Abbi takes out some paper and a pen. “So it’s settled. We’ll have our Thanksgiving here and Ella and I will help cook. Let’s talk about what we’re going to make.”
We start planning our meal with each of our favorite dishes. When it was just going to be a few of us, I had thought about only doing only two side dishes with the turkey. But now that we’re going to have at least six people, the amount of food to be made has increased significantly. And I’m pretty sure we’ll have three or four more guys joining us.
When we finish planning the menu, and everyone has a list of things they need to do, Abbi and Ella go their separate ways. Declan and I head to my bedroom so he can watch football while I call Robbie to let him know our new plans.
Robbie likes the new idea, but takes the opportunity to tease me about meeting Mr. Collins.
“Kinda big step sis, meeting your boyfriend’s dad and cooking for his family. Are you nervous?”
“I wasn’t until you said something, you ass hat! Why did you have to bring it up? You do know I was a roommate before I was a girlfriend. Maybe this would have happened even if Declan and I weren’t together.”
“I don’t think so, Baby Girl. This gathering is because you’re the girlfriend, so just a head’s up.”
“Are you serious? How do you know for certain? Abbi and Ella wanted their dad to do something different this year. They told me so themselves.”
“I’m sure that’s true, but I know for a fact that this was Declan’s idea. He wants his dad to meet you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he called me a few days ago and asked me if it was okay with me if they crashed and combined Thanksgiving. I told him to talk to you, but I thought it was great idea.”
I look over at Declan who is lying on my bed watching TV. He looks at me and gives me a shit eating grin. I pick up a pillow and throw at him.
“So, Robbie, my dear brother, you’re telling me I was played. This whole thing was a set up?”
“Yep, he asked me to let him approach you with the idea so he could see your reaction.”
“I need to hang up now so I can strangle my ex-boyfriend with both my hands.”
“Go easy on him; he’s crazy for you. He just wanted my permission before he asked you. If he was one of my guys, I would call him pussy whipped. But since you’re my sister, I admire the sentiment. Talk later- love you.”
“Love you too; see you in a few days.” I hang up and turn my body to pounce on Declan. He’s ready for me. Before I know it, I’m on my back and he has me pinned to the bed with my arms over my head. I wiggle beneath him to try and get away, but I accidentally rub against the bulge growing in his pants and I stop.
“You played me this morning, Declan, why?”
“Sparkle, I wanted to spend our first holiday together. I didn’t want to be away from you all day and I knew you wanted to cook here for Robbie. So when the girls and I talked about it, we agreed to approach you about it together to see if you were okay with it. It wasn’t a secret mission. I just wanted to talk to Robbie first to get his thoughts.”
He has a smile on his face that makes my heart melt. I start to squirm under his hold, but he just tightens it.
“Now, let’s talk about the ex-boyfriend you want to strangle.” He lowers himself and starts to nibble on my earlobe. I feel his hard-on through my sweatpants and roll against him. He continues to kiss me lightly down my jawline and neck until he reaches the collar of my shirt. He let’s go of one of my hands and leans up. “This would be a whole lot easier if you had less clothing on.” He whips my shirt over my head and throws it to the floor. I forgot which bra I have on, but he must approve because he inhales sharply.
“Fuck, Raven, I think my zipper just made marks against my dick. I like the blue lace, baby.”
Oh yeah, that’s the one I chose because it matched my shirt. I want to tease him a little. I run my hand over his obvious erection, but don’t move to unzip his jeans. “If you like the bra, you might like the matching panties too.”
He’s instantly on his knees and pushing down my sweats. He throws them to the ground too.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to spend the whole afternoon showing you just how beautiful you are.”
“If you can do that then I may not strangle you.” I say amusingly.
“Is that a challenge, Miss Hayes?”
“I guess it is.”
“Well, let’s make a little wager. How many times do you want to come today? Six? Seven?”
