“I’m crazy about you.”
My eyes searched his face. “Meaning what?” He was a little insane.
“Meaning I can’t bear to be away from you.”
“Meaning…?”
My heart literally stopped as I awaited his response.
“Meaning I’m fucking in love with you, Jennifer McCoy.”
Hot tears fell from my eyes as the frigid night air shot through me. Trembling, I struggled to get words out. “How do you know that?”
He tilted up my chin with his soft leather-gloved hand. My watering eyes met his; not a blink. He licked a snowflake off my cheek before my tears melted it.
“Because your needs come before mine.”
My words! What I had once told him when he’d asked what it meant to be in love. Sobs mixed with laughter. I shivered.
“Baby, you’re cold.” He drew me closer to him, blanketing me in the warmth of his strong arms and snuggly down jacket. I pressed my head against his chest as he held me tightly. He gently kissed the top of my head and then I looked up and held his beautiful face in my gaze. Passion danced in his eyes.
“Mr. Burns, I only have one need.” One word. “You.”
His face broke out in that dazzling dimpled smile. Yanking off his wooly hat, he lowered it over my head and then wrapped his scarf around my neck. “And that’s why I’m here. You’re my world, baby. You’re everything to me. Everything.” His lips crashed back onto mine, and despite the freezing temperature, I melted into him.
“Jennie McCoy! What are you doing outside in your bare feet? You’re going to catch pneumonia!”
At the sound of my father’s voice, I hastily pulled away from Blake. “I love you too,” I whispered before responding to my father who was standing in the doorway. I wasn’t sure if he had witnessed our embrace.
“Um, Dad, this is a friend from work, who by chance, happens to be in town.”
“Hi,” said Blake cheerfully with a wave of his hand. I had to stifle my giggles.
“Well, don’t just stand out there and freeze. Invite him in.” My father headed back inside the house.
I could no longer contain my laughter when Blake scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the front door. His lips smothered mine. In my whole life, I’d never been happier.
Blake’s mother had her famous brisket; my mother had her famous Irish stew. It was what she made every year for Christmas Eve dinner, and I never got tired of it. A hearty blend of beef, potatoes, carrots, and onions that she marinated overnight in a secret-ingredient beer-based broth, it was melt-in-your-mouth scrumptious. She promised when I got married she would share the recipe; I was just going to have to wait longer than I thought.
Just before we sat down for dinner, Blake ran to his rental car that he’d parked down the street. When he returned, he was covered with a fine layer of snow and carrying three oversized shopping bags. He withdrew three beautifully wrapped boxes from the two largest and placed them under our tree. The third one he handed to my father.
“I thought you might enjoy these at dinner,” Blake said as my father removed the contents.
Fine wine. California Cabernet—not one, but two bottles.
“How thoughtful of you, Blake dear,” chimed my mother.
“My pleasure.” Blake beamed like a proud Boy Scout who’d had just received his first medal of honor.
Smiling, my father examined the labels on the bottles. “A Napa Valley Select Reserve from l990. An excellent year. The year our darling daughter was born.”
I felt my cheeks turn as red as the wine. Blake did everything right. Everything to rouse me. He shot me a saucy smile that made me heat up more.
Dinner was served in our dining room. The table was festive. My mother used her special holiday china. Votive candles and colorful Christmas balls were scattered across the poinsettia-print tablecloth. The velvety wine flowed freely, and everyone ate as if there were no tomorrow. I could tell my mother was pleased Blake adored her stew; he even asked for seconds. He was a far cry from Bradley for whom my mother had once painstakingly cooked a special vegan meal—most of which he didn’t eat.
Blake also bonded with my father over college football and was familiar with the Boise State Broncos. To my relief, he avoided talking about work—and no mention was made of heading a porn channel where I worked. Phew! My parents had no clue. I sure didn’t need to give them both coronaries on Christmas Eve.
I was in heaven. My eyes made subtle contact with Blake’s every chance I had. My body was aflutter; every nerve was buzzing. I couldn’t believe he was here celebrating Christmas Eve with me. And I couldn’t believe he was in love with me. And I with him. Blake Burns, my boss. That man who’d I kissed blindfolded in a game of Truth or Dare. That man who’d consumed my lips once again under a bough of mistletoe. And then fucked my brains out and had given me what I thought was the best present of my life. A painting I’d coveted called The Kiss. There was only one present better. More powerful. More precious. The gift of his love.
Someone pinch me. Under the table, two fingers did. Blake’s. The way they’d pinched me at the Conquest Christmas party—right on my clit. I jumped in my seat a little, hoping in one breath he would behave himself in front of my parents, and in another, hoping he’d finger me until I could no longer sit still. For better or for worse, Mr. Burns behaved. Well sort of.
“How did you find our house?” I asked.
He grinned and fed me his familiar line. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“Come on, tell us,” I pleaded as he continued to scissor my clit. Beneath my dress, I was a hot wet mess. I forced myself to take another bite of my mother’s stew. My parents were all ears.
“I came across some carolers. They told me they’d be passing by. So I followed them.”
“Very clever, Mr. Burns.” My clit on fire, I squirmed in my chair. Oh was he!
My mother smiled. “So nice of you to come.”
At the word “come,” a massive orgasm assaulted me. I choked on the mouthful of stew I was swallowing. I quickly washed it down with some wine.
“Are you okay, darling?” asked my concerned mother. My father’s brows furrowed.
“Yes,” I gulped. At least, the near-choking reflex had covered up my reaction to what’d just happened. Catching my breath, I knew my face was as red as a poinsettia. Blake shot me an innocent glance. I loved and hated him. Scratch that. I so loved him. The glow in his eyes sent me the same message.
Dinner culminated with my mother’s delicious bread pudding, served along with coffee and brandy. Blake devoured the dessert and once again asked for a second helping to my mother’s delight.
“I should be heading back to my hotel,” he said, scooping up the last morsel of the yummy pudding.
My heart sunk.
“Where you are staying?” asked my dad.
“At The Grove.”
The Grove, located downtown, coincidentally shared the name of the popular Los Angeles mall where I’d purchased all my Christmas presents. It was one of the most luxurious hotels in Boise but truthfully paled in comparison to Blake’s parents’ mansion.
He pushed back his chair and stood up. My mother excused herself to bring him his ski jacket. My father rose to shake his hand. “A pleasure to have you here, Blake.” The genuine smile they shared put one of my own on my face. Dad liked Blake.
We accompanied Blake to the front door. The romantic tension between us was thick. My clit still throbbing, I didn’t want him to leave. To our surprise, when we opened the door, it was now blizzarding. The wind whipped through the frigid air as a whirling dervish of white flakes fell from the sky. The streets were already blanketed with a foot of snow. If not more.
My mother reacted first. “Blake, dear, you can’t drive into town with all this snow. The streets are icy. And you won’t be able to see three feet ahead of you.”
My dad chimed in, “Son.” Son? “My wife is right. It’s way too dangerous to
drive. We’re not even going to midnight Mass. Stay here with us tonight.”
Mom: “Absolutely. We have a lovely spare bedroom right next to Jennifer’s. A guest room.”
“Are you sure?” asked Blake, blinking in the fortuitous white flakes. “I don’t want to be an imposition.”
“Absolutely,” my parents responded in unison.
“Thank you.” He grinned that heart-stopping smile and then slipped me a wink.
Reality hit me with the force of Santa’s sleigh. Blake was staying overnight, and tomorrow, Christmas morning, I would wake up to him here in my house.
Reality wasn’t as bad as everyone thought. It didn’t get better than having a white Christmas with the man you loved.
Chapter 3
Blake
The guest room with its matching floral bedspread and curtains couldn’t have been cozier. But there was no way I could fall asleep with the girl I loved tucked in a bed in the room right next door. My cock was craving a different kind of cozy.
