Page 167 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
Stop thinking of Brad, I told myself. I would not let Brad ruin this evening. I had come too far to let thoughts of him fuck things up now. I brought my focus back to Cayden. He was grinning at me which was so cute. I wanted to pinch myself because this all seemed like a dream.
“I feel like I’m Channing Tatum in Magic Mike,” he laughed. He undid his belt and began to take off his pants. As he did this, he continued to make eye contact with me.
I laughed as he started to sway his hips like he was a stripper. I could so easily fall in love with the guy if I could let go of my past. I just didn’t know how to do that.
“I cannot believe you’re almost naked in my bed,” he said.
“Believe it or not, I am,” I said. Truthfully, I could not believe I was in his bed, either. He pulled his pants off and stood in front of me in his black boxers. He got into bed next to me and continued where we left off on the couch.
His lips trailed down to my breasts and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked my hard nipple and it caused my pussy to stir with excitement. He softly bit my nipple, and I let out a long groan. The man knew what he was doing.
“Fuck, Cayden, that feels good,” I told him, running my hands through his dark brown hair. I pushed his head closer to my breasts, inviting him to take a bigger mouthful.
As he continued to kiss my breasts, his hand traveled down my stomach to my mound. I had nearly shaved all my hair off that afternoon in an effort to look cleaned up. I left only a thin landing strip. He slipped his hand underneath my black thong and ran his fingers over the hair.
“God, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” He glanced up and wagged his eyebrows.
I panted softly and watched him enjoy simply looking at me.
A few moments later, I moved my knees up, so that my feet were flat on the bed. I spread my legs, letting him know that I was ready for him to go further. He slid my thong off, leaving me completely naked. Still with his mouth on my breast, he began to gently slide one of his fingers in and out of my wet slit. He was doing it slowly, teasing me.
“Faster,” I said, a little surprised by the authority in my voice. Never had I talked to Brad like that. I had honestly never been allowed to.
He stopped nibbling my breasts and looked up at me and smiled. He sat up straighter, abandoning my tits to put all his focus on my need. He put another finger inside of me, moving them both in and out rapidly.
“Like this, sexy girl?” he asked and growled a little.
I nodded eagerly. My pussy wrapped around his fingers, and I couldn’t help but grind against his palm. My breasts bounced up and down and the fire lighting in my stomach was so damn good.
“Work yourself against me, Tiffany. Take anything you need,” Cayden said.
Something washed over me that was not pleasure. Worry.
I wanted to believe that he was there because he wanted to be, but there was a nagging thought that wouldn’t go away. What if it was all a joke? What if he was going to get me to the brink of an orgasm only to kick me out of his room? Before I had any further time to think, Cayden stopped fingering me and removed his two fingers. He grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed.
“Get comfy,” he said, handing me the pillow. I put it under my neck, elevating my head so I could see the show that he was about to put on. I suddenly became very nervous. Brad had never wanted to go down on me. He told me that it was gross, but he had never turned down a blowjob. I had never had an orgasm from oral sex before. What if Cayden was grossed out? What if I couldn’t come from oral sex?
Breathe, I told myself as Cayden headed back down toward my pussy as he licked the side of my mouth.
As he repositioned himself, I noticed the giant bulge in his boxers. His cock might have been too big. Was that possible? I needed to know what it felt like inside of me, but a mild wave of panic had me worrying that we were in for a comedy of errors.
He slipped two fingers back inside of me, as he positioned himself to go down on me. I was nervous. No one had ever kissed me there before. I had wanted Brad to, but he never followed up with my request. I had seen it in porn that I had masturbated to, and it always looked like it would feel great. I would soon find out.
With his fingers inside of me, Cayden leaned down and began to kiss my clit. His lips softly began to suck on my clit as he continued to finger fuck me. He sucked my clit for a few seconds, before removing his fingers. He began at the top of my pussy and licked all the way down, stopping at my ass. I groaned as he used his fingers to spread my pussy lips further open. The strong press of his tongue darting in and out of my opening had me quivering.
“Please don’t stop,” I managed to blurt out.
My orgasm built higher and higher inside of me. Was it okay to come in his face? Fuck. I didn’t know how this was supposed to happen.
And I was in such a vulnerable position, but there was no way I was going to be able to hold back when the time came, and it was coming, fast.
I groaned and gave myself over to it. Fuck it. I had figure it out. I gripped my nipple and tugged a little with one hand, and let the other run through Cayden’s hair, pushing him deeper into my wet need.
His tongue moved faster and faster, swirling around my clit and going in and out of my pussy. His index finger was making circles around my ass. My ass had never been played with before, but I loved the feeling. I ground against Cayden’s face harder. I wanted his tongue deeper and, I wanted his finger in my ass.
“Tell me what you want, Tiffany,” he whispered against my sloppy wet slit. “Say it.”
“My ass,” I mumbled before whimpering. Had I really just said that shit to him? Out loud?
