Ava's eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and raw need as she shifted closer on the bed, her thigh still pressed firmly against Kevin's.
The heat from her body seeped through the denim, making his skin prickle, his cock already stirring traitorously in his jeans from the mere proximity.
"I still don't know where to start," Ava murmured, her voice husky, breath coming in shallow bursts as she fought the urge to pounce. "God, Kevin, I can hardly control myself. My pussy's throbbing just looking at you, all solid and ready. Have you... done this before? Fucked a girl senseless?"
Kevin swallowed hard, his face heating under her intense gaze, the confession tumbling out before he could stop it.
"No. I'm a virgin too. Never... yeah.' The admission hung there, vulnerable, but it only seemed to ignite something fiercer in her.
Ava's naughty smile widened, her fingers twitching against the sheets as an idea sparked in her eyes.
"Both virgins? Fuck, that's perfect. Here's what we'll do—me and the girls, we'll push you right to the brink, see how much we can tease that thick cock of yours until you're begging to bury it inside us. And we'll test ourselves too, how far we can ride this edge before our horniness wins and we give in. A little game to savor every filthy second." She leaned in, her camisole dipping low, the swell of her breasts nearly spilling out.
"I've never been touched by a man before. Not once. So let's start simple, build that fire slowly.'
Her hand moved with deliberate softness, wrapping around his wrist, guiding his palm to rest on the smooth expanse of her thigh just above the knee. The denim was warm, taut over her firm muscle, and the instant contact hit Kevin like a spark.
His dick surged, hardening fast against the confines of his zipper, a dull ache spreading through his groin as blood rushed south. He froze, breath catching, the sensation of her skin's heat bleeding through the fabric making his fingers curl instinctively.
Ava's touch was gentle but insistent, her own hand overlaying his as she rubbed it in slow circles, inching upward along her inner thigh. The friction built a slick tension, her jeans whispering with each drag, drawing his hand perilously closer to the seam at her crotch where he could almost feel the damp warmth radiating from her core.
Her breathing grew ragged, chest heaving, nipples peaking harder against the thin camisole as her first real taste of male contact sent shivers racing up her spine.
"Mmm, feel that? My skin's on fire for you," she whispered, thighs parting just a fraction, inviting more.
Then, with a soft exhale, she lifted his hand away, bringing it to her lips. Her mouth brushed the back of his knuckles in a feather-light kiss, tongue flicking out to taste his skin, salty and warm. The wet heat of her lips sent a jolt straight to Kevin's balls, his erection throbbing visibly now.
"How'd that feel?" she asked, voice low and teasing, eyes locked on his flushed face.
Kevin's cheeks burned, embarrassment twisting with the raw pleasure coiling in his gut.
"It... felt good. Really good." His voice came out rough, strained, hips shifting involuntarily on the bed.
"I know how to make it even better," Ava purred, her grip firm as she redirected his hand higher, pressing his palm flat against the soft swell of her breast over the camisole.
The fabric was silky, barely a barrier, and beneath it, her tit yielded warm and full, the nipple a hard pebble scraping his skin through the thin material.
Kevin's fingers flexed without thinking, squeezing gently, feeling the plush give of her flesh, the way it molded to his touch. A sharp moan escaped Ava's lips, breathy and needy, her body arching into his hand as sparks of pleasure shot to her clit.
She squeezed her thighs together hard, the pressure grinding against her soaked folds, a whimper building in her throat as his unintended grope sent waves of heat pulsing through her core. Her free hand clutched the sheet, nails digging in, fighting the flood of wetness seeping into her panties.
But then she stilled his hand, pulling it away with a shaky laugh, her green eyes wild with restraint.
"Stop... fuck, if we keep going like this, I'll rip your clothes off and ride you right now. I'd lose the game before the other girls even get a turn to play."
Ava slid back on the bed, climbing fully onto the rumpled sheets and stretching out on her back, legs parting slightly as she propped herself on her elbows. Her camisole rode up, exposing the flat plane of her stomach, and she bit her lip, gaze dropping to the obvious bulge in Kevin's jeans.
"Go on, head back to your world. I've gotta… take care of this ache myself. My fingers gotta do my cunt for today, imagining it's you stretching me open.'
"Huh…?"