by Ford, Mia
“So that was Ben from school,” she said, looking down at her phone. “He said he can get me front row at the Rockette’s extravaganza but if I want to go, I have to go now.”
“You should do it,” Dex said, glancing over at me. “That poor boy is pulling out all the stops, the least you could do is go enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t know,” she said, sitting down in the chair. “I’m having so much fun here.”
“Girl, we are always here. Go and have fun!” I said, hoping she would take my word for it.
“Okay,” she said excitedly. “I’ll go. I love you guys. Merry Christmas. I’ll call you tomorrow Casey.”
I leaned up and kissed Natalie on the cheek. I chuckled as she threw her jacket, gloves, and hat on and raced out the door. As soon as she shut the door I could feel just how alone Dex and I were and it was more than exciting. I could tell instantly that Dex was into me and I was sure as hell into him. I hadn’t ever been with a man before, not that I was saving myself for anyone. I was just really shy and the few guys I dated never made the attempt. I looked over at Dex who was staring awkwardly at his drink. He was so hot I could barely stand it. I pulled my legs from his lap and sat up next to him.
I watched as a small smirk moved across his lips and he turned to me, grabbing my glass and setting it on the table. He reached both hands up and held my face in his hands, kissing my lips softly. The setting was so romantic, with the soft glow of the lights from the tree, the smell of cinnamon in the air, and the orchestra Christmas music in the background. I leaned into his kiss, feeling a desperate need deep in my stomach. The liqueur made me dizzy so we leaned back against the couch, our lips moving sensually together. Though I could feel the heat gathering in my panties, I was okay with making out for a while in the dim sparkling lights.
Slowly, Dex pushed toward me, lying me down on the couch and running his hand up my side. I could feel his bulging erection against my leg and it sent chills down my spine. He was gentle but needy and I had no reason to tell him I was a virgin, not with his take charge attitude. I could feel his fingertips move down the sides of my dress and reach under, trailing up to my panties. He moved his body to the side as he plucked the edge of the lace and slid his fingers right, feeling my juices run. He bit his lip and ran his hand through my pussy lips, causing a low moan to escape my throat. The sound seemed to arouse him even more and he moved down, pulling my dress completely up and kissing my stomach. I laid my head down and closed my eyes as he pushed my legs apart and pulled my red lace panties to the side, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
I groaned as he lapped at my wet mound, savoring every drop before going back for more. I reached up and unbuttoned the top of my dress. I pulled my bra cups to the side, massaging my big breasts and grinding my hips against his mouth. He felt so good down there and I could feel my temperature rising. He moved his hand from my thigh and slipped two fingers inside of me and groaned against my clit, feeling how tight and wet I was. After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out and moved up my body. He pressed his mouth against mine and growled as I sucked hard on his tongue. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, knowing we wouldn’t have long until my mother came back.
He sat up and pulled his pants and boxer briefs off, throwing them in a pile on the floor. He stood in front of me, stroking his rock-hard erection. He smiled excitedly as he dove back down, kissing my neck and chest while rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. I may have never been with a man but I definitely knew I wanted him inside of me. I reached down and grabbed his shaft, kissing him hard as I raised my hips and pulled him into me with need. He groaned loudly in my mouth as he entered me, sliding easily through my wetness.
“You are so tight,” he whispered, nibbling at my ear. “You feel amazing.”
As he leaned into me, he grabbed my hands and put them over my head. Holding them down with one arm, he lifted my leg around his waist. He began to push into me in a steady motion, his shaft moving through my tight wet pussy. He was so thick and so big I thought it would hurt but as I opened my hips to take him in further, all I felt was an unbelievable pleasure. He let go of my hands and grabbed my hips, thrusting forward harder and harder. I reached up and grabbed the arm of the couch, closing my eyes and listening to our skin slap together. He licked his lips and moaned as my juices covered his cock.
