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“Remember these?” she asked, sweeping her lithe fingers along her body until they cupped her breasts. Restrained by a cobalt bra, their fullness gouged him with an impatient need to see them again.
“I remember,” he said, failing at that moment to come up with any clever reminder of how satisfied he’d left her when she’d given him a lesson on how to handle them.
Avril beamed at him. “Transfixed, are we? That’s all right. It won’t be a problem for this bit of fun we’re about to have. You can just lie right there and realize that you’re the luckiest man alive whenever you want.”
Her hands disappeared behind her slender back, and it took no more than a second before her bra shifted, now unclipped. Provocatively, Avril leaned forward a little, letting it slide off excruciatingly slowly. What was seconds felt like an eternity, and his cock thrashed about for its chance to be revealed.
A little larger. Avril’s breasts were a little larger than Tess’s. Barely. Nothing that merited mention. He certainly wasn’t about to mention it now and let her preen about it, but he’d finally seen enough of them to make his judgment. Of course, whether or not he mentioned this realization, he doubted it would stop her from strutting and crowing about how nice they were.
They were shapely and heavy—he knew that firsthand—but completely disregarded gravity’s downward pull. They were practically mirrors of the other, and their pink, nubile points were precisely at each breast’s center. Hadn’t he wanted to take some pictures earlier?
Remembering that as he did, while Avril flicked her bra away in the same direction as her dispensed jacket, he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled his phone out. When she saw what she was up to, Avril adroitly snatched his phone from his grasp.
“And what’s this about?” she asked, dangling it over him. “Not trying to fit in a text to Tess while I’m over here stripping on top of you, are you?”
He shook his head. “Trying to get what I’m due, actually.”
It took Avril a moment before realization flooded her expression. Another jubilant, maverick grin followed.
“Okay, then.” She extended his phone back to her. “Snap away.”
Christmas kept coming early for Liam this year. Leaning up on one elbow so he could get some decent angles, he immortalized image after image of the sexy woman straddling him. Everyone else could have the chocolates, smartwatches, and fashionable sweaters. He wouldn’t care one bit if he ended up without a single wrapped gift in front of him. As far as he was concerned, the album soon to sit on his phone of Avril’s ravishingly beautiful body was worth more than all those gifts combined.
She posed for him with a consummate acumen to ensure that every image he looked at later would drive him mad. Some with her arms above her head, staring hungrily down at him. Some with her breasts hidden behind an arm, much like the one that Tess had sent him a couple of days ago, a coquettish smolder emanating from the verdant depths of her eyes. Even a couple where she grabbed his arm and brought his grasp to one of her breasts, up to her throat, or even up to her lips, where she tasted his fingers between her sultry, full lips.
Liam’s arousal left him utterly incandescent. If he’d launched himself into the snow outside, he would have melted right through it in seconds or less. His growing album of the sexy redhead couldn’t have gone any better.
Until it did. Until Avril reminded him that while he might have the talent and some of the skill, he still lacked imagination.
“Give her here,” she said, gesticulating toward his phone. “I’ll give you a few selfies.”
Hastily, he delivered his phone into her hands. A few more poses followed, ranging from a shot from above while Avril bit her lip to one where the object she bit was her own nipple—all while staring lustfully at his camera’s lens. That one was the last of them and quite possibly the lewdest.
“Now, promise you’ll only use these for theworstof reasons,” the beautiful woman said, grinning as she placed his phone on the ground a little out of the way. “In fact, you have to text me afterward if you ever do. I know Tess will have you running on empty if she gets her way, but once you’re back to college, I’m sure you’ll miss us both.”
He would. Damnit, he would. Attending a college in another city had suddenly become an utter nightmare.
Liam hastily shook himself out of worrying about that right now. Tonight was anything but a nightmare, and he didn’t want to ruin it with a depressive episode about the distance that he would soon put between himself and Tess and Avril.
“I will,” he promised. “Prepare to have your phone blown up in a couple of weeks.”
Avril’s smile broadened. “I’m sure you’ll get chances to receive new content if you play your cards right.”
Something in the way she smiled tagged the perceptive part of his brain. “Literally or figuratively?” he asked.
The college senior merely shrugged. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“Until New Year’s Eve?”
The twinkle in her eye gave it away. “Andthere’syour hint about it. But ask that question again tomorrow night for further details. Right now, you ought to stay in the present.” She licked her lips, then dropped her gaze to his groin. “They say no one realizes they’re living in the good ole days until they’re years behind you. Somehow, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
Her hands moved with a singular purpose to his waistband. Liam could feel his heart pounding inside his throat, and as her fingertips grasped his pants, every droplet of anticipation within him halted its maddening sprint through his veins on a dime. Was he finally going to receive the blissful release he’d yearned for since he’d laid eyes on Avril in her car long hours ago? Likely even before that. Since he’d known that he’d spend time alone with the sexy, uninhibited woman.
While not as smoothly done as the removal of her jacket and bra, in part because her stupefied partner didn’t lift his hips as soon as he should have, Avril answered his internal question by tugging the clothes in her grasp away from their assigned locations. A few seconds deep into his stupor after she’d begun wiggling them down, his mind restarted itself, and he provided the necessary aid—just lifting his butt off the ground by a few inches—for Avril to provide his cock its chance to breathe fresh air.
It sprang up like the freshly installed mast of a sailing ship when she did, minus the horde of ropes needed to lift it. Engorged, throbbing, and the source of the restless sensitivity gouging his body, Liam held his breath as Avril examined it. For several agonizing seconds, that was all she did.
That was only part of her attempt to drive him mad with lust and impatience, which was a vile tonic to drink in concert.
