by Cindy Wilder
Alex: You're going to get it.
Me: You're going to be on your best behavior. You better get to researching your cooking skills. I don't want burnt turkey.
We ended our conversation. It made me feel good that he went through all that just to get my number, even if he made me look like a dumb ass. The week went by just as quickly as the last. I knew my mom would never talk to my dad's parents. She would have no idea that I hadn't left school for the holiday. It was the first time in over a year that I was actually looking forward to a holiday. I wasn't much of a cook, but I couldn't wait to make dinner with him. We were going to have fun.
I showed up at his door at eight o'clock that morning. He answered in a pair of sweats. That was it. I thought I was going to lose it. They hung from his hips, and that trail of hair leading to them called out for me to touch it. I pushed through the door quickly with no clue of how I was going to make it all day with him. His dark hair had a just fucked look. I couldn't help but want that look to be because of me. It was getting awfully hot in there.
“Get dressed,” I said, as I threw my purse on the table next to he door. “We have a turkey to make.”
He looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. Stop it, I thought.
“I need coffee,” he said.
I let out a low growl and looked over at him.
“I will make the coffee. You put some clothes on,” I barked out, as I turned toward the kitchen.
He let out a laugh and I turned back to him.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “I'm going to take a long, hot shower first.”
I let out another growl, and he smiled.
“Do you want to join me?” he asked.
“Best behavior, Mr. Jones,” I said, as I walked away.
I turned on his coffee pot and laughed when I saw a recipe on the table. There were tons of them. He had printed directions for everything we were making. I couldn't help but feel all warm inside. It was so sweet of him to do that.
He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. My eyes traveled up to his muscular chest. There were tiny water drops all over him. I had to clench my legs together to stop the warmth from shooting between my legs. His hair was wet and hanging on his perfect neck. Oh, I wanted to suck on that neck. The water was dripping slowly from his hair and down his body. My mouth was wide open. There was no hiding my thoughts or feelings. They were written all over me.
“Is that coffee done yet?” he asked, as he brushed another towel through his hair.
I walked up to him, turned him around, and pushed him forward.
“Clothes on now,” I said.
“I just thought since I was bad in bed, it wouldn't matter if I came out in a towel. You said yourself that I'm okay looking.”
I wasn't looking at his face but could hear his smile in his words.
“You're my teacher, you're my teacher, you're my teacher,” I repeated over and over. “Get dressed.”
He burst into laughter, as he pulled the towel from his waist and walked back down the hallway to his room.
When he came back out, he had on jeans and a t-shirt.
“Is this better, or should I put a bag over my head as well?” he asked with a smile.
“These directions say that we need to start this turkey or we'll be eating a midnight. Show me where the stuff is,” I said, as I looked at the smile spread across his face. “To cook the turkey, not in your pants.”
We both started laughing. He got out the things I read off from the list. We prepared the turkey and pie and put them in the oven. It was actually a lot of fun cooking with him. We each grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.
“Would it be okay if we watch the Thanksgiving parade? I know it's cheesy, but I used to watch it with my dad every year.”
I couldn't help but get a little sad thinking about my dad. He smiled a soft, caring smile.
“Sure,” he said. “I used to watch it with my mom too. We would talk about the floats and pick out our favorites. The older I got, the less we carried on about it. Not a year went by that I didn't watch it with her. Even when she was sick, we watched it when I was home for the holiday. I haven't watched it since she passed away.”
“I haven't since he passed either. We can just skip it if you want,” I said.
I could feel the sadness in the air. It was oozing from both of us. I didn't want the day to be depressing.
“I want to watch it with you,” he said, as he pulled me closer to him.
“We can pick out our favorites,” I said with a smile.
We sat quietly and watched the parade. I ran to get the pie out and sat back down next to him. He had his arm around me, and I had my head on his chest. I could tell that we were both missing our parents, but it was easier watching it with him. He somehow made everything okay for me. The apartment was smelling so good. I couldn't wait to see how our turkey came out.
The parade was still on when his phone rang. He let out a loud breath when he looked at it. I could feel the tension and his muscles stiffen, as he answered it.
“Hey dad,” he said.
I could hear mumbling through the phone but couldn't tell what his dad was saying. It was just his words I could hear.
“You too.”
“I'm watching the parade.”
“I have a friend over.”
“I have a lot of work to do this weekend for classes.”
“I know. I'll be home for Christmas.”
“Who's with you?”
“I hear a woman talking. Who's there?”
“Okay, I'll see you then. You too.”
He hung up the phone. I was waiting for him to say something, but he didn't. Even though he pushed me to talk after the coffee shop, I didn't want to push him. If he wanted to say something, he would. He pulled me closer to him. I could feel the tension in his body that wasn't there before.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“I guess,” he said.
He turned his body to face me a bit more.
