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Thanksgiving was coming around the corner in Jackson which meant your boyfriend's parents were going to host a big dinner for the whole family. You were always invited to their family events. The Millers were a welcoming bunch, always inviting you to the family gatherings and festivities. You didn't mind. Your parents didn't do much celebrating and your family was much smaller than your boyfriend's. Luke, said boyfriend, had told you to dress nice. Nothing too fancy, just something to get a little dolled up for the holidays.
You liked Luke's family, his parents were nice, his grandparents caring. You always had a good time with his family, they treated you like one of their own. Especially Luke's grandfather, Tommy. He was rather spirited for his age, always poking fun at the younger members of his family, charming the other ladies in Jackson.
Tommy was a kind man, a man who liked to help out where he could even in his older days. Now with his knee and one blind eye, he manages what he can with the simple chores. Usually he hung around the stables tending to the horses. Since his Maria passed some years ago, he's been keeping himself busy and doing his best not to let past events drag him down. He was an admirable man, resilient and tough while still holding onto that sweet smile of his.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive. He looked good for his age, kept in shape, knew when to crack a joke to get you smiling with him. What was there not to love? The fact that he was three times your age didn't alter the way you perceived at him. If anything, it made him more appealing. Sure it might've been taboo, and if you ever told Luke his grandfather was hot, you'd definitely get met with disgust.
It was a cold evening in Jackson, the late fall weather chilling the air. You hugged your coat tighter around you as you walked with Luke to his family's main house. It was a large home with plenty rooms to house each member of their family which meant plenty of space to host family dinners. Luke open's the door for you with a smile and you chuckle saying a soft 'thank you' before you head inside the warm home.
Inside the Miller's home, Luke's family was buzzing around with plates of food and some with various drinks in their hands. The place was decorated with organic garlands and wreathes of spruce and pine from the woods hanging along the walls and doors. Spices mixed in the air with the scent of tonight's roast. You were amazed this much fresh food could be found here in Jackson to make such a feast.
You mingled about as the Millers rope you in with kind greetings, offering to take your coat and handing you a warm spiked drink.
Luke's mother came to give you a hug, "It's so nice to see you again, sweetpea. Luke's treatin' you well I hope. That boy's got less brains than the sheep." Mrs Miller jests with a playful nudge of her elbow which gets a laugh out of you.
"He's just fine."
"Just fine? He should be wonderful." She tuts before excusing herself to continue tending to her simmering pots on the stove.
You manage a quick hello with everyone there. All of Luke's siblings, aunts or uncles. The last of which was his grandfather, Tommy. Luke brought you over by the arm, "Hey, grandpa Tommy, remember my girlfriend?"
Tommy's eyes land on you, one cloudy white and the other a blue-green. His smile lights up and its warm and inviting like always. "Ah, there she is. Thought Luke'd be too shy to bring you along for this Thanksgiving." He gave Luke a teasing glance before his eyes found yours again with a playful wink.
The wink was a bit unexpected. Thankfully Luke was too busy groaning and muttering something defensive to Tommy to notice the slight blush colouring your cheeks. Tommy laughs at Luke's reactions. The older man seemed to have more of an uncle's teasing behaviour than a grandfather's doting one. It made him seem younger than he was, so much so that you had to remind yourself you were blushing for a 70 year old man. Tommy's smile was warm as he met your eyes again and you swore you saw his eyes drink you in a little too appreciatively.
His eyes were raking your Thanksgiving dress. It was a sweet plaid dress not too short that it wouldn’t be appropriate for a family dinner but not too long that you felt like your nana was dressing you more than yourself. A pair tights hugged your legs underneath to battle the chill of autumn. It was simple, but enough to have Luke's eyes on you all evening and ironically enough, Tommy's too.
The evening went on as expected. A big feast, plenty of laughter and stories shared. As the family moved into the living room to unwind after filling their bellies, you brought your empty cup and plate to the kitchen. You walk in to find Tommy standing at the sink scrubbing his own glass. His attention's drawn to you as you approached and set your dishes down in the sink.
"You didn't have to do that, we usually clean up after everyone's retirin' for the night." Tommy smiled, his eyes friendly and inviting as he sets the glass he was washing aside on the dish rack. He turns to you, rag in his hands as he dried them off. Your eyes caught the action, something so mundane yet somehow when he did it, it looked mesmerizing.
Tommy's sleeves were rolled up, hands damp as he rolled his wrists and he dried off on the rag. The way his forearms flexed and twisted at certain angles, those well worn hands gripping the hand towel. You realized you were staring, your face warming either from the alcohol in your system or how flustered this man was making you feel, you weren't sure anymore. Tommy's eyes were on yours, this time different than the gentle and sweet expression he had on earlier.
