by Dani Wyatt
“What?” I ask when his look goes on a few beats longer than is comfortable.
“You grew up.” He looks uncomfortable as he walks past me to the couch and sits down.
“Yeah. I guess. Everyone does.”
“You’re dressed different. You dress like that while you were in Philly?” There’s a catch in his voice, and I’m not sure if it’s concern or judgment, but my defenses raise.
“No—” I start, then catch myself and draw a quick breath. “I mean, not really. I just wanted to dress up tonight. For...” I think twice before I finish. “...the party.”
“Really?” He eyes me up and down, and it feels like my nerves are on fire. “For the party.”
My nervousness turns to shame and I turn my gaze to the floor. “I know it doesn’t look good on me. I tried, not everyone can be an Amanda.” I spit out the last words, remembering how she was all over Cole when I walked in. “Guess that’s more your thing.”
I immediately regret the last words as they ring with jealousy. His hard gaze makes me feel more and more awkward, and I start to talk just to hide my discomfort.
“Not that I blame you. She’s every guy’s fant—”
“That’s not more my thing.” His voice is hard. “I was hoping you wore what you wore for me.”
“What?” It takes me a minute to process his statement. My breath comes faster and my heart is about to leap from my chest.
“You heard me. But, you know what I’d rather see?”
I shake my head, completely unsure what’s happening right now.
“You. Right here.” He points at a spot just in front of him, where he’s sitting leaning back, long legs open. “Taking off those clothes. For me.”
My cheeks burn as he stares at me silently. “Is this a joke?” I’m suddenly shaking but it’s not from the chilly weather and what I see in his eyes is not humor.
“No joke.” His voice is demanding and serious as he brings a hand to his crotch, the bulge there unmistakable. “My dick doesn’t joke.”
I can see the length of him, pressing all the way up to his belt, and I don’t know what to say or do. Warmth travels over my skin as I swallow hard and Cole looks at me like I’m dessert.
How many times did I imagine just this? How many times did I lay in bed, listening to Cole and my father talking while I touched myself, whispering to my pillow that I was saving myself for him, hoping in some magical way he would hear me. That he would slip into my room and take what I was keeping just for him.
How many times did I fantasize about laying there as his body covered me, feeling the first brush of his cock on my virgin pussy? His face just above mine, hovering there while he told me he loved me and pushed the swollen head inside. My pussy, slick and wet as I imagined all the parts of him. The parts I’d seen: his hand, forearms, his shirtless torso. I’d watched him so many times and each one was seared into my brain. Times when my dad took me to their worksites and Cole would be there next to the other workers, skin slick with sweat as my pussy would tingle and my nipples would harden.
He’s watching me now with a laser focus and I’m frozen. Rapt. Unable to move or speak.
Seeing the want in his eyes releases something inside of me, something I’ve kept locked down forever. Something I’ve wanted to say. Something he’s made me feel.
“I did wear it for you. I wanted you to see me...not just as your friend’s daughter.” I whisper, taking a few tentative steps forward until I’m standing where he pointed, in front of his spread knees.
“I’ve seen you for a long time, Holly.” His words slide out, deep and rich, on a rumble that comes from his chest, like he’s some wild beast claiming his mate.
The dampness between my legs gathers and he shifts on the couch, adjusting the length of his cock as my pulse races in my ears and my throat is tight.
My fingertips are tingling but my inhibitions fall away as the lust in Cole’s face grows. Knowing he’s looking at me like that gives me the confidence to say what comes next.
“It’s hard to believe that’s true. But I’ve wanted you. Like, wanted you wanted you.”
He leans forward, making me gasp as he grabs me around the waist, pulling me toward him, his face at the level of my chest. “Sit here. Facing me.” The commanding timbre of his voice gives me goosebumps as he pulls me toward his lap.
