as orgasm filled me, a fiery explosion of pleasure. When the fire was quenched, I opened my eyes, but my sexy landlord was gone. Maybe I’d imagined him.

David and I cleaned up, and he kissed me at the door and left. I crept up the stairs, hoping not to wake Jordan. Except he was standing at the top of the stairs, with his arms crossed over his chest. 

Jordan is my mom’s best friend from high school, and he let me rent a room from him while I go to college. I have no idea how my mom never dated him, because he’s so sexy. But off limits, plus the age gap. He’s not interested in silly old me.

Except he stared at me and he just watched me fucking my boyfriend. And he didn’t look angry, but there was a gleam in his eye and I didn’t know what to say or think or do, so I stood there frozen.

“Uh, I’m gonna go to bed. David just… left.”

“Are you trying to act innocent? I mean you are, you act like a goody-goody, but I heard you down there. Let’s see if you talk that dirty when it’s my hands in your pants.”

He grabbed my waist and kissed me, hard, possessive. His tongue stabbed my mouth, and I thought he might be a little angry. Then he picked me up, holding me against him, and walked into his bedroom. 

My feet dropped to the floor, with the front of my body slid across his hard planes with aching intensity. His hands tussled with the fastener of my jeans, but within the span of a heartbeat, his fingers were inside my panties. 

“Gee-zus, Ava.” His fingers explored the wet folds of my pussy, teasing over my clit. “Are you always this wet?”

“Not until you grabbed me in the hallway.” I clung to him while he caressed the center of my pleasure. 

Jordan yanked his hands from me. “Fuck.” He combed through his hair while he watched me. Was he going to stop now?

I pressed against him, rubbing myself on him. Marking him and trying to entice him. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he muttered again. “Get on the fucking bed.”

I scrambled backwards, sitting on the edge. My fingers smoothed over the spot where he’d been laying, still warm from his body.

“Further, lay down.” he guided me with words until I was sprawled on his bed, soaking wet and fully dressed.

He tugged my jeans off. He reached for me, then paused, staring. I looked down at the wet spot on my white panties. His thumb rubbed over it a few times, spiking my arousal higher than when he rubbed my clit. “OH sweet Ava, I can’t wait to taste you.”

He ripped my underwear off and all but dove between my thighs. His tongue slithered across my slit, pushing me open so he could lap me into him. Inhale me to his fucking soul. 

I wanted to squirm and push closer, but I gripped the navy blanket on his bed in my fists so I could stay still while he sucked on my clit. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” I found divinity between my legs. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet. Relax Ava. Relax and come then I’ll--” he grinned at me for a moment before kissing me again. His tongue swirled my clit, and I flew. My hips jerked up, and he followed without hesitation, keeping the momentum, and I saw the stars. One pops inside me, a supernova of white hot bliss that echoed through the universe. 

I couldn’t stop shaking, and when I opened my eyes, the room was spinning, and he’s still licking my clit, which sent another shock wave through me. I might die. Of pleasure.

I wanted to touch him, but my arms wouldn’t move. Instead, he kissed up my stomach, lifting my shirt to bare my breasts. Braless because make-out session on the sofa. 

Jordan sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing me again. I realized he’s naked and his dick was pressed against me. I froze. “Condom?” I demanded.

“Wearing one. You saw me put it on?”

“I missed that. I might have passed out?”

He chuckled, kissing up to my neck. “You’re so beautiful.” He grabbed my ass and slammed into me so hard my teeth shook. “And tight. You fucked that guy downstairs?”

“No, well, not downstairs. In his car. And when his sister is away…” I didn’t want to talk about David.

Jordan grunted and pumped his hips. My body squeezed around him, increasing the friction in the slickest place in the world. “I’m definitely not usually this wet.”

“Only for me.” He rocked so his pelvis ground into my cleft and I moaned. “Like that. What else did you tell him you wanted to do?”

“Uh.”

Jordan stopped moving. “You talk and I’ll fuck you. Keep quiet and…” he rolled against me.

“Uh… I said I’d suck his cock in the shower. Then he could fuck my ass. No wait, I said I’d ride him, then he’d fuck my… ass.” Damn it. Jordan moved inside me while I’m talking, harder with each word.

“Do you like that, or does he?”

“Both of us. I don’t mind it.”

“What about sucking cock?”

“Both. I have experience.”

“You’ve sucked a lot of cock. Or many?”

“A lot. Not that many.” My youth was wild. Not that I’m done being young. Or sucking cock. Or being wild. “Had a couple of boyfriends who enjoyed it. And I wasn’t ready for—”

“So you were sweet and sucked them off? Did they get you off too?”

“Most of them.” 

“After this, we are having a shower, so you can show me that trick.” He rocked his hips harder, his eyes narrow in focus. His fingers squeezed between us so he can rub my clit while he fucks me. And there it was: heaven gripped me again, shaking me with ecstasy. 

He jerked and moaned in my ear, but I was too far gone to pay attention to his orgasm. He left me on the bed and before I take another breath, he had me in the shower. On my knees. Just where I like being. 

But that’s another story.