“On the next roll, pinch a bit harder than you’re used to. Harder. And again, until you feel—”
“Ahhhhh—unh…fuck.”
“That’s it, baby. You’re fucking beautiful.” Avery pumped in time with Jo, or at least what he imagined. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes. Need…more.”
So did he. “Slide one hand down your belly to your pussy but stop at the top of your mound. Take your time getting there, enjoy the feel of your fingers on your skin.”
In his mind, he watched Jo skim her fingers over her soft belly. It contracted, then relaxed as she circled her belly button. At the rise of her pubic bone, she stopped.
He wanted to ask if she was bare or whether she’d encounter wet curls, but he was afraid to ruin the moment. “Ease your middle finger between those swollen lips and over your clit. Make a circle. Easy, baby, not so fast. Keep it light and slow. Now, dip into that pussy and paint your little button with your juices.”
The image of her fingers sinking in and coming out wet nearly undid him. Maybe he should have let her play with her toys. Thinking about her pussy crammed full of a fucking dildo…
He pumped faster. “Fuck, I need both hands working that pussy. I need you fucking your fingers, at least three deep.”
“Feels so good.” She hissed, air sawing in and out, jagged, matching his vision of her pistoning fingers. “God, Avery, I’m…so…close.”
“Me, too, baby. You’re so hot. I want to fuck you hard.”
A spark lit in the base of his lower spine. Knees bent, she dug her heels into the bed. Her hips bucked off the bed, meeting the thrust of her fingers. Her tits bounced. “Need…faster.”
“Do it. Work that button.”
Lips parted, eyes fluttering, she thrashed, then craned her head, every muscle in her body going tight. “I…oh, god…Avery.”
“Come for me, Jo. Soak your fingers with cream.” God, he’d give anything to see her for real, right now.
The cry that tore from her throat—feral, ragged, feminine, soft—ripped through him like a firestorm on steroids.
“Fuck, Jo. Fuck.Fuck.” Heat burst from low in his spine, spread to his balls, and shot through his dick. His mind went numb as cum jetted in ribbons across his abs and chest.
As the orgasm faded, he pictured her one last time, flushed and breathless, staring up at him with glazed blue eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips, he knew he’d never be satisfied with fake fucking. And before this thing was over, he’d have her in his bed.
“Next time,” he said, “I’ll lick every last drop from your pussy.”
“We’ll see,” she said on a long sigh. “Goodnight, Avery.”
He smiled. “Goodnight, Jo.”
Chapter Eleven
Humming from his office to the elevator, Avery punched the button to Nick’s penthouse suite. Everything was falling into place, and he’d be damned if he let his brother’s cranky-ass summons fuck up his good mood.
Leaning against the back wall, he crossed one booted foot over the other and checked his phone. He hadn’t heard back from Jo—she was probably still sleeping—but tomorrow morning, he’d pick her up, they’d share a light breakfast, then meet one of Linc’s associate realtors to inspect the first property on his list. They’d make a day of it, ending at his place to follow through on last night’s phone fun.
She’d been perfect, and just what he needed. His energy was up, his mind sharp. He’d slept hard and woke up early, ready to tackle whatever Nick planned to throw at him. And with the Whitaker numbers finally adding up, putting the acquisition back on track, he was sure it would make up for whatever he’d done that warranted a trip to the principal’s office.
But as he stepped off the elevator and into the dark foyer, his good vibe took a hit. Nick had revamped the entire penthouse, erasing Julie from his life and replacing the light airy space with ebony tile and ash-colored wallpaper. Even the ceiling was gray.
Fucking depressing. No wonder he’s always in a bad mood.
He’d barely touched the bell when the door whooshed opened.
“Come in,” Nick called out.
“Hey,” Avery said as he entered the cavernous living room, sterile and designed much the same as the foyer but with touches of chrome and glass to reflect natural light from floor-to-ceiling windows.
