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  Anna looked at him from above her shoulder, leaning back as her lips spread for a kiss. “I like fun underwear,” she confessed, and Gavin stirred when he felt her toes climb up his leg again.

  Gavin most definitely liked Anna’s idea of ‘fun’ underwear. “What else do you like?” He slowly slid his hand lower, petting her pussy through the thin fabric. The slight moisture on his fingers made his dick strain in agony. But when Anna whined and raised her thigh to give him more access, it became clear he hit the jackpot.

  “This,” she breathed, slowly turning to face him with hair disheveled all over the pillow. “What do you like?” she asked, moving her fingers over his chest with a seductive smile. Her nails were all bright and sparkly, but quite short.

  Gavin let out a raspy laugh and explored the front of her fancy panties with his fingers, pushing them between the warm folds of her pussy along with the fabric. “What do I not like should be the question.

  Anna squeezed her lean thighs around his hand and arched her hips with a gasp, her slim, tan body stirring with each breath. Her fingers curled around the end of Gavin’s stump and slowly moved up, caressing the dark trees inked on his skin. Air caught in his throat. He’d almost managed to forget about the missing limb.

  “You like the tat?” he asked, ignoring the elephant in the room: questions about the stump. He looked into Anna’s eyes, trying not to freak out about the touch. Be casual, Gavin. It’s no big deal unless you make it one.

  She smiled at him and swirled her fingers over the scarred flesh. “It’s amazing. Those birds give me shivers.” Her touch sent jolts of pleasure straight to Gavin’s cock.

  “I hope it’s good shivers, like these,” he murmured and teased her pussy through the damp panties.

  She nodded, biting her plump lower lip and pinched one of her nipples before moving her hand to the front of Gavin’s pants. The zipper went down.

  He gave her cheek a kiss and looked to his black boxer briefs. “I’m afraid my underwear isn’t half as fancy.”

  “I’m more interested in what’s inside,” she whispered and pulled the tight jeans down, revealing Gavin’s erection covered by the tight boxer briefs. Her eyes narrowed, dark and full of wanting, and she wouldn’t stop tensing and relaxing the muscles of her thighs around Gavin’s hand.

  “Oh fuck ...” Gavin hissed into those pouty lips, closing his eyes for a moment. He forgot how good it was to be touched by someone else. Because of his style, most people assumed he was cold and didn’t even enjoy a hug, but it was far from the truth.

  Gavin opened his eyes to take in the view of Anna’s amazing body, the tits to die for, the tense stomach, and the lean legs. He pulled his hand away and finally slid it under the waistband of her panties, his fingers reaching all the way between the slick folds of her pussy. The scent of her fruity perfume mixing with the musk of her aroused body was getting him intoxicated.

  “I like how you do it. Nice and slow,” she whispered, rocking her sex against his fingers as she pulled down Gavin’s underwear and let his cock out into the cool air. Her hand grasped it quickly and gave it a slow pump, testing the waters.

  He moaned and leaned over for a long kiss as he teased all the tender skin between her pussy lips. He didn’t want to push on the clit too much, but eased into it. He still remembered when he was sixteen and all too eager to rub it like a madman, since he thought that was what a guy should do. The girl wasn’t all that keen on it and didn’t want to continue after that beginning. He’d learned his lesson.

  Anna squeezed Gavin’s dick and twisted her hand as she pulled it toward the head. Her breath was quickening at a rapid pace, and each stroke over her wet pussy was making her jerk slightly. “Slide them in,” she whimpered against Gavin’s lips.

  She didn’t need to say that twice. He teased her opening with his fingertips, but then slid two fingers into that tight, hot channel, gasping for air. If there was lube on Anna’s hand, he’d be coming right now. He deepened the kiss, focusing on all the sensations showering his brain. On the erect nipples that kept brushing against his chest, the strawberry scent of Anna’s hair, the snug grip she had on his dick. And if that wasn’t enough, she pulled his underwear even lower, gently digging her fingers into his thigh every time he moved his fingers inside her. Her pussy was so slick and hot, all he could think about was pushing his dick in.

  “That’s good,” she whispered, squeezing hard on the fingers inside her. He was positive she could break them if she wanted.