I laugh out loud. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way you can last for that long. I know you have stamina, but I think it’s physically impossible for you in the amount of hours left in the day.”
He doesn’t seem as amused as I am. “Are you questioning my stamina now? I thought I proved to you after the concert how long I can go for. And besides, I didn’t say I would come seven times; I said you would. But since you’ve mocked me, I’m upping the ante to eight.”
I shiver under him as I remember the night after the concert. He made me scream his name until I couldn’t remember mine. He notices my slight twitch and runs his fingers lightly over my panties. I know he can feel the moisture because he laughs at me.
“You have a wet spot on your panties; I think I have my answer.”
He lowers himself back over me and licks my breast through the lace. I feel myself pebble under his hot breath. He hasn’t even made skin contact yet but there’s a spark in my stomach. He pulls down the lace and sucks my nipple in his mouth, then uses his free hand to squeeze my other tightly. The contradiction of the rough touch and soft licks reaches all the way to my core. He stops suddenly and I feel his hands behind my back removing my bra.
“As sexy as this is, it needs to go.” He throws it to the growing pile on the floor. He uses his lips, teeth and tongue all over my chest but grinds his cock against my panties causing friction. I rock my hips into his enjoying the rough denim on the silk. I feel the familiar flutter growing and grip the bedspread. “Let go, baby. As soon as I finish here I’m moving lower.” That does it for me; I clasp his shoulders and hiss as my climax rolls through me.
He moves above me and I don’t even notice until I feel him run his tongue over my lips. He lies on his side and slides his hands down me. He rubs against the wet lace and moves the fabric to the side. I open my mouth to let him in when I feel two fingers enter me. He’s gentle at first, but when he slides in the third finger, he gets rougher. I’m breathing hard and trying to keep up with his mouth, but it’s becoming harder to concentrate. He rolls his fingers around until he hits my g-spot and I pant. His fingers adjust inside me and he starts to twist them around the walls. I feel every motion. When he moves his thumb over my sensitive clit, I pull away from his kiss. He lowers his mouth to my ear and starts whispering.
“Do you want to know what you feel like?”
Oh shit, if he starts the dirty talk, I’m a goner. Even though I know his words will take me over the edge, I nod my head yes.
“When my fingers first touched the lips of your pussy, they were slightly wet. As soon as I pushed into you, you became soaked. The walls are soft and warm. And each time I withdraw, you tighten against me. When I twist my fingers, your skin feels like satin. If I apply slight pressure to your clit, your insides contract like right now. I know you’re close to coming apart because your walls are sucking in my fingers like a vacuum. My mouth is watering as I think about tasting you.”
I feel the trail of sweat running down my back. Declan’s words have me horny as hell and I’m pushing against his hand. Once again, I roll my hips so I can feel the friction. He rolls his fingers back to my G-spot and I cry out. His face is still so close to my ear that his neck muffles my cries. He withdraws his hands and I protest silently.
“Don’t worry, baby; I’m going back soon.”
He lifts up and licks his fingers. I should find it gross but it turns me on more. He grins slyly at me and removes my pan
ties. He kisses the inside of my thighs and blows on my folds. Even though I just had two orgasms, my body reacts at the gesture.
“You’re so wet and shiny.”
He uses his tongue to lick from my belly button to my slick entrance before sliding it into me. He puts my knees over his shoulders and grabs my ass for support. His mouth is moving against me while his hands massage my thighs. It feels incredible. He dives his tongue back and forth with gentle movements and grazes his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin. I need him in me now. I try to pull him up to me, but he shakes his head and holds me.
“Watch me, baby. Watch while I make you come again. I wish you could see what I see. I love feeling you let go against my mouth.”
I lean up to watch and it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I think of all the scenes in the books I’ve read and realize I’m playing them out. He inserts a finger into me and I contract again. I feel the rush and scream out his name as I come violently.
