My dad slides on his coat and slips right out the front door.
“Did I wake up in a parallel universe or something?” I ask in-between bites that are too good to put down.
“No, but I was hoping that we might get parallel a little bit later…or sooner,” he says as his arms wrap around me from behind making me feel safe, warm, and protected even though the back of the chair is somewhat in-between us.
“Remember last night when you were watching the snowfall and you asked me if it was calming,” he says.
“Of course,” I say leaning back into him.
“Well this is what I call calming. Having you in my arms feels like Sunday morning and it’s so calming to know in my arms is right where you belong.”
I swallow my food and pucker up, turning my head back around and his lips come down on mine for the first kiss of the morning.
The front door comes flying open and Trevor’s big hands come off me and grab my plate.
“I’ll be happy to clear that for you,” he says.
My dad laughs. “You know from outside where it’s tough to see because the window is so fogged up it looked like you two were hugging and about to kiss, but it’s just because you were reaching around her to clear her plate,” he says.
“Yeah, imagine that,” Trevor says as he casually takes my plate to the kitchen.
My dad looks at the plate and sees there’s still some food on there. His eyes narrow and go to mine and then to Trevor’s.
“She’s saving room for pancakes,” Trevor says.
My dad nods, grabs his gloves and windshield scraper and heads back outside.
The minute the door closes I exhale hard.
“Oh my god,” I say fanning myself with one hand and placing my other in-between my chest. I can feel my heart bouncing off my hand. “That was so close.”
“He doesn't have a clue,” Trevor says. “But he will soon enough.”
My eyebrows narrow as I look straight ahead.
“And what I mean by that is your dad is actually a cool guy. I never really took the opportunity to meet him, or any of my employees really, until this morning.”
“Oh yeah,” I say turning around and feeling a warmth in my stomach at the idea that Trevor and dad might actually be more than just two men who work together…that they might be able to be…friends.
“Yeah, I should get to know more people around the office.”
“But my dad,” I say. “You think he’s cool?”
“Sure, why not? In a dad sort of way.”
“What do you mean? You didn’t talk about me did you?”
“I didn’t have to because he couldn’t stop. He’s so proud of you, you know.”
“Yeah, he’s a great dad,” I say.
“And a smart one too,” Trevor says. “But let’s hope he’s not smart enough to figure out what’s going on for a little while longer,” he says, moving over to the window.
“You said you’ll be here when he gets back?”
“Yeah, the road to my house is completely snowed in. The snow plows worked all night and the busiest streets are drivable, so your dad’s headed into the office.”
“The office? On the day after Thanksgiving?”
“Yeah, he wants to study up for the office football pool this week.”
“Yeah, my dad loves football. But wait…he’s never talked about an office pool before.”
“Because we just started one this morning. He’s going to email everyone from the company email account when he gets in. He’s so excited. I put him in charge of running it and everything.”
“Don’t you have worry about gambling laws and things like that these days?”
“Well, to be honest I don’t care much about who wins or loses when it comes to football this weekend. You know why?”
“Why?” I say as he moves away from the window and back towards me with a look that’s quickly bordering on the one he had last night before he put his mouth on me.
“Because when it comes to gambling, I already won the jackpot.”
“The money from your business?” I ask with a sly smile.
“Nope,” he says getting closer.
“The cars and toys and vacations?”
“That’s what I used to think, but not…any…more,” he says just before he stops right next to me. He’s so big I can’t even see around him to see the window. I swear it’s a bit cooler and darker just from the reflected light he’s blocking.
“Then what could it be?” I ask wanting to hear him say it.
His big fingers come up from his side and rest right along my jawline as he tilts my chin up even higher. He turns my head slightly to the side.
“I wish you could marvel at the impossibly high cheekbones which have my full and undivided attention right now.”
“And also your desire?” I say, placing my hand right on top the fabric that’s covering his quickly elongating erection.
“Truth be told…my everything,” he says.
He leans forward and his face stops just short of mine.
My eyes close and I feel the heat from his face, the warmth of his touch.
I should be worried about my dad busting through that front door, stomping the snow off his boots, and then stomping his feet in anger.
But I can’t.
All I can think about is him, and how I’m so close to getting what I want.
