Page 19 of The Naughty List
It makes me feel a little bit like a petulant child, and I want to remind her that I’m nineteen, but I can see the struggle she’s feeling just letting that much slide.
“Thanks. Can I just...go tell him goodnight?”
“Of course,” she says with a sigh.
Grant is leaning up against his RV like he’s waiting for me. I can’t read his expression as I walk toward him, but when my face breaks out in a smile, his does too. Without a word, I ambush him, letting my arms reach around his body to pull me into a strong hug. I love being in his arms, so safe and comfortable.
“I don’t think your mom wants me here anymore,” he says quietly, his lips against my head.
“She said you could stay tonight, but I have to sleep inside.”
“I figured as much.”
“I would have come with you if she kicked you out. It’s Christmas.”
“It’s December 24th,” he replies with a laugh, and I squeeze him tighter. Looking up, I let my gaze settle on his bearded face, the kindness in his eyes, the strength in his brow. Then his lips come down to settle on mine.
“I told her everything,” I say when his kisses move to my cheeks then to the space just below my ear. “I told her about my program, what I really want and we had a good talk. She’s still mad about us, but it’s progress.”
“I’m proud of you, baby.”
His warm, wet mouth on my neck starts to send shockwaves of heat to my belly, and I reluctantly have to pull away before we get something started that we can’t finish.
“I should go inside,” I whisper. My mother isn’t as angry as I thought she’d be and I feel a little lucky for that, and like I don’t want to ruin it.
“I’ll see you in the morning. On Christmas.”
“Okay,” I smile, turning toward the door. For the first time in a long time, I’m excited for Christmas and not because of anything under the tree.
Grant
It’s just about midnight when I hear the footsteps on the gravel outside my RV. The door opens loudly in the otherwise silent room. When I look up, she’s standing in my tiny living room, looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face.
“You just don’t listen,” I whisper, and she smiles. Reclining on my pillow with one arm behind my head, I watch her as she slips out of her shoes and pulls her hoodie over her head. Then she’s crawling across my bed in just her underwear and bra, and I scoop her up, pulling her body under the warm covers with me.
“It’s Christmas,” she whispers.
“Well, then. Merry Christmas.”
I run my hands down her back from her shoulder to her panties, running my fingers under the hem. I slide them down her legs. She shimmies quickly out until she’s naked in my bed. Her hands trace the lines of my pecs down to my abs and the crease that disappears into my boxers.
Then, she’s on her knees, straddling my body and pulling my boxers down. My cock springs free, ready for her.
“Come here,” I whisper, pulling her down so I can kiss her. Her lips are soft, and our kiss grows hungrier and hungrier. She takes my hands and presses them against her breasts, encouraging me to knead them, letting out a sweet mew when I do.
She sits up, letting the Christmas lights outside glow against her skin through the window.
“I want to ride your cock, Grant,” she whispers, and my heart skips a beat. Audrey can take the dirtiest thing and somehow make it beautiful.
“It’s all yours now, baby.”
She bites her lip, looking at me as she shifts her hips back and forth over my length. I suddenly realize that she may have never done this position on top before.
“Have you ever been on top before?”
Still biting her lip, she shakes her head. My cock twitches. This whole weekend, Audrey has been trying to learn to speak up, take what she wants, stop doing what everyone else expects of her. And now what better way to celebrate that than by taking exactly what she wants from me, from my body.
Gently, I lift her hips and align myself at her core. Slowly, she settles herself on my length, and I watch her face as her lips part and her gaze softens. She slides herself down until I’m as deep as I can go, and for a moment she doesn’t move. She’s so warm and tight around me that I want to just hold her here in this spot forever.