Holiday Unscripted, page 14
“Seven fucking years,” he mumbles as I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our hands are frantic with the need to touch the other person. Bunching his shirt in my hands, I pull it up over his head, tossing it to the side before I kiss him again. This time I need more, so I rotate my hips on his covered cock and our mouths swallow our moans.
His hands trail from my ass to my back as he pulls the shirt up and over my head, leaving me with just my black thong on. His mouth bends to take one nipple in his mouth. My back arches as he bites it, then kisses the middle of my chest moving to suck my other nipple as my hand holds the back of his neck. His eyes come up to mine as he lets my nipple go. “Seven fucking years, Elizabeth,” he pants breathlessly.
“I know,” I reply, moving my hips back and forth on his hard cock. My mouth waters to taste him again. My pussy is dripping, practically begging to have it slam into me. My hand itches to touch it. I place my hand behind me on his knee, putting the other one on his shoulder and move faster now. “Dreamed about this,” I admit to him in my haze of arousal as he grips one ass cheek and then his other hand holds on to the back of my neck. “Need you.” I arch my back when both of his hands move to grip my tits in them. He pinches my nipples between two of his fingers before squeezing them in his closed fist. My head moves to the side as he devours me. The kiss is so much better than I have ever imagined. The kiss I’ll be forever remembering from this moment. The kiss that will probably be the one I’ll compare every other kiss to for the rest of my life. I push his chest as he falls onto his back and I lie down on him.
My hips lift, giving me access to his cock as I reach between us and palm it. His hands rub the side of my thighs. “Need you too,” he groans. I get off and kneel beside him before I push his shorts down over his cock. I don’t even wait for it to be completely free before he’s in my mouth. I grip the base of his cock and let my mouth meet my hand before moving back up, working him with my mouth and my hand. “Fuck,” he hisses out, lifting his hips to fuck my mouth at the same time pushing the shorts off of his hips. “Going to hit the back of your throat.” He grips my hair in his fist, not letting me move but instead fucking my mouth. My other hand moves between my legs and into my panties, sliding one finger into me. I moan wanting it to be his fingers and not mine. “Where is your other hand?” he growls, his hips not missing a beat as he slams his cock into my mouth as deep as I’ll take him, even pushing it more and more.
“Dirty fucking girl.” He moves his hand and meets mine. “Going to help me finger-fuck you while you take my cock?” I don’t answer him with words, I just nod my head. Two of his fingers slide through my slit and into me with one of mine. “You don’t get to make yourself come.” He pushes my head down. “I get to make you come when you are in this bed.” His fingers move at the same rhythm as his hips, my own hips moving to get him to go faster, to get that first orgasm out of me. It’s lingering there on the surface, my body waiting to explode.
“First time I come,” he says, “it’s not going to be in your mouth.” He pulls my mouth off of him. “It’s going to be in your pussy.” His fingers slip out of me and then I watch him bring them to his mouth and he sucks them in. “Going to eat that pussy for hours, but first I’m going to need you to slide your pussy down my cock.” He holds his cock up for me. “Let me see you swallow me.”
I’m so gone for him, I swing my leg and move my thong to the side, ready to slide down his cock. Not slow, nothing about this is going to be slow. “I need you to make me come.” He grips my hips, his fingertips pressing so hard. “You’re so big.” I pause for just a second, adjusting to having him in me.
He helps move me up and down his cock, my hands moving behind me on his knees. He fists the side of my thong in his hand and in one move it snaps apart. “Want to see your pussy with my cock in it.”
“Then watch,” I urge as I move until the tip of his cock is about to come out of me as I slam down.
“Nothing better.” He licks his thumb. “I thought there was nothing better than seeing my cock in your mouth.” He rubs my clit up and down. “I was wrong.” My nipples tighten at the same time my stomach does. “Watching your pussy take my cock is much better.” He rubs my clit faster. “You are so close. Pussy is getting tighter and tighter.”
“I’m there,” I hiss out and close my eyes. Then I feel his hand move away from my ass and the sting of his hand moves through me and I open my eyes again. “I want your eyes on me when you come.”
“Okay,” I pant out, “just—”
“I’m going to make you come on my cock,” he tells me. “Then I’m putting you on your back and I’m going to fuck you like I have wanted to fuck you for the last seven years.” His hand moves back, and he slaps my ass again. “And you’re going to take what I give you.”
I’m about to close my eyes when I feel his hand again. “Don’t close those fucking eyes,” he barks at me. “Waited seven fucking years to see those eyes again.” He thrusts up hard. “Don’t fucking close them.”
I don’t close them. I stare into his and I jump off that cliff. The orgasm roars through me, my pussy pulsing over his cock, with one word on my lips and one word only, his name, “Nate.”
CHAPTER 18
Nate
WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME
She pants my name as she lets go, pussy gripping my cock so tight it’s a wonder I don’t come in her. I watch her eyes go half-mast, and I think about slapping her ass again, but instead I pinch both her nipples. Her eyes fly open as she watches me. I wrap one of my arms around her waist pulling her up to a sitting potion. My cock goes deeper into her as my head comes down to take her nipple into my mouth. Her pussy contracts on my cock. With both arms wrapped around her as I move her up and down on my cock, her hand goes to my knee and, I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life.
