I slide my hand into Ethan’s lap and feel his huge rod that’s as hard as steel. He sucks in a sharp breath as I run my palm up and down it.
What the fuck is this guy doing?
I look again and he’s stuffing his mouth with the desserts that haven’t been served yet. Unbelievable. After shoving five or six down his throat, he crams a few into his pockets and rushes back out.
We’re alone once again.
My hand is on his cock as he looks at me with a fierce lust in his eyes. “In here,” he says as he opens the car door and shoves the seat forward. His hand is on my ass I climb into the backseat. He follows me in, closing the door and pulling the passenger seat back into place as I lay on the cracked leather seat that’s more like a small couch.
He stops for a second to admire me, shaking his head as he looks at me like he can’t get enough of what he’s seeing.
I spread my legs, which causes my dress to rise, showing him a little bit more. It’s my first time doing any of this and I’m not sure what to expect.
A jolt of excitement rushes through me as he slides off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves, his eyes locked between my legs. I’m so wet. My pussy is throbbing with need as he reaches under my dress and grips my panties in his strong hands.
Arousal is surging through my veins, heightening every sensation as he pulls my panties down. I lift my feet to help him as they get snagged on my heel while he pulls them off.
I can feel my heart hammering through my body as he rolls them into a ball and stuffs them into his pocket.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a breathless voice.
“They’re mine now,” he says in a low dominant growl. “And so is this pussy.”
I gasp as his hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart as he dips down.
“Pull your dress up for me,” he demands. “Show me your hot little cunt.”
I don’t even question his command. I just grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up, showing him everything. He hisses out a low breath as he drinks in the sight of my naked pussy.
A darkness clouds his eyes as he whispers something that I can’t hear under his breath. I look down and the long thick outline of his cock is running along his thigh.
“You look so damn tight,” he hisses like he’s too mesmerized to breathe. “Spread wider for me, love.”
I gulp as I slide my ass forward on the leather seat and spread my legs even wider. They’re open as far as they’ll go in the cramped car.
My pussy pulses as he lowers his head. The anticipation is killing me. I suck in a breath and cry out when his tongue hits my sex. It’s like licks of fire up and down my wet slit.
I moan loudly—too loudly—as he flattens his tongue and slowly licks from the bottom to the top. “You taste unbelievable, girl. It’s so fucking good.”
His beard scratches the insides of my wet thighs as his hot tongue moves faster, sliding through my folds and teasing my aching clit. The sensations are overwhelming. It’s so intense.
My breath is coming out in short, fierce gasps. My hips are rolling to the rhythm of his tongue. I sink my hands into his hair and grip it as I stare at the top of his head between my legs, marveling at the fact that it’s Ethan Hearst’s mouth on my pussy right now.
“Oh!” I cry out as I grind my sex against his tongue. He’s everywhere at once. His tongue is magical. It can’t be real.
He sinks half of his finger into my gushing hole as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue and then flicks it. I squeeze his hair a little too hard and cry out.
My back is arched as he keeps going, amping up the pace as he ruthlessly makes the pressure inside me build and build until it’s too tight to think.
I let go of his hair and squeeze my breasts as I watch his head bob. This is so sexy. It’s so erotic. The sight of this older man between my legs is enough to unravel me. Add his tongue and fuck… I don’t stand a chance.
The pleasure builds and tightens and twists until I’m desperate for some kind of release. I’m moaning louder than I should considering there’s a party full of people in the next room.
My hips are out of control now, rolling and pushing against his mouth so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if Ethan has a fat lip after we’re done. I can’t stop myself. Lust has taken over my body. My pussy is in control now.
“Oh, yes!” I scream as the tightness suddenly snaps. The crushing pressure inside my core unravels and I come hard on his mouth. The pleasure is so intense. It’s so unexpected and fierce and wonderful. I nearly drown in the overwhelming sensations tearing through my body as he continues to lick me through it.
My eyes water as I grab two fistfuls of his sweater and hold him between my legs. Heated bliss shoots through me and I whimper as his tongue glides over my engorged clit.
I sink onto the soft leather, my body slack, my limbs limp with the euphoria circulating through them. I can’t move. I can barely think let alone process what happened.
So, I just watch Ethan as he gets up and wipes the wetness from his mouth with a satisfied groan.
“You are incredible,” he whispers as he tears his eyes away from my naked pussy and looks at me with a look that can only be described as loving.
This is the perfect moment. I try to take in every detail so I can treasure it forever.
But that insatiable lust inside me doesn’t want to rest for long. It has me getting up and pushing Ethan onto the seat.
He watches me with hungry eyes as I kneel in front of him and begin to undo his belt. My mouth is watering as I pull out his massive cock, marveling at the hardness of it.
He’s huge.
I gulp as I stare at it in my hand—hard, throbbing, thick—with sticky beads of pre-come leaking from the slit at the top and running down his shaft.
My core clenches as I watch the pre-come slide all the way down to his big beautiful balls that look so virile and full of his seed.
