Christmas with My Ex’s Dad: An Age Gap Holiday Romance (Forbidden Silver Foxes)
Christmas with My Ex’s Dad: Chapter 9

I sit on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands. The image of Faye in that bra won’t leave me alone. Her smooth skin, the soft lace against her curves, her innocent smile…it consumes me. I’m so hard that it hurts. My thoughts churn, berating myself for letting my feelings spiral out of control.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “She’s Elliot’s ex. She’s staying here because she has nowhere else to go. What the hell is wrong with me?”

But no matter how hard I try to fight it, the image of Faye remains imprinted in my mind. It’s clear I have to do something about it.

It’s not like I can walk around with a hard-on.

With a deep sigh, I lean back against the headboard and unbuckle my pants, taking out my erection. It’s been years since I’ve had to do this myself – there are plenty of women who would gladly take care of it for me. But none of them matter now. All I want is her – my son’s ex-girlfriend. The forbidden fruit.

As I begin to touch myself, I’m transported to another world. A world where I can reach out and caress Faye’s silky skin, where I can explore every inch of her body without judgment or consequence. In this world, she’s mine – and only mine.

“God, Faye,” I whisper, my voice strained as I stroke myself harder and faster. With each movement, I imagine the sweet sound of her moans as I bring her pleasure. Her eyes, filled with desire instead of trust, looking up at me…calling my name.

As I move my hands harder and faster, I think about how it might feel if it were Faye’s soft hands doing the work for me. My mind conjures up an image of her delicate fingers wrapped around me, her eyes filled with lust as she strokes me skillfully and asks me what I like.

“Fuck,” I groan lowly, my body responding to the vivid fantasy playing out in my head. I can almost feel her warm breath against my skin, teasing me with every exhale, spurring me on towards ecstasy.

“Griffin…oh, Griffin,” I imagine her moaning, her sweet voice echoing in my ears. I pull my dick harder, running my thumb across the top, my pleasure continuing to build. I know I shouldn’t be indulging in these thoughts, but they are just too powerful to resist.

“Please…touch me,” I plead, as if Faye could somehow hear my desperate cries. And even though I know it’s impossible, I can’t shake the feeling that she’s right here with me, guiding my hand towards an earth-shattering release.

But then, a faint creaking sound reaches my ears, forcing me to snap out of my lustful haze. My head jerks up, and there she is—Faye, standing just inside the doorway, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She watches me, frozen in place, her gaze locked on my hand stroking my throbbing erection.

“Fuck,” I say softly, more to myself than to her. In another world, I might have felt shame or embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. But not now, not when all I see is the hunger in her eyes as they roam over my body.

It’s nice to know I’m not the only one affected.

I continue masturbating, my movements deliberate and slow as I maintain eye contact with her. I growl, my hand quickening its pace and groan as my climax surges through me, my release erupting onto my hand in a torrent of pleasure. The intensity of the moment leaves me gasping for air, my body trembling from head to toe.

The intense heat of the moment finally wanes, leaving my body slick with sweat. I glance over at the side table and grab a couple of tissues, hastily wiping my hand clean.

My gaze flickers back to the doorway, expecting to see Faye still standing there, but she’s gone. A pang of guilt washes over me, mixed with a dark sense of satisfaction. It isn’t right to involve her in my twisted fantasies, but I can’t deny the thrill that coursed through me when she watched, unable to look away.

What does this mean for us now? Will she avoid me or confront me about what happened? My mind races with questions and concerns, but one thing remains clear: I’ve crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed.