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
I jump when I feel his hand take mine, and I don’t fight it when he weaves our fingers together. We ride the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand. I try not to dwell on the past and the sadness it still brings me, but the memories come anyway. Of being shuffled between the houses of my aunts and uncles, of Brad crying and asking why he didn’t have a daddy when everyone else did, of the loneliness and hardship of parenting alone.By the time I pull into the farm I feel down, the same way I always feel when this spiral of thoughts catches me. There aren’t many cars here, which is good. It will make it easier to pick a tree if there are less people vying for the good ones. I put the car in park, and before I can even turn the car off, Trevor is out of his seat. He’s standing in front of me on my side of the car when I open my door. He closes the door for me, and wraps his arms around me. It’s unexpected, and welcome. I feel myself relaxing into the warmth of this embrace.“I’m sorry I
Right.”And we do find a tree, right where I always do in the hollow at the base of the hill. A perfect little tree that will go nicely in the corner of the living room. Trevor makes the trek back to the edge of the farm to get one of the workers, helps him cut it and bag it and strap it to the top of my car. By the time we’re pulling back into my driveway, I don’t think I could wipe the smile off my face if I tried.The tree fits perfectly in the living room, and even though my arms are scratched all to hell from wrestling way too many strings of lights onto it, it looks gorgeous. The lights we used are all white, and even without the ornaments, it’s pretty. I made some hot chocolate, and I turned off the lights are stared at it for a while. Brad had to explain to everyone that I do it every year, but they didn’t ruin my moment.I texted June while they were out, and I hoped that they weren’t getting home too late. They pulled in at around ten, fully exhausted from a day of family an