I fall back against the bed and my vision is spotty. I don’t hear him take off his pants. But when he climbs over me, I see his naked form in all its glory. His skin is slick with sweat. I reach around and run my fingernails down his back then lift my gaze to his. The look on his face stills me. His lips are glistening from me and his green eyes are full of longing. I lift up and lick his lips and he inhales me. I rub down his tight chest over his abs and touch his crown. He bites on his bottom lip as I continue to roll my fingers around and coat his tip with his own juices. I go lower and start to massage his balls. He drops his mouth to mine and expresses his pleasure through a searing kiss.
When he pulls his whole body back, I miss the warmth. Before I can say anything, he aligns himself against me and slides in. He fills me slowly and I arch my back to push him further. He reaches under my back and rolls us over where I’m on top of him.
“I have an amazing view from down here.” He tells me. “I want to watch you. I need to see your face.”
I lean down to kiss him and raise my hips almost all the way off of him. Then I slam back down. I repeat this several times watching his face as his expression changes. He looks at me with hunger and longing. Then I stop and rock my hips against his. He stares down to where our bodies are joined. As I move slowly up and down, you can see his cock is covered in wetness from me. When he looks back up to me, I roll my fingers over my erect nipples and start to massage my breasts. I move a little faster and I close my eyes, imagining my hands are his hands. I groan out loud and then my hands are gone. Declan has jackknifed up and pinned my hands behind my back with one hand.
“You wanna play dirty? Touching yourself is fucking sexy, baby, but I want this to last a little longer. I want you to remember this day for the rest of your life. I want you to feel me with every step you take tomorrow. Maybe later I’ll let you make yourself come, but today- it’s all me.”
I bite my lower lip and smile at him. He releases my hands, grabs my hips, and starts to move us. I wrap my legs around him and hold his shoulders. I start to rock my hips back and forth and throw my head back to arch into him. He’s as far in me as he can be and I still can’t get enough. We increase our pace and I’m ready to release again. I moan in pleasure. “Come for me, baby. I can’t hold on.”
I let go and the euphoria takes over my body. I feel him explode inside me and hear him call my name. He pours into me and doesn’t stop rocking until I come down from my high. I don’t know how long we stayed this way. But when I get the energy to lift my head, my lips collide with his. He kisses me softly and sweetly as I hold onto him tightly.
“I love you, Sparkle. Do you know that?”
“I love you too.”
“That makes me a lucky man.”
I slide off of him and move to his side. I wrap my hands around his torso and kiss his chest.
“Nu-uh, I still have some work to do. I believe I owe you some more.”
“Sweetheart, as much as I enjoyed everything, I need a little down time. Give me a minute.”
“Now who has stamina issues?” He says coyly.
“You do know payback is hell, right? Even before I had sex, I came up with some creative ways to get back at the guys. And now that I have a new weapon, I can crush you.”
“I look forward to it.”
I snuggle closer to him and close my eyes. I hear him laughing as I drift off.
*****
The room is dark except for the glow of the television. Declan has me wrapped up on him with the blankets to our waist. He’s sleeping with his head facing me and he looks so peaceful. I want to wake him up by tracing my mouth over his collection of tattoos. But unfortunately, I have to go to the bathroom. I slide away trying not to disturb him. As I walk into the small room, I see myself in the mirror and I’m horrified. My hair is a mess of tangles, my breasts are marked with hickeys, and there’s a bite mark around one nipple. I decide to take a shower to tame my hair and clean myself up.
I step under the hot showerhead and start washing my hair. When I turn around, I’m so startled that I scream. Declan is standing at the other end of the shower watching me with a smile on his face. He looks at my boobs and his smile gets bigger.
“You decided to shower without me?”
“I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought I would clean up and then start some dinner.”
I wash the shampoo out and reach for my conditioner, but he stops me by grasping my hand and pulling me to him. His erection grows against my hip. Is this man insatiable?
“I see I left my marks.” He rubs over his hickeys with his hands.
