As he pulls away, I remember the point at dinner where he looked sad. “Hey, earlier when we started eating, what was wrong?”
“You saw that, huh?” he replies. Sighing, he stands up and paces the room. “I haven’t had a meal like that since before my mother ran off. It just tasted like home, is all. Before everything got so screwed up.”
His explanation melts my heart. I couldn’t imagine being alone my entire life like he was. Never getting to feel the warmth of a family dinner or even a home-cooked meal. I assume his father always did takeout.
I stand and join him, throwing my hands around his neck and kissing him on my tiptoes. This time, there’s a lot of emotion behind his lips. It draws me in, and before I know it, we are lying on the bed making out.
It’s something I never was able to do when living here because my dad would never allow me to have a boy in my room. I feel like I’m sneaking around, and it’s exhilarating.
After a few minutes, I can feel myself wanting to push things further, but this would be the worst place to get caught, so I pull away. “We should probably get back downstairs before they come looking for us.”
Jon laughs. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” We stand and make our way downstairs to join the rest of my family. The boys are catching the last few minutes of the game, and my mom is standing, leaning against the wooden doorway, watching with them.
“Thank you all again for the meal and the warm welcome,” Jon says with a smile before turning to me. “I have my car outside. Do you want a ride back to the city?”
Nodding, I accept his offer. I hug my family and thank them again for being nice to Jon before being escorted out to the car. Jon opens the door, and I slide in. The drive home is spent with my head on his shoulder and my fingers interlaced with his.
This has been hands down the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time, and it’s all thanks to Jon showing up and saving the day. But I can’t help but wonder if my family caught on to me as I kept steering the conversation away from work questions.
I don’t have a plan as of yet to tell Jon or my family, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep up with this lie.
24
ELIZABETH
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to do this here?” I ask Jon as he kisses my neck in his locked office. “What if someone hears us?”
Jon pulls away for a moment. “The door is locked and there are only a few people here today. Besides, doesn’t that make things more exciting?”
He does have a point. Being on the verge of getting caught is giving me a rush I’ve never felt before. I decide to give into the feeling. Jon’s hands run down my thighs and grab the bottom hem of my black, pencil skirt before lifting it above my hips.
His hands grip my ass and lift me as he carries me over and sets me down on the edge of his desk. The cool wood sends a chill down my legs. “We have to be quick, though,” I say as I look at the closed door.
“That won’t be a problem,” he replies and slips two fingers inside of me unannounced, causing me to gasp. His free hand covers my mouth as his fingers continue to get me worked up. Having to be quiet on top of staying hidden only intensifies this rush I feel.
My hands reach out and I drop his pants and take his cock in my hands before pulling away from his hand on my mouth. Leaning forward, my tongue teases against his sensitive head as his one hand grabs my shoulder.
He groans as I take his full length into my mouth as my tongue teases the underneath of his erection. His fingers still wriggle inside of me as his hips thrust into my mouth.
He lets out another groan, this one slightly louder than the first and I pull back, sitting up once more.
“I thought you said we had to be quiet?” I tease.
“Hmm,” he says. “Let’s see if you can keep quiet.” His fingers pull out quickly and he grips my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the desk with such force, I nearly yelp from being surprised.
Before I can question anything, he slips his cock deep inside me, and my hand instinctively slaps over my mouth to muffle the moan I let out. He looks back at the door swiftly and then back to me as he thrusts again, rocking the entire desk.
Luckily, it’s new so it doesn’t squeak too loudly. Another thrust into me, followed by another, my head falls back against the wood, slightly hanging over the other side as my hand continues to quiet my noises.
All I want to do is scream his name, let him know how good this feels, but I can’t. Although I don’t care in this moment if anyone can hear or see us. All I want is to feel Jon come undone inside of me.
I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and lift myself back up to face him. He holds onto my shoulders, keeping me up as hegrinds his hips into me. The head of his cock slams into me and while a little rougher than usual, it feels incredible.
So incredible that I am on the verge of orgasming. I can feel myself tightening as it builds up, and he must feel it as well.
“Oh God,” he grunts in a whispered tone. “You’re gripping me so tight.”
His words push my body over that ledge, and I come undone around him. He covers my hand that’s over my mouth because I let out a loud whimper that’s completely involuntary.