It’s still not sinking in that this is Ethan Hearst with me. He’s here with me. He’s hard for me.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks as he slides his hand into my hair, pulling it away from my face.
I look up at him with a fire growing inside me and nod.
“Tell me this is the first man you’ve been with like this.” There’s a pain in his eyes. An anguish that I want to take away. “Tell me that sweet pussy was so tight because I’m the first man to touch it.”
“You’re the first,” I whisper as I brush the tip of his cock across my lips. He drops his head back and groans. “I’ve only ever wanted you. I waited for you to take me. I’m all yours, Ethan. Always have been.”
“Put those sweet lips on me before I die,” he groans in agony.
I open my mouth and take him in, moaning as I taste his pre-come on my tongue. He tastes divine.
My mouth stretches wide as he pushes his hips up, sliding his massive cock into my small mouth. I squeeze his shaft and start stroking him as I wrap my lips around his head and scoop up the rest of his pre-come with my tongue.
He groans in pleasure as I swallow it down. “Just like that,” he whispers in a harsh tone. “Slide that sweet tongue up and down my dick.”
I pull him out of my mouth with a gasp. He’s staring at me with the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen. It sends shivers tickling through me. I dip my head back down and slide my tongue up and down his hard shaft as I cup his masculine balls with my hand.
His strong hands sink into my loose hair and he grips my head, guiding my mouth up and down the way he likes it.
“Just like that,” he hisses through his clenched jaw. “Oh, yeah… that’s it.”
I fall into a steady rhythm as I use my hand and mouth to get him off. His massive chest is huffing up and down with every harsh breath.
I can’t believe I’m having this effect on him. I can’t believe I’m turning my lifelong crush on in this way.
“Don’t stop,” he begs. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come…
”
I ram my hand up and down his hard shaft as I tease him with my tongue.
His balls tighten and his cock lurches as he lets out a cry that sounds like it’s part growl. I hold him in my mouth as deep as I can and moan while I feel his hot come surge out. It erupts inside me, coating the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the back of my throat.
I shiver as his hands squeeze into fists and his body jerks on the seat. My body melts as I swallow the thick hot come down, feeling it heat up my chest from the inside out.
He falls back onto the seat, looking utterly spent as I release his cock. I stare at it in awe as he recovers. It’s so beautiful. He’s so beautiful.
“Mandy,” he whispers as he looks at me with half-closed eyes. “This is me at my most honest. I want to tell you. I—”
The door to the house opens and we both duck down as someone hits the garage door button. The huge door starts grinding and groaning as it rises.
I can’t see who’s there, but there’s about half a dozen of them, all men, and they’re walking past the car.
“Shit,” I whisper as I look at the windows. They’re all steamy.
The men don’t notice as they walk past the car, talking and laughing as they stand at the edge of the garage.
“Let’s sneak out,” Ethan whispers as he puts his cock away.
“Can I have my underwear back?” I whisper as I pull my dress back down.
He grins. “Not a chance.”
He opens the door as quietly as he can, grabs his jacket, and sneaks out without making a sound. He reaches back for me and helps me out. I stay crouched down as he carefully closes the door. The car is blocking us from the men and hopefully the alcohol will help them in not noticing us.
The smell of cigars hits my nose as Christine’s dad and his friends light up.
Ethan turns to me and laughs without a sound. I laugh back at the wonderful craziness of this night.
He squeezes my hand and then starts moving. I follow closely behind him, keeping my head low.
“Ethan!” Christine’s dad says when he gets up and tries to make a break for the door. “There you are! I have a ripe twenty-year old for you!”
“What?!” Ethan says with a shocked and guilty look on his face.
“Scotch! Aged twenty years.”
“Oh,” he says with a laugh. I bet he was thinking about a different kind of twenty-year old…
He shoots me a quick glance and then heads over to the guys, distracting them with a joke as I rush out of the garage unnoticed.
I close the door behind me and lean on it, feeling extremely naked under my dress as I take a deep breath.
I shake the lust from my eyes, smooth back my hair, and rejoin the party like nothing happened.
Chapter Seven
Mandy
It’s late in the night when the party winds down. There’s a crowd at the door saying goodbye as they leave. The lights are on, the music is off. It’s over.
But I desperately want this to be a new start. The start of something incredible with Ethan.
He’s on the other side of the room, watching me as he hangs back. We haven’t talked much since we fled the backseat of Mr. Hearst’s car. I haven’t given him my number. We haven’t made any plans to see each other again.
My stomach is in knots, wondering what’s going to happen as my parents come stumbling over. I grab my mother as she almost does a head dive into the plant and then I struggle to get her back to her feet. My dad tries to help, but he’s just as plastered.
“We have to go,” he says, sounding like a frog. His voice always changes when he’s had too many. “Judy, Steven, thank you for the party and Merry Christmas.”
My mother tries to say the same, but she burps and then giggles like a little kid.
“Come on,” I say as I grab her arm and pull her to the door.