“Actually, you left three if you count the bite mark.”
“Huh, I didn’t see that. Maybe I should kiss it to make it better?” He lowers his head and kisses the swollen area.
My body responds immediately and my nipples harden. He notices and looks up at me.
“It seems your body has had enough rest; it’s inviting me in.”
He gets my conditioner and rubs it into my hair. Then takes my loofa and starts to wash me. He covers my entire front with the scented wash and then turns me to get my back. When he gets to my butt, he taps my thighs and I spread my legs for him. He slips two fingers into me and I gasp, bracing my hands against the tile to hold myself up. He runs the other hand up and down from my breastbone to my clit. He kisses my shoulder blades up to my neck and back down again.
When his fingers are as deep as they can go, I rock back into him feeling the sensation start again. My body responds and I scream his name. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve had multiple orgasms earlier or if it’s because we’re in the shower and the water is pelting against my skin, but the intensity I feel is overwhelming. I lean to the wall to catch my breath and slow my heart.
He turns me around to face him and tilts my chin to kiss me. Before my panting has stopped, he lifts me against the side of the shower and slides in me. Because I’m still sensitive from the orgasm, Declan’s cock feels incredible as it rubs against my slick walls. Once my legs are securely wrapped around his waist, he glides in and out until we both reach our climax together. I hold onto him with all my strength, hoping my legs will hold me when he puts me down.
I come down from my orgasm and tell him, “I think I need to be washed again.”
He picks up the loofa and tenderly cleans me again.
I get out first to let him finish his shower and towel off quickly. He snatches his clothes off the floor and starts dressing.
“You should probably bring some clothes over here to keep.” I blurt out.
“I have clothes over here; they’re just not in your room. I keep some stuff in Abbi’s room, remember?”
“Would it freak you out if I said I wanted your clothes in my room?”
He saunters over to me and pulls me into him. My face hits his chest and I wrap around him.
“No, baby, it wouldn’t freak me out. I was hoping you would ask me soon. And while we’re on the subject, I think you need to pack some stuff for my
place. I know you have your bathroom shit, but this packing a bag each week is a pain in the ass.”
My heart leaps in my chest; my insides are dancing. “That’s a big commitment, honey; you’re notorious bachelor status would die if you let your girlfriend keep clothes in your closet.”
He starts laughing so hard his body shakes against me. “Sparkle, my bachelor status died on the grass in July when I ran you over. You’re the only one that doesn’t see that.”
I look up and smile as he lowers to kiss me. We decide to stay at his place tonight. As I finishing packing a bag, he looks through my stuff and shakes his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“You didn’t pack enough. I want school clothes, work-out outfits, panties, nighties, and whatever else you need. I didn’t mean just a few shirts; I meant enough where you can come and go as you need.”
Oh my! I jump into his arms and kiss him hard.
“Did you think I was kidding? I want your stuff in my house.”
“Okay,” is all I say and pick a larger bag to fill.
We tell the girls good-bye and head out. When we get to his house, we have about an hour before the football game starts. He pours me a glass of wine and talks to me while I prepare us dinner. I tell him about the group project I have to finish in the next two weeks. He gives me the schedule Sayge put together to practice for their upcoming shows. They decided to only do three of the five original offers to get a feel for the audience and the atmosphere. The first show is the weekend after Thanksgiving in Atlanta. I think he’s nervous, but equally excited. The other guys are trying to convince him to sing some original material they haven’t played yet.
After dinner, I get my latest novel and curl up next to him on the couch. When I come across a particularly steamy scene, I think about my day with Declan and wonder if these women write from personal experience. I’m not sure I could ever put into words the way I felt today. I reach up to kiss Declan softly on his neck and roll back over.
I guess I fell asleep because I wake to the feel of my body being lifted and carried through the house. When we reach the bed, Declan lays me down and turns on the lamp. He starts to undress before he notices I’m awake.
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