When my son asked if he could invite a friend to stay with us for Christmas break, I didn’t have the heart to say no.

The holidays are pretty low-key in our family; one more person couldn’t hurt.

Then Matthew arrived with his friend Connor and I couldn’t hide my shock. This was no awkward young adult who had come to stay; he was a full-blown man. A fresh 22, Connor was broad and toned — the mark of a young, active soccer player who spends more time at the gym than at the library.

Forcing myself to swallow my tongue, I tried to ignore the way Connor looked at me when I leaned forward to shake his hand, allowing the weight of my breasts to push the deep V-neck of my shirt down, providing a generous view of my cleavage.

We danced around each other for a few days, indulging in some friendly flirting as long as Matthew wasn’t within earshot. Then it happened. Connor and I found ourselves alone for the first time since the boys arrived. Matthew’s father needed his help overnight, and while Connor was welcome to join them, he opted to stay behind with me.

Trying to act casual, I suggested that we watch a movie. When I returned to the den with popcorn, Connor had already dimmed the lights and cued up the film.

I joined Connor on the couch, pretending I could sit next to him without jumping his young, hot body. Though I tried to put a bit of distance between us, Connor cleared it immediately. He settled himself next to me and pulled a large blanket over us.

As soon as Connor’s hands were out of sight, they began to meander across my body, trailing over my side, hips, and thighs.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you since the moment I saw you,” he whispered before dipping his tongue into my ear.

Gasping, I tilted my head to the side, offering up my neck for Connor to taste next.

Connor kissed my neck, suckling the sensitive skin. When he’d had his fill, he plotted a path to my collarbone and dipped his tongue in the indentation.

Then he laid me down, moving over me so that the weight of his tight, muscular body pressed me into the couch.

Getting into our little make-out session, I wound my arms around his neck, pulling us together until the planes of both of our bodies seemed to meld together. I hooked my leg over Connor’s, lifting myself into him so that I could grind my pelvis against his hard, hot body.

My shameless dry-humping allowed me to get a feel for Connor’s lithe, sculpted frame. His cock’s long, thick outline could be felt through his sweatpants, making my pussy scream out for some attention.

Have I mentioned that Connor spoke with an accent? A brogue, to be exact. In between sucking and nuzzling my neck, he would whisper in my ear, sharing all the naughty ways he was going to bring me pleasure.

“I can’t wait to taste your come,” he murmured, giving my earlobe a quick nip.

Feeling like I could orgasm from the sound of his voice and the weight of his body on me alone, I asked, “Why wait?”

It was all the encouragement that the gorgeous young jock needed. He slid down my body and grabbed my yoga pants’ waistband, then continued his journey south, bringing the garment along with him.

When Connor realized I wore no underwear beneath my pants, a slow smile lifted his lips. “Beautiful,” he drawled as he dropped his head between my legs.

Here’s the thing about bedding college boys: What they lack in experience, they make up for in enthusiasm. Connor licked me like an ice-cream cone beginning to melt. Even with no discernible rhythm, the intensity of his tongue-lashing had me writhing beneath him, desperately trying to absorb the sensations.

Connor lapped at my slit, parting my swollen lips with his tongue to find my sweet, slick center. The tip of his tongue trailed over my sex, tracing circles around my hole. Finally, his tongue dipped inside me. Swirling it around, he massaged my walls, collecting my juices, taking much more than a simple taste.

I wanted Connor to devour me. And damn, did the boy oblige. He opened his mouth wide, covering my labia as he plunged his tongue even deeper within.

Connor’s hand crept up my thigh, stroking my skin with thick, callused fingers. As he closed in on my clit, he fanned his fingers, capturing my nub between two digits and giving it a light squeeze.

“Aaah,” I groaned. My thighs and hips started to twitch, making me wiggle under Connor’s weight.

But the more I moved, the tighter Connor’s grip on me became. He even pulled away from my clit, apparently deciding he needed both hands to keep me still. His fingers curled around the juncture of each thigh, keeping my legs down and my slit open wide.

The harder Connor pushed me down into the cushions, the wetter I became. Every roll and twitch of my walls seemed to extract more nectar, soaking me thoroughly in preparation for when Connor was ready to fuck me with more than his tongue.