Christine comes racing down the stairs with our jackets and helps my father get into his.
“Congratulations again,” I say to her. I’m so happy for them. Matt and she are going to be one of those happy couples who stay together until they’re both well past a hundred. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She tries to help my mother into her coat but I shake my head. “Don’t. The cold air might help sober her up.”
I glance over longingly at Ethan, but he just stands there and nods back. It can’t end like this, can it?
But it does. There’s a nausea in my stomach and a pain in my chest as I walk outside into the cool air. My heart is breaking as I help my mother to the car.
I get them both into the backseat and then take one last look at the house, hoping to see Ethan coming out. The red door is closed with the wreath hanging quietly.
“Okay,” I whisper to myself as tears burn the back of my eyes. I guess that was it.
I guess he means more to me than I mean to him.
The door crunches as I open it. I sigh as I sit on the hard frozen seats and start the car. It’s so cold in here that I can see my breath, but I’m only thinking about the last time I was in a car. It was so heated and perfect with Ethan. And now, this…
“I think I’m going to be sick,” my mother says from the back.
“Can we stop at McDonald’s?” my father chimes in.
I drop my head, take one last look at the red door, and then back out of the driveway with my heart in pieces.
What feels like hours later, I have my parents in their bed and am in my pajamas with my make-up washed off.
My mother never threw up in the car, but I can’t say that she’s going to keep her non-puking streak intact tomorrow morning. It’s going to be a sad Christmas morning with my parents either sleeping through it or vomiting through it, but probably both.
I sigh as I sit on my bed and look at the window. Snow is coming down. I want to lay outside and let it bury me. How could it have ended like this?
I guess that everyone was right all along. Ethan was never interested in settling down.
And I guess that Christine knew her uncle better than I had hoped because we weren’t meant to be.
I was just a piece of Holiday ass to him. A present to unwrap and then toss to the curb the next morning.
He was about to tell me something in the car before we got interrupted. “Mandy,” he said as I knelt at his feet. “This is me at my most honest. I want to tell you. I—”
I’m so stupid. I thought he was going to profess his love for me. I thought he was going to tell me he wanted this to continue…
What a dope I am. He was going to tell me that this was just some harmless fun. That it was a casual fling. That he’ll see me again next Christmas Eve.
How could I not see the truth? I guess I never could when it came to Ethan.
I lay on my bed and the tears start coming as I pull up my blankets. I just really wanted a Christmas miracle, ya know? For once, I wanted things to work out.
I close my eyes and cuddle my blankets, feeling more alone than ever when I hear a tapping on the window.
I spring up to a seated position and gasp when I see Ethan’s face in the window, smiling at me. I rush over and open it. He’s standing on the barbecue, looking like he’s in a Christmas snow globe with light snowflakes falling in his hair and on his shoulders.
“I would have come through the chimney like Santa Clause but I didn’t think I’d fit. Are you crying?” His face drops as I quickly wipe my eyes.
“I thought…”
“What?”
“That it was over. Between us.”
His face drops as he looks at me like nothing could be farther from the truth. “Oh, Mandy. I’m not done with you. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you. The way you make me feel… I can’t even describe it. You are a Christmas angel. You are the love of my life.”
All the anguish I’ve been feeling since I left the party dissipates and I’m left with a lightness that makes me feel like I’m going to float up to the ceiling.
“Come with me,�
� he says with a loving smile. “This night is not over yet. And we are definitely not over either.”
I stand there grinning like the lovestruck girl I’ve always been for this man as he reaches for my hand.
I give my hand to him, I give my heart to him, and I step into the future I’ve always wanted.
With Ethan by my side.
Chapter Eight
Ethan
I don’t know how it’s possible, but Mandy looks just as good in tight black yoga pants and a big bulky sweater as she does in her tight red dress. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and she looks just as striking with no make-up on. Maybe even more so. Her innocence is radiating throughout the car.
I’ve fallen for her big time. I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind the entire night.
She’s sitting in my car, holding my hand as I drive down the snowy road to my house. Chrissy gave me Mandy’s parent’s address after she left. I wasn’t about to make a scene with everyone watching. I wanted to tell her how I felt when it was just the two of us.
I pull into my garage and we head into the house. We barely make it to the stairs before we’re kissing and groping each other and pulling off clothes.
We shed an article of clothing for every step and by the time we get to the top, we’re both in our underwear.
She’s ready to let me take her on the hardwood floor, but I stand up, offer my hand, and help her to her feet.
“Come,” I whisper. “Your first time is not going to be on the floor.”
I throw her over my shoulder and she yelps as I smack her soft ass.
I’m already as hard as a rock as I carry her into my bedroom and throw her on the bed.
She’s biting her bottom lip and grinning as she looks around while I pull out some candles to set a romantic mood.
“What are you smirking at?” I ask as I light one.
“Ethan Hearst’s bedroom,” she says with a giggle. She runs her hand over my comforter and giggles again. “Ethan Hearst’s bed.”
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