Caught Together

He leans down and presses a kiss to the center of my chest. “This morning, you said that you imagined me. That you fantasized. I want to see what it looked like.”

All the blood rushes to my face and I’m sure I look like the world’s most embarrassed tomato. “So you want—”

“I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see you get off thinking about me.”

I don’t say anything, and my skin is going hot along with all the redness.

“Are you embarr

assed?”

I clear my throat. “Maybe,” I say softly.

“I think it’s sexy as hell. And if you think I’m not going to fuck you after I watch this, you’re mistaken.”

He retreats to the end of the bed, kneeling back. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, and I watch him, mesmerized. I could just watch him, and even though I’m still embarrassed by the very idea, I suddenly understand why he finds it appealing.

“Stella,” he says, voice rough, “touch yourself.”

I slip my hand down, fingers sliding across my clit because I’m already so wet. It feels good. I try to conjure up one of those old fantasies, the way I imagined he would taste and fuck, but they’re all blocked out by my new memories of the real thing. So I cling to those instead, remembering the way his tongue woke me up this morning. I let the whole encounter roll through my head, slowly, not skipping any of the details.

I circle my clit with my fingers, alternating with rubbing back and forth. I’m so sensitive, I know it won’t take long to get myself off, but I want to make it last for him. So instead, I tease myself. I rub up and down the sides of my pussy, daring to dip my middle finger inside. I squeeze down onto my finger, and it feels good. I imagine what it’s going to feel like when Trevor is inside me again, jammed in every crevice, and I shudder.

I hear Trevor curse, and I look at him. His eyes are glazed, watching me touch myself, watching my face as I fantasize about him. His hand is moving steadily on his cock, and I see the strain in his muscles as he holds himself back from going too fast.

I move my other hand to my pussy, holding myself open for him to see while I move back to my clit. I go slow, circling and flicking and letting my hips squirm if I go too quickly. I feel the pressure building inside me, and I know I won’t be able to tease myself much longer. I remember the way he held me still and fucked my mouth, and I groan. I rub my fingers across my clit, and I catch the rhythm I know my body craves. It doesn’t take long, and soon I’m panting, my body begging for release. My fingers move faster and faster, until I’m not entirely sure I’m in control of them anymore.

My pleasure bottoms out, and I find those delicious moments that consume my whole body before I reach the peak, and I try to hold on, I try to make it last, but I can’t. I look at Trevor, his own hand moving just as fast as mine, and I lock eyes with him as I go over. Pleasure crashes through me and I grind against hand, trying to make it last. I feel a flood of wetness leave my pussy, and I know I’m moaning louder than I should be in a house full of sleeping people. The high fades as quickly as it came, and I’m left blinking away the pleasure, small spasms moving through my muscles.

Trevor looks at me—he never looked away—and I know he’s close. I can see it in his body, and I know all it will take is one little push. So I give it to him. I draw a finger through my soaking pussy, and bring it to my lips. I lick myself clean for him. I see his muscles go rigid, and he leans forward as he comes, spilling himself across my breasts and stomach. He covers me in it, and I let him. This is what he wanted, and I want him to look at me covered in it. Then I want him to fuck me.

“That was incredibly hot,” he says, bracing himself over me, catching his breath.

I give him my best smirk. “Happy birthday.”

“Yes, it is.”

I reach between us and grab his cock, feeling it harden again under my touch. “Do you still have enough energy to fuck me?”

He gives a dark chuckle, and grabs a condom. “The best part of me being twenty,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to my ear. “I can go for hours.”

“I won’t need hours,” I say, pulling the rest of him down to me. “But I do need you inside me. Now.”

He fits himself against me and slides into me in one stroke, and I close my eyes, reveling in that feeling of overwhelming fullness. My body, still so sensitive from my first orgasm, is already pulling me towards another climax. Trevor rolls his hips, thrusting in to the hilt, and I gasp. He pulls out slowly, the feeling of him dragging against me sending more little spasms through me. He sets that rhythm, pulling out slowly and plunging deep. Every thrust makes our bodies slide together, slick with his come in between us.

It’s too much, too much sensation, too much fullness. I know I’m going to come.

Trevor has other plans.

Crushing me to him, he rolls us, never releasing me. Now I’m sitting on top of him, his cock deeper than ever inside of me. Trevor is looking up at me, and my god he’s a beautiful sight. We’re both frozen, breathing hard and glistening with sweat and come. “Ride me,” he says.

I realize that I’ve never done this. No man I’ve been with wanted this position, and I never asked. My pussy clenches down on him and I see Trevor’s jaw clench as he lets out a groan. He reaches up, cupping my breast with one hand and squeezing. He circles my nipple with his thumb, teasing it into an even sharper peak. It sets my nerves singing, and I move my hips, grinding forward.