“I think he's seeing someone. When I asked him who was there, he said he was alone. It was bullshit. I could hear a woman in the background. I'm not happy about it. I know I can't say anything. He's a grown man. I know he loved my mom and was crushed when she passed away. It doesn't hurt any less. The worst part is that he's lying. Even when I asked him about it.”
“At least he's not marrying her,” I said trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled and I felt him begin to relax. I put my head on his chest and rubbed his stomach with my hand.
“You need to stop doing that. I'm supposed to be on my best behavior,” he said.
I could tell he was smiling. Just as the parade ended, I heard the timer go off in the kitchen. I jumped from my seat on the couch and pulled him up with me.
“I wonder how it's going,” I said with a smile.
“You're really into this,” he said.
“I've never really cared to cook at home. I like that we're doing it together. It's actually fun for me,” I said.
We checked on the turkey. It was going to be a bit before we made our sides. I didn't feel like watching a movie.
“Do you want to play some cards?” I asked.
“That sounds good,” he said.
He left the kitchen and came back with cards and a couple of board games.
“This is all I have,” he said.
We settled in at the table to play. It was really nice. We checked on the bird every now and then and played cards in between. He had Monopoly. I hurried to set up the board while he was in the other room. When he came back in, he laughed at the silly way I was acting.
We talked while we played. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. It had been a long time. We put the games away and began cooking our side dishes. I picked stuffing, mashed potatoes, and corn. He picked cranberry sauce and green bea
ns. We worked together making everything. It was impossible not to rub against each other here and there while we worked, and I felt warm tingles every single time our bodies touched. As soon as the food was done, we both grabbed a plate. I pulled out my phone to take a picture, and he laughed.
“What?” I asked. “This is the first time I've made a big meal with someone. I want to remember it.”
He shook his head. I quickly snapped a picture of him. He stuck his tongue out, so I took one of that too.
“I need that one to make sure you give me a good grade,” I said with a smile.
The food was amazing. I think we were both surprised. We really made a good team. I was so happy that I stayed instead of going home for Thanksgiving. When we were finished, I grabbed our plates and took them to the kitchen.
“Are you ready for dessert? I asked.
He had a huge grin on his face, as he walked into the kitchen behind me.
“For the pumpkin pie we cooked earlier,” I said with a smile.
It was from a box, but we were still looking forward to it.
“Not yet,” he said. “I'm stuffed. Come veg on the couch for a bit first.”
We turned on some corny Thanksgiving cartoons that were on while we waited for our stomachs to settle. I leaned in against him. My eyes felt so heavy.
When I opened them back up, it was dark outside. I had to have slept for a couple of hours. His head was leaning sideways against mine. How did he sleep like that, I wondered?
“Alex,” I whispered.
He moved his head slowly and let out a groan.
“Damn,” he said. “Guess I shouldn't have done that.”
I got up and could see the pain on his face as he winced.
We ate our dessert, and I could still see him squeeze his eyes together when he moved his head.
“Sit on the floor in front of me,” I said.
He looked over at me with a confused look.
“Just do it,” I told him.
He slid off the couch onto the floor, I put my leg over and sat on the couch behind him. A moan escaped his lips as soon as I began to rub his neck. He leaned back against me. I could feel his muscles relax as I rubbed him. His shoulders felt tense as well, so I continued to massage him. When my fingers slid through his hair at the base of his neck, I felt my legs clench together automatically. His hair felt like heaven between my fingers. I felt his body stiffen and heard a groan from deep in his chest, as I moved my hands up and massaged his scalp. One of his hands began rubbing my lower leg. Neither of us said a word.
He leaned his head back into my lap and looked up at my eyes. I could see something there. What was it, I wondered? It took all I had not to kiss him. We continued what we were doing but never moved our eyes away from each other. I didn't expect it when he reached up, wrapped his arms around my neck, and brought my lips down to his. It was so intense. I pulled back barely able to breath.
He turned his body and was on his knees in seconds. I yelped when he grabbed behind my knees and pulled me forward as our lips met. Our mouths were level with each other. His hand was on the back of my head as his lips were rough on mine. His tongue commanded entrance to my mouth, and my lips parted for him to enter. I wanted him just as badly as I had wanted him at that party. He was the only one that my body had ever reacted to, and that scared the shit out of me. His assault on my mouth was filled with feeling. I could feel my lips bruising from the roughness he was giving me. My hands were in his hair pulling him even closer. It was like we couldn't get close enough to each other.
I needed to feel his skin. It was driving me crazy. I reached down, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. His chest was so damn sexy. I had to rub my hands down it. When I reached his tight abs, he let out a growl. His hands were on my shirt and I heard the rip. Not again, I thought.
“Looks like you just lost another shirt,” I said, as he pulled mine over my head.