“Hello, Mr. Burns,” I said as it sprung free from my pajama bottoms. I wrapped my hands around my girth and gripped it as if I were shaking someone’s hand. “I’m going to make you hard and then we’re going on a little adventure.” Filling my mind with the glorious image of Jennifer naked, I ran my hand up and down my shaft until it grew thick and rigid. It took no time. I reached for the condom on my night table, ripped open the foil with my teeth, and slipped it over my tower of steel. I fixed my pajamas and grabbed the little box sitting on the nightstand next to my snow globe. Jennifer was about to get her first Christmas present from Santa. Ho, Ho, Ho.
Bare-chested, I stealthily slipped out of my room, making sure that neither Mr. nor Mrs. McCoy was roaming the hallway. The coast was clear. I tiptoed over to Jennifer’s room, and while I thought about knocking first, I simply turned the doorknob. The door creaked opened. I chortled silently. My tiger had left it unlocked. For sure, intentionally even if she didn’t know it.
“Hi.”
Startled, Jennifer, who was propped up against her fluffy pillows reading something on her Kindle, jolted.
Standing at the doorway, I took in her room. It was totally princessy—pink, pink and more pussy pink—with a canopy bed and shag carpet. Along with her college degrees, a large framed poster of SpongeBob, her favorite cartoon character, hung on a wall. Scattered on her dresser were some framed photos of her and her parents. Pigtailed, she was an adorable little girl, and she was even more adorable now, I thought as I inhaled the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla.
“Blake! What are you doing here?” she gasped as I made my way to her bed after kicking the door shut and locking it.
“What does it look like? I’m getting into bed with you,” I responded, squeezing into her tiny twin bed before she had a chance to notice my hard-on. I snuggled next to her. Man, this bed was barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
“You can’t sleep here! What if my parents come in?”
“They won’t, and besides, I’ve locked the door.”
“What if I still say no? Are you going to fuck me into submission?”
My cock flexed and a cocky smile curled on my lips. “That’s Plan B.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s Plan A?”
One of my hands came up from under the cover. In it was the small gift box wrapped in hot pink paper and topped off with a small silver bow. I had kept it hidden behind my back when I’d crept into her room.
“What’s that?”
“It’s just a small Christmas present.”
A combination of guilt and curiosity flickered in her green-as-a-Christmas-tree eyes. “You’re making me feel bad. I don’t have anything else to give you. I mean, I didn’t know—”
I cut her off. “Don’t worry, you’ll be giving me what I wished for on Christmas shortly. Now, open it up.”
“It’s from Gloria’s Secret,” she commented, noticing the famous heart logo on the paper. “Sexy lingerie?”
While that would have been a fine gift too, one I would have ripped off her sweet ass, this one was way more creative. And it was going to be way more fun.
“No. Just open it.” She was making my cock twitch with anticipation. I watched as she carefully tore off the wrapping. She stared blankly at the package. “What is this, Blake?”
“It’s a toy. You can’t have Christmas without getting a toy.”
“My Secret Egg?”
“It’s a sex toy. You’re going to love playing with it. Open the package.”
She fumbled getting the box open. I think I already had her aroused.
She lifted the sparkly little pink egg out of the carton and examined it.
“I was almost going to get you a regular vibrator, but then I remembered how much you seemed to enjoy eggs when we had breakfast together at the beach.”
“I do love eggs.” She smiled sheepishly, still studying the toy. “How do you use this?”
My face lit up and my cock jumped. The fun was about to begin. “Well, there are lots of ways you can play with this… you can stick it up your pussy or stick it in your butt.”
“My butt?” Her voice rose an octave.
I gave her a chaste kiss on top of her head. “Don’t worry. That’s for later. Right now, I’m going to show you how to stimulate yourself with it.” I removed the wireless remote control and a tube of lube from the box. Whoo hoo! We were going to get to play together. I loved anything with batteries.
