Avery in the Fitting Room
My breath catches in my throat as Avery emerges from the fitting room.
“What about this one?” he asks.
I examine the dress shirt that stretches tightly across his barrel chest and my salivary glands kick off. The thin layer of lavender cotton snugly caresses the tight curves of his waist, creasing as he twists and turns to show me the fit.
“Yeh…” I whisper, my voice suddenly deep and a little raspy. “I think that’s the one.”
He looks back and catches me staring hungrily at his body. He grins.
“And it will work for the wedding with these pants?” he enquires, tugging at the waistband to lift them higher onto his hips. The seam cups his beautiful package so deliciously that I start to get a bit hard in the middle of the department store.
“Turn?” I request.
I don’t really need to see the back to answer his question. I just want to leer.
He spins around and my stomach hitches as his beautiful, powerful ass is brought into stark relief, exquisitely displayed by the fitted pants. He cranes his neck to look over his shoulder at me, gazing with his angelic, beatific eyes. He is so masculine, yet so serene.
“Yep. This all works.”
He smiles, relieved to be done with shopping - an exercise he detests.
As I’m scrolling through my phone, waiting for him to change out of the outfit, Avery calls over the thick fitting room door.
“Babe? Can you come in here? I need your help.”
I frown, confused, as I make my way to the door. The lock unlatches and I slip inside.
And I gasp.
Avery stands before me, completely naked.
His body glows in the fluorescent lighting like an ancient marble statue, all muscle and cord, but with one key difference. He’s fully erect. His cock juts out in front of him like he is wielding a sword.
I lock the door behind me and turn to him. Before I have time to ask what he’s thinking, Avery rushes forward and shoves me against the dressing room wall.
He crushes me with his body, smashing his lips to mine, desperately devouring me.
I reach around and dig my nails into his back, pulling him deeper and harder into me.
He grabs my hair and yanks it, pressing my head into the hard wall. I can feel his warm, meaty cock digging into my hip as he grinds himself sharply against my jeans.
This is surreal.
Avery is a fairly private kind of guy. We don’t really kiss or hold hands much in public. Not out of shame, more just because he doesn’t like feeling on display. The fact that he is willing to risk such a public encounter tells me how horny he must be.
I gasp as he starts to nibble on my ear, breathing heavily against me.
“I couldn’t help myself when I saw you staring at me,” he whispers, licking the inside of my ear as he continues to pump his cock against my body.
I let out a moaning shudder and he grips my hair tighter.
And then he hisses into my ear, dark, deep and a tiny bit threatening.
“First, you’re going to get on your knees…”
I inhale sharply and my body responds to his words with a tremble of anticipation.
“Then I’m going to fuck your face. I’m going to fuck it hard and rough.”
My stomach roils with lust.
“Then I’m going to pump so much cum inside your mouth that you taste me for days.”
He abruptly grabs my shoulders and shoves me to the ground, my knees banging hard into the floor.
He grips my hair and tilts my head back so that my mouth is level with his cock. He prises my lips apart and shoves his hard cock inside, burying himself completely. I barely have time to suppress my gag reflex as he digs into the back of my throat.
I can feel him convulse with pleasure above me, entirely silent, all too aware of the importance of discretion in this public setting.
My heart races with the danger of it all as Avery shoves my head back into the wall.
He grips the sides of my face in the exact way he grabs onto my ass when he is ploughing into me doggy style, and proceeds to replicate that very scenario.
Avery slams his cock into my mouth and proceeds to fuck me hard, as promised, pumping himself in and out.
I choke on the fullness of him, saliva pooling around his taut skin.
He drills my face, fucking my throat with a ferocity he usually takes longer to build to. It’s as though the danger of being discovered has expedited his animalism.
I glance up and I can see his jaw is clamped shut as he thrusts into my face. I know he wants to talk to me. I can almost hear the words he is desperate to grunt…. You like that? You like my cock in your face?
His body starts to jerk with little spasms. The tiny hints that his orgasm approaches.
He shuts his eyes and grips tighter onto my head, his cock pounding past my lips, penetrating them just like he does my pussy.
I hear him start to emit the tiniest, almost inaudible grunts. They are a suppressed echo of his usual bellowing roars, and I know this means he is getting close to bursting.
His pace intensifies.
Fuck me, Avery... I think. Pound my little mouth with your cock… shoot your cum into the depths of my throat… drown me…
I tighten the seal of my lips, pressing down and increasing the pressure around his cock. His body shudders and he lets out a little squeak of a whimper.
This is it. I can feel it.
He starts to pant, quiet but hard.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and squeezes. He pushes my head hard back into the wall and I can feel the glorious edge of pain digging into me.
Avery pushes himself fully inside me and starts to hammer the back of my throat with his cock as though he’s trying to drill a hole in the wall behind me.
I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine. His eyebrows crinkle and I know he is picturing it.
He is picturing me saying the word.
Avery.
And then he bursts.
His eyes slam shut and pulls my head into his groin, burying his cock so deep that I can actually feel it start to slide down into my oesophagus.
Then comes the ocean of cum.
Waves of thick, heavy, cream spill from Avery’s cock, filling my throat. He soaks the walls of my mouth and my tongue is coated in the sweet tang of his sperm.
Avery gasps as he shoots more and more, teeth clenched as he fights every urge to cry out.
I swallow his seed, relishing the gentle descent of warmth as it travels down the inside of my chest.
His body is still rumbling, and there are still pulses of cum trickling onto my tongue.
Eventually he stops. He lets go of my hair and releases my head from his vice-like grip.
I look up, my face still full with his cock.
He seems to be coming back to himself, realising where he is… and he starts to panic.
I quickly slide his cock out of my mouth and get to my feet, swallowing the last traces of his orgasm.
I wrap him in a giant hug to let him know that I’m here and we’re okay. He buries his face into my neck.
I press my cum-stained lips to his ear and whisper.
“I love you so much, Avery.”
He sighs and I feel his muscles relax against me.
“And we will absolutely be doing this again sometime.”
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