Even after I stopped shaking from my orgasm, Gabe kept me on his lap. His fingers continued their fondling; when he grazed my swollen clit, I involuntarily rocked my hips. That made him laugh low and soft.
Leaning back against him, I closed my eyes. Though we risked being caught by staying here, I felt strangely calm. As Gabe eased one of his long fingers into me, I released a quiet moan. With his other hand, he cupped my breast.
My arousal, which hadn’t fully subsided following my climax, heightened to blatant need yet again. I was so wet that my lubrication had worked its way down to my ass.
Gabe withdrew his hand from between my legs. When he lifted his slick fingers to my face, I smelled my pussy all over his skin.
I let him slip the finger that had been in my cunt between my lips. The taste of my sex made my mouth pucker; the tang, laced with salt, coated my tongue. My shame proved to be no deterrent, for I readily sucked.
“Take off your pants and underwear,” he said. “I want to feel you slide that wet pussy along my cock.”
I never thought about telling him no, that it was too risky. I merely eased from his lap, then stood to strip out of my clothes. As I followed his instruction, he tossed the blanket aside and lowered his own pants and briefs. I stared greedily at his cock. In the darkness, I couldn’t make out much detail, but I knew it was long, much longer than it had been while soft. It pointed toward the ceiling, ready to impale me.
Wearing nothing but my sleep shirt and socks, I settled upon him again. With my legs spread, I felt the cool air of the room drift against my hot pussy. Gabe placed his hands on my hips, helping me into position, but before I could start moving, he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts.
I whimpered when he scooped them up in his hands. His fingers burrowed into my skin.
“I’ve jerked off while fantasizing about these big tits,” he revealed.
Those words made me throb between my thighs. Gabe drew me to him, and I shuddered at the feel of his lips circling my right nipple.
He seemed to go wild, licking and biting. He didn’t suck just my nipple and areola; instead, he tried to take as much of my tit into his mouth as possible. It was as if he wanted to consume me.
My hips rocked of their own will. Reaching between me and Gabe, I made sure his cock was perfectly lined up. Then I started gliding along its underside. My slick folds prevented any kind of friction.
Allowing my breast to escape his mouth, Gabe said, “You move like a whore.”
I immediately froze in mortification. Shame burned my already-hot cheeks, and I hated that I could smell my arousal. I wondered if he wrongly suspected that I’d slept with a ton of guys at college.
Again, Gabe rested his hands on my hips. “I meant it as a compliment,” he said while coaxing me back into my rhythm.
I let him guide me; soon, I was sliding up and down at a frenzied pace. The feel of his hard dick against my clit had me struggling to subdue a loud moan. Since I remained sensitive from his fingers, I knew I’d easily be able to come a second time.
Gabe managed to latch on to my left nipple. He took it between his teeth while his fingers dug into the flesh covering my hips. It hurt, but I didn’t want it to stop. I never wanted this to stop.
A barely audible groan sounded from Gabe’s throat. He released my nipple in order to tilt his head back. Weaving his fingers through my hair, he pulled me toward him for a kiss.
By this point, my movements had grown wild and desperate. Anyone stumbling upon us would have thought I was riding this man’s dick. And oh, I wanted to! I wanted to reach between us and guide him to my opening. We were already so close…
The thought of taking him inside my pussy caused my body to fiercely jolt. As I wailed and shuddered, Gabe kept his lips pressed to mine. Thank God he did, or else my cries might have woken Dad or Evelyn. While my second orgasm twisted through me, I slid along the length of Gabe’s erection. The stimulation to my clit prolonged the pleasure, and I was reluctant to slow down.
Finally, Gabe let me go, and I sat up to catch my breath.
He was breathing faster, too. Toying with my nipples, he asked, “Do you come so easily for those college boys?”
Again, I feared he thought I was a slut. “I’ve only slept with two guys,” I said. “Neither of them made me come.”
I’d lost my virginity a couple of months ago. The guy was a junior, and to his credit, he was gentle and careful with me. Several times, he asked, “Is this okay?”
Though he went down on me, I didn’t come from his efforts at oral. The fuck was painful and blessedly brief. Even with the condom, he lasted only a few minutes.
I had sex for the second time at a party Andrea dragged me to. It was off campus, and the man was in his mid-twenties. I’d hoped he would be skilled enough to give me an orgasm, but while he lasted longer (all the while telling me fucking would feel so much better without the condom), I felt little pleasure from his jackhammering.
Gabe slid his hand upward, along my chest and throat. When he reached my face, I nestled against his palm.
“Have you given head?” he murmured.
I knew where his question would lead; his dick was still plenty hard between us.
“Just once,” I confessed.
“Let’s make tonight your second time.” He stroked my cheek, encouraging me with his words and his touch.
