by Alexis Gold
“That’s not such a bad idea…”
Jeffrey got excited at the possibility, my eyes widened when he pressed the button that would lift the partition and then my heart rate picked up with excitement.
Chapter5
Jeffrey
All I could think about was getting Christina in my bed. I couldn’t keep my hands off her the entire ride over. She had just been sitting there, staring out the window with her lip in between her teeth and I simply had to have my mouth on her. I wanted to taste her almost as much as I wanted my next breath. The urge was baffling and relentless all the same. Christina was stretched out along the backseat and she was panting with need as I slid my hands up her inner thighs.
“Jeffrey…we’re in the car, we c—can’t just…”
Her breathy protest trailed off on a moan as my thumb found her clitoris through the panties she wore. I slipped my fingers underneath the hem and pulled them off before slipping them into my pocket.
I pushed her dress up and then spread her legs so I could put my mouth on her delicious folds. She tasted warm and sweet and she smelled incredible, like a mixture of caramel, vanilla, and peaches.
I glanced up at her and my blood rushed hotter through my veins at the picture of pleasure she presented. Christina’s back was arched and her eyes were closed as she held her lip in between her teeth, trying to keep quiet for the driver’s sake. Her hands pushed into my hair and I licked along her sex before flicking my tongue against her clitoris.
Christina slipped and she cried out before she could quiet herself. I moved my hand from one of her thighs and licked my fingers before slowly sliding them into her. Christina’s grip in my hair tightened and I looked up to see her eyes hot on me. Her eyelids were lowered and she still had her damn bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I fingered her slowly while my tongue flicked relentlessly against her clit and small whimpers and moans made their way to my ears. My cock was throbbing from the hard-on I was sporting, and all I wanted was for her to come so I could taste her orgasm on my tongue.
I felt her sex squeeze my fingers and then spasm as she came, I could imagine it was my cock her pussy was milking and I groaned against her sensitive clit. Christina gasped as she shook from the pleasure and I tasted the delicious liquid that came from her release.
I lapped up every last bit and then pulled her dress back down. Christina was dazed as I righted her in the backseat once more. We soon pulled to a stop outside of Christina’s apartment and I walked her upstairs.
I tried to hide my erection by walking practically pressed up against her; thank goodness there weren’t many people in the hallways of her building. As soon as we stepped through the front door, though, and the door was locked, I grabbed her around the waist and directed her towards the back of the couch where I bent her over for me.
I lifted her dress and quickly unbuckled my pants, then slid into her. Christina moaned my name and then pushed back against me. I sank deeper into her and she tightened around me, causing me to groan and tightly grip her waist.
She felt like a hot, slick glove around me, like fucking heaven and I didn’t think I would ever get enough. I pumped into her hard and fast as we had the car waiting downstairs for us, though this time Christina wasn’t nearly as quiet as in the car.
She moaned and begged for me to fuck her harder, she was bold when lost in pleasure, and my shy girl had fled in that moment. I fucking loved it. I pumped into her just as hard as she wanted and touched the very heart of her over and over again until my name was a litany on her lips.
The orgasm devastated us both and all I registered was the painful pleasure of my release shooting into her and the sensitive aftershocks of the orgasm before we both were collapsed on the floor.
“Holy shit, baby…You—you’re going to ruin me,” I said while holding her tight in my lap.
“I think you’ve got that backwards,” she whispered while she hugged me and played with my hair in her fingers. After another moment of catching our breath, I slid out of her and cleaned her up before she went to pack her bag.
“I’m just going to change before we head back to your place,” she said as I lounged on the couch, waiting for her. My head snapped up and I shook my head almost vehemently.
“No, don’t change. I still want you in several different positions while wearing those shoes,” I urged her and she smiled before shaking her head at me. “Only I get to undress you, and then you’ll simply be naked in my bed,” I informed her.
“Oh, my mistake, I didn’t get that memo,” she teased.
I quirked an eyebrow at her while she put some clothes into her duffel bag.
“Well, now you know,” I said. “The next time you drop the ball, though, I might have to spank you.”
Christina looked at me with wide eyes and a surprised expression.
“Spank me?” I smirked and then simply nodded. “Well God forbid that ever has to happen…” she mumbled to herself while she zipped up the bag and walked over to me so we could go.
Christina and I headed back down to the car and then we were on the way home.
Hopefully, if things went well with us in the coming weeks, I could convince her to just move in with me. I had this odd feeling that I wouldn’t like being away from her for too long.
Christina dozed on the ride back to my place and I let her sleep, because she wouldn’t be getting much once we got home. Those strappy heels she wore made her already incredible legs look even better.