  “Faster?” he rasped, quickening the pace at which he thrust his fingers in, while nudging her clit with his thumb. Every time she squeezed her hand harder around his dick brought him closer to coming. But then she tugged on his jeans, taking them further down his legs.

  “Wait.” Gavin kissed the underside of Anna’s jaw. “I’d rather not take them off completely.” It would create problems with dressing later, and he didn’t want a girl to watch him pull on a pair of jeans for ten minutes. It was a pretty pathetic thing to witness.

  Anna bit her lip with a frown. God, those lips were hot.

  “Um ... I don’t mind if you have ... scars or something like that,” she whispered, gently stroking her fingers over the shaved part of Gavin’s head.

  “No, it’s just awkward, ‘cause they’re so tight. Unless you’re really into calves or something.” Gavin tried to laugh off his insecurities, and Anna silenced him with a soothing kiss.

  She nuzzled his cheek and gave Gavin’s cock a tug that brought him into another kind of headspace, away from the awkward jeans. “Whatever’s more comfortable.”

  Gavin licked his lips. Did he look nervous? He was certainly getting stressed now. How was he to evacuate quickly afterward if he did take off his jeans? Better keep them on. “Thanks.” He gave her a kiss, hoping the situation wasn’t off putting to her.

  Anna arched her back off the bed and squeezed her breast with a low sigh. “I think we could get a condom now, what do you think?” she whispered, trapping his hand between her legs.

  Gavin’s whole body screamed ‘yes!’ He thought they’d just settle on petting, but whatever included needing a condom would be golden. He kept it cool though. “I think you’re not only cute, but smart too.” And she was a lot cuter when she shut up about the dolls. And she was just so sexy. Knew what she wanted and didn’t keep him guessing all the time.

  “Top drawer,” whispered Anna, opening her legs to release his hand.

  Gavin gave her a quick smooch and pulled away to get the condom from the nightstand. “Damn, you’re hot ...” Gavin bit his lip. He couldn’t wait to have her close but frowned when his eyes drifted to the doll cabinet. Suddenly Gavin felt a lot more naked. All those serene faces with their glistening eyes looking straight at him. Fortunately, he had Anna to distract him. As soon as he fished out the condom, a wide grin surfaced to his face.

  “Strawberry. How appropriate,” Gavin said and licked her sensuous mouth.

  “I need my condoms to match my hair,” she said in a low rasp and pushed her panties down her legs, exposing her pussy, pink with arousal, with a patch of blonde hairs over it. She looked so hot in just a pulled up skirt and over-the-knee socks he could barely contain his excitement.

  “Sooo ... How far do you wanna go?” he asked, cringing at the awkwardness of it and feeling cold terror pooling it his stomach as he tried to work out how to put on a condom with one hand.

  Anna stared at him for a total of two seconds before lowering her gaze and snatching the condom off the comforter. “Ah ... how about pussy sex?” she asked eventually.

  Gavin sighed and brushed the heel of his hand through his hair, stressed out as fuck. What was he doing? “Yeah, that sounds perfect. Sorry for overcomplicating things.” His eyes wandered between Anna’s face and his own throbbing dick.

  “That’s okay.” Anna opened the condom packet and slid the rubber on Gavin’s dick. So fucking easy with two hands. “Thanks for asking.”

  As soon as he m
anaged to pick up his dignity, Anna winked, lying back. Taking that as invitation, Gavin grabbed his dick and came closer, to finally brush its tip against Anna’s slick pussy. Now this was heaven. He supported himself on his elbow and leaned down to give her plump mouth a kiss. The soft tits trapped against his chest were perfection. Anna had such a pretty face, and when her eyes glazed over, Gavin felt his prick twitch.

  She made room for his hips and dug her heels into the small of his back, urging him on. With her tongue teasing the inside of Gavin’s mouth and his cock sliding against the wet folds of her pussy, it was hard to misinterpret this signal. Gavin pushed on and slowly slid his cock in. Her soft hole was so hot and tight his skin tingled, and as he started thrusting, slowly at first and then faster, his hand went up to one of those amazing tits that didn’t even fit into his palm.

