I had been at my boyfriend James's family's house over the holidays, getting ready to go to a sort of costume party.

I kept adjusting the décolleté of my elf costume, a playful ensemble that hugged my figure a little more than I had anticipated. The mirror in the hall earlier had confirmed the look—cute, festive, but daring—and I noticed that my nipples were a tad too prominent through the thin fabric.

James himself was out with his mom, grabbing a last-minute gift for the party at a friend's house down the street. Which meant, for a moment, it was just his dad, and me.

I perched on the armrest of the couch, the fire casting flickering shadows that danced along my legs, exposed beneath the short green skirt. A playful twinge stirred in me, fueled by the warmth of the eggnog and the thrill of the holiday spirit. I glanced toward the kitchen, where Robert, his dad, had his back to me, adjusting something on the counter. His broad shoulders moved in rhythm with his work, and a soft hum escaped him—a melody I didn't recognize but felt inexplicably drawn to.

My eyes met Robert's in the reflection of the kitchen window—the way they lingered, his gaze locked on my exposed legs. Heat flooded me, and I could feel a faint blush spread across my cheeks. The elf costume now felt less cute and more daring than ever before.

The air between us had always carried a charge, a quiet, unspoken connection I couldn't name. He was not shy about complimenting my looks or telling me he loved my braided hair.

I sipped from my cup, the creamy sweetness poisoning my thoughts with vivid images of him and me, driving me wild.

I don't know what got into me, but I moved as if on instinct, rising from the armrest and stepping toward the hallway. My feet barely made a sound against the wood floor as I reached the doorframe leading to the pantry. Pausing, I glanced back. Robert was wiping his hands with a dish towel now, his gaze still focused on the counter.

Biting my lip, I shifted my shoulders. Slowly, deliberately, I pulled the costume down, revealing more and more of my bare chest. The fabric whispered as it passed by my hardening nipples, exposing me to the warmth of the fire and the cool gaze I hoped would find me.

When I turned my head, I saw it—Robert's eyes lifting, locking onto mine for the briefest moment before flickering down. Time seemed to hold its breath as I stood there, my heartbeat quickening, a flush of heat spreading through me that had nothing to do with the eggnog.

I did linger, just enough to be sure, before I turned, slipping into the pantry. The door clicked softly behind me, and the room embraced me with its quiet dimness, the only light spilling in through a narrow crack in the doorway and a faint flickering lightbulb on the ceiling.

The table in the corner caught my eye—an old, sturdy thing that looked just right. I climbed onto it, sitting at the edge, the hem of my skirt brushing my thighs. My knees parted just enough to feel the rush of cool air against my skin.

The door creaked open. My breath caught. As I presented myself to him.

Robert stepped inside, his frame filling the doorway as the light behind him outlined his silhouette. For a moment, neither of us moved. The space between us buzzed, electric and alive. His gaze swept over me, lingering on the places I hadn't tried to hide. The flush on my cheeks deepened, but I didn't move, didn't cover myself.

Instead, I held his gaze, unbroken, unyielding, breaking him by spreading my legs wider.

I had challenged him, and he answered without hesitation or protest. His gaze locked on mine as he slowly approached, every step drawing him nearer and stirring something deep within me. I swallowed hard, feeling exposed as he nudged the door close behind him.

I bit my lip, watching as he reached for his pants and unbuckled them with practiced ease.

As his thick cock sprang free, standing tall, pointing to the sky, I gave him a dirty smile, inviting him further. He didn't touch me or say a word, simply stepping forward until he towered over me, the tip of his shaft just inches from my pussy. I could feel its heat radiating through the thin fabric of my underwear.

Slowly, he moved his hand between my legs, making me inhale sharply when he pushed my panties to the side. Our eyes remained locked in an unbreakable bond as he entered me forcefully.

The sudden invasion sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, igniting a fire within I had not felt in years, if ever. His eyes filled with intensity as he started moving his hips.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside of me, sending pleasure coursing through my veins like liquid fire. Only then did his lips find mine, silencing my moans as time seemed to slow down.

When I felt his hands cupping my breasts, my body already trembled as my orgasm hit me hard and suddenly. My nails dug into Robert's back, pulling him closer as I cried out, muffled by his lips on mine. His hips stuttered when he came deep inside of me, only a few heavenly strokes later.

As the waves of our orgasms began to ebb, we heard footsteps coming from the hallway. My heart raced as we both scrambled to fix ourselves, straightening our clothing and adjusting my costume. A wave of adrenaline hit me as I realized the potential danger we were in.

We exchanged nervous glances before stepping out of the pantry as the coast was clear. Parting ways, our eyes met in one last powerful gaze, promising so much more.