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"Is he your boyfriend?" her mother asks, slowly sipping a cup of coffee.

"No."

"Then what is he?"

"He's… Ricky."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means… work in progress."

"You're wooing him?"

"No. I'm fucking him."

Her mother winces, "I don't need to hear that."

"I hear you all the time," she replies snidely. "I don't like it either. But I deal."

"I don't appreciate your tone, young lady. Just because we gossip like best friends does not mean that I stop being your--"

There is a knock at the door. When she opens it, she is, surprisingly, pleasantly surprised. He looks delectably eatable standing there, and she looks up at him, her eyes trailing over his slender figure. "I didn't call." She shrugs her shoulders and he takes it as an invitation to come in, scooping her into his arms. Her legs lock around his waist as his teeth lock around her bottom lip. He slams the door shut and lets one of his hands slip up the back of her t-shirt, already snapping the back of her bra open.

"Adrian…"

She pulls back, annoyed. "Mom, we have company. We can finish this conversation later." He appears unfazed, still holding her in his arms as her mother fixes a pointed glare on them. Within seconds, she is throwing up her hands in defeat, grabbing her purse, and leaving the apartment.

Smirking, she kisses him again. "Why are you here?" she asks. "Not that I don't want you here. It's just not your usual time. I would have neatened up the place or something." He carries her into the living room, bending down and placing her on the couch, kneeling between her spread legs. He pulls her closer, kissing her lips harshly, his hands already beginning to trail up her thighs.

"I thought you said you liked spontaneous guys. I thought you said that guys who kept you on your toes made you hot." His slips his hands under the hem of her shirt and pushes her back against the arm of the couch, pushing her shirt up over her breasts along with her bra. Leaning forward, he flicked at her breasts with his tongue, hardening her nipples into peaks. He climbs onto the couch beside her, one of his arms going around her back to hold her close to him. His free hand grabs the hem of her shirt and tugs it over her head, throwing it on top of the potted plant in the corner along with her bra. Touching his lips to her collar bone, his fingers deftly unbutton and unzip her jeans. He pulls back briefly to rid himself of his own shirt before returning to her lips, shoving a hand into her dark curls to hold her closer. She grabs his shoulders and pulls him tight to her body, her hands smoothing down over the working muscles in his back.

Lying flat, chest to chest, they begin clawing at each other's remaining clothes. After everything as been shed and her living room floor is dotted with shirts and pants and undergarments, he cups her and feels the moisture between her legs, slipping two of his fingers into her. She gasps and bucks her hips into his hand, clawing at his back. He doesn't really move for a few moments, just twisting and turning.

"Want it?" he practically snickers in her ear.

"Yes," she hisses, "Yes, yes, yes." His fingers pump fluidly as his mouth teases her nipples again. She throws her head back and lets out a moan, grinding down on his fingers. He curls them before straightening them sharply, and she screams, feeling juices beginning to leak all over his hands. His thumb reaches up to toy with her clit, and her orgasm shakes her body as her inner walls clench down around his thrusting fingers. She moves to return the favor but doesn't even get a chance he's positioning his erect member at her entrance.

"Not on the couch! I have to entertain on here!" He smirks, pulling her down onto the floor between the couch and the coffee table. He stuffs a pillow beneath her head as he trails his tongue languidly over her neck, kneeling between her bent legs. Pressing the tip of his erection against her slit once more, he teases her. She pants into is ear and he finally pushes in roughly, embedding himself inside her heat. She groans, squeezing her eyes shut as his teeth nip playfully at her skin. His strokes are quick and hard, just the way she likes it, and her back arches up off the carpet. He grunts as he pounds into her, one of his hands dropping to toy with her swollen and sensitive bud once more.

"God, fucking yes," he groans, plunging as far into her as possible. She presses her head back against the ground hard, digging her nails into his biceps as she rocks her hips back against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. His head falls down into the crook of her neck, but he lifts it up again and stares into her eyes, daring her to let go. Her orgasm shakes her entire body and he smiles through his moan as she clamps around him, milking him for all he has.

"Oh, shit." Once he comes, he pulls out, lying down beside her in the small space between the couch and coffee table. Glancing around, he chuckles.

"This is one place I never figured we'd do it. Shower, sure. Bedroom, sure. Kitchen, sure. Dining room, sure. The living room floor just never seemed likely. It wasn't wild enough." She rolls her eyes but smiles, because this is one of their good days. "Admit it, though. That was some of the best sex we've had that's not in a bed."

"This is the only sex that we've had that's not in a bed."

"Whatever. I'm still right. And it was still sex, so either way it's a win-win."

"You're such a man-whore." He leans over to kiss her neck, and the conversation ends. Hours later, after a nap that has left them both with stiff backs, he helps her up off the floor and she smiles to herself. They both glance back at the floor and then at each other's naked forms and they laugh. As she brushes her hair back with her fingers, his hands cup her neck and cheek and his kisses her hard, pressing her hips back against the edge of her dinner table. She moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his torso. He presses her back farther until she needs to brace a hand on the cold surface to avoid falling back. Pulling away briefly, she looks over her shoulder at the table and then back at him.

He smirks, "Kinky, right?"

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AdrianLee&RickyUnderwood.

TheSecretLifeoftheAmericanTeenager.

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