His gaze narrowed, observing you, darting across your features as he set the rag aside. "You don't have to be shy 'round me, honey. I might be old, but I'm no bad man." He chuckles softly to himself. "Not anymore anyway." He then gestures to his face, more specifically the scaring around his right blind eye. "It may look scary but I promise you I'm a gentleman."
You avert your gaze a moment, the sudden tension between the two of you. To Tommy's delight, a gentle smile naturally tugged at your lips, "I'm not afraid of you." You respond honestly.
Tommy smiled that charismatic smile of his as he leans against the counter behind him. His eyes gave you a shameless once over that had your stomach erupting with butterflies. "That's good..." He hums satisfied. "You're a sweet young lady for my grandson. Hope he's takin' good care o' you." His comment is paired with an expression you couldn't place. Something that felt almost... protective. Perhaps possessive?
"Thank you. And he does." Your smile stayed polite, though perhaps something else lingered in your eyes. Something like interest you held for this older man. A certain attraction you weren't sure if you were even allowed to have. But the same interest mirrored in Tommy's eyes.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his head tilting slightly as he took you in once more, as if assessing. Assessing whether you were fit for Luke, you assumed. But Tommy's words caught you off guard in your thoughts.
"He's a bit dull, that kid." He comments, "Not mature enough to keep up with a fine lady like you, don't you think?" His left knee caused him to limp as he stepped closer, his height advantage more intimidating the smaller the distance apart you was. "He might have the family looks but he don't got the experience to satisfy you does he? I can tell... Tell by the way you look at me."
Heat rushed up your neck and flooded your face, his boldness making your skin tingle. He was so close to you that you swore you could smell him, a fresh kind of musk and crisp pine that you weren't sure if he got from being outside so often or if he showered with pine soap. The thought of your boyfriend's grandpa in the shower was not supposed to turn you on. You weren't supposed to be imagining this, yet here you were.
"Just like now..." His tone is low as his hand comes up to caress you arm, brushing down to hold your elbow, gently keeping you close. "You don't gotta say nothin' for me to see it, dollface."
Your heart was pounding in your chest, your face warm as your eyes dragged up his chest to meet his. 'This man was far too attractive to be a grandfather', you thought to yourself. Your lips part to answer but you couldn't find anything to say. Instead, Tommy's other hand came up to hold your chin in a featherlight touch, his thumb tenderly brushing over your bottom lip.
"How come you don't push me away? Not that I want you to..." His voice is a low murmur.
A sudden laugh from the living room breaks your focus and you take a step back. You turned, the tension turned slightly awkward as your attention darted back down the hall where the living room was. No one could see the two of you in here, or hear you with your voices as low as they were. But your nerves were still on end as you're reminded that neither of you were alone in this house.
Tommy was about to reach out for you again when you both heard footsteps approaching. A second later, Luke pokes his head into the kitchen. "Hey, I was looking for you. I was gonna head up for the night, wanna come?" He asks you from the doorway. He didn't notice anything odd between you and his grandfather, and thankfully so.
You smile sweetly. "Not yet, I'll meet you there later." Was all you needed to say for Luke to nod. He turned around and head upstairs with what sounded like the rest of the family.
And with that the two of you were alone again, and you were very aware of it. The silence was filled with Tommy's breathing, deep and heavy. Your back was turned to him now, but you could feel his looming frame behind you. The tension was almost nauseating, and your heart skipped a beat when you felt him hover closer.
"You don't push me away because you want this, don't you, sweetheart?" Tommy's voice was low as his hands grazed your hips. "You catch the looks I give you? I always see you blushin' at them." There was a smile in his voice. He chuckled softly, "Hell, I never thought I'd clutch a gorgeous young woman like yourself... You're a walkin' dream for an old man like me."
Your breath was shallow and your heart raced. You couldn't help but lean back into Tommy's chest, to feel his heat, his body against yours. "You make it a habit of sweet talking your grandson's girlfriends?"
Your words only make Tommy smile more, his hands on your hips growing more confident as he held you against him. His mouth is next to your ear as he murmurs, "No. Only you, doll. Besides, I know my grandson. He's lazy."
His matter-of-fact words almost make you laugh as a smile cracks on your face. "You think you can do better?"
"Oh I know I can." Tommy's hands slid along your sides before turning you around to face him. His face was close to yours, a sly smile spreads on his face when you leaned into him. "Does he make you yearn like I do, darlin'? You like the low effort kind of guy? Or did you always secretly prefer a man who's a little older..."
Tommy's voice was deep, his face next to yours, not quite touching you but enough to feel a tickle of his beard against your cheek. It distracted you so much you didn't realize he'd been pulling you back with him. He leaned back against the counter once again, bringing you with him and sliding his knee gently between your legs. His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of rejection. When he found nothing but dilated pupils and quickened breath, he smiled.
"It's just us here, dollface. You're allowed to speak." His tone was gentle, a sweetness that contrasted the suggestive nudge between your legs.
Your thoughts were a mess as you processed this whole situation, your brain firing various emotions in response to his different actions. The flustered yet bashfulness you felt from his words alongside the arousal you felt from his touch. "I don't know what to say..." Your voice was small as Tommy's hand came up to cup your cheek.
"Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget about that silly grandson of mine. Tell me you don't and I'll apologize and let you head to bed." His drawl was calming as he stroked your cheek.
You answered almost instantly, "I want you."
Tommy's smile made your stomach flip. Your hands rested on his chest as he nodded gently, "Good, good..." He murmured as he leaned in to gently brush his lips against yours.
The kiss was barely a caress as his lips found yours, as if to test the waters. You leaned into it, deepening the kiss making Tommy groan. "Eager thing." He smiled against your lips. Using his good knee for support, his left knee came up higher between your legs and pressing his thigh to your cunt.
A whimper escaped you as he nudged his thigh to you, gently encouraging you to take your pleasure as you pleased. Your hips moved on their own, grinding against the expanse of his thigh as his lips devoured yours. His hands on your waist slide down to your hips, guiding your movements as he broke the kiss.
"That's it, just like that." He said gruffly against your skin as his lips dipped down to find your neck and kissing that spot. You sigh softly with pleasure making Tommy nip your neck in response, "We gotta be quiet, darlin'. You can be quiet, can't you?"
You nod desperately, your hips still moving against his thigh, a wet spot forming on his jeans. You pant and sigh with pleasure as you ride his thigh, your pussy soaking through your panties and stockings. Tommy groans at the feeling of you getting off on him, his own cock hardening in his jeans but he paid it no mind. He wanted to see your pleasure, you were his focus. He pulls back to look at you, his pupils blown with lust and his jaw tense with restraint. "Good girl. I can feel you soaking my jeans, such a filthy thing... Luke ever do anythin' like this with you? Ever make you feel good without having to take your clothes off?"
His voice was teasing but appreciative. He was loving watching you ride his thigh, the hard cock pulsing in his jeans was sign enough. "No, he doesn't." You admit, grinding harder and faster. You felt needy, you had to have more, the friction of his jeans not proving to be enough while your impatience grows. "Tommy..." You whimpered softly making him rumble a groan.
"Dollface, you can't say my name like that unless you know what it means..." He growls lowly, his hands now roaming and squeezing your body. "You don't know what you do to me. Especially when I know it's my grandson who gets to touch you.”
"I want you to touch me, please." Your eyes met his, the heat between them intensifying as your breaths mingle.
"Shit..." Tommy huffs before leaning down to kiss you once more, but this time you feel one of his hands slide under your dress and slip beneath your stockings.
Large fingers press against your clit over your soaked panties and your hips buck as you whine. Tommy groans against your lips at the feeling of your wetness. His hand pushed under your panties, his own patience wearing thin, needing to feel your sensitive flesh.
You moan against his lips as his mouth ravaged yours, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit before dipping further. His two fingers pushing inside you. You gasped softly giving Tommy the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.
The kiss was deep and his fingers were deeper. Your moans muffled against his mouth as he swallowed every breath you took, curling his fingers inside you as you rolled your hips. You felt like a mess, riding his fingers in his kitchen while your boyfriend, his grandson, was just upstairs. But you couldn't find any shame within you, only lust and desire for more, for Tommy.
Tommy's fingers were skilled and knew exactly where to hit to make you feel good, curling them into that special spot that make your knees shake. His other arm held you supportively as his fingers assaulted your cunt, making your pussy squeeze his fingers the faster he goes.
"Does my grandson know how to touch you like this, baby? Can he make your legs shake with just his fingers?" His voice was rough against your jaw as he kissed and sucked his way down to your neck. "Fuck, darlin'... You make me wanna do things an old man like me shouldn't want to do."
You whimpered softly in response, trying not to be too loud but unable to stay silent with the way he was fingering you. Your pussy was so wet, his fingers squelched inside of you, lewdly enough to almost make you embarrassed. Almost.
"Do them... please, he doesn't feel as good as you." You whined, as your hips grind in time with the pace of Tommy's fingers.
