My One For Half A Million

Proposal

"We gotta- we got- Xy, baby, we gotta go."

He made a huffing sound against my neck, pressing my back into the wall. My legs around his waist, he was supporting me completely, holding me up and in place. I felt his erect cock pressed against my ass, soaking his boxers. He was desperate, and I loved it, and every time his lips brushed that tender spot on my shoulder, the numbers on my watch seemed less and less important.

We could miss the first bit of our party. Surely we could.

"Okay," I sighed, my breath making some of his hair flutter back. "Okay. Go ahead. Fuck your mistress. Dirty slut."

He whined, and bounced me a little as he practically ripped the cloth separating us away. He didn't waste time in easing his cock into me. I laughed, and pressed my hips down, taking him all and reaching my head up to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"Can't keep your pretty hands off me, huh baby boy?"

He whined again, and shifted his kisses from my neck to the patch of my chest showing in my cute little family-gathering-approved sundress. I tugged at his hair. He was throbbing, really, I could feel the desperation in every thrust. He needed me.

"I should leave hickeys," I crooned, stroking his upper back. He shivered, his shoulders tensing. His hands, gripping the backs of my thighs to keep me up, tightened.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" I pouted, faking sympathy. He nodded, his nose bumping my collarbones.

"You really think I should let you cum?" I asked, slowly biting down on his earlobe. "After you decided you'd take matters into your own hands? You were impatient, little one, and-"

I felt his body shudder, and he moaned, tensed, pressed me into the wall as he came.

He lowered me to my feet, and continued down himself, until he was kneeling on the floor. "I'm sorry," he groaned, and pressed his head to my thigh. "I'm sorry..."

Hooking my fingers under his jaw, I made him look at me.

"Go clean yourself up," I said, feeling a devious smile play across my hips. "We have a party to get to."

...

His face was beet red the whole ride to the place, and I could tell the suspense of when I would turn on the small vibrator tucked into his pants was getting to him.

Before getting out of the car, I turned to him and stroked his face.

"Do you need a moment to calm down?" I asked in a calm, sympathetic tone, laced with sarcasm. "Everybody might catch on that somethings up, Xylar, and then what?"

"That damn nickname," he muttered, and we got out.

"Remember," I stage whispered, looping my arm through his as we approached the door. "We're a happy, loving couple. Completely normal- completely vanilla."

I considered turning the vibe on then, just for the fun of it, but I had a plan. I was gonna stick to it.

Xy, as I suspected he would, got along great with my family. My aunts loved him, commenting how big and tall and strong he was, which made him sheepish. My little cousins climbed all over him. My mom thought he was the best thing since sliced bread.

"I'm so happy, my daughter has found a nice young man to settle down with," she went around laughing.

I'm pretty sure she would've acted just as happy if I'd brought home anyone else- given the rest of my family, she was surprisingly supportive. But the crinkles at the edges of her eyes gave it away. My mother had dreamt of this.

And I met Xylars mom. She leaned against her walker in a way that suggested she was much older than she looked. Her hair was streaked with gray, but still a nice, coppery brown. Her eyes and mouth were lined, and her lips were thin. She was smaller than me, and it kind of shocked me that she had been able to birth someone as big as Xy. She was very sweet, very quiet, and nibbled at her cake and the veggies she had picked up from the tray.

Then Xylar got everyone's attention.

He was standing by the fireplace, and he asked me to join him. I did, and he told everyone how nice it was to meet them, and how he felt as if he'd already been accepted into our family.

"And I hope you will continue to accept me," he said, "because I would like to officially be part of your family."

My pretty little boy had such a way with crowds. I think my great aunt was tearing up.

He turned, and got down on one knee, holding up a pretty little diamond ring. My hand covered my mouth, and I was surprised at how genuine the happiness felt. Half a million will do that, I guess.

"Zoe, ever since I've met you," his eyes sparkled mischievously when they met mine. "I've known this, right here, is what I've wanted. That you are what I wanted. Will you-"

I was squealing and giggling, joyously shouting yes before he even finished asking. He slid the ring onto my finger, and picked me up by the waist, spinning me around. The kiss was nice, and warm, but strangely chaste for us, and I didn't like being watched by everyone. I was sure no one could tell how fake it was, though, just like no one could tell it had taken less than a day to set up. Thank God for cousin Joanne, lending us her house on such short notice.

Aunt Fi, I think, wanted to think it was fake. She almost did, too. But I hugged onto Xy's waist so hard even she admitted we looked really happy together.

"And he's quite handsome- maybe you'll have a chance to make cute babies after all, Zo." She pinched my cheek and walked off.

...

I dont think he noticed when I first turned the vibrator on, and I edged it up so slowly it took a while for his cheeks to flush, for his eyes to get wide, for his knees to shake, however unnoticeably small a detail that might have been to anyone who didn't know what was happening. I made a point of standing right in front of him so no one could tell. I also made a point of standing with my ass and lower back pressed close to him, because it's what he deserved.

He tried whining when we got in the car. I grabbed his hair and yanked, pulling his head back. He swallowed, and his eyes shut in pleasure.

"You came," I growled. "You came, without permission, and you will pay for that, you little whore, do you understand?"

He whimpered, and a broken half-sob ripped out of his mouth. My hands left his hair, but his head stayed tilted back, just how I'd left it.

My hands slipped onto the steering wheel. "Color?" I asked.

"Green," he whispered. His voice was choked with pleasure, and I cranked the vibrator up a little, making his hips buck.

"Good boy."