My nipples tighten and tingle under my bra, and I wonder what it would feel like to have his warm mouth draw each peak inside. I’m unsteady on the tall heels I bought just for tonight but unwilling to admit that I’m more afraid of his disappointment than I am of his gaze. His eyes are trained on my chest, and I bring my shaking fingers to the buttons on the sweater, smiling as I start to work them open.
“Sit,” he repeats, making me pause what I’m doing, and when I hesitate his voice deepens. “Now...”
His hands drop to grip my ass, and that sound comes again from his throat. More like a raspy growl than anything human. I shock myself as I do as he asks, slipping my legs next to his and guiding myself slowly down onto his hard thighs, forcing my skirt high on my thighs as he groans.
“I’m not...” I start, the embarrassment already heating my cheeks. “Too heavy?”
“No.” He answers, the word clipped and short. “You’re perfect, Holly.”
I decide to just get it out there. “Okay, it’s just... I figured you just saw me as your friend’s chubby daughter.”
“Fuck.” He lets out another long, painful growl, and looks up at the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back to mine. What I see there answers my question before he even speaks. He brings a hand to grip the back of my neck, pulling me a few inches downward until I feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m not sure I should tell you this. I’ve never seen you as either of those things. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, Holly. If that makes me a horrible person, I’m sorry.”
“Really?” I cover my mouth with one hand.
I try to let that sink in. There should be warning flags waving red at me from all directions, but all I see are checkered flags telling me I’ve just won the race I didn’t even know I was running.
“Really.”
The grip on my neck tightens and Cole pulls my face to his. When our lips connect it’s like I’ve just grabbed onto a live wire. A buzzing jolt makes me wince and sparks fill my vision.
His lips are perfectly soft, and as they open I feel the lust in his kiss. He sees me like a woman, desirable, a thing of beauty...and I’ve never felt that from a man before. I’m the thick chick. Thunder thighs. Muffin top.
I’m not this.
I’m not the focus of someone’s fantasies.
Wait, maybe that’s it. I’m just a fantasy. A weird, kinky fantasy about your best friend’s daughter...
As the doubt tickles the back of my mind, my tongue finds his and God...this kiss can’t be wrong, because it just feels too right.
I want to do this forever. Kissing harder, I ease forward on his lap, the throbbing between my legs screaming for more.
As I shift, my heart pounds and I feel the steel of his length pressing into my spread legs. The wetness between my legs seeping into the fabric of his trousers.
Cole’s other hand drifts down my back and comes to rest on my ass, pulling me harder into his erection as he begins to rock us together, our kiss igniting in a burst of soft flame.
When he finally pulls back, I feel the loss.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Fuck, no. I want you, Holly. All of you. Do you understand that? This isn’t just sex. I want you. Us. Together.”
He leans forward and kisses me again, and I immediately melt, trying to process what’s happening. The room feels like it’s spinning, and this has to be a dream. A perfect Christmas dream. And if it is, I want to live in it for the rest of my life.
Every part of me is buzzing and alive. Even with the nagging doubt, I still believe him. Even though when I look at him I see a
man that could have any woman he wants, he wants me. He’s not playing around, and I finally know what it means to swoon.
We withdraw again and as I gaze into his piercing blue eyes, I see them darken with intensity, his hands gripping me, making me feel utterly safe. And utterly under his control.
“My dad is going to be home in a couple hours...” I bring a shoulder to my ear, hoping he’s picking up on what I’m offering.
“I don’t think that will work.” He answers and my heart sinks.
Disappointment clouds my vision, and my self-doubt tells me once again I’m misreading all this. He’s toying with me. I feel the tears spring to my eyes.
“Okay.” I drop my gaze, trying not to let him see my tears, but his hand on my neck controls me and he forces my eyes to his.
“No, listen. I’ll take the couple hours, Holly. I’ll take whatever I can get. But I’ll want more. I’ll need more.” He shakes his head, letting out a long warm breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Soft. Warm. Your ass, Jesus, your tits. Your laugh. Your kindness. Your mind. All of you. A couple hours will not scratch the surface of what I will need from you from now on. Do you get that? You let this monster out of me now and he’s not going back into hiding again. It will be impossible.”