An electric pulse radiated from my core, shooting across my skin so it felt that everything sizzled. My back bowed, lifting the only bit of my body not trapped under Connor’s weight. A scream tore through me, lifting my body until I was nearly sitting upright.

Still, Connor kept licking me, pushing me to previously unseen heights as I fell into a dizzying orgasm.

Only when my legs stopped trembling did Connor remove his mouth from my sex.

I opened my eyes to find Connor looking up at me, still firmly nestled in the space between my thighs.

“I want to taste all of you,” he growled.

Before I could react, Connor gripped my hips and flipped me over in one smooth motion. Once I was on my belly, he lifted me, helping me get on all fours.

Connor palmed my ass, stroking his thumbs over the sensitive skin along the edge of my crack. Then he used those big, capable hands to part my cheeks, exposing my asshole.

I sucked in a breath, trying so hard to stay still despite the way his callused hands tickled my skin.

Fortunately, Connor’s hands were large enough to hold my hips steady while pulling my cheeks apart. I was completely exposed now, wanton and waiting for Connor to make the next move.

Warm breath fanned over my ass, heating my skin. I could feel the puffs of air getting closer, warning me that Connor’s mouth was about to descend on a very sensitive part of my body.

The tip of Connor’s tongue touched me first. He circled my puckered hole, exciting all of the nerves that hid beneath my skin.

Once he’d gotten me good and wet, Connor pulled away. Ignoring my cries of protest, he blew over the damp skin, cooling a spot that had burned so hot just seconds before.

I groaned, arching my back in a long, languid stretch.

My asshole didn’t stay cold for long. Connor quickly abandoned his delicate tongue bath in favor of a much more assertive approach. He sealed his lips around me, using them to massage the sensitive flesh while his tongue played around the hole, stretching it wider until I could feel him inside me.

But damn, could this boy fuck with his tongue. Somewhere in the foggy, pleasure-drunk depths of my mind, I wondered what he could do with his cock if I was this overcome from just his mouth.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long to find out. After reducing me to a puddle using his lips, teeth, and tongue, Connor sat back on the couch. Though I could hear him fumbling around, I remained in my position, not wanting the encounter to end.

When Connor returned, I could feel the wiry hair on his legs brush against the back of my thighs. He placed his hands on either side of my hips, holding me steady for entry. The tip of his condom-clad cock pressed against my vagina, testing the waters before ultimately sliding inside with one powerful thrust.

The scream that ripped through my body stung my throat, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I cared about in that moment was feeling Connor move inside me, slamming against my G-spot like a man possessed.

My walls tightened around him, causing Connor’s fingers to twitch at my hips, tightening their grip. I could feel his nails digging into my skin, scraping along the surface as he struggled to maintain his hold.

Happy to assist in getting us both off, I rocked my hips back, matching Connor’s rhythm thrust for thrust.

He really liked that. “Yes,” he groaned, picking up speed again.

Now I didn’t have to rock on my knees. Connor was fucking me at such a feverish pace he would send me flying forward, only for me to fall right back.

By now I was so wet I could hear the sounds of suction squeaking between us. Arousal seeped from my core, spilling out every time Connor withdrew.

He reared into me again, making every muscle in my body grow impossibly tight. I tossed my head back and opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. It was like every bit of breath had been sucked from my lungs, rendering me speechless.

But Connor wasn’t robbed of air. He grunted and panted behind me, vocalizing his pleasure as he pounded away at my pussy. His energy was electric, making my body buzz beneath his touch.

Then Connor slipped one hand from my hip to my clit. He pressed his fingers against the sensitive bud, massaging me in a circular motion that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

And just like that, I reached my peak. My pussy clamped around Connor’s cock, gripping him so tightly he stopped moving his hips.

Still, the rippled effect of my muscles rolling over his shaft must have been enough. Within seconds Connor was following me over the edge, filling the den with his loud, animalistic sounds of pleasure.

After the last of Connor’s hot come poured into the condom, he laid down on top of me, pressing his chest into my back. We stayed like that for a few minutes, with Connor still pulsing inside me.

Then, like magic, I could feel Connor’s cock begin to thicken inside me anew, kicking off our second round of hot, sweaty, oh-so-satisfying sex.