To feeling the passion from his lips. His calloused hands running over my body. And to watch as he loses control and takes me like he did last night.
But this time nothing stopping us because I’m ready for him to take me completely.
His mouth moves in closer, closing the space between us and my lips part slightly.
Just when I can’t take it anymore and the anticipation has me practically pooling in my panties, his lips softly caress mine before quickly turning hungry and we’re right back where we left off.
CHAPTER 11
Trevor
“We really need this snow to get cleared,” I say, forcing my lips off hers.
“Why?”
“Because if this continues I won’t be able to stop.”
“Who said anything about stopping. I want you now. Here.”
“You deserve more. You deserve better.”
“You deserve to have some of that stress relieved from your face.”
“Come again?” I say.
“Oh I will, but this time I want to taste you,” she says. “Where’s your shirt? Your button down?”
“I think your dad put it in the closet.”
“Is he gone?”
“Let me check,” I say walking back over to the window. His car is gone and the tire tracks lead right out to the road. That’s the one nice thing about this snow. No guessing about where he might be. “Yeah, he’s…” I say turning around to see she’s disappeared.
Suddenly I hear the song Run the World (Girls) by Beyonce coming from somewhere in the house.
“Up here,” she says from her bedroom.
I’m up those stairs like a fireman running into a house to save a life, but the real life that’s being saved is mine.
Her youth, freshness, exuberance and just everything about her makes me feel like a new man. And damn if I wasn’t her man.
The music gets louder as I approach her room.
I put a finger on the slightly ajar door and slowly push it open.
She’s over in the corner of her room in my button down and nothing more. At least that’s what it looks like and what my cock is telling me.
“I’m so damn hard for you.”
“Why don’t you show me how hard you are?” she says.
I walk over towards her as she slowly unbuttons the buttons of my shirt, exposing her cleavage and all I can think of is how I didn’t see her breasts last night.
And how I’m going to make that my number one priority right now.
To feel them in my grasp as I knead them and suck on her nipples as my to
ngue traces the outline of her areolas.
But just as I reach her she drops to her knees and runs a finger along the fly of my pants before kissing the fabric where the head of my dick should be.
But it’s not because it’s pointing skyward.
I slide my hand into her shirt taking her breast and working it around in my grasp.
My head leans back and my eyes close as I find her nipple, twisting it gently but with just enough pressure to know how much her perfect body is turning me on.
“I could come just from your touch,” she says.
“Do it. I want to see your face and hear you moan my name.”
“I will, but first…I want the same from you.”
With one motion she yanks down my pants and underwear and her hands stack on my shaft as she moves her head right down on my cock, licking around the head of my dick and I feel my balls pulling up already.
“You tasted me now I get to taste you. It’s only fair.”
“But what’s not fair is I’m not going to last long,” I say in-between shallow breaths.
“Good, because I can’t wait to feel your power and taste you in the back of my throat.”
“Fuck,” I say.
“I may not be experienced, but I’ve thought about this moment, fantasized about it, for months now. And now that it’s here I’m going to do exactly what I’ve been wanting to do.”
She kisses the head of my dick and with one motion she slides her warm mouth over my rod and I have to flex my thighs to try and stay upright, but it’s barely working because all the blood in my body is in my dick.
“Oh fuck, baby. Right there. Just like that,” I say as my hands find the top of her long, blond hair as my hands move back and forth with her movement. I let her be in control first and foremost because that last thing I want to do is jam my entire cock all the way down her throat. Scratch that…that’s the first thing I want to do, but that’s not how I treat my queen. And secondly because she’s doing this better than I could have ever imagined.
I hear her moan and feel the vibrations from her throat on the head of my cock and it takes all the willpower I have not to finish right then.
She pulls her head back and a loud popping sound echoes off the posters on her walls from the vacuum seal that was broken when her lips came off me.
She begins stroking my shaft slowly and then faster and faster until her hands are moving furiously over my cock which is fully lubricated with her warm saliva.
“Tell me when you’re gonna come,” she says.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I growl and just like that she strokes even harder.
Her hands fly off my rod and her head takes over and I try my best not to apply pressure to the back of her head but I have no clue if I succeed or not.
I’m completely lost in my thoughts of her pleasing me.