As he picked up the pace, he rocked his hips forward as he pushed in, rubbing against my clit. I felt the orgasm building in my belly as it began to erupt. I screamed loudly, grabbing the couch and arching my back as I felt the waves of pleasure explode through me. As I shivered and shook beneath him, he could feel me contracting against his shaft which only made him needier. I opened my eyes and watched as he thrust hard once, twice, and then a third time, rolling his eyes back and pushing in as he released. He continued to thrust softly as the waves of ecstasy rolled over him, biting his lip and squeezing my thighs in his strong hands. As his muscles relaxed, he looked down at me and smiled, shaking his head and leaning into my neck.
“That was amazing,” he said breathlessly. “Merry Freakin’ Christmas.”
I leaned my head back and laughed loudly as he pulled out and reached for my hands. When I got to my feet, he placed a long and passionate kiss on my lips. I couldn’t imagine that a better first time existed. Knowing my mother would be home soon, we got dressed and straightened ourselves up. I wanted him to stay but I knew it would look suspicious. I walked him to the door and handed him his hat as he pulled on his jacket. He opened the door but turned back and kissed me one last time, deep and hard, before flashing that killer smile and walking out of the apartment. He may have been a stranger just a few hours before, but I didn’t regret anything that happened between us.
Little did I know, I wouldn’t see Dex again for a very long time.
Chapter 3: Dex
The last five years had been one hell of an adventure. The business needed a boost and the competition needed to be taken out for Canton Enterprises to keep moving toward the future. I spent five years traveling through Asia, making deals with the biggest and richest men I could find. From China, Japan, and Korea, to Vietnam, Thailand, and Indonesia, the world would now see Canton Resorts, Canton Towers, and Canton Enterprises at the forefront of the luxury living scene. I learned so much while I was gone but it felt good to be back. Though I still had some loose ends to tie up, I had to come home for my sister’s wedding. She was the only family I had left and I couldn’t miss such an important event in her life.
I stood at the front with Natalie’s future husband Brandon, glad she had met such an amazing man to spend her life with. They met at a karaoke bar in Hell’s Kitchen and Brandon instantly fell in love with her. When they flew out to Beijing to visit me, I knew immediately that they were going to be together forever. He was just that guy, the guy who cherished the people he loved and said what he meant when he meant it. As the music began to play, I immediately stared at the opening doors at the end of the aisle. My happiness extended beyond my sister’s special day. Being here, in this little white church in upstate New York, meant I would finally see Casey again. I sure as hell couldn’t get her off my mind, even five years later, and I was hoping she felt the same way.
The blossoming yellow flowers placed all along the white church pews were accented by the fall leaves that peaked in through the back door. As the bridesmaids walked down the aisle, I Immediately spotted Casey. She was wearing a long sleeveless maxi dress with a tight bodice that made her voluptuous tits look amazing. Her dress was the color of the flowers and her beautiful hair was pinned elegantly on her head, long ringlets falling down around her face. She was even more gorgeous than I remembered and immediately, that night came flooding back to me. I was dumbfounded by how much she had blossomed and how absolutely beautiful she looked. I watched her as she walked up the steps to the altar and glanced quickly in my direction. Her cheeks blushed just as they had the first time we met.
As she stepped onto t
he stairs and lined up with the other brides, she smiled, staring down the aisle but feeling my gaze on her skin. The music ended and she took a deep breath. She looked over at me, raising her eyebrows with a playful smirk. I shook my head slightly and laughed to myself, realizing she knew exactly how I felt. When I looked back at her, she had straightened her face and was waiting for Natalie to make her grand entrance. As much as I wanted to see my beautiful sister, I couldn’t take my eyes off Casey. I didn’t realize that, after five years, I would be so drawn to her. I knew I wanted to see her. I was so excited to know she was going to be here but I didn’t expect to feel this way. I had a sudden urge to grab her and kiss her as soon as I laid eyes on her. I pulled my hands in front of me and looked over at Brandon. He was standing nervously while he stared at the open doors waiting for Natalie to appear.