  He had to use the stump for support, but once he was inside, his mind went into a swirl with Anna’s face at the very center of it. The wild, open-mouthed kisses they shared were driving him mad with lust as he pushed inside of her, guided by the pressure of her thighs around his hips. She wanted it hard, stirring under him with each thrust, hotter by the second. He didn’t hold back, gasping, sucking on her tongue, fucking that sweet, tight pussy like there was no tomorrow. For all he cared, there wasn’t. He was finally getting laid and out of his rut.

  Anna’s toes straightened against his hips, and she was rocking her hips back, jabbing herself on his cock, with low moans. Their eyes met when the kiss broke, and the sheer intensity of her brown gaze sent sparks of sensation all the way to his balls. But then they closed, and she arched her head back on the pillow with a loud wail, her muscles rhythmically clamping down around Gavin’s cock.

  “Oh, fuck, you’re so amazing.” Gavin moaned, kissing her chin and pushing his cock into that throbbing pussy. Moments later, he came, imagining he was getting to cream those glorious boobs. All energy left him as he panted, making last, jerky movements with his hips.

  “Mhm.” Anna pulled him close and kissed his cheek, her breath slowly going back to normal as they lay on the bed, all sweaty and sated. Gavin’s eyes were itching to close.

  He couldn’t think of a proper response to that groan, so he lay by her side with his eyes half closed, gathering his energy for the trip home. He had to thank Andrea for this date after all.

  They disposed of the condom to have that over with, and the maneuver ended up with Anna on top, with her face against Gavin’s neck. “I like your lip piercings,” she whispered. Her eyes were so sincere and open it felt weird. The last thing he wanted was to have her jump to conclusions.

  Gavin grinned up at her blissfully. “I like your pussy.” He slid his hand up her thigh, staring at her tits, which looked even bigger from this angle.

  Anna threw her head back and laughed. “How charming.”

  “That’s my last name. First name’s ‘Prince.’” He took a deep breath of orgasm-scented air. Was he being lame now?

  But Anna laughed even harder and gently slapped Gavin with a pillow. “What a horrible joke!”

  Gavin shook his head and reached out to play with her breasts for that bit longer. “What time is it?” He leaned in for another smooch. “And don’t look at me like that, I know my makeup’s probably messed up.”

  “It’s not that bad.” Anna chuckled and leaned in to kiss Gavin’s nose. “Do you have to be somewhere?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t know I’d stay out for so long,” he lied. As nice as it was, he didn’t want to stay for awkward after-sex chatting, especially since he risked falling into the abyss of doll-talk again. Anna was hot as hell, but he needed to tread lightly.

  She pursed her lips slightly and got up, putting on a kimono-like robe. “Sure.”

  He sat on the side of the bed and pulled his pants up as efficiently as he could, too afraid to look up before he was done. The jeans were always the worst, yet he refused to wear some baggy jeans or sweats. He had his dignity.

  He almost flinched when Anna put a bottle of Coke next to him. “You sure you don’t have time for coffee?”

  “Nah, maybe another time, darling.” He smiled and managed to button up his jeans. Next was the long-sleeved shirt.

  “You’re working tomorrow?” Anna drank some of her Coke, watching him from the wall close to the doll cabinet.

  “Yeah, but I should be free next weekend.” He finally pulled the top on, his gaze drifting to the glass eyes judging him for leaving their ‘mommy.’

  “Yeah? We could do something. I’m a freelancer, so I’m flexible,” she said with enthusiasm, walking over to sit at Gavin’s side.

  Last thing to do was to put on his boots, and Gavin bowed down to give her a kiss. “Yeah, I’m not a lucky freelancer like you. Maybe in the future.”

  Anna nipped on his lip, hugging him for another second before giving him some space. She nodded towards the doll stand. “The girls will miss you.”

  “They had one hell of a show. You think they’re into goth guys?” Gavin smiled, but didn’t really want to think about that. Who told their hook up after sex that their dolls would miss them?

  Anna pulled on a strand of Gavin’s hair with a self-satisfied smile. “Who isn’t?”

  “Too cute.” Gavin made his way for the door. It was about time.