If I wasn’t sitting down, I would probably fall. My body weakens at his words, and I want him to know he’s had my heart for just as long.
“I’ve got a secret to tell you, too.” I manage, biting into my bottom lip before daring myself to finish. “I always dreamed you’d be my first. I...” My breath catches and I blow out an embarrassed breath. “I saved myself for you. All of me, I mean.”
“Jesus, Holly.” His face looks pained, but I feel his cock grow harder under my sex as he starts moving us together again. “This is a Christmas miracle. You are my Christmas miracle.”
Five
Cole
I GRIT MY TEETH, TRYING to calm my raging cock. I’ve never been so hard.
The monster inside of me becomes more real with every ragged breath. The scent of her pussy and the feel of her soft body on top of me is surging primal need through my veins.
I’m losing the civilized man that I was only moments ago, to be replaced by a beast that needs to sink its hard dick into her soaking, virgin pussy.
The virgin pussy she’s saved for me.
FOR.
ME.
Never have I heard more beautiful words.
No matter how long I live, I’ll treasure this moment. The moment I found out that my awful, forbidden desire is reciprocated.
But the thoughts I’ve had all these years don’t compare to what I’m feeling right now. They were crude, malformed things, more lust than anything else.
And I want my dick inside her, sure.
But it’s so much more.
She’s mine.
I’m claiming her.
I’m not only going to fuck her. I’m going to fuck a baby inside of her, as fast as humanly possible, so she will never get away.
No one will be able to take from me that which I’ve waited for my entire life.
I’ve never thought of it much, but it kills me, wishing I was a fucking virgin for her. I’ve never tramped around, that’s not my way, but I’ve had a couple girlfriends over the years before I met Holly. Never anything serious at all.
But none of that ever felt like this.
Compared to this, those encounters don’t even register on any sort of scale. So I guess, in a way, I am a virgin. I’m a virgin for anything even remotely close to what we’ll have, because what we’ll have is unprecedented. And unprotected. Another first for me. Since Martin introduced me to his daughter, the whole fucking world has changed.
Sure, I felt like a shit head at the time. She was seventeen and I was thirty-five.
Dirty old man.
But, now here we are. I waited. I tried to stay away. But now is the moment and there’s no turning back. I take a deep inhale and catch her scent again and I let out a growl that widens those doe-brown eyes staring at me like I’m some sort of king.
“You okay?” Her tongue pokes out from between her cherry-sweet lips, and it’s taking all my control not to throw her ass on the floor, rip her clothes off and sink my greedy dick into her wet warmth, my swollen balls eager to fill her over and over with my hot, sticky seed.
“I will be.” I answer, knowing the only way I will truly be okay from now on is if she’s with me.
I’m going to taste her sweet cunt and eat her until she knows only my name. Then, I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk. My thick dick will be stuffed inside of her tight pussy until she’s dripping with me, every day from now on.
I release her neck and take her hand in mine as my other hand slides between us to pull out my hard cock. As it springs out from my zipper, Holly’s eyes widen and I place her hand on my hot length, her tiny fingers wrapping around the swollen shaft.
“Do you know how many times I’ve had my hand right where yours is while I was thinking about you?”
Her mouth opens and she shakes her head, not taking her eyes from our hands as I show her how to stroke me the way I have all these years; slowly, unhurried, building the tension.
“I should be ashamed, how many times...”
“No.” Her eyes snap up to mine. “Don’t be. I was thinking about you every day, since the first time my dad introduced us. I had my first orgasm thinking of you... Maybe I should be the one who’s ashamed.”
“Fuck no. What you just told me, you touching yourself thinking about me, that gave you your first orgasm?” I feel her hand moving faster and I can barely breathe, it feels so fucking good. “That’s beautiful, baby.”
Her movements are tentative and I continue to guide her.
“Is this right?” Her sweet voice only makes me harder.
“It’s exactly right. Now move it like this...” I show her how to spread the drops of pre-cum that are streaming down the purple, swollen head of my dick, and my whole body tightens as I try to hold my orgasm at bay.
Pretty soon, I let my hand drift from hers, reaching out to finish what she started by working the buttons open on her red sweater. She doesn’t pause as I work, her hand gliding up and down the sensitive skin of my cock.
There’s a sparkle in her eye, her warm breath coming faster as she arches her back, pushing her magnificent tits forward into my hands.
When I get her sweater open, I’m so close to the edge I have to grit my teeth to hold on just a moment longer.
She looks so fucking happy as she starts to jack me off harder and faster, my entire body feeling like it’s alive for the first time in my life.
Her tits swell out above the white-lace trim at the top of her red bra, and it’s another Christmas miracle when I look to see the clasp in the front. I waste no time unhooking it, letting her enormous tits fall free into my waiting hands.
Her nipples are amazing. Big and dark pink, tightening as I bring my fingers to softly twist and pinch them, listening to her moan. I tear my eyes away from their magnificence to look down at her hand around my cock, and I feel myself steadily losing control.
“Cole...” When I hear my name, my balls start to heave. “Would you...” She pauses as a flush pinks her cheeks and her chest. “Never mind.” She shakes her head, her long blonde hair falling into her face.
I reach up with one hand, the other still massaging the weight of her breast, my fingers memorizing every bump and texture of her nipple.
“Never say—” I gasp as her fingers move against the sensitive head of my cock, nearly sending me over the edge. Holding on is a struggle, but somehow I bring myself back to unstable control. “Never say never mind. If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. What is it? Would I what? Believe me when I say, any sentence that comes from you that starts with ‘would you...’ the answer is probably yes, unless I think it’s bad for you or will harm you...so say it..
.Would I what?”
She inhales a shaky little breath as her fingers squeeze around the base of my cock.
“Would you put your mouth on me?” She takes one hand and raises her breast toward my face. “Suck on me? Here?” Her voice is tiny, embarrassed, and I have to say it turns me on even more.
I don’t have words, I only have action. I take her tit in both hands, and with the first brush of her nipple on my lips I swear there is no air left in the room.
White sparks blind me as a primal roar rips from my chest and I finally fall over the edge. Thick, hot jets of my cum spurt from me as I suck her nipple deep into my mouth.
The muscles in my legs twitch and harden as I grip the soft flesh of her breast and feed myself on her, listening to the little yips and yelps of pleasure emanating from the woman I’ve dreamed about for so long.
As I cum all over her hand, she doesn’t hesitate or withdraw. Instead she slows her strokes, drawing cum from the base to the tip, and I think I’m going to die when I see her bring her cum covered fingers to her lips and suck them in, taking my white release into her mouth on a moan.
I move between her breasts for a few more minutes, tasting each one, nibbling and suckling until she begins to writhe and grind on top of me, the soaking fabric of her panties connecting with my still-hard length, but my mouth needs more.
Her body shudders as I release her nipple from my mouth, grabbing her ass and spinning us both around, dropping her in my place on the sofa as I ease my body down between her legs. I lean back, putting my weight on my heels, and see the dark spot on the white fabric between her legs, her red skirt gathered up around her hips as her sweater and bra fall wide open, the swell of her tits bared to the world.
She’s magnificent, her eyes hazy with lust as her mouth hangs open, shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall.
I reach up and grab the elastic of her panties, leaning down to grind my face into the soaking spot, taking a deep breath. The scent of her sticky sweet juice races through me like wildfire and I tug the fabric down, ripping her panties from her feet and displacing the red heels before shoving her knees wide again as I take a long slow look at the world’s prettiest pink pussy.
