Seventeen.
Nick
Joy’s wide, bloodshot eyes stare at me and I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” she gasps. “I am so, so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to! I just wanted a stress-treat and I came down here to call my dad and see how he was doing and, and…”
“Hey, hey.” I try to calm her down, taking her hand in mine. I give it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay. It was an accident.”
“What do I do?” she asks, now gripping my hand in both of hers. “I’ve never been high before. Am I high right now? I can’t tell. My mouth is dry and my head is a bit swimmy, but how do you know if you’re high when you’re already high? Oh, no. How long is it going to last? ”
At her rapid fire of questions, I chuckle. “Relax. It shouldn’t last more than a few hours.” Then I pause. “How much did you say you ate again?”
Her eyes are suspiciously glossy as she sniffles, “It’s not funny.”
I try to suppress my grin and fail miserably.
“Stop smiling,” she pouts, teary-eyed.
“I’m sorry.” I chuckle. “But I promise, you’ll be fine.”
She gives me the most miserable, scared, adorable look and I can’t stand the thought of her being upset over something this silly. “Here, I’ll even join you.” I grab the half-eaten brownie between us and pop it into my mouth.
Joy scrambles to sit up, reaching out to my mouth with a stuttering cry, “Nick!”
I throw my head back and laugh, chewing the oversized mouthful. “You said,” I say between chews, “you didn’t want to do this alone, remember?”
For the first time since I found her half-baked, she cracks a smile. “But I ate one and a half brownies. That was only half of one,” she says, in such a way it feels like a challenge.
And I’ve never been one to back down from a dare before.
I get up and retrieve another of my father’s medically laced marijuana brownies and shove the entire thing in my mouth. “Hm?” I mumble, spreading my arms wide as Joy giggles. I swallow and grin. “Now we’re even.”
Joy’s laughter continues as she asks, “So now what?”
“We just don’t talk like we used to. Ever since my mom and Dan got married, it’s been weird, you know? And Emmett hardly answers my calls anymore,” Joy tells me from our spot on the floor in the main living room.
I’m not sure how we ended up in here. Possibly sidetracked from trying to make it upstairs, but I’m not complaining. We’re lying flat on our backs beside the fireplace, our heads positioned under the too-large-for-words Christmas tree my family somehow got in here, staring up into the thousands of sparkling lights and shimmering ornaments. A kaleidoscope of holiday spirit.
It’s beautiful.
Almost as beautiful as her .
I watch Joy as she gazes above, not realizing that I’ve been staring at her since she began talking about her family and the life she left behind in California.
“So when you called,” she continues, “it was perfect timing. I didn’t have to sleep in an airport or…spend Christmas alone.”
My chest warms at her words—not the weed. I’m pretty sure, anyhow.
“Your brother sounds like a dick,” I say.
“Maybe it’s me.” She shrugs. “Maybe I expect too much from people.”
I roll on my side to face her fully, propping up on my elbow to gaze down at her gorgeous face illuminated in a soft glow. “Wanting to spend time with someone you love isn’t asking for too much. If anything, it’s the bare minimum. ”
Her face turns toward mine and a flash of heat grips my core at the sight of her pillowy lips. It’d be so easy to lean in and kiss—
“Are you a breast guy?”
My brain rattles trying to catch up. “A what?”
“Boobs,” she says, grabbing her own and filling her hands the way I did last night. “Do you like them?”
Hers? Hell yeah!
I clear my throat, shifting in my pants as I stare at how her breasts overflow her smaller hands. They were a perfect fit in mine, I recall. Full and soft. My cock grows with the memory. My hands flexing. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I mean, what guy doesn’t?”
She hums, rolling on her side to face me. “I always took you for an ass guy.”
I subtly shift my now aching dick at full attention. “Why’s that?” I manage to choke out.
“Because.” She lifts a shoulder casually. “You always stare at mine.”
I groan at the oversensitive feeling of precum sliding down the crown of my cock and fall away from her and onto my back. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Joy shifts closer, her brow furrowed, eyes still red and bloodshot. She props herself up to peer down at me, tendrils of wavy brown locks shape her face. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I remember why I don’t do edibles now,” I groan, the urge to take myself in hand is becoming painfully necessary .