He had my bra off in seconds and was working the button on my jeans. It wasn't working, and I could tell he was getting frustrated. He pushed me back against the couch and nudged my pants. I lifted my ass as he pulled them from me and down my legs. He leaned forward over me and took my nipple into his mouth. When he sucked it hard, my back arched up from the couch and I moaned his name.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I held his head against my chest as he sucked my other nipple through his teeth and kissed down my stomach. His mouth landed on my mound. The thin fabric of my panties was the only thing separating us. I could feel his warm breath through the soft material.
“Alex,” I moaned.
He grabbed the front of my panties and pulled.
“Alex,” I said louder than before.
“I need to see you,” he growled.
His hands went between my legs and spread me open for him. I felt him pull my body down a bit more.
“Wider baby,” he said. “I want you open wider for me. I want to see every bit of your sweet pussy. I want to see your juices dripping down. I want every last drop of you.”
I felt my legs shiver from his words alone. My legs opened wider on their own. I wanted him more than I ever wanted anything in life. He sat in front of me. Our eyes were connected. There was something there. It was something I couldn't begin to explain. With one hand on each of my thighs, he leaned in and licked the wetness dripping from me. I moaned so loud from the contact. He ran his tongue across my skin, and I thought I was going to come instantly. He sucked my clit into his mouth just as he stuck a finger inside of me. My back was off the couch and my hips thrust forward.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I could take you over and over and never have enough of your sexy body.”
“What are you waiting for,” I whispered.
My eyes were closed and my head was back, as he continued to lick and finger me. He added a second finger, and I grabbed onto the couch. My fingers were numb, but I didn't care.
“Play with yourself,” he demanded.
“What?” I said, as my eyes shot open. “I can't.”
He cut me off.
“You can, and you will. Give me your hand.”
I slid my hand down my body to meet his. He took my hand in his and began to rub my finger over my clit. It was intense, and I couldn't believe how good everything felt together.
“Roll your nipple through your fingers with your other hand,” he snapped.
I did what he said without thinking. My nipple rolled between my thumb and finger, as I ground my hips below. He had two fingers inside of me, his mouth on me, and his hand over mine on my clit. I wasn't ready to come yet. It was feeling too good. He moved his mouth up and licked over my fingers on my clit and I couldn't take it. The wet feel of his tongue sliding over our fingers felt so amazing. At the same time, he thrust his two fingers in so hard and deep that I mumbled a bunch of noises and words. He pulled his face back a little. I felt his finger push mine harder against me. He pulled his fingers out and plunged them in as he hooked them, reaching a spot that set me off.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, as he pulled them out and thrust them in one more time.
“Alex,” I yelled loud. “Fuck, Alex. Please don't stop.”
My pussy clenched tight on his fingers. I could feel it pulse against him over and over. It took all I had not to scream out to him. My body was spent. I felt like every bit of energy was gone, as I went limp. Alex stood up, grabbed around my neck and under my legs, and carried me down the hall. He still had his jeans on. I could feel the top of them rub against my back. I could also feel his raging hard on.
He walked into a room and placed me gently on the bed. I was completely naked in front of him. He undid his jeans and shoved them down with his boxers, as his cock sprang free. I couldn't help but stare at how gorgeous and perfect he looked. He was bigger than I remembered. I heard the package rip and watched him cover his shaft. I felt the bed dip at my feet before he crawled between my legs and hovered over me. I could
feel how hard he was against my opening, as he looked into my eyes.
“Have you?” he asked.
I knew what he wanted to know.
“Not since I was with you,” I said.
He leaned down and covered my lips with his. I felt the tip of him enter me slowly. My hands went to the back of his head and my tongue thrust into his warm mouth. I felt his breath against me and moved my hips against him.
“More,” I cried out. “I need more of you, Alex.”
He thrust into me deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heel into him. My hands moved down to his back. I could feel his muscles tighten and relax as he held himself up and pumped into me. He reached down between us and rubbed my clit. I arched against his body. His chest was so muscular and a light layer of sweat covered it. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, as I felt him enter me over and over.
“Open your eyes,” he snapped. “I want to see your beautiful eyes while I fuck you. When I thrust into your tight pussy, I want to look at you. When you come around my dick, I want you to see who makes you feel that way, baby.”
I opened my eyes and looked into his. He thrust his cock into me hard, and I felt my body move up the bed. He was so deep inside of me. I felt my body climb closer to my orgasm as I held his back tight. My nails dug into his shoulders, as I held onto him. He pumped into me hard and deep as he rubbed my clit. I felt my body right on the edge and pulled him even deeper with my feet.
“Harder, baby,” I cried out. “I need more now. Deeper, please.”
He pulled his cock out to my entrance and drove into me hard, fast, and so fucking deep. I screamed out his name, as I clutched his back in my hands.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, Alex,” I cried, as my pussy tightened around his cock.
As soon as my body relaxed, he lifted his body up.
“On your knees,” he demanded.
I flipped over and he pulled my hips to help lift me to my knees.
“Grab onto the headboard,” he said.
I reached forward and grabbed it. He got behind me, and I heard him growl as he grabbed my ass in his hands.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he said.