Tommy groans, pulling back enough to look at you slowly falling apart. His thumb presses against your clit as his eyes feast on you. "'Nother time, sweetheart. I wanna focus on you tonight." He drawls, and the look he was giving you alone could've made you finish not to mention the added stimulation as he rubbed your clit.
"Now..." You protested, and you were surprised you were so needy all of a sudden. Tommy's eyes only seem to darken seeing how badly you needed him. With the way he fingered you, he was bringing you closer and closer to your release by the second. He takes a moment to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then lips.
"Not now, darlin'. But I'm sure after this I won't be able to get enough o' you. Don't worry, we'll get other chances." His voice was low and affectionate. "Just focus on how you feel, dollface. Focus on my fingers."
As he said so, his fingers quickened within you making you gasp out a moan. That knot was building in your stomach fast as Tommy's fingers curled and massaged that sweet spot that made your toes curl. You clung to him, hands fisting his shirt as you lean your head forward against his shoulder. Your pussy squeezed his fingers and Tommy knew you were right there.
Then it happened, mind numbing pleasure causing your body to jolt against Tommy's as he held you through your orgasm. Your cunt spasmed around his fingers as he kept those long digits moving to ride you through your high. Your hand shot up to grab the back of his neck, fingers scratching at the base of his hairline and gripping the ends of his hair. He groaned at the feeling, the feeling of you pulling his hair, of your pussy pulsing around his fingers, the sound of your breathless pants next to his ear.
You slowly came down from you high, slumping against Tommy's broad chest as he held you close, keeping you supported. "That's it, honey." He cooed, withdrawing his fingers and gently using his clean digits to tuck your hair behind your ear. He smiled down at you and kissed your temple. "You should head to bed."
Your eyes met his for a moment before you leaned up to press your lips against his once more. "'Kay..." You murmured softly.
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You hardly slept that night, mind running wild with the memory of Tommy's hands and his mouth. You tossed and turned for hours, you couldn't even bring yourself to feel tired when all you wanted was to go down the hall to Tommy's room.
You looked to the time; 1:07 am. There was no way you were sleeping tonight, not like this. As your mind wandered back to Tommy, you couldn't stop thinking about that idea you had. You knew which door was Tommy's, you knew if he felt anything you felt from earlier this evening, he would still be up to. After battling yourself internally, you gave in.
Slowly you got out of bed and carefully snuck out of your boyfriend's room then down the hall to the farthest door. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you reached for the door handle. As quietly as you could, you twisted the handle and pushed the door open just enough to slip inside.
The bed rustled as you closed the door behind you, the dim light from the moonlight outside the window lit the room just enough for you to see Tommy sit up to look at you. "Honey, what're you doin' here?" His voice was quiet, his expression surprised but not put off by your presence. He looked like he wanted to say more, to be the responsible adult and tell you you shouldn't be here, that you needed to leave. But with what happened already tonight, and how he couldn't get you out of his head since then, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
You stepped quietly towards the bed and didn't waste a second to climb in with him. He threw the covers off himself, his hands finding you and helping you settle on top of him as you straddled his lap. You were still so needy from earlier, from the silent promise he'd given you of more to come. You couldn't wait, you didn't want to. Didn't want to keep pretending to not be attracted to Tommy Miller unlike anyone else before.
Your lips found his in the dark and quiet huffs were exchanged between you two as he deepened the kiss. His hands slid up your body, touching every inch of you through the thin t-shirt you wore. His large hands could touch so much at once, goosebumps spread across your skin as his hand slipped under your shirt.
"May I?" The gruff words left his mouth and into yours as he barely parted from your lips. You nod haphazardly, finding his concern for your consent sweet but unnecessary at the moment while you were half naked on top of him in his bed.
Tommy tugged your shirt off leaving you in only your underwear, your nipples hardening from the cool air of the room. He groaned at the sight of your tits bare for him and didn't hesitate to take one nipple into his mouth, his hand groping the other breast. A sigh of pleasure fell from your lips, your hand going into his hair and grabbing a fistful of his hair. You tug gently, grinding against his lap making him groan.
"Is it alright if you're on top, sweetheart?" His voice was almost embarrassed, as if sheepish request it of you. "My knee..." He chuckles shyly as he explains, "It don't like a certain angles."
You couldn't help but smile. Smile because you found him asking endearing, adorable even with the way he looked up at you with such a sheepish expression. As if you'd think a bum leg would make him less atractive.
"I don't mind." Your voice was warm as you kissed his lips slowly, "I like being on top."
He lets out a breathy chuckle, "You do, do you? Well, aren't you full of surprises."
"What? You thought I was a pillow princess?"
