Caught Together

I realize that he wants me to say it. “I want you to fuck me.”

He raises himself up, knees straddling my hips, and hands me the condom. “Then you do the honors.”

Seeing him tower above me with his perfect body and his cock rigid and straining for attention is an image I’m going to remember after he’s gone. Often. Hopefully with fully charged batteries. I take the condom from him and open it. I can’t help myself: before I put it on him, I have to touch him. He hisses out a breath as I circle him with my hand, head falling forward to watch me. I love the feel of him under my fingers, and I trace the veins running along his length while watching the muscles in his stomach jump.

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 in, and in, and in, until I’m so full of him I think I might burst. Until his slightest movement sets off tremors in my whole body. And still, I want him deeper. He slides out, and in again. Just a little faster, my body adjusting to the sheer size of him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says. I roll my hips against him and watch his eyes flutter closed, hear him groan. He slides in faster in response, and I wrap my legs around him. I pull him close and press him into me, his thrusts hitting that spot deep inside of me that makes me see stars. My hands on his ass, I speed him up. It’s not enough, not yet.

“I need more,” I say, and I hear him gasp. “I won’t break. Fuck me.”

I get my wish. His hands scoop underneath me, tilting my hips and holding me still as he pounds into me. I hold on to him, unable to do anything but feel as he fills me with his cock. He grinds against me with each stroke, and suddenly I’m on the edge. Everything is delicious friction and I’m caught between the pleasure in my clit and the pounding of his cock, and I can’t breathe. The pleasure in my body is overwhelming, and I’m sinking through layer after layer towards the brightness that’s at the end.

Trevor shifts my hips, and everything changes. What I thought was pleasure before was just the beginning. I go over the edge, moaning, trying to keep myself in check. My body shudders on his cock and my pussy spasms around him as he fucks, speeding up to his own climax. It’s only a moment before he’s swearing, his cock jerking inside me as I feel him come. But we can’t stop now, we’re still moving together, lost in this rhythm of movement as pleasure takes over our bodies.

I feel him slow, feel him breathing, but I can’t say anything yet, can’t open my eyes. He moves to the side, pulling me with him so that we’re lying together, still entwined, his cock still inside me.

“I never imagined it would be like that,” he says, breath still coming hard.

“Me either.”

A grin that reminds me just how young he is lights up his face. “You imagined me?”

I lean in and kiss him, slipping my tongue between his lips. I feel him stir inside me, hardening. Laughing, I say, “In many, many ways.”

“I look forward to hearing more about those ways. In graphic detail.”

I hear the shower running upstairs, and give him a look. “For now I’ll let you use your imagination.”

His eyes follow me as I untangle myself and get off the bed. “I plan to.”

“Put some clothes on,” I tell him. “I’m making pancakes.”

6

Trevor takes a quick shower in my bathroom, and by the time he comes out—sadly covered again in sweats and a t-shirt and smelling delicious—I have coffee ready and am already in the process of cooking the pancakes. He pours himself a cup of coffee and sits at the breakfast bar, looking completely normal except for the fact that he’s staring at my ass. I can’t seem to keep the grin off my face. Maybe my sisters are right and this is what I’ve been missing—though I’ll fall dead before I give them the satisfaction of knowing that.

I hear steps clattering down the stairs, and Brad appears in the kitchen followed by one of the twins. “Hey mom.”

“Morning,” I say, putting one platter of pancakes on the dining room table before flipping the one that’s cooking. I make a couple more and put them on another platter on the breakfast bar. Brad grabs the syrup from the pantry and slaps Trevor on the shoulder as he slides onto a stool. “Happy Birthday, man. I totally forgot about it, was reminded on Facebook this morning. I would have got you something.”

Trevor laughs, the sound sending a buzz through my skin and making my stomach flutter. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You should have said something, Trevor,” I say, scooping a few more pancakes onto the platter by him. “We would have gotten a cake, and definitely a gift.”

“I already had my birthday treat this morning,” he says, and I feel my eyebrows shoot straight into my hair. He takes a fork and lifts a pancake, toasting me with it. “Your breakfasts are legendary, Stella.” The wink that follows has me ready to throttle him and jump him.

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 last pancake.

“Whatever,” Brad says. “More chocolate for me.”

I turn off the stove and ferry the rest of the pancakes into the dining room as Bradley and June come down the stairs. “Morning everyone,” Bradley says, holding out a fist to Brad. “Namesake.”

Brad bumps his fist. “Namer.” It’s a little tradition they started when Brad was little. Once Brad noticed that he and his uncle had the same name, I had to explain that I had named him after Bradley.

The pancakes go over well, and everyone seems happy. “What are your plans for today?” I ask the room.

“We’re going to visit my family today,” June says. “We won’t be back until late. I hope that’s okay?”

I wave a hand. “Fine with me. Your vacation. We have plenty of time together before Christmas.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“I need to buy a Christmas tree,” I say. “Brad, you want to come with me?”

He winces. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

There’s a pang in my heart, but I don’t let it show on my face. “That’s okay. What have you got going on?”

“Well…” he says, “I actually need to finish a paper. I got an extension on it and I have to turn it in tomorrow.”