She continues riding me, one of my hands moving to cup the back of her head, my mouth devouring hers. Her tongue slides into my mouth, the kiss needy as she picks up speed. She lets my mouth go to breathe out my name again. “Nate,” she sighs. My cock twitches in her as I suck her neck. She turns her face, and her lips fall on mine again. “Nate,” she says in a whisper when my mouth leaves hers.
“Do you know how many times I thought about his moment?” I hiss as my arm tightens around her waist as I get up and turn with her legs wrapped around me. “How many nights you were asleep across from me and all I wanted was to have you right here.” Putting a foot in the middle of the bed, and then bending to my knee, placing her on her back in the middle of my bed. Her legs are on the sides of my hips as I touch her face, burying my cock to the hilt inside of her. Feeling the heat of her pussy. “Been dreaming of this moment for seven years.” I pull out of her and then slide back in. “Seven fucking years,” I repeat in a hiss as I pull back out. “Waited to see those eyes.” I bend to kiss the middle of her heaving chest and move my head to her other nipple. “Eyes that haunted me.” I move my lips lower, my cock slipping out of her. I grab her tits in my hands, playing with her nipples. “Hated myself for always thinking about you.” I move up to kiss her lips, her hands going to the sides of my face. “But couldn’t help it.”
I move my lips down, licking her nipple on my way down to her stomach. “Nate,” she moans my name. “God.” She arches her back when I nip her side. “It’s always been you,” she says as I move up and grip the backs of her thighs and push her legs back. “Always been you I come back to in my mind.” She gets on her elbows as my tongue slides into her pussy, and her taste on my tongue is what heaven must fucking taste like. All of her is what dying and going to heaven feels like. Her hand runs through my hair as my tongue moves from her pussy to her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and then sliding two fingers into her. “Nate,” she moans as my fingers move and I suck her clit. I wait for her to almost come before I slide my fingers out of her and lick up and down her slit, moving my mouth side to side when I get to her clit. “I’m going to—”
“No, you’re not,” I counter, moving over her now, gripping my cock in my hand. “Going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please,” she pants out, “fill me up.” My mouth slams onto hers as she sucks my tongue like she would suck my cock. “Fuck me like you wanted to all these years,” she urges.
I rub my cock up and down her slit. “If I do that,” I tell her, sliding in, “I’ll break you in two.”
She smirks. “Don’t make promises your cock can’t keep.” She moves her legs back and tilts her hips, making me sink deeper in her.
My hands grip the mattress, and I give it to her. I pull out and slam into her over and over again, each thrust as hard as I can. She contracts on my cock each time, until I can’t take it anymore. I fuck her faster than I ever did before. Harder than I did all those years ago, but she pushes me each time.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She lifts her hips. “All these years,” she pushes, “and that’s all you’ve got.” She moans out the last word as she comes on my cock. Her pussy gushing with wetness.
I get back on my knees and throw her legs over my shoulders. “My turn,” I grit between clenched teeth, “you get to decide though.”
“Hard,” she states as I grip her side and slam her onto my cock.
“Pussy or mouth?” I ask her. “Where do you want my cum.”
“Where do you want me to take it?” She barely can get the words out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I slam into her over and over again.
It happens so fast, I don’t even have a chance to decide. “Fuck,” I hiss out when my balls tighten and my cum shoots into her. “Pussy this time,” I say between clenched teeth, “mouth next time.” I fuck her until I have nothing else to give. Her legs fall down from my shoulders onto the bed beside my hips.
I collapse on top of her, her arms and limbs wrapping me up as I turn on my side. “Well”—I move her hair from the side of her face—“that was some way to have a conversation.” She giggles as she buries her face into my neck. “I think we both used our mouths with perfection.”
“I think so,” I agree, “but just to make sure, I’m going to have to fuck your mouth again one more time.”
“As long as it ends with you fucking my brains out.” She moves her leg over my hip, then she gasps, “We didn’t use protection.”
My head snaps up. “Oh shit.” I look at her and then down at our naked bodies. “Fuck, I didn’t even—”
“I,” she starts to say, “it’s been a while.”
“Same,” I tell her.
“I hope these sheets are clean,” she says and I laugh.
“This is the first time I’ve had sex in this bed and in this house. That is with another person. I’ve had sex with myself daily, twice daily since you’ve been here.”
“You’ve never had sex on this bed?” I slide out of her and turn to get off the bed.
“No.” I shake my head, looking down at her on her side, holding her head up with her fist. “Bought this bed and moved into the house, I don’t know, it just never was—”
“The last time I had sex was three years ago,” she confides to me and I hold out my hand for her as she takes it and moves off the bed to stand in front of me.
“So, we’re both clean,” I tell her. “Are you on—”
“Of course, I’m on the pill.”
“Then we’re good.” With her hand in mine, I pull her closer to me. “Time to take a shower and then get something to eat.”
“How about we eat and then shower?” She tilts her head to the side, the hair that was piled on to the top of her head now sideways, half of it hanging out. “We can order pizza.”