As the music began to play, everyone stood and looked toward the back. I watched as my beautiful sister walked through the doors, escorted by our uncle, and smiling bigger than I had ever seen. From there, the rest of the ceremony was a complete blur. I couldn’t take my eyes off Casey long enough to listen to Natalie and Brandon’s vows. Every time her green eyes shifted and met mine, butterflies would fly through my stomach. When the ceremony was over, I escorted the maid of honor down the aisle and winked at Casey as I looked behind me. Immediately, her cheeks reddened and I glanced down at her hand, not seeing any kind of wedding ring.
After we left the church, we all gathered in the back for pictures. I watched from the side as the bridesmaids had their photos taken together. My sister walked up to me and nudged me in the side. I looked down and put my arm around her, marveling at how absolutely gorgeous she looked.
“Congrats, sis,” I said, smiling.
“Why thank you, glad you could make it.” She laughed.
The photographer called Natalie over. As soon as Casey was free from the group, I made a bee-line for her. I did not want to waste any time. As I approached, she looked up at me and smiled, handing her flowers to the other girl and meeting me half way. We immediately embraced in a tight hug and I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have my arms wrapped around her.
“It’s good to see you,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s been a long time.”
“You look amazing,” I said, pulling back to look at her. “Well, you know, had to tone it down to not upstage the bride.”
We both laughed and looked at Natalie and Brandon embracing and kissing for the photographer. I watched Casey’s cheeks fade from bright red to a faint pink. She gazed out at my sister and her new husband as the sun started to set behind the church. When their pictures were done, Casey smiled at me before walking off with the other bridesmaids to take the limo to the reception. I watched her curvy hips and amazing ass sway back and forth in her tight dress as she walked along the road. She stooped into the car and I swallowed hard. I reached over and grabbed my sister before she could disappear.
“Hey,” I said, looking at the limo. “Is Casey seeing anyone?”
“No, she’s single,” she said with a sly smirk that I completely ignored. “See you at the reception?”
“I’ll be there,” I said, clapping and walking toward the groomsmen’s limo.
Hopefully, I’d be there sweeping Miss Casey right off her feet. Why not pick up where we left off? It was hot, it was needy, and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I wasn’t looking for anything serious but I definitely wouldn’t mind replaying that Christmas Eve night. When we got to the reception, I had a seat at my table and watched Casey as she laughed and ate with the other girls. She was stunning. When I saw her get up to get a drink from the bar, I knew it was a good time to chat with her. I charismatically moved through the crowd and leaned on the bar next to her.
“Hey you,” I said, smiling.
“Hey there.” She laughed. “You are still as charming as ever.”
“I try.” I chuckled. She smiled at me as she took her drink. I swiped my hand down her arm and immediately felt a spark, the same spark I felt five years ago. She took a deep breath and stepped back, forcing a smile on her lips. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but she seemed a bit distant. She was still sexy as hell, sweet, adorable as always. She laughed at my stupid jokes but she was also slightly removed from our conversation. I grinned and opened my mouth to invite her to sit with me but I was cut off by the MC announcing the bride and groom’s first dance. Casey shrugged her shoulders and smiled, turned, and went back to her own table.
I walked back to my seat and sat down, slightly perplexed by what just happened. Had things changed while I was away? Did she no longer have any kind of emotions or feelings for me? Five years was a long time but since I hadn’t stopped thinking about her, I knew her feelings could still be on the surface too. She looked so sexy in that dress and her smile was more radiant than ever. All I wanted to do was get her out of that hot dress and have another steamy night of passion. For about an hour, I watched the festivities develop from the first dance and the cake cutting to the emotional dance with our uncle. When all had settled down and everyone was milling around, I looked up to see Casey sitting alone at the table, watching the couples dance on the dancefloor. I knew this was the perfect time to grab her and bring her close. The idea of holding her in my arms was too enticing to pass up. I walked around the crowd and came up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me Miss,” I said with a playful bow. “May I have this dance.”
