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Trailing my fingers over her pussy, I lift them and savor her juices. She’s bound to think I’m a freak. My only other option is spit. My vote is definitely to use her release as lube. I’ve fucked my own hand slicked with my own spit too many times.

“I need to lube your cleavage.”

She clamps her eyes shut. “Oh god, and you want to use…”

Gently caressing her pussy, I get my hand good and juicy, then spread iton my cock.

My body is so sensitive, it’s almost enough to trigger the orgasm coiling in my balls already.

I rest my shaft between her supple tits and squeeze a nipple in each hand, slowly increasing my speed.

She lifts her head to watch, then extends her tongue. I thrust forward, allowing her to lap at my tip and taste my pre-cum.

It’s too good. I’m going to explode. My hips spasm and I pull back, thrusting quickly.

For a fleeting moment, I consider letting her tongue guide my dick into her pretty mouth, but the choice is no longer mine.

My body tenses as rope after rope of cum coats her chest and face. She drags her fingers over her throat, then licks them.

She looks damn good wearing nothing but my cum.

“Now we’re even. We both made messes.” I laugh while watching her cute little tongue reach onto her chin for more cum. “You don’t have to clean all of that up on your own though.”

I grab a rag from my saddle bag, wipe her clean, then nestle her naked body against my chest. “Where have you been all my life, Avery?”

“In the wrong place, apparently.”

I love that she’s letting her guard down. “Agreed. You weren’t in my arms. Glad we got that fixed.”

She rolls onto her back and gazes into my eyes. This is a different Averythan before. She’s not so guarded.

Music starts. I wrap my arm around Avery to protect her, but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.

“Shit.” She scrambles away. Toward the sound. And pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket.

Fuck. Is no moment sacred? I don’t fault her though. It could be about her kid.

Her expression stiffens and her finger pauses instead of accepting the call. “Just a second. I have to take this.” She taps the screen as she grabs her shirt. I try to help her slip it back on but she moves away from me.

The conversation is hushed and tense. When she gets off, she insists we go home, and that she doesn’t want to talk about it.

Six

Avery

I lace up my skates, the familiar action calming my nerves. The rink bustles with energy as my teammates warm up. I’m not ready to participate in a bout just yet, but I’ve resumed going to practice. It’s great exercise and the friendships are the best.

I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the defensive moves we’re working on, but my mind keeps drifting back to Diego and how he got me to let go of all of my defenses.

If only my ex hadn’t cut our outing short. Before his call, I’d never been so relaxed my entire life.

“Earth to Avery!” Beatrix waves her hand in front of my face. “You okay? You seem a million miles away.”

I shake my head, forcing a smile. “Sorry, just… distracted.”

Beatrix pulls me away from the team and we skate the perimeter. “What’s got you so wrapped up?”

For a moment, I consider brushing her off, but the weight of my secrets feels too heavy to bear alone. “I met someone,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

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