“Okay.”
Anna grabs one of her bags and follows me into my bedroom. She tosses it on the bed and I take out the soft green skirt from the bag. It’s gathered on one side, and I have to admit it’s really pretty.“If you do ever decide to go on a date, you could wear this,” Anna says.“Would you stop?” I say. “Enough with the dating talk.”She sighs. “Fine. We just want you to be happy.”I slip off my pants and into the skirt. “I can be happy without dating, Anna.”She presses her lips together, and I can just feel another lecture coming on. “It’s just that you haven’t really been with anyone since Jackson. And now that Brad is out of the house, you could finally put more time into having a relationship.”I sigh. My entire family is like Yenta from Fiddler on the Roof. Jackson left when I was pregnant with Brad, and that leaves a mark. I didn’t want to bring someone into our lives that would treat us just as badly as he did. So no, I haven’t really been with anyone seriously. But that doesn’t mean that as soon as Brad leaves the house I’m going to jump on the first guy I see. I’ve been alone a long time. I’m used to it. I have a good life, and it’s nothing to complain about. “If it’s meant to happen, it will happen, Anna.”The skirt really does look good. I like it. But the black top I have on is too dark. I pull a lightweight white sweater out of the closet and put it on. Perfect. “It’s good to see you in something other than black.” Anna shoots me a wink in the mirror.“This wasn’t your skirt, was it?”“Merry early Christmas.”I sigh. “If this was just your way of getting me to go out, then I don’t—”She holds up a hand. “No. I saw it, and I knew it would look great on you.”“Okay.” I give her a hug as best as I can around her baby bump. “Thank you. I’ll do my best not to spill something on it tonight.”Maria’s voice floats in from the kitchen telling us everything is ready to eat, so I help my sister into the dining room. Everyone is already seated, waiting for us. Bradley is at one end of the table, and my empty seat is at the other. I was right, it is a little cramped, but nothing we can’t deal with.And then my heart stops—because my son is seated on one side of me, and Trevor is on the other.My heart restarts and kicks into a higher gear. Was this a coincidence due to the way the table was set? Or did Trevor intentionally try to sit next to me? If he did try…why?I had forced what happened earlier to the back of my mind, because there’s no way that really happened, right? Trevor has no reason to want this—to want me. It doesn’t make sense unless it’s all in my head. The seating arrangement is a coincidence. Nothing more.I clear my throat and sit down, and his leg is pressed against mine because we have less room. I can feel him glance at me, and he pulls his leg back with a small smile. Suddenly I can breathe again. He knows how much I’m affected by him, and I reach for my wine. Because if I’m going to be blushing the whole night I may as well have people think it’s because I’m buzzed.Trevor’s hand brushes my leg, and I freeze. No one can see his hand as he runs his fingers over the fabric of my skirt. I busy myself filling my plate with salad and ham and Richard’s delicious mashed potatoes, and I make sure that I am absolutely not reacting. His hand disappears and I let out a breath, the tension leaving my body.Trevor fills his own plate, and then he sneaks his hand down again, running his fingers all the way from my hip to my knee. If he keeps doing this, someone is going to see that his hand is constantly under the table and having to explain why his hand is on my leg is the last thing I want to do with my siblings.I take a bite of mashed potatoes and reach down and grab his hand to push him away, but he twines our fingers together and holds my hand. In spite of myself I feel something warm in my chest. It’s been a long time since someone held my hand, but this isn’t the time or place, or right. I let go, gently pushing his hand back towards him.I try to focus on the conversation, interject when I can, but I’m…distracted. I’m looking anywhere but to my right. Brad and Trevor tell everyone how the BU hockey team is doing, Annalise and Richard update everyone on their baby renovations, and the twins fill us in on their rivalry to be come valedictorian.June recently started a new job, and she tells us all about how crazy her new boss is but how much she loves it. I try to focus on my family, but I can’t, because I’m too busy thinking about how good it felt to have Trevor’s hands on me. In between my legs. my trembling legs.I take another sip of wine.Maria looks and me and says, “So how’s your skirt?”I choke on the wine. “Excuse me?”“The skirt Anna just gave you? Do you like it?” But from the look on her face, I know she meant to make me think otherwise.I grab a basket of rolls from the center of the table. “I do like it.”“Good,” Maria says. “I knew you would. As soon as she showed me I basically said that it would make your ass look amazing.”I drop the basket of rolls, and they go flying, all over the floor. My face is burning, and if looks could kill, Maria would be dead and buried.“Really Maria?”“If you’ve got it, flaunt it, sister.” She grins as she takes a sip of wine and I cover my face with my hands.“Okay. Moving on,” I say, and I’m about to get up and clean up the roll explosion when Trevor puts his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve got it,” he says.He takes the basket from my lap and starts gathering the rolls. I take another sip of wine. “Thanks.”Trevor pulls his chair out. “Some went under the table.” He grins. “I’m going in.”There are chuckles around the table as he drops down and scoots under the table cloth. “These rolls certainly know how to roll,” he says as his legs disappear. “Sorry everyone.” His body slides against my leg as he gathers the bread, and I feel as he turns to come back out. I feel him pause, and then his fingers on the bare skin of my ankle. I tear off a piece of bread and try to focus on what Bradley is saying.Trevor’s hand slides up my leg and onto my thigh, and I try to keep my face neutral. Should I kick him? I could, but doing
