Quadruplets Make Six

“Not your fault.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“You think so?” she asked.

“I do.”

She looked up at me as a small smile crossed her cheeks. The check came to the table and I handed the waitress some money. I told her to keep the change, then I offered my hand for Ava to take. She looked at it for a second, debating on what her next move needed to be.

Then she took my hand and let me lead her out of the diner.

We walked back to my truck, her hand slipped delicately in mine. The silence that hung between us was comfortable, but still shook with a twinge of things unsaid. I guided Ava to her side of the truck and opened her door, but she was reluctant to get in.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

I turned towards her and watched her hand approach my face. She cupped my cheek, the warmth of her skin heating mine. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall into it. I allowed myself to relent to her direction. She guided my face to hers, our lips hovering against one another’s.

“Men making the first move is overrated,” Ava said with a whisper.

Then, our lips connected underneath the twinkling stars.

Twenty

Ava

We barreled into the cabin, my legs wrapped around his. Our lips devoured each other, our tongues lashing about in a battle for dominance. I heard the front door slam behind us before Travis spun me around, slamming my back into the doorway. I could feel his cock growing between my legs as his hands ripped my shirt over my head.

“I need to feel you,” Travis said. “Now.”

My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. I slid down the door, my feet planting themselves into the hardwood floor. I was struggling to get his shirt open. My hands were shaking and my skin was electric. I watched as Travis grabbed both sides of his shirt, ripping it open and scattering buttons all over the room.

My pussy throbbed f

or him as I ripped his undershirt over his head.

We stumbled into the kitchen, our bodies colliding with the kitchen counter. His hands gripped my waist, thrusting me into the air as my ass sat on the edge. I kissed down his neck, raking my teeth along his pulse point as his hands removed my bra. I could hear him groaning. I could feel him shaking underneath my touch.

His hand wound tightly within my hair and pulled my head back. His lips nipped at my neck, sucking delicately as he traveled downward. I felt him sink his teeth into the meat of my breast, causing a whimper to fall from my lips. His mouth traveled downward still, his tongue finding my puckered nipples.

“Your tits are perfect,” Travis said. “So beautiful.”

I wrapped my legs around him and drew him closer. His arm was wrapped around me as his other hand tightened in my hair. My hands slid up his shoulders, hooking around his neck as my fingertips played with the tresses of his hair. His muscles were throbbing against mine. Rippling and rock hard as they pressed into my body. The feel of him left me breathless as I arched into him, succumbing to his strength as he did what he wanted with me.

His lips rushed back up to mine as he picked me up again. He settled my ass onto the kitchen island, then slowly pushed me down. I was panting for him. Wanting to feel his tongue between my legs as he removed my pants from my body. I could hear scraping along the hardwood floor as I looked up, watching Travis remove his pants. There was a chair behind him as his cock dripped for me, pulsing with need and red with anger. The predatory stare in his amber eyes took my breath away, and I watched him sit down before he pulled me to the edge of the counter.

“I didn’t get a chance to get dessert tonight,” Travis said.

I watched his lips dip to my pussy as his tongue dove into me. He licked a thick stripe up my slit, causing my legs to jump. His hands pressed me open, leaving me vulnerable to his eyes as he curled his fingertips into me. I bucked my hips into his face, feeling my arousal dripping from my body as he lapped me up.

He found my succulent clit and wrapped his lips around it. I moaned and whimpered for him as Travis’ name fell from my lips. I wound my fingers tightly in his hair, wanting him closer to me as I pulled him deeper. I could feel my pussy folds coating his cheeks in my essence as his tongue danced in my depths.

The way he worked my body was perfection, and soon my toes were curling as he folded me in half.

“Yes! Travis! Holy shit. Don’t stop. Oh… mm… fuck me. Yes. Don’t stop. I want… I need-”

“What do you need?” Travis asked.

He ceased all his movements and I groaned in frustration.