She looked up at me and smiled shyly, nodding her head and reaching out for my hand. I draped her arm through mine as we walked on the dance floor. I spun her around and into my arms. She laughed as she crashed back into me, lifting her head and taking my hand. I reached around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her breasts heaving against my chest. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and my heart fluttered inside my chest. It felt like the first night we met, when the want and need between us was so thick we could barely breathe. As we danced across the floor, our eyes did not detach and for a minute, it felt like we were the only two in the room. I knew I had to have her again. I needed to feel her skin against mine, to taste her and feel her mouth wrapped around my cock.
Needing to set the mood, I pulled her even closer without caring that she would feel my half erection against her body. As her waist hit my crotch, her eyes widened and she bit her lip. A conflicted expression crossed her face. I leaned down and picked her up by the waist, letting her feet dangle as we swayed to the sound of the orchestra playing in the background. Her breathing was heavy against my neck and I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. I wanted another night of passion and lust. No, I needed another night of passion and lust and not with just anyone, with Casey. There might have been something going on in her head that I didn’t understand but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was making her feel wanted, sexy, and desirable.
As we swayed to the music, I could feel her suck in a deep breath and let it out hard. I feared she wasn’t feeling the same way as me but the way she clung tightly to my body, rubbing her lips against my neck, told a different story. I wasn’t sure what was wrong and I hoped I hadn’t done something to mess up this reunion already, though I didn’t see how I could have. Either way, I was going to enjoy having her in my arms until the song was over and then, hopefully, I would take her in my arms in my bed later tonight.
Chapter 4: Casey
This day has been nothing but a sea of raging emotions. I cry at weddings all the time but watching my best friend marry the love of her life, an amazing and extremely handsome fireman, I am simply beside myself. I watched their relationship grow over the years and I knew from their first real date that there was no going back for Miss Natalie. This guy swept her off her feet so fast I didn’t think she would ever touch back down. The way he protected her, respected her, and cherished her was something rarely found in today’s world. Seeing them together was perfect and it gave me hope that one day, I’d be just a
s happy.
On top of all that, the man I spent five long years pining for, finally surfaced and was back on my radar. I knew he was going to be here. He is Natalie’s only brother, so it would have been strange for him not to come. Still, my memory did not do him justice and when he flashed that damn smile at me from across the church, I almost collapsed right there in the aisle. I told myself over and over again that I needed to relax. It had been five years since we saw each other, there was no way he was going to be interested in me now. Just in case he was, I gave myself strict instructions to keep my distance. Things became very different in my life after he left and I knew I couldn’t just welcome him back with open arms, or legs for that matter. Then, he looked at me with those deep blue eyes and I’m pinned, unable to move, or even breathe. I’m right back where I was, completely vulnerable to his charms.
I was strong. I learned so much over the last five years but it was like all it disappeared with just one look from Dex. I didn’t know whether to be angry at myself or just accept that I was human and this was bound to happen. Either way, I knew I had to keep my wits about me and not give into him like I did last time. It was easier said than done as I hung from his neck, my face buried in his shoulder, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. I kept sighing to keep myself from bursting into tears, everything was very overwhelming. His scent was so familiar, like we were back on that couch underneath the pale twinkling Christmas lights, downing hazelnut liqueur and throwing caution to the wind. The feeling of his skin on mine was still fresh in my mind and just being close to him, his hips against me, an obvious erection in his pants, was so tantalizing I could barely take it. However, knowing where our first encounter led, I knew I had the willpower to resist.
As the song slowly came to an end, Dex held on to me, squeezing me tightly and breathing into my neck. I took a deep breath as he set me down gently on the ground. I looked up into his big blue eyes. He could tell something was wrong but I didn’t say a word. I smiled and turned to leave. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk, I just needed some space, and fast. He watched me shuffle off toward the bathroom, holding my hand against my chest. I didn’t know how to explain any of this to him. I rounded the corner and walked straight into the bathroom, stopping and gathering myself as I watched Natalie struggling with her dress. She looked up at me and smiled, breaking into a giggle. Just the sound of my best friend’s laugh made me feel better.