  They went all the way back down the stairs and shared one more goodbye kiss in slow motion, before Gavin went out into the dark, cold street. In the yellow light of the streetlamps, he could see a bit of rain and snowflakes.

  He took out a cigarette and lit it up with satisfaction. Fucking score. As bad as the talking aspect of the date was, it helped him remember that he was still fuckable and hot. He just needed to work this stuff out. Anna wasn’t relationship material. That constant talk of dolls was a flaw he couldn’t overlook, despite her amazing tits. He needed to find out if they were on the same page, take a few days for things to cool down.

  He was reaching the sushi place they ate at when his cell phone buzzed. He fished it out and frowned at the message from Anna. Did he leave something behind? Apparently not, as all the text said was: ‘Thanks, I had a great time. -Anna’

  Fuck. He wasn’t good at letting people down.

  Chapter 3

  Anna brushed the tiny comb over the top of Briana’s wig, smoothing the fake blue hair over her angelic face. As lovely as it was, it didn’t go with the eye color Anna chose for the doll as well as she hoped it would. She could choose a different wig, or use the new silver eyes that got delivered the day before. It wasn’t like she had anything to do before Gavin responded to her message. She assumed Gavin couldn’t hear it through the noise in the Tube.

  The sound of footsteps and the keys jingling in the corridor made it painfully obvious that it was about two in the morning. The time Dan said he’d be back.

  Anna dropped the comb to the desktop, snatched her cell, and trotted out of her bedroom, heading straight for the living room. She glanced at the screen of her phone once again, but nope, no messages.

  “Hi, is that you?”

  “You still up? How did the date go?” Dan gave her that wide smile and put his jacket on the hanger before dropping to the sofa in their living room.

  The unpleasant clenching feeling in Anna’s chest immediately dissolved as she joined her roommate. She took a big gulp of air and squeezed her hands into fists, eager to share. “It was ah-ma-zing. Andrea told me he’s hot, but I didn’t expect that. He looks like a DollShe Saint—tall, lanky, with this mysterious glint in his eye. And his style, oh, my God, like Hiro from Nocturnal Bloodlust,” she said, trying to imitate Gavin’s expression.

  Dan raised his full eyebrows, and the thought that him and Gavin were like night and day occurred to Anna. Or more like day and night, since Gavin was like the prince of darkness and Dan the sunshine farmer. They were both tall, but at least two Gavins could fit into Dan’s pudgy form. Dan was a natural blond to Gavin’s raven-dyed hair. The comfort and casual style of jeans and a grey sweatshirt
to an amazing concoction of skinny jeans, feathers, leather, studs, and piercings.

  “Oh.” Dan scratched his chin. “That’s nice. I suppose.”

  “I know, right?” Anna sat cross-legged and started pressing on her knees to stretch the muscles of her thighs. “Super hot in bed, good listener, he was interested in the girls ...”

  “You got to ‘bed’ on the first date?” Dan raised his eyebrows and unzipped his hoodie.

  Anna closed her mouth as heat spread all over her cheeks. “I’m not a hermit. It’s been a while.”

  “Okay, okay, no judgment.” Dan raised his hands defensively. “So tell me more. What does he do, this ‘J-rocker’ of yours?”

  Anna opened her mouth and froze because her mind went blank. “He’s ... in the show business, I guess,” she eventually said but already knew it came out flat.

  “What does that mean? Is he a runner on Pride & Prejudice or does he juggle monkeys?” Dan poked Anna’s knee.

  “You can’t juggle monkeys. They’d scratch your eyes out,” uttered Anna, massaging the side of her phone.

  “You went into full-on verbal vomit mode, didn’t you?” Dan snorted. He was the person who knew her best, and sometimes Anna detested him for it.

  She squeezed her feet hard. “I kinda ... it looked like he was interested, so I wanted to tell him what I do.” She looked up, seeking a confirmation in Dan’s eyes. “I thought I’d be all cool, but he was so hot that I ... panicked a bit.”

  “He came home with you, so that’s something, I guess ... What else do you know about him except that he’s hot?”

  “He doesn’t have one arm and is great at makeup.” That Anna was certain of.

  “What?” Dan frowned.

  “Told you, he looks like a J-rocker. He had this amazing artistic makeup.”