An Innocent Thanksgiving

Cal gave a final groan, and it was like his body snapped, like a rubber band stretched too far. He grabbed me, hauling me against him, and seized my hair in one hand, tugging, holding my face in place as he kissed me with savage passion.

Oh, yes.

It was everything that I’d hoped it would be. I gasped into his mouth as Cal’s tongue slid against mine, raking over the roof of my mouth, twisting and fucking in and out of me—the same way his cock will fuck in and out of me soon, I thought, shivering. I clawed at his shoulders, trying to draw him ever-closer to me.

Cal yanked at my clothes like he wanted to rip them off me, then seemed to suddenly change his mind. He pushed me back, back, back until I hit the wall, and then he grabbed my thighs in his hands and shoved my legs apart.

Oh God. I was so wet I could hardly stand it, and I mewled helplessly at the display of strength and dominance. This had been something I’d thought about, the idea that Cal was experienced, that he knew exactly what he was doing. No fumbling or any of that other nonsense that inexperienced, younger men would have. God, no, Cal was undoing my pants as he kissed my neck like he had already memorized exactly how to make my body melt.

Then he sank to his knees, and I nearly collapsed with how turned on I was.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Cal crooned, looking up at me with wicked eyes as he pulled my clothes off, baring my legs, baring everything.

When I’d thought about this, I had never dared to think—I’d thought about Cal teaching me how to go down on him, about him patiently guiding me as I learned to take his cock in my mouth, but I’d never really thought to consider the alternative.

But now Cal was kissing his way up my thighs, using his teeth to nip at my skin, and I could only dive my fingers into his thick, surprisingly soft dark hair and hold on as my knees went weak.

Cal chuckled against my hot, trembling skin as he began to lick up through my folds. I cried out and he chuckled even harder, the vibrations traveling up through me. It was a good thing, I realized, that we were alone in this big house, and that the neighbors weren’t too close by. Hopefully nobody would be able to hear me as I sobbed and screamed nonsense—and Cal’s name.

Cal was relentless, licking up through my folds like he was starving and I was delicious, like I was a long-sought-after dessert. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue and I tugged on his hair as electric pleasure shot through me. I had touched myself, of course, and figured out what I liked when it came to fingers. I’d even gotten a dildo so that I could test it on myself, prepare my body for an actual cock. But there was no way to imitate the feeling of someone’s mouth on me and this was an entirely new and overwhelming sensation.

I cried out again and tried to bite my lip, feeling embarrassed with all the noise I was making, but Cal pulled back. “I like to hear you,” he assured me. His voice sounded rougher than usual. It’s from him eating you out, my brain supplied, and I just about melted all over again. It was a wonder I was still able to stand. “You make the prettiest goddamn noises.”

Oh, God. That turned me on even more, to know that he thought I sounded hot. I wasn’t even trying to, I was just reacting naturally to how it felt. The idea of being hot for Cal, of being sexy to him, lifted me up like just about nothing else.

Cal winked at me and went back to it, rubbing his tongue determinedly against my clit. He wasn’t teasing anymore, relentless in his pursuit of my climax, and I spilled over with a muffled sob, my knees buckling.

I barely had time to gasp, my chest heaving, before I was being picked up and turned, laid out on the floor. Cal unbuckled his pants and I honest-to-God whimpered as he pulled his cock out. My mouth watered. It was so thick and hard, and I wanted it inside of me so very badly.

“You want to taste this, baby girl?” he teased me, stroking his cock a few times.

God, yes, I did, I wanted him to slide it into my mouth until I choked.

“Maybe next time, if you’re good,” Cal said, smirking, and then he was spreading my legs again.

He bent down to kiss me as he lined himself up, and I was seized by the deep, carnal desire for him to know—to know that he was my first.