I wanted to kiss every inch of both legs and rest them on my shoulders while I watched her tits bounce with each of my thrusts. Sunday we would end up sleeping all day from exhaustion alone, I thought. I managed to keep my hands to myself as we made our way into the house and then we proceeded to settle all my fantasies of her in those heels. After we showered and got into bed, I held her close and we both fell asleep as if on command.
Sometime just before dawn, Christina stirred in my arms, I felt her upset even though she wasn’t particularly acting out in her sleep. The devastated look on her sleeping face made my heart wrench and I gently shook her awake out of the bad dream.
“Baby what is it? What did you dream about?” I held her close as she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest.
“I…I had a dream about my parents…I miss them,” she whispered brokenly and I felt her wet tears on my skin. I forced her to look at me by lifting her chin and then I cupped her face in my hands so I could wipe away her tears with my thumbs.
Her caramel colored eyes glistened with unshed tears and my heart broke at the anguish she was feeling.
“I just miss them so much…I—they died too soon, I wasn’t ready to lose them yet…”
I kissed away her tears and she held on to me tight.
“It’s alright, it’s okay to cry for them, baby.” I simply held her while she grieved over the memory of her parents and once her tears were dried up, we went into the kitchen for some hot chocolate in the middle of August.
“What were they like?” I asked her tentatively, the only way she was going to be able to deal with any of that was if she spoke about them and remembered the good times, and remembered everything they taught her.
“My mom was beautiful, she always had a smile on her face and a joke to tell. Which was great because my dad was sometimes the grumpiest and most serious man you could ever meet, though he always smiled for me and her. He’d always say we were the lights of his life…then my mom would poke fun at him for being a sap…” Christina smiled while she got lost in the fond memory.
A dreamy faraway look crossed her features and the tightness in my chest at her suffering began to ease. She pulled her robe close around her before taking a sip of the hot chocolate.
“You know, my dad used to make me hot chocolate whenever I was down…it’s my favorite drink.”
She smiled before taking a sip and I walked around the island to stand behind her and held her in my arms.
“Do you think your parents would’ve liked me?”
Christina laughed and I wondered if it was a “fat chance” laugh or a “they would’ve loved you!” laugh.
“My dad was hard to win over whenever it came to guys in my life; my mom was easier, but she had her secret opinions…I think she would have liked you. Yes.
You manage to sometimes force me out of my insecurities and shyness. My dad, you probably would have had to talk business with, so he could find out how responsible you are, then maybe he’d like you,” she explained.
I smiled, that was good enough for me. From what Christina told me of her parents, I thought I would have hit it off great with her dad. Speaking of parents, I know my mom would love Christina. Just from her dimples alone, my mother would definitely pull me aside somewhere to beg me to make grandkids with Christina. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted Christina to meet my mom.
“Hey, I just thought of something we could do tomorrow…or today rather,” I amended when I saw the time, it was nearly five in the morning. Christina looked at me curiously and I grinned. “Saturday’s are usually when I visit my mom, I completely bailed on dinner, so maybe we can go visit her around dinner time?”
Christina chewed on her lip nervously.
“You want me to meet your mother?” she asked incredulously.
I knew it was kind of soon to ask that, but I was a hundred percent sure it was what I wanted.
“Yes, definitely, I know she’ll love you,” I said earnestly. Christina seemed really nervous about that possibility and I decided that it was definitely too soon for her, even though the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it to happen.
“Alright, we can wait on meeting my mom…but I do want you to meet her, you guys would hit it off.” I didn’t want Christina thinking I was saying all of that just because she was feeling sad about her parents.
“I’d like to…just not yet,” Christina said softly. I nodded and then bent to kiss her on the cheek. We finished our cocoa in comfortable silence and then I pulled her back to bed with me where she fell asleep easily. I watched her rest for a long while before I finally let myself fall asleep.
* * *
I woke up to an empty bed and briefly wondered where the hell Christina could have gone. Then I smelled the aroma of bacon frying and I smiled, my girl was making me breakfast. I quickly got up and pulled on some boxers and a white undershirt before walking down to the kitchen. Christina was indeed making breakfast and wearing one of my t-shirts while doing it. It was big on her and she looked incredibly hot in it.
“Good morning.” I smiled at her while I sat behind the island bar. Christina stretched over the counter top to press a kiss to my lips and I picked up on her good mood.
“Morning. I hope you like cinnamon nutmeg vanilla pancakes.”
Just the way she said it made them sound good.
“If you’re making it, baby I’m sure I’ll love them.”