"I wouldn't blame you if you were. You've got the gorgeous tits for it." Tommy purrs as he leans in to kiss the tops of your breasts. "And face... and everything. Shit, your Luke don't deserve you."
His words sent a thrill up your spine, "He's not mine... and I'm not his." You stated softly.
Tommy lifted a brow at you, "Since when did you decide that?"
"Since earlier in the kitchen."
Your confession made Tommy smile, "So I was right then, my grandson must've not been very good." He jests. It pulls a quiet laugh from you and you seal his lips with yours.
"How about you stop asking questions and fuck me." You murmured against his lips, his beard gently scratching your chin. He smiled into the kiss as his hand came behind your head to hold you firmly in place, tongue delving into your mouth.
You could feel him already half hard beneath you as you roll your hips into his. His other hand gripped your waist as his own hips jutted up in response to you. "Darlin', you don't know what you do to me. I shouldn't even be getting this hard this fast at my age." He says with a breathless chuckle, "But god damn, you make me feel young again."
His hands slipped down to push his boxers down, then expertly taking his white tank top in one swift motion. You tugged off your panties and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes.
Tommy's cock was hard and big. Bigger than Luke's, much bigger. You didn’t expect that from an old man. Luke was by no means bad or insufficient, he was just... boring. And Tommy was anything but boring. Everything about him made your blood pump faster, the taboo of your relationship only fuelling the thrill in your veins.
Tommy stroked himself as you eyed his length, pride swelling in his chest as he watched you admire him. His cock rigid and veined, balls firm a slightly sagged with age, his bush sprinkled with white. Your hand replaces his before he could comment something playful, pumping slowly from tip to base and squeezing just enough to make him groan. "Your hand feels real good, darlin'." He leaned back with his hands on your hips.
He watched intently as you lift your hips over him, your pussy still wet since that evening. You've been thinking about this for hours, your pussy aching and not catching a fucking break as you tried and failed to sleep. Now it was dripping, dripping for the man beneath you who's cock throbbed at the prospect of being buried deep inside you.
"I had to fuck my hand earlier after that little rendezvous of ours... Shit, I ain't felt so desperate to get laid since I was 30 years my junior." Tommy admits with a grunt.
You moan as you sink your pussy down onto Tommy's hard cock, your slickness making it easy for him to push inside. Tommy's groan causes a shudder to ripple up your spine, making your nipples harden further. His hands held you tight, almost bruising your sides as he encourages you. "Take your time, sweetheart..."
But you didn't want to take your time. God, you needed to take him as hard as you could ride a man, may the future burning in your thighs be damned. You start with easy movements, up and down, slow yet deep. His cock filled you in a way you've never felt before it made you see stars.
Your pace grows faster the more pleasure you feel. Your pussy pulses around Tommy's cock making him bite his lip trying to stifle a groan that rumbles in his chest. His eyes watch you intensely, watching how you ride him and glued to the way your tits bounced with the movement.
The room was as quiet as it could be as you both held back the sounds that tempted to escape your lips. Stifled moans and groans replaced with panting and sighing. The sound of the sheets shuffling beneath the two of you and the bed squeaking filling the room. Perhaps if anyone was awake and paid real close attention they'd be able to hear the squeaking of the bed. Or the laboured breaths the two of you shared.
You didn't stop, you couldn't. Not when Tommy's cock felt so fucking good. Not when he looked so captivating as he drowned in the pleasure of your tight, wet pussy.
"Shit... Oh christ, you're not playin' fair, darlin'." Tommy sounded breathless and you swore you felt his cock jolt inside you which only made you work harder for your shared releases.
"Tommy..."
"You feel good, princess? You look divine... And fuck, if you don't feel divine too." He grunts lowly, his hands squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna last very long."
"Cum inside me." You responded almost immediately.
Tommy's eyes met yours with brief surprise before they darkened with desire. "You're gonna kill me..." Was all he could say before gripping your hips hard and meeting your bounces with his thrusts.
It took everything in you to not cry out with pleasure, reminding yourself the whole family was asleep in this house. That your boyfriend was just down the hall. Your mouth fell open in silent pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hands find Tommy's shoulders, nails carving crescents into his skin making him hiss as he pushed you both over the edge.
Tommy shuddered a sigh as his body tensed with his climax. Your own ripped through you wave after wave, so powerful you couldn't even keep moving, keeling over into him and burying your face into Tommy's neck.
You were both a panting mess, sweaty and breathless as you collected yourself. Tommy took a deep breath, a low groan of satisfaction as he held you, his hands soothing along your back gingerly as you caught your breath.
His voice was gentle next to your ear as he pressed a kiss to your temple, "You're really somethin' else, you know that, honey?"