God this feels good. I can’t stop. I work his cock with my body, setting the pace I need. Trevor is still playing with my breasts and every time he squeezes and flicks it sends heat straight to my clit. My breath is coming in gasps now, and I have to close my eyes. Have to lean forward and brace myself just so I can keep moving, keep riding him. His tongue is on my nipple and I curse as he takes it into his mouth. I feel him laugh against my skin, feel him suck deeply, feel his fingers find my clit and start to stroke.

Suddenly I’m there, the orgasm blasting through me in an unexpected rush. I barely manage not to scream. I love the feel of him inside me as I contract around him, luxurious pleasure spilling through me from the inside. I’m spent and satisfied, and I’ve rarely felt so content.

I blink my eyes open to see Trevor, his face so close to mine. He’s still hard inside me, waiting for me to come back, to recover. I smile at him, lean in to kiss him. As I do, his hands move to my hips and he takes control. I kiss him as he fucks me, enjoying the aftershocks that his cock sends through my body. It doesn’t take long before he shudders underneath me, moaning against my mouth as he comes.

He lets me down and we once again lie side by side, still kissing. But it’s soft and gentle now, a way to stay connected.

“Please,” Trevor says, fitting words in the rare moments our lips aren’t touching. “Please, don’t send me back to the couch after that.”

“Stay,” I say. “But I should clean up.”

“The shower will be there in the morning,” he says, disposing of the condom and tucking my body in close to his.

There isn’t anything left to say after that. We kiss until we fall asleep.

9

A few days pass, and I manage to fit in everything I wanted to. I keep up with work despite being on vacation. I keep us well stocked in food—even if Brad and Trevor insisted on coming to the store with me to buy far too many Christmas cookie supplies—and I get Brad to find his old Christmas stocking and hang it with me.

But today is shopping day. Bradley and his family didn’t want to go to the mall, instead choosing to do some family things at our house. I insisted Brad come with me, and Trevor comes too. He pretends it’s because he wants to hang out with Brad, and to a degree that’s true. But Trevor has barely left my side these past few days, and it’s made me happier than I could have imagined. He’s kept his promise for naughty wake-ups, ranging from his tongue on my breasts to using my own vibrator on me. We’ve become more comfortable with each other, and even now, walking through the mall, it’s a struggle to keep my hands off of him. I would love to hold his hand, but I also don’t want to have the stares that will come with that. Or to explain it to my son.

Thankfully, I don’t think there’s any way we can get into trouble at the mall. Trevor is not allowed anywhere near me and a dressing room at the same time. The temptation might be too much. Out family gift exchange is in just a couple of days, and I’ve been terrible about actually buying the gifts. Anna and Richard are going t

o visit his parents on Christmas day, Bradley and his family have plans back in Virginia. Maria is Maria. I’m not even sure she knows where she’ll be on Christmas, so we’re exchanging gifts on Saturday.

I suppose I should get something for Trevor, though I’m not really sure what to get someone who’s your lover. But he’ll be with us on Christmas, so at least I have a little more time.

The mall is crowded, but we divide and conquer. Trevor excuses himself to buy some family gifts, and Brad helps me pick out some gifts for the twins. They’re both into music, so I get them some nice headphones and music gift cards. I pick up books for Bradley and Anna, having kept track of their wish lists. Once Trevor returns, we split up again, the boys going off so Brad can buy his own gifts and I can finish and buy his. I buy Brad a bunch of little things, more hockey socks, some joke gifts at the dollar store. His main gift is going to be money. Hockey and engineering are expensive, and he’d rather I just give him money than try to get him into a hobby.

Once I finish with gifts for the rest, we all meet in the food court, tired and starving. I go straight for the pizza, Trevor goes for Chinese, and Brad for a burger. We manage to find a table that’s not taken, and collapse into the chairs, surrounded by bags.

“Success?” I ask, biting into my pizza.

“I think so,” Brad says, spreading extra sauce on his burger. Trevor has his mouth too full of rice and chicken to respond, but he nods.

“I should really learn to shop earlier.”

“You should,” Trevor says, “but Brad says it’s not your way.”

“Oh really?” I give Brad a look. “And what else did Brad say?”

Brad starts laughing. “Only good things, I promise.”

“You told him about the tree, didn’t you?” I narrow my eyes. “Don’t lie.”

It’s Trevor’s face that gives it away. He’s trying desperately to hold in laughter, but it’s not working. “Fine, he told me. But believe me, it doesn’t change the way I think about you. It’s a great mental picture, though.”