“I need to confirm that …” I pull her pants down to her thighs and groan at the sight of her exposed pussy. My mouth kisses her pelvis and leaves a trail to where I want to be.
Lauren moans as my tongue explores her folds, and I quickly cover her mouth with my hand. We don’t want anyone’s attention.
“You taste like my future favorite meal,” I whisper. “I want to lick you until next Christmas.”
And I don’t think I’ll have enough then.
Lauren moves her body, undulating with the pleasure I’m giving her. Her hands bury themselves in my hair, and she moves her hips to ride my face. It’s so erotic and sensual that I have to calm the eighteen-year-old Silas to avoid coming right now.
“Yes, Silas, there …” she says urgently. Her movements become faster and more frantic, and I move my hand away from her mouth to let her be. I don’t want her to pass out while she comes on my tongue.
Her body tenses, her mouth opens, but there are no sounds, only the sensation of her orgasm from head to toe. When her body relaxes, she looks down and finds me utterly satisfied.
“Lauren Green, getting oral sex at her boss's parents' house—what a scandal! I can't wait for my mother’s friends to find out,” I say, half-joking.
Lauren smiles, but it fades quickly, replaced with a more serious expression.
“It's a joke, Bunny,” I reassure her, licking my lips. “Relax.”
“Why do you keep calling me that? You used to hate me, but now ...” She tries to sit up, but I climb over her, pinning her gently to the bed, keeping her where I need her.
“I never called you that because I hated you, Lauren,” I explain, voice soft but firm. “I called you Bunny because I always thought you were adorable. You reminded me of one—small, quick, but always out of reach. It sounds ridiculous now, I know. But I started collecting ceramic bunnies from around the world. It stuck with me. Until that idiot decided to crack your head open with one.”
Lauren’s eyes widen slightly, and she listens carefully. “When I hear that name, I get scared,” she admits quietly. “I'm afraid you'll become the same Silas Walker from high school.”
Her words hit deeper than I expect, an uncomfortable weight settling over me. Will she ever truly trust me again? It stings more than it should. “I’m really sorry, for everything. I was such an idiot, so blind.” I lower my head, leaving a trail of kisses across her chest, up her neck. “Let me make it up to you, once again,” I whisper against her skin, my voice filled with the kind of hunger and sincerity I wish she could feel as deeply as I do.
“Silas, we can't have sex here.”
“I know. Don't be so dirty-minded, I was just warning you. I wasn't lying when I said I’d eat you until next Christmas.” I flash a devilish grin.
“And I want to do the same for you,” she whispers.
I pause. “Lauren Green,” I say, placing a hand dramatically on mychest, eyes wide in mock surprise. “Who would have thought you were such a kinky girl?”
Lauren smiles mischievously. She unbuttons my jeans and frees my hard cock. It looks big, veined, and angry, ready to feel the warmth of her mouth.
Bunny slides her lips along my cock, and I feel like my eyes are about to pop out of my head. “Shit ...” I groan as I watch her. I grab her hair and guide her, showing her the rhythm I want. “God, Bunny, don't tell me where the hell you learned to give oral sex like this, I don't want to know.”
I bite my lips and focus on her warmth, on her tongue licking me like it's her favorite ice cream.
“Oh, yes ...” I beg. “Yes, Lauren, faster.”
I don’t think I can stop this now—not just what I want to do to her body, but thisthingthat’s bursting inside me. It’s like everything I’ve held back for years is finally breaking free, and there’s no turning back.
I wake up with Lauren in my arms, holding her tightly, like part of me knows she could slip away at any moment. My nose finds its way into her hair, and I breathe in deeply—the same scent as when we were kids. I’m almost certain she still uses the same shampoo. And, of course, it has the same effect—a painfully hard erection. I kiss her neck softly, and she moans sleepily, nuzzling closer as if she just wants to stay wrapped in this moment a little longer.
“No, no, Bunny, it’s time to open the presents,” I whisper into her ear.
She stirs and turns to look at me, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “Merry Christmas, Silas,” she mumbles, her face slightly puffy with pillow marks, and damn, she’s stunning like this.
I press a kiss to her lips, smiling against them. “Merry Christmas, Lauren.”
Last night, after the best oral sex I’ve ever had, Lauren let me play with her body until she fell asleep following her fourth orgasm. My cock was thoroughly disagreeing, but I know we can’t fuck here for several reasons. First, I want it to be in my bed, and second, I want privacy. My brothers are watching my every move like they're running an FBI surveillance operation. So, I’ve got a plan: head back this afternoon and break every traffic law in the book to get her straight to my apartment with her, obviously. Lauren’s body feels warm, still dazed, and for some reason, it drives me crazy. I kiss her neck slowly and caress her right breast while she moans and bites her lips.
“Can I have you like this a little longer?”
Damn, I feel like I might start rubbing against her leg like a horny dog any moment now.