My pulse started a nervous flutter as I slipped off Gabe’s lap to kneel on the couch beside him. Leaning forward, I grasped the base of his erection. His pubic hair was coarse against my skin, and I felt the sticky residue of my juices on his shaft.
I trembled while lowering my head. Breathing in, I was greeted by the smell of my pussy, and beneath it, Gabe’s personal scent. Tentatively, I gave the length of his cock a lick.
“That’s it, get me nice and wet,” he whispered.
Eager to please him, I made sure to leave plenty of saliva behind as I swirled my tongue over his hot skin. I felt a twinge of satisfaction when his dick pulsed in response to my attention.
“You’ve got me so worked up, Opal,” Gabe said through clenched teeth. “Take me in your mouth.”
I wrapped my lips around his tip, still afraid my lack of experience would show. As I licked and sucked, my hand moved up and down his shaft.
Gabe placed a hand on my head. I didn’t resist when he started guiding my movements.
“Yes, yes, keep going!” he urged. My lips moved farther down his erection, but I instinctively tried to withdraw when I felt his cockhead at my throat.
He didn’t try to force me. Instead, he worked his fingers through my hair and held me fast. Though I was flooded with shame at being used in such a way, I let him fuck my face with shallow thrusts. His groans grew a little louder as I hollowed my cheeks and fervently suckled his tip.
“Fuck, yes!” he panted.
My moan in reply made him shiver. Realizing how much he enjoyed it, I continued moaning all around him while my spit leaked down his shaft.
It was then that we heard a noise from upstairs. Both of us immediately froze to listen. The silence that followed stretched on for what must have been half a minute.
I was terrified someone would start down the stairs. There was no way I would have enough time to pull on my pants and underwear before being discovered.
When I started to sit up, Gabe’s grasp on my hair remained firm. “You’re not done, are you?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Not when I’m this close…”
Though I was now sweating from anxiety, his cajoling tone persuaded me to take him in my mouth again.
Gabe slid his hand along my back, then cupped my right buttock. I tensed at the feel of his fingertip grazing my hole.
His cock muffled my startled yelp when he worked a finger into my ass. I could have pulled off then, could have told him to stop. Instead, I let him penetrate me in that filthy way.
To my shock, I began enjoying it. He was gentle inside me, and I found that I was incredibly sensitive to his touch. My moans were soon constant, and while managing to keep his dick between my lips, I gently thrust back to take more of his finger.
“Ooh, you like that?” He laughed through his heavy breaths. “Dirty girl. Ah, Christ, I’m almost there! I’m gonna come in your mouth, Opal.”
I tried not to tense up, instead keeping my focus on pleasuring him. Still, I wasn’t sure I was ready to taste his semen.
He swelled even more in my mouth, and his cock twitched against my tongue. I heard his gasp, followed by a groan as he flooded my mouth with cum. Hot and thick, its taste bordered on bitter. Instinctively, I tried to withdraw.
Gabe used his free hand to stop me. “Don’t make a mess. Remember, I have to wear these clothes home.”
Desperately, I tried to swallow it down, but some leaked past my lips and pooled on my hand still grasping his dick. All the while, his finger moved in my ass, and my pussy kept producing ample juice. I could feel it on my inner thighs.
When my mouth was clear of cum, I licked Gabe’s softening dick. I noticed he trembled from the sensation of my tongue sliding over his tip.
Once he’d gently eased his finger out of me, I sat up and wiped my cum-drenched hand on my shirt. Then I wiped at my mouth.
Gabe pulled me close. I was surprised he was willing to kiss me since I’d just finished sucking him off. His tongue slid against mine, and I wondered if he could taste his cum in that kiss.
“You’re a natural at sucking cock,” he whispered against my lips. I lit up at that praise, already craving more.
Giving my ass a playful pat, Gabe said, “We should get some sleep.”
It was a gentle dismissal, and I tried not to let it sting. Climbing off the couch, I got dressed in silence. By the time I was finished, Gabe had put away his cock and straightened his clothes.
I did my best to sound casual as I wished him good night.
“Good night, Opal.” The smile in his voice made me feel exposed even as I stood in the darkness. It fed my fear that he realized just how much I wanted him.
I hurried upstairs, refusing to look back. In the bathroom, I relieved myself, then washed my hands and face. After brushing my teeth, I crept down the hall to my room.
Beneath the bedcovers, I shivered, but not from cold. No, it was from the way I could still feel Gabe’s hands all over me. He’d left no hole unexplored, and I worried his phantom touch would follow me through sleep and into the day to come.
*****
In the morning, I hurried to the shower, for the stale smell of last night’s arousal clung to me. Not once did I wonder if that illicit encounter in the living room was a dream. My tender clit, and the faint marks on my breasts, let me know it was all too real.
I dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, my damp hair pulled back in a ponytail. Downstairs, Evelyn was busy in the kitchen. “You’re just in time for breakfast!” she greeted me brightly.