“Why?” she asks. Her gaze shifts lower to what my hands are attempting to block from view. “Oh.” She takes in the sight of my tented crotch. The flannel pants I grabbed are proving to be a poor choice.
To my surprise, she places a hand on my chest, drifting south on delicate fingertips. “Joy,” I breathe as her hand slips beneath the waistband to wrap around my erection. “Fuck.” My head falls as she gives my length a few tentative strokes.
“Is this okay?” she whispers, leaning over to kiss the corner of my mouth.
Her grip tightens and I grunt. My hand finds the back of her head, bringing her mouth to mine. She pumps my cock as we kiss, and as her tongue dances with mine, she slowly pulls away.
I am a panting, heaving mess watching as she slides down my body until she’s sitting, perched between my thighs, tugging my pants to free my weeping erection.
I’m so fucking hard right now it’s laughable.
“Joy…” I want to tell her she doesn’t need to, that I don’t expect anything from her, but all that comes out is her name in the sound of a near plea.
I stare in awe as the head of my cock disappears between her lips. Her hot mouth sucking me in with hollowed cheeks. I throw my head back at the sensation as she pumps my length with her hand in time with her mouth. She continues to take more and more and more of me until I’m hitting the back of her throat and she swallows, sending bolts of pleasure through my veins .
“Goddamn, baby,” I moan. “Fuck.”
She hums around the girth of me—sucking me in and fucking her face with my cock. Pumping and sucking and fuuuck . I reach out, threading my fingers through her hair, urging her to keep going just like this.
My hips buck as she deepthroats my dick. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” I growl. “You suck my cock so fucking good, angel.”
Pretty, hazel eyes peer into mine. And when she moans around me, I know I’m a goner unless we want this to continue. I jerk my hips back, leaving her hot mouth with a sloppy, wet pop. I grip my pulsing cock.
Joy bites her lip, her gaze heated as she stands. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties. Painfully slow, she slides them down her creamy thighs.
I want my cum dripping down those thighs . I want to see it. I crave it. I want to fill her up again and again. Over and over until her legs are shaking and her pussy is swollen. I want a piece of me inside of her for days .
She steps over me, lowering her core onto me. The glisten of her arousal catches the light just so and precum pools at the tip of my dick. “Get on,” I growl.
I watch with avid eyes as my cock disappears inside her—one thick inch at a time. Her legs tremble once I’m fully seated and I take her by the hips, guiding her into a slow, steady bounce. Her hands are pressed against my lower abdomen to hold her position. Several pumps of her tight cunt around me and she’s dripping wet. My cock glistens with her juices under the warm glow of the Christmas tree. Stunning .
She starts to ride me then. Bouncing on my cock with breathy gasps of my name, I reach between us. My thumb finds her swelling, wet clit. “Right there,” she moans, picking up the pace. Her nails start to dig into my chest and the mixture of pain and her pussy tightening around me have me teetering on the edge.
Her legs start to shake and her momentum slows into jerky movements as she drops onto my length—seated to the hilt. Her core pulses and flutters, gripping me as I rub her clit and pull an orgasm out of her that sends me tumbling over the edge with her.
My muscles tense at the sensation as the buildup of my release passes the point of no return. “Fuck, baby,” I groan. My cock pumps as I fill her. Joy’s name on my lips.
She sags over me, panting and smiling. I chuckle, aiming to get up and—
I don’t have a chance to recover before my length is free from her warm heat and something wet touches the sensitive head of my dick. I stare down as Joy runs the length of her tongue along the underside of me—our combined cum collecting between her lips as she slowly circles the creamy crown with her tongue.
She sits back on her heels, batting her lashes like a fucking vixen—as if she didn’t just rock my whole world. I’m speechless.
The sound of descending footsteps, however, has both of us scrambling to tuck my cock into my pants and grab a nearby throw. We sit beside the fireplace under the cover of the blanket—Joy’s naked lower half hidden from view—appearing as if we weren’t doing anything reckless in the family room under the Christmas tree.
When no one seems to be coming this way, I tug Joy sideways onto my lap. Wanting—no, needing her close.
“We should get to bed,” she says softly, wrapping her arms low around my chest. She lays her head on my shoulder and I hold her against me, not finding it in me to leave this moment.
“Five more minutes.”