Page 18 of Stuffing His Stocking

I’ma little embarrassed to admit it, but today has been pretty great. Who knew baking cookies and binge-watching Christmas movies could actually be this much fun? Although I think it’s less to do with the activities and more to do with the present company.

Ever since yesterday and that almost kiss, there’s been an underlying tension between me and Liv. Last night at dinner, I caught her staring at me a few times, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and look too much into it. But if I had my doubts before, I’d say they were cleared up after she kissed me in the kitchen this afternoon.

When I agreed to come here, I had every intention of keeping my distance, thinking it would be ridiculous for me to act on my feelings. But now that I know she’s interested in me too, I’m throwing that plan out the window. The trick will be keeping it a secret from her mom. I have no idea what Carol would think about me and Liv being together, but that’s something I’m not ready to find out. At least not until I know if this will even work.

We’re halfway throughHome Alonewhen Carol rises from the loveseat and starts to gather up the pizza boxes.

“Mom, just leave it. We’ll take care of it,” Liv promises from her seat beside me on the couch. Her thick thigh keeps brushing against mine beneath the blanket we’re sharing.

“Are you sure, honey? I can carry these into the kitchen on my way to bed.”

I beat Liv to a response. “You’ve done enough for one day. We can clean this up.”

Carol walks over to us and stands behind the sofa. “You’re good kids. Don’t stay up too late.”

“We’re adults, Mom, and Dylan is almost thirty.” Liv laughs, but I think it’s nice having someone fuss over me.

“I don’t care what age you are. I’m still older than both of you.” Carol leans over and kisses the top of Liv’s head. When she does the same to me, my heart melts and my cheeks heat while I struggle to suppress a pleased grin. “Good night. Don’t forget we’re getting up early to head into the city for some shopping.” And with that, I hear her fuzzy sock-covered feet pad out of the room.

I turn my head to find Liv staring at me with a smile. “What?” I ask her.

“Nothing. I’m just glad you’re here.” She shrugs. “It’s been a good day.”

“It has. It’s made me see what life is like when you have a real family.”

Her mouth suddenly twists.

“Don’t feel sorry for me, honey. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had a good life, and I’ve been more fortunate than I deserve.”

Liv nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

“You wanna finish the movie or head up to bed?”

She tugs her pillowy lower lip between her teeth. “Let’s finish it.” From the look in her eyes, I’m not sure if she’s talking about the movie or what we started earlier today. But I’m game for both.

We sink into the cushions, and she subtly nudges closer. I may not be the smartest guy, but I’m not completely daft and I can tell she’s into me. I wrap an arm around her and pull her into my side, enjoying the feel of her softness against the hard planes of my muscles. I’m brushing my thumb up and down her armwhen she shifts in her seat and spreads out her legs. She rests her palm high on my thigh and begins lightly stroking my jeans with the tips of her fingers.

“Be careful, honey. Don’t start something you don’t want me to finish.” This is the only warning she’ll get, because if she keeps teasing me like this, I won’t be able to hold back any longer.

“Maybe I want you to finish it,” she replies in a seductive tone. “Maybe I want you to makemefinish.” She tilts her head back to look up at me.

I lean forward, only about an inch or so, holding her gaze and offering her a chance to change her mind. But when she stares at me with a lust-filled expression on her face, I close the short distance between us and press my lips to hers.

Fuck, it feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment and it’s better than I could’ve dreamed. Sparks course through me and awaken every nerve in my body until my heart begins to beat erratically and my dick threatens to bust through my zipper.

I twist my upper body toward her and cup her face in my hands. She grants me entrance into her mouth, and I plunge my tongue inside to get my first taste. She’s sweet and decadent like the gingerbread cookies she ate for dessert, and I imagine what the rest of her body will taste like, especially her pretty little cunt.

Liv clasps my wrists and releases a moan, kissing me back with equal passion. I trail one hand down the front of her body and curse her hoodie for keeping me from caressing all her curves. When I reach the apex of her thighs, she spreads her legs wider and invites me to touch her.

I rub her pussy hard over the thin cotton of her shorts, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. She breaks our kiss on a heated gasp. Then I nip and suck at the delicate column of her throat.

“That feels good,” she pants while rolling her hips against my hand.

“Yeah?” I whisper before scraping my teeth along her earlobe. “Let’s see if I can make it feel better.”

We’re kissing again when she runs her small hands all over my body, touching my chest and arms and stroking the nape of my neck. I slip my fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and go beneath the sheer fabric of her panties until I reach her hot, wet cunt.

“Damn, baby. You that wet for me?”

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