Chapter 21
Christmas Eve morning while Mychal and I drink our coffee, mine decaf of course, my thoughts are on tonight. It has been a tradition since I moved out of dad’s house to always spend Christmas Eve with him and wake up in my old room Christmas morning. We have our own little celebration before heading to the Hartley’s, continuing our celebration with them. With things being different this year, I am not sure what is supposed to happen now. I don’t want to let my dad down, but I cannot see myself sleeping well without Mychal.
Reaching over and grabbing my hand, he interrupts my thoughts. “What has you thinking so hard? If you keep it up, I swear I am going to see smoke coming from your ears soon.”
Looking up, I squeeze his hand and smile. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking about tonight.”
“What about it?”
“I don’t know… it’s just I’ve always spent the night at dad’s Christmas Eve… and, well I’m just not sure what the plans are for tonight. I mean, I hate the thought of him spending it alone but…”
“He won’t be alone.” He says with a gleam in his eye. “I know your tradition, and I’d never take that from you or your dad.”
“But…” I begin and he quickly stops me.
“But nothing. Baby, I knew you would feel torn, not knowing what to do.” He hesitates only a moment before continuing. “So, I called your dad yesterday. Turns out he wasn’t sure what the plan would be either. We talked for a few and agreed that you would want to be in two places at once.” At my blush, he grins. “And obviously we were right. Piper, we love you… and after our little chat we agreed, if you are good with it of course, we would just start a new tradition.”
The confusion must be apparent on my face, before I ask, he explains. “You and I will both go and spend Christmas Eve with your dad, he is actually expecting us in a couple hours.”
“Mychal…” I say with tears burning my eyes.
Pulling me into his arms he goes on. “We will spend Christmas Eve with him. We will stay at his place tonight, and we will give him our gift in the morning... in his house, in front of his tree… just like we should.” He places a tender kiss on my forehead. “And then we will head over to my parents’ house to continue the festivities, just like always. See Baby, you don’t have to over think things, okay? You’ve got me. I would do anything to put a smile on your face and make you happy. You and me? We’ve got this.”
“I can’t believe you called my dad for me. Thank you.”
“Anything for you. Now, finish your coffee…” his lips lift into a crooked grin “… I want you to come shower with me before we go. I need to be with you now because there is no way I’m touching you at your dad’s.” He finishes on a laugh.
“Yeah? Are you sure you’ll be able to control yourself all night?” I tease before taking my mug to the sink.
“Hmmm… I don’t think I have much choice.” He shakes his head and winks. “You are loud, and I still think your dad will shoot me.”
“Oh, my god! I am not that bad, Mychal!” I deny but knowing he is right, I feel the flush creep up my face.
“You are.” His eyes shine with humor. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.” After giving me a quick wink, he turns, heading for the bedroom… I willingly follow.
Our shower is slow, sensual. We take our time washing, caressing one another. By the time the water runs cold, we are temporarily sated. I hope this passion we feel each time we make love never goes away. I don’t know that I could survive. I truly believe this man was created just for me, our hearts fit together perfectly.
When we arrive at dad’s, he seems genuinely happy that Mychal is here with me. At first, I was worried he only agreed so that I would still come, and things would feel awkward. I could not have been more wrong, leaving me relieved. It feels right, as if this is how things are meant to be.
“Hey kiddo, time to turn on ‘A Christmas Story’.” Dad tells me as I walk back into the living room, carrying a tray full of cheese, sausage, and crackers. This movie and these snacks are a staple in our holiday tradition. Every year, for 24 hours, they play a marathon of this movie… and it is the only thing you will find us watching during that time. I am sure we both could recite it word for word.
“Perfect!” I respond excitedly, while handing them both plates for their snacks. “You’ve watched this before, haven’t you?” I ask Mychal.
“Ralphie and the bunny pajamas?” He laughs. “Only about a million times. I love it!”
“That’s good, I may have had to ask you to leave if you didn’t like it.” Dad jokes.
We settle in for an evening of fun, laughter, and chatting. I could not have asked for a better night. We catch up on how things are going in each other’s lives, while avoiding dampening the mood by bringing up topics having to do with Drake and Tara. For that I am grateful.
After the credits roll for the second time, dad calls it a night. “I love you kids. Don’t stay up too late. We have an early morning, and Santa won’t come until you are asleep.” He grins.
Standing to hug him, I laugh. “Goodnight, dad. I love you, and thanks… for everything.”
He winks at me when Mychal tells him to have a goodnight, then turns toward his room leaving us alone.
“How are you feeling?” He asks as I snuggle into his side.
“I couldn’t be better. Tonight, having you here with us was absolutely perfect.” Leaning in to kiss his cheek, he turns so our lips connect. The kiss begins innocently, but soon becomes much more intense. When I moan, he pulls back with a satisfied smirk.
“That is just so wrong.” I quietly pout. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Laughing at me, he runs his hand along the curve of my back making me shiver. “It wasn’t intentional… at first.” He grabs my hand, moving it over his erection, “Besides, do you honestly, think you are the only one that will be suffering?” He groans.
I roll my eyes before saying, “It’s your fault.” I continue to rub my hand along his length he has hidden behind his jeans. I should not be making out with my boyfriend on my dad’s couch, I know this; but a part of me is excited by it. Almost as if I am living out those teenage fantasies, finally. By this point, I am rubbing myself against him, kissing his neck, while his hands explore. “Is this what is considered dry fucking?” I whisper, laughing.
“We cannot be doing this. Not out here, not in this house.” Sitting up, he rubs his hands over his face and through his hair.
“Did I do something wrong?” I hesitantly ask before chewing on my bottom lip.
Reaching over, he gently runs his thumb across my mouth, causing me to stop. “Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. What would your dad do if he came back out here for something? That would not be cool… and I really do not want to get shot on Christmas Eve.”
“Oh, my god! Are you serious? You don’t want to make out with me because you are afraid we will get caught? We aren’t kids, Mychal.” Giggling, I shake my head.
“No, I’m not afraid we will get caught. I am afraid I will get shot if we do get caught; there is a HUGE difference!” He says defensively. I don’t know if he is serious or not, he has however succeeded in making me laugh hysterically. “I’m glad I amuse you. You won’t be laughing when I bend you over my knee.” He says licking his lips.
At his words, I have to squeeze my thighs together. “Fuck, Mychal. You can’t say things like that and expect me not to be turned on. I may not survive tonight.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” His husky voice is right at my ear. “Just think, if only we could keep things quiet… I could help you out.”
Beyond needing relief, I desperately plea, “You have an SUV. We could always use the back seat.”
He seems to find my suffering humorous. “I am not going to fuck you in your dad’s driveway. Come on, lets go to bed.” I take his hand, standing with a huff. My hormones are raging, and I am getting upset. Dragging me towards my room, he looks over his shoulder and whispers, “I have an idea that may get us both some relief until tomorrow.”
“Yeah? What do you have in mind since you are so worried I will be loud and get you shot?” My voice oozes sarcasm.
“I am going to spank the hell out of you and fuck that smart mouth when we get home.” He muses before pulling me into a rough kiss. He quickly, but silently leads us into my old room, locking the door behind us. “Better yet, I will fuck that mouth tonight while you ride my face.”
Undressing me slowly, he allows his words to sink in. We have never done this before. New always equals exciting, but it also equals loud. “Mychal, are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask fidgeting with my hands.
“You were ready to fuck me on the couch; now you have doubts?” After stripping down to his boxer briefs, he attacks my neck. Making his way to my ear, he whispers, “You have no choice but to stay quiet… besides, your mouth will be full of my dick, that should help muffle it.”
“I’m sorry, I know you were being sexy, but I can’t help it.” I say as I laugh.
“I can’t believe you are laughing at me.” Placing his hands on his hips, he shakes his head… humor filling his eyes. “Besides, you will need the practice; as much as I love you screaming my name… once the baby gets here…” he lets the sentence trail off.
My eyes bulge out, I had not even considered this. We are in trouble! Wanting to ease the tension, he decides the time for talking has passed. His hand is in my hair, his tongue in my mouth. He walks backwards until he reaches the bed. Only then does he pull back, allowing his mouth to further explore my body. My knees go weak, and I place my hands on his shoulders for support. When his eyes lift to mine, I see the love and passion they exude. I give him a gentle nudge to move back on the bed, letting him know I am ready.
Once he is comfortably centered in the bed, I crawl in slowly. When I grab the waistband of the only clothing separating us, he lifts his hips, allowing me to slide them off. My mouth begins to water almost instantly. Leaning in, I lick my lips before placing a kiss on the swollen head of his dick. He moans, and I look at him with a smile.
“Bring that sweet pussy here, Baby.”
My tongue leisurely makes a path up his body until I am nibbling at his earlobe. His chest rumbles with every moan. He gently pushes me back, letting me know he is ready. When I go to turn around, he stops me. “Just straddle my face for now.” I start to object, but he pulls me toward him.
Oral sex with Mychal is nothing new, and nothing short of amazing. Until now, I have always been on my back or standing. I carefully place a knee on either side of his head, feeling a bit shy. Sensing this, he grabs my hips, then slides his hands down, gripping my ass. I gasp when he pulls me forward. My pussy is now centered over his mouth. He takes in the sight of me, then his eyes move to mine, where the stay… watching me, watching him. I watch as his tongue slides over my slit to flick over my swollen nub. My hand instantly finds his hair in an attempt to ground myself. Moving of their own accord, my hips rock to the pace and rhythm Mychal has set. When he unleashes his masterful tongue on me, everything else ceases to exist. My mind is lost in our world of pure bliss. Knowing I am close, I bring one of his hands to my mouth wanting to muffle what I know is to come. My lips part, he slides three of his thick fingers into my waiting mouth. I feel wave after wave hitting me while I suck on his fingers. The pleasure seems endless. He continues to lick and suck, lapping up my release until my body has calmed slightly.
More than ready for him, I turn and position myself wanting to give him relief. My hands glide softly over his chest and stomach. Once I reach my prize, I lean in to taste the precum beading at his tip. Gripping him at his base, I lower my mouth over him, unhurriedly. I want to savor every second. Once he reaches the back of my mouth, I push further, craving all of him. Swallowing around him, he easily glides into my throat where I keep him until I need air. He groans when I pull back. The suction makes a pop sound as my mouth releases him; I grin before repeating my previous motions.
The moment he begins working his hips, fucking my mouth, he also starts to ravage my pussy again. Suddenly starved for me. His hands roughly squeeze my ass. Spreading my cheeks, before his fingers make their way to my entrance… circling before plunging inside, forcing me to moan around his dick. His fingers fuck my pussy with the same momentum his dick fucks my mouth. I know if he keeps this up it will not be long before I shatter, and I want nothing more than to take him with me. I work my mouth harder, faster.
I stiffen momentarily when I feel one of his fingers move to the pucker of my ass, coating it with my juices. “Relax Baby, don’t stop.” He says while continuing to massage my asshole. My nervousness subsides to pleasure. As I begin to move again, he slowly pushes his finger inside me. With his tongue working my clit, and all my holes now being fucked by him… the fullness is overwhelming, but I love it.
In a matter of moments, his hips begin moving erratically and I know he is just as close as I am. My moans vibrate over him. His voice is raspy when he says, “Baby, I need you with me… I can’t hold off much longer.” Not willing to take my mouth from him to tell him I am already there, I show him. Sliding one hand down to massage his nuts, I suck harder. Just as I feel myself release, he moans and his hot bursts of cum shoot down my throat. I suck him until he is dry, swallowing every drop.
Once, my aftershocks subside, I roll off him, lying in my childhood bed completely sated. We lie there for a few moments… before deciding to grab a shower.
Both clean again after our showers, separate of course, we settle in for the evening. Mychal is rubbing his hand along my arm as I rest my head on his chest. “Did that satisfy you?” He asks, I can hear his smile.
“Definitely.” I sleepily respond. “Was I quiet enough?” I joke. “Oh, wait. I must have been… Dad didn’t bust through the door with his gun.”
He tickles my side, making me giggle. “All right, smartass. Yes, you did good, Baby… now get some sleep. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mychal.”