I look down and take in the sight of her and just then she looks up at me and we lock eyes. The sight of her on her knees pleasing me and looking up at me pushes me over the edge. My dick pulls back and just before it shoots forward like a cannon I tap her twice on the head and she braces for my load.
She moans as my arms goes numb and I shoot another geyser and another followed by a slight tremor and then I feel myself getting completely lightheaded.
I lean in, putting my hands on her shoulders and brace myself as I go down to my knees and then fall on my back.
Her lips never come off me as she cleans me up.
I just lie there, my eyes closed and my mouth open.
I feel a cool breeze, just what I needed and realize she’s opened the window, but I still can’t open my eyes to acknowledge anything in existence right now.
What she did to me was otherworldly, and then I feel her snuggle into the crook of my arm as she pulls a blanket over her before quickly pulling it off.
“I guess I won’t be needing that,” she says. “You’re on fire.”
“You’re on fire,” I say pulling her in close sliding my hand in her shirt and gently caressing her beautiful breasts as my other hand slowly glides through her hair.
I close my eyes again and realize one of the most unbelievable moments of my life is right here, right now…lying on a pink carpet staring up at a ceiling that’s above a tiny twin bed with a couple of Hello Kitty posters on the walls.
I can’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she says.
I open my eyes. “How long it took me to find out the true meaning of life.”
“What’s that? Tell me,” she says with genuine eagerness and enthusiasm.
I bring my hand off her chest while the other continues to play with her incredible hair.
Just as I bring my index finger to rest on her nose I say… “you.”
CHAPTER 12
Thalia
“All the board games we have are right over there,” I say. “On that shelf.” I point over towards the wall and Trevor gets up off the couch to go check them out.
After taking him in my mouth we simultaneously stimulated each other with our hands and then he put his mouth on me just as needily as he did last night…and I lasted just as long, as in not very long at all.
I quit counting climaxes at five realizing they were starting to run together. At this point I don’t know where one ends and the next one begins as it seems he has me in a constant state of release.
And that’s how I feel when I’m with him. Like he’s a nice warm ocean that just washes over me giving me pleasure and taking all my troubles away.
I don’t have a care in the world when he’s around and it’s one of the few times in life where the real thing lived up to the hype, and boy had I ever hyped him up in my mind.
The funny thing was I never felt like I’d be let down. You read stories in magazines or on social media of people who have celebrity crushes and things like that and then when they meet them they’re completely disappointed.
Somehow I just knew that wasn’t going to be the case. Even though I’d built him up to legendary levels in my mind I always knew he’d not only meet them, but he’d exceed them.
And one thing I could use in excess right now is what he just gave me…cuddle time on the couch as we watched a movie and ate popcorn.
But I have no idea what that movie was even about nor do I care.
The real entertainment was trying to throw popcorn kernels in each other’s mouths, the reward and the “punishment” of course being the same…a big ol’ kiss.
And when we weren’t playing with our popcorn we were teasing each other, spanking each other, tickling each other…you can pretty much insert anything you want before the word “each other.” Anything but “making love” that is.
He told me we absolutely have to wait. He swears on doing the actual act right, even though when we were play wrestling earlier the head of his dick grazed my folds and if it hadn’t caused me to lose my breath and all sense of time and space, I would have willed my way down his pole with or without his approval.
But that’s not how a true couple, a true team, works.
I know that’s what we are, but as the moments pass the feeling only gets stronger and stronger.
“Who’s this?” he asks.
“Who?” I say.
He takes a picture from the mantle and stares at it, his eyes shooting lasers right through it.
“My friend. He needed a date for his senior prom a few years ago.”
“He was your boyfriend?” he asks, turning towards me and redirecting those lasers on me.
“No, no, no. Nothing like that. Just a friend. A neighbor.”
“He still lives around here?”
“No, he went away to college somewhere,” I say.
He focus turns back to the picture. He places it on the mantle, but doesn’t take his hand off of it. Then he spins it around so it’s facing the complete opposite direction, his fingers still on it.
He just stares at the back of the frame as if doing so he can somehow melt
the part of the picture on the other side where the boy’s standing.
Then he brings the picture off the mantle, opens a drawer, and puts it inside…face down.
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