In a flash he’s next to me again, his utter nakedness distracting me. He makes me look at him and his eyes are serious. “It hasn’t gone far enough.”“But—”He slips a hand behind my neck and keeps me looking at him. “You’re afraid of getting caught? Of what people might think?”“Yes,” I breathe.“This has nothing to do with anyone but you and me, and what we want. There’s nothing wrong with it. When I return the favor, and I will return the favor, remember that.” He yanks me forward against him, and I’m overwhelmed by his body against mine as he kisses me. I’m immediately aroused again, and a sudden rightness clicks inside. He’s right. If we both want this, is it really so bad? Really so wrong?Just as I’m about to grab him and pull him into my bedroom, I hear a door open upstairs and another set of footsteps coming towards us. I open the door to my bedroom as he takes a step back towards the couch.He gives me a little smile. “Goodnight, Stella.”I shut the door before whomever it is
Until Trevor pulls away. He stops completely, and my orgasm collapses. I groan in frustration at being denied, not once, but twice, this morning. I don’t even care that the first time was in my subconscious. He stares up at me from his place between my legs, that maddening little smirk on his lips. “I think it is that simple.”I drag myself up on my elbows, looking down on him. “That’s why you stopped? Trevor, you know it isn’t. You’re Brad’s friend. Not to mention how my family will feel about me being with someone half my age. Oh god, how old are you now?”“Twenty.” He presses his lips against my clit, flicking his tongue against it. My entire body jumps. “And I think your family will be happy just to see you get laid.”I flush up to the roots of my hair. “That’s not the point.”“Stella,” he says, stopping me from continuing my argument, “I want you. I get that this makes you nervous, and I’m fine if you don’t want to tell anyone. But we’re both adults, and the age difference doesn’
Trevor reaches down and circles my hand with his, and I get the image of him guiding my hand, making me get him off. I see the same thought in his eyes, and I know it’s something we’ll revisit later. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at me and pulls my hand away. I slip the condom onto him, rolling it carefully down until he’s covered.He doesn’t waste any time, covering my mouth with his and pushing me back onto the bed again. The kiss lights me up again, and he knows it. He resumes his trail down my body, kissing and licking and leaving spots of fire behind. He licks across one nipple, and I groan, the sensation of his tongue dragging across it racing down to my clit. “Trevor,” I say, out of patience. “I told you what I want.”“In that case.” He jerks my hips towards him, fitting himself against my entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he slides inside me, and it’s been so long since I’ve had real sex that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be so filled up. I close my eyes, feeling him press i
Daniel trudges into the dining room, clearly less awake than his twin, but he manages to find the table and the pancakes all right. “Morning, Daniel,” I say.I get something close to a grunt in response, and I’m reminded how thankful I am not to have a teenage son anymore. Opening the fridge, I grab jam, chocolate spread, and whipped cream. I place them on the bar in front of Trevor. “Well, since it’s your birthday, you should have more options than just syrup. Take your pick.”I hear the shaking and spray of the whipped cream can as I go back to finishing the batter. Almost done.“Dude, really?” Brad says. “Whipped cream—that’s what you pick when you have the chocolate stuff sitting in front of you? Why?”“The same reason I put whipped cream on anything,” Trevor says. “So I can lick it off before getting to eat the rest.”I turn to find him looking straight at me, and I flush at the same time I feel my pussy turn to liquid. I manage to pull my eyes away from him in time to save the l
I jump when I feel his hand take mine, and I don’t fight it when he weaves our fingers together. We ride the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand. I try not to dwell on the past and the sadness it still brings me, but the memories come anyway. Of being shuffled between the houses of my aunts and uncles, of Brad crying and asking why he didn’t have a daddy when everyone else did, of the loneliness and hardship of parenting alone.By the time I pull into the farm I feel down, the same way I always feel when this spiral of thoughts catches me. There aren’t many cars here, which is good. It will make it easier to pick a tree if there are less people vying for the good ones. I put the car in park, and before I can even turn the car off, Trevor is out of his seat. He’s standing in front of me on my side of the car when I open my door. He closes the door for me, and wraps his arms around me. It’s unexpected, and welcome. I feel myself relaxing into the warmth of this embrace.“I’m sorry I
Right.”And we do find a tree, right where I always do in the hollow at the base of the hill. A perfect little tree that will go nicely in the corner of the living room. Trevor makes the trek back to the edge of the farm to get one of the workers, helps him cut it and bag it and strap it to the top of my car. By the time we’re pulling back into my driveway, I don’t think I could wipe the smile off my face if I tried.The tree fits perfectly in the living room, and even though my arms are scratched all to hell from wrestling way too many strings of lights onto it, it looks gorgeous. The lights we used are all white, and even without the ornaments, it’s pretty. I made some hot chocolate, and I turned off the lights are stared at it for a while. Brad had to explain to everyone that I do it every year, but they didn’t ruin my moment.I texted June while they were out, and I hoped that they weren’t getting home too late. They pulled in at around ten, fully exhausted from a day of family an
“Yes.”Then he’s inside and the door is closed behind him. “I wasn’t sure you’d be awake.”“That’s why I left the light on,” I say, smiling.He spreads out next to me on the bed, a sly grin on his face. “So…what do we do?”I slide down next to him so our faces are even with each other. “I thought you proved pretty well this morning that you knew what you were doing.”“Well, thank you,” he laughs.“I’ll tell you what,” I say. “It is still your birthday.”“Barely.”I move closer to him, and we’re laying inches apart but still not touching. “You tell me what you want. Even if it is barely your birthday. It’ll be your birthday gift.”“But you already got me a cake.” He moves closer, too.“I think sex and cake go hand in hand, don’t you?”“Definitely.”And then we’re kissing, and he tastes like chocolate. His hand slips around me, pulling my body against his and sliding down to my ass. I feel the moment he discovers I’m not wearing any panties. His whole body stiffens—some parts more than
My pleasure bottoms out, and I find those delicious moments that consume my whole body before I reach the peak, and I try to hold on, I try to make it last, but I can’t. I look at Trevor, his own hand moving just as fast as mine, and I lock eyes with him as I go over. Pleasure crashes through me and I grind against hand, trying to make it last. I feel a flood of wetness leave my pussy, and I know I’m moaning louder than I should be in a house full of sleeping people. The high fades as quickly as it came, and I’m left blinking away the pleasure, small spasms moving through my muscles.Trevor looks at me—he never looked away—and I know he’s close. I can see it in his body, and I know all it will take is one little push. So I give it to him. I draw a finger through my soaking pussy, and bring it to my lips. I lick myself clean for him. I see his muscles go rigid, and he leans forward as he comes, spilling himself across my breasts and stomach. He covers me in it, and I let him. This is