I squirted a generous amount of lube on the smooth surface of the little egg, and then decided I wanted a better view of watching Jen play with it. I wanted to see her tight little pussy and watch the expression on her face when she found her clit and made herself come.
Not wasting a second, I swept down the quilt. Man, she was adorable in her fuzzy Santa print pajamas; they were so cute on her I almost hated what I was about to do next. Say goodbye to your PJs, baby. In one swift move, I tore off her bottoms and tossed them onto the shaggy pink carpet. And then with the remote in my hand, I crawled to the edge of the bed.
“What the hell did you just do? These were my favorite pajamas!”
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I replied, spreading her bare legs. “Now, bend your knees and put the egg on your clit. It’s playtime.”
Holding the little egg between her index finger and thumb, she hesitantly put the toy between her legs right where I wanted it. I flicked on the remote and adjusted the setting to the pulsating sensation. At the sound of the buzz, her body jumped from the unexpected vibration.
“Oh my God,” she squealed.
“Shhh!” I made a silencing gesture, placing my forefinger over my mouth. “You don’t want to wake your parents up.”
“Right,” she murmured.
“Now, move it around. Experiment.”
She got braver with the egg, running it up and down her slick folds. My playground. Little oohs and aahs spilled from her lips. Christ. Her pussy was exquisite. The delicate folds so pink and wet. My cock swelled beneath the fabric of my pajama bottoms at the sight of it, but she didn’t notice the rising tent between my legs because her eyes were squeezed shut. She moaned with the pleasure she was giving herself… and me. I might not be able to wait for her to come. Damn. That would be a shame.
She found her clit again and started making ragged little circles around it—the way a child colored in an object with a crayon. Her back arched and her breathing grew harsh.
“Oh my God,” she cried out again, her pretty face contorting.
Fuck. I hope she wasn’t going to wake her parents up. That would be bad.
“Do you like your new toy?” I asked in an effort to distract her.
She nodded zealously. “Yes!”
“Do I get a thank you?”
“Thank you.” She choked out the words.
“You’re welcome.” It was time to turn it up a notch. I flipped the switch to a higher speed.
She shrieked with ecstasy. “What did you j
ust do?” she moaned upon the change in tempo.
“It’s such a fun toy,” I retorted, watching her writhe with tortuous pleasure. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst through my pajamas.
Whimpers. “I’m going to come!” she cried as softly as she could which wasn’t softly at all.
The words I wanted to hear. She bit down hard on her quivering lip and squeezed her eyes tighter, tears leaking out the corners. I clutched my dick as her whole body shook with spasms of pleasure. Her head fell back against the headboard as she rode her orgasm out.
She was a sight to behold. Her body glistening and her face impassioned. A fallen angel. Mine to love.
“Hey.”
Slowly, she lifted her head and blinked open her eyes. She held me in her gaze before breathing one word: “Fuck.”
My favorite word in the world. It was my turn to play with her. My cock was going to detonate if it didn’t get inside her soon.
“My turn.” I frantically pulled off my drawstring pajama bottoms and freed my swollen, aching, hard as a rock cock. Dropping the remote onto the bed, I crawled to her on my knees until I was positioned right between her splayed legs with my cock aimed at her shimmering pussy. Still clutching the buzzing egg, she looked at me, her eyes lustful and her mouth parted as if she was holding her breath in sweet anticipation of my next move.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out, tiger, but I want you to play with yourself with the egg while I do.”
She nodded feverishly. Without wasting a second, I drew her closer to me and plunged my cock inside her. It glided in effortlessly, her pussy so wet and ready. “Oh, tiger,” I groaned, “you feel fucking incredible.” On my next breath, I was banging her ruthlessly.
As moans gathered in the back of her throat, I tore off her pajama top, craving her raw silky flesh against mine. I circled my arms around her slender torso and felt the sweet friction of her puckered nipples against my chest as she rocked with me and clenched my cock with her muscles. She’d gotten used to my size. My cock pulsated while heat coiled between my thighs. Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long.
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