His mouth possesses mine, and every thought I had, every argument I wanted to make is gone. There’s nothing that can stand up to the way this feels.He molds me to him, and I let him. My body is singing, and if this is kissing than anything more is going to be the goddamn hallelujah chorus. His hands slide down my back and he grinds his hips against mine, the state of his cock more than obvious. Every tilt of his hips and stroke of his hands make me want him more, sparks of pleasure rushing across my skin and downward, collecting in my core.A knock on the door makes me freeze. “Stella?” It’s Maria. “You okay in there?”I look up at Trevor in shock, the realization of what I was just doing washing over me like a bucket of ice. Trevor’s smile tells me he regrets nothing. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say. “I’ll be right out.”“Have you seen Trevor?” she asks. “He disappeared.”Trevor thrusts his hips into mine again, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “I’ve been in here the whole ti
He probably wants to be alone, but I can’t resist. “You’re not going to kiss me goodnight?”“‘Night, Mom.” He still won’t meet my eyes, but he presses a kiss to my cheek and gives me a hug.I hug him back. “I’m glad you’re home.”“Me too.”I hear him go up the stairs to his room and close the door. But I’m not done with this ice cream just yet. After everything today, after the craziness with Trevor and dealing with my meddling siblings, I feel like I’ve earned it. I should probably at least load the dishwasher, too. I take a few more bites of ice cream, savoring the creamy vanilla before I put it away. I hear steps on the stairs as I’m setting the ice cream in the freezer, and I know that those steps aren’t Brad’s. The upstairs shower is bigger, so Trevor opted for that, and now he’s coming down.My stomach is suddenly a bundle of nerves. I had planned on being safely ensconced in my room when he came down, but that’s out of the question now. Instead, I’ll do some cleaning. Maybe he’
He glistens at the tip and I flick my tongue across the broad head of him, tasting. It’s a little salty, with a deeper taste that doesn’t have a name, but isn’t unpleasant. Opening my mouth, I suck him in slowly, starting at the tip and working my way down. I flick my eyes up to him, and find Trevor watching me with a sort of reverent awe. I pull back, swirling my tongue around his head and watch his eyes fall closed in pleasure.I laugh around him. It may have been a while since I’ve done this, but I do know some tricks. I bob my head faster, sucking hard every time I draw my head back. Gradually, I increase my speed to a frenzy, and as I feel him tense, I slow suddenly, taking him as deep as I can and stopping completely. Trevor groans, in pleasure or frustration or both. If my mouth weren’t stuffed full of his cock, I would be smiling.I don’t move, holding my place on his cock and instead swallowing and creating and releasing suction until his hips are thrusting off the couch. I r
In a flash he’s next to me again, his utter nakedness distracting me. He makes me look at him and his eyes are serious. “It hasn’t gone far enough.”“But—”He slips a hand behind my neck and keeps me looking at him. “You’re afraid of getting caught? Of what people might think?”“Yes,” I breathe.“This has nothing to do with anyone but you and me, and what we want. There’s nothing wrong with it. When I return the favor, and I will return the favor, remember that.” He yanks me forward against him, and I’m overwhelmed by his body against mine as he kisses me. I’m immediately aroused again, and a sudden rightness clicks inside. He’s right. If we both want this, is it really so bad? Really so wrong?Just as I’m about to grab him and pull him into my bedroom, I hear a door open upstairs and another set of footsteps coming towards us. I open the door to my bedroom as he takes a step back towards the couch.He gives me a little smile. “Goodnight, Stella.”I shut the door before whomever it is
Until Trevor pulls away. He stops completely, and my orgasm collapses. I groan in frustration at being denied, not once, but twice, this morning. I don’t even care that the first time was in my subconscious. He stares up at me from his place between my legs, that maddening little smirk on his lips. “I think it is that simple.”I drag myself up on my elbows, looking down on him. “That’s why you stopped? Trevor, you know it isn’t. You’re Brad’s friend. Not to mention how my family will feel about me being with someone half my age. Oh god, how old are you now?”“Twenty.” He presses his lips against my clit, flicking his tongue against it. My entire body jumps. “And I think your family will be happy just to see you get laid.”I flush up to the roots of my hair. “That’s not the point.”“Stella,” he says, stopping me from continuing my argument, “I want you. I get that this makes you nervous, and I’m fine if you don’t want to tell anyone. But we’re both adults, and the age difference doesn’
Trevor reaches down and circles my hand with his, and I get the image of him guiding my hand, making me get him off. I see the same thought in his eyes, and I know it’s something we’ll revisit later. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at me and pulls my hand away. I slip the condom onto him, rolling it carefully down until he’s covered.He doesn’t waste any time, covering my mouth with his and pushing me back onto the bed again. The kiss lights me up again, and he knows it. He resumes his trail down my body, kissing and licking and leaving spots of fire behind. He licks across one nipple, and I groan, the sensation of his tongue dragging across it racing down to my clit. “Trevor,” I say, out of patience. “I told you what I want.”“In that case.” He jerks my hips towards him, fitting himself against my entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he slides inside me, and it’s been so long since I’ve had real sex that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be so filled up. I close my eyes, feeling him press i
Daniel trudges into the dining room, clearly less awake than his twin, but he manages to find the table and the pancakes all right. “Morning, Daniel,” I say.I get something close to a grunt in response, and I’m reminded how thankful I am not to have a teenage son anymore. Opening the fridge, I grab jam, chocolate spread, and whipped cream. I place them on the bar in front of Trevor. “Well, since it’s your birthday, you should have more options than just syrup. Take your pick.”I hear the shaking and spray of the whipped cream can as I go back to finishing the batter. Almost done.“Dude, really?” Brad says. “Whipped cream—that’s what you pick when you have the chocolate stuff sitting in front of you? Why?”“The same reason I put whipped cream on anything,” Trevor says. “So I can lick it off before getting to eat the rest.”I turn to find him looking straight at me, and I flush at the same time I feel my pussy turn to liquid. I manage to pull my eyes away from him in time to save the l