“Okay, I’ll go get cleaned up,” I tell her. “Then I’ll order you pizza.”
“Or”—she smirks—“you order pizza and then we both get cleaned up.”
“Or you get the shower started and I’ll come and join you after I order the pizza.”
She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses my neck. “You got it.”
I walk out of the bedroom and head downstairs, grabbing my phone from my jacket pocket and pulling up the app to order pizza, but instead opting for a couple of burgers. Besides, it is what will take the most amount of time to get here. I place the order and see I have forty-seven minutes before the food should arrive.
Walking back up the steps, I walk into the room, heading straight to the bathroom. The sound of the shower fills the room, and I can see the door is steamed over from the heat. Opening the shower door, I catch her sitting on the bench facing me. Her hair is wet and hanging down around her shoulders, droplets of water coating her body. My eyes trail from hers down to her one leg that’s propped up on the bench, but what my eyes are fixated on is her fingers moving in and out of her.
“Started without you.” She moves her fingers out of her and then moves her hand up to her clit where she rubs it side to side and then back again into her. “Hope you don’t mind,” she says and I step into the shower and walk to her. “This bench is the perfect height,” she notes, gripping my cock that is at half-mast, “for you to fuck my face.” The water cascades around me, as her mouth swallows my cock.
My head falls back as I take in her hot mouth around my cock, my hips moving on their own as my hand comes up to hold her head. She stops sucking my cock and I look back down at her. “It’s better when you watch me swallow your cock.” She winks at me. “See how far I can take you down my throat.” She moves her hand down the shaft as she tries to take it all in her mouth.
“You going to make me hit the back of your throat?” I ask her as she nods her head. “Elizabeth,” I groan her name when she sucks as deep as she can and then lets my cock go to suck one of my balls in her mouth. I step away from her, my cock in my hand. “I’m close,” I tell her, “and I want to paint your tits with it.” She squeezes her tits, and I let go of my cock, stepping close to her. “Play with my cock,” I tell her as she grips my cock with her hand, while keeping the other inside herself. Both my hands come up to play with her nipples and she moans as soon as I roll them between my two fingers. “How many fingers you have inside you?”
“Two,” she says, her hands moving in sync, “and I’m close.”
“How close?” I ask her and she moans when I pinch her nipples harder than before.
“Now,” she declares and she moves her hands frantically and it’s all I need for me to follow her. She feels my cock jerk in her hand and she aims my release for her tits. She lets me go when she’s squeezed every drop from me. “That was”—she stands and then quickly sits back down—“one way to do it.” She tries again, this time pushing me out of the way so she can wash my cum off of her. “Next time”—she looks over her shoulder, grabbing my body wash—“your mouth better be on mine.’”
I hug her and bend my head to kiss her. My tongue sliding in with hers, and twenty minutes later we’re both getting out of the shower. The burgers are the perfect decision, and that night when I slide into bed, she is right there beside me.
I don’t know what time I open my eyes, but the minute I do I hear the sound of the beep coming from the front door. I look toward the bedroom door, wondering if I’m hearing things. There are two people who know the code to the front door and both those people are the men in her life. One is her brother and the other is her father, neither of them I think would be cool with her walking out of my bedroom.
“What is that noise?” she mumbles from beside me, her back to me, the sheet and cover up to her neck hiding her nakedness.
The door opens and I fly out of bed. “Hello,” Joshua’s voice shouts from the front door.
Elizabeth is out of my bed in a nanosecond, and she looks over at me. “Oh my God,” she mouths, searching through the covers for the pajamas she wore to bed but quickly rid herself of as soon as I felt them.
“Is anyone up?” Joshua asks up the steps as I grab the pair of basketball shorts from the floor at the same time she is shimmying her panties on and then her tank top. “Hey, Whiskey.” I hear the sound of the thumping of Whiskey’s tail on the wall and I know Joshua is rubbing his neck.
“I’m going to go out,” I mouth the words with no sounds, “get him in the kitchen.”
She finally finds her shorts and holds up a thumb to me, as I walk out of the room, thinking this is not the way I wanted to wake up this morning. “Hey,” I say when I get to the top of the stairs and I walk down to Joshua. “What’s up?” I run my hands through my hair.
“Not much, on my way over to my parents’ and thought I would swing by and check that you two didn’t kill each other.” He laughs and I pretend laugh with him. She did almost kill me, I’m about to tell him, but it was with her mouth and not her hands.
“Yeah,” I mumble, “I think she’s still sleeping.” I walk away from the door, and when I get to the kitchen, I look over to see that he’s followed me. “Do you want a coffee?” I ask him and he nods as he walks over to the door and opens it for Whiskey.
“I have to head to my parents,” he looks at his watch, “But I’ll have one quick. I also want to remind you two that we have to get going though, it’s the joint bachelor and bachelorette party tonight.”
“Ugh,” I hear and turn to see Elizabeth has put on a pair of pants and a big shirt, definitely not what she’s been wearing these last couple of days. “I’ve about fucking had it with this wedding shit,” she complains, walking to the stool and pulling it out sitting on it, she looks at me. “Good morning.”