Dad and Gabe sat at the dining room table, casually chatting. Both of them looked up when I entered the room. Not yet brave enough to meet Gabe’s eyes, I smiled at Dad.
“Morning, sleepyhead!” my father said. “Were you on your phone all night?”
I dared a glance at Gabe and found he was watching me with undisguised interest. Was I only imagining the amusement in his expression? Maybe not; maybe he enjoyed witnessing my discomfort.
“I went to bed early.” It wasn’t often that I lied to my father, but I felt no guilt about doing so now.
After sitting down at the table, I offered Gabe a pleasant smile. “Good morning.” Did my voice just shake a little? Shit, I needed to get it together!
“Morning, Opal.” Gabe was brazen enough to let his gaze briefly fall upon my breasts. Then he resumed his conversation with Dad.
By the time Evelyn joined us, my unease had grown almost palpable. It was all I could do not to squirm in my chair. As I helped myself to a blueberry pancake, I heard Gabe mention that the roads would be clear later in the day.
“The temperature’s supposed to be well above freezing,” he said. “I’ll be able to head home with no problem.”
“How did you sleep, Dad?” Evelyn asked.
It was weird, hearing her call Gabe Dad. Even weirder was the knowledge that he was my own dad’s father-in-law.
Gabe regarded her with a tender smile. Watching the two of them, I felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted him to look at me like that.
But was that true, though? Wouldn’t I much rather he look at me with blatant hunger? Maybe I only wanted what was Evelyn’s. After all, she’d taken plenty from me.
“I slept great,” Gabe told her. “That bed in the guest room is wonderful.”
While studying father and daughter, I tried to discern any resemblance between them. She had Gabe’s full lips, and the dimple in her chin came from him as well. But she mostly took after her mother. That morning, her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders, and her makeup was expertly applied. She looked much closer to my age than Dad’s.
After breakfast, I hung around downstairs, hoping for an opportunity to talk to Gabe in private. I got the chance when Dad and Evelyn said they were heading over to our neighbors’ house for a few minutes. Evelyn wanted to take over some pumpkin pie and also make sure the elderly couple who lived next door wouldn’t object to the massive Christmas decorations she planned to display in our front yard.
Almost as soon as Dad had pulled the front door closed behind him and Evelyn, I rushed down the hall toward the guest room. Gabe was staring at his phone, his brow slightly furrowed, but when I appeared in the doorway, he lifted his head and smiled. It wasn’t a warm, pleasant smile. No, it was the kind that let me know he’d been expecting me.
Folding my arms over my chest, I did my best to feign nonchalance. “So you’re heading home this afternoon?”
“Don’t want to wear out my welcome.” He took a step toward me. “And I assume you’re heading back to school tomorrow?”
Even as I nodded, I was working up my nerve. “I could…” My voice quavered, forcing me to stop and try again. “I could stop by your place on my way.”
Gabe raised an eyebrow, then moved even closer. “You hoping to finish what we started last night?”
I let out a nervous laugh. My sweatshirt suddenly felt hot and confining, and I prayed I wasn’t blushing. “Uh, yeah. I mean, if you’re interested.”
“Oh, I’m interested.” He pressed a cool, soothing hand to my cheek. “But then, you must know that.”
I gazed up at him, feeling the silence as an insistent pulse between us.
Before I could fill it, he returned his attention to his phone. “Give me your number.”
I slowly recited it, allowing him time to add me to his contacts. Once he was finished, I couldn’t resist asking, “How do you have me listed in your phone?” I knew Gabe wouldn’t have used my first name; he wasn’t that reckless.
Tilting his head slightly, he regarded me with a mildly amused expression. “I have you listed as Winter.”
Now I was certain I was blushing. Each time I sent him a message, or he sent one to me, he would be reminded of what we’d done last night, during that first snowfall of the season.
“I’ll text you my address,” he said, then tossed the phone on his neatly made bed.
I thought I was being dismissed, but Gabe drew me to him. His kiss, deep and sensual, made me relax into his embrace even as I listened for any sound from the living room.
“I’m not just looking to fuck you, Opal,” Gabe said while nuzzling my neck. “I want more.” He paused to swirl his tongue over my pulse point. “I want… to do things to you.”
Though I shivered in pleasure from his attention, my eyes widened. This was another warning.
“What kinds of things?” My tone was pathetically meek.
Gabe brought his lips to my ear and began describing just what he had planned.
I refused to reveal my shock. Instead, I let him cup my ass and press me to him while he gave voice to all his dirty thoughts.
He wasn’t yet finished when the front door opened and Evelyn’s bubbly laughter drifted through the house. I expected Gabe to immediately withdraw, but he continued holding me.
“Still want to stop by my place?” he asked.
I felt a weird sense of pride that I was able to meet his stare. “Of course,” I replied, as though I were agreeing to nothing more than coffee. He saw right through the act; his grin told me as…