Christina smirked as she walked back over to the stove top.
“What if I was ordering them in?” she asked coyly and I shrugged.
“Then they wouldn’t be as good,” I said simply, and she smiled and went back to making the pancakes and bacon.
“So what are we going to do today?” she asked curiously and I wondered if she had ever been to a Giants game.
“I have season tickets to the Giants games if you’re into football?” Christina perked up at the suggestion and I saw the familiar glint in her eye of a true football fan. I knew her team wasn’t the Giants, though.
“They are playing the Dolphins today…”
My jaw dropped and I had to prepare myself for the possibility.
“Don’t tell me you’re a Dolphin’s fan…” Christina’s smile was guilty and I clutched at my heart. “A Dolphin’s fan! Oh my goodness, they are everywhere. Honestly, Christina, I don’t mean to offend or anything, but when are you going to stop living in the clouds?”
Christina laughed and then shrugged.
“Hey, another perfect season could happen, you never know. I still believe!”
I laughed hard at her earnest expression.
“I wasn’t even alive yet when they had that mythical perfect season, how could you know?”
Christina stuck her tongue out at me and I wanted to go over there and bite it.
“There’s such a thing called records, plus the Dolphin’s persevere, they’ve been through a lot and one has to respect them for that.” She was really sticking to her team and I had to commend her for that.
“Okay, but if the Giants win today you have to be naughty on the car ride back and give me some attention,” I said suggestively with a wicked grin on my face.
“What about if they lose?”
I snorted and she rolled her eyes, but amended her condition. “Okay if they score at least seven points?”
I smirked. “If they score at least seven points then I won’t make fun of you all season long for liking the Dolphins.”
Christina pursed her lips and then sighed. It was a fair bet, really.
“Fine, but if they score over seven, then I don’t have to give you any attention until we get home.”
I jumped up to shake on that bet and then rubbed my hands together in anticipation.
“This is gonna be a great game I can feel it. Dolphins go down zip to like fifty-four.”
Christina rolled her eyes and started putting pancakes and bacon on each of our plates.
“They’ll get at least one touchdown, I know that much,” Christina said as she joined me at the island bar. I drizzled syrup on the fluffy pancakes and then took a bite.
“Oh my God, Christina…these pancakes are amazing,” I said before taking another bite.
Christina smiled happily, glad that I was enjoying it.
“It was one of my mom’s recipes,” she said tentatively.
“Well, your mom was a great cook and a great teacher, these are the bomb.”
Christina laughed at my use of the old slang word and while we ate I checked the time of the game.
“The game starts in three hours, so we’re good on time if we leave in like two,” I said. I was excited to go to the game, I couldn’t believe that Christina was a true football fan. She simply couldn’t be any more perfect.
We finished our breakfast and then changed, she actually brought a Dolphins jersey with her and I simply shook my head. I’d have to protect her from angry Giants fans, I knew that she’d definitely get a lot of dirty looks.
“You look really sexy in that jersey, baby,” I commented as we left the house. She was wearing tight fitting jeans again and since we had box seats, she was able to wear “wedges”, or whatever she called them, with the outfit.
“Oh? I thought you didn’t like the Dolphins?”
I chuckled and smacked her on the ass as she was climbing into the car, causing her to yelp in surprise.
“I didn’t say you wouldn’t look sexier in a Giants jersey, in fact, I think I know what I want our next bet to be for when the Giants and Dolphins play against each other again.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll never get me into another team’s jersey.”
I gave her a devious look and a slow smile spread across her face.
“Do you want to bet on that?”
Christina laughed and she shook her head.
“I think you have a gambling problem, Jeffrey, that’s not good at all.” she giggled and I shrugged.
“Only when it comes to you and possibly getting you naked.”
I grinned and she shushed me while she glanced in the front at the driver. Honestly, she didn’t need to worry about Carl; he had been my driver for years and confidentiality was his last name.
The man lived by a code and I respected him for it.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the MetLife stadium; it was packed with Giants fans and some Dolphins fans, as well. We got to our box seats and settled in to watch what I knew was going to be a
blowout.
And that would get me a blowjob. I had a stupid grin on my face through kick off and I didn’t care.
Christina kept shaking her head at me, but as soon as the ball got kicked into the air for the Giants to return, I knew we’d be in for a win.
Somehow though, that did not happen. The Giants were messing around and the Dolphins must have had some sort of magic working for their defense.
The Giants lost by three points.
I had to give it to Christina, she did not gloat or send me smug glances.
She simply smiled like a lady when they won and we went to eat at one of my favorite pubs nearby.
