A Christmas Surprise: Bundle of Joy Series

by Grace, Kenna

  My thumbs hooked into the fabric on either side of my waist as I pushed down my pants until gravity took over and they bunched down to my ankles. I waited for Charlie to beckon me.

  His chest rose and fell with each breath. He took in the sight of my length and flicked his tongue across his lips. The palm of his hand turned back to the ceiling and his finger motioned towards him. Another step back.

  I slid out of my pants and complied. Another step forward and then another. I was nearing the washroom now and he was running out of space to back towards. Another step. And another. Another. I was in the washroom. The running water steamed up the mirrors.

  Charlie gasped when he took one last final step back and found himself pressed against the wall. His hand dropped to the side of his body.

  Only a few more paces now separated us. I pushed on eagerly. A foot length between us, then inches, then nothing. Charlie craned his neck as my lips found his. A spark.

  Our eyes drifted shut as our tongues danced and flicked and tasted. I took his wrist in the palm of my hand and pinned it to the wall above his head.

  Charlie moaned and traced his free hand down the curvature of my spine.

  My hips arched towards him and our stiff cocks pressed between our stomachs. Our leaking pre-cum coated each other’s shafts as we rocked into one another.

  Suddenly, he traced the tips of his fingers back up along my spine and neck and laced his fingers into my hair.

  I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and pulled away from our kiss.

  Gently, he pressed down on the top of my head.

  Eager to please him, I released his wrist from my grip and trailed my hand down along his torso as I moved to my knees. I took his cock in the palm of my hand and pressed it against his stomach. I alternated between sucking each of his balls into my mouth and rolling my tongue around their curvature.

  Charlie moaned and rolled back his head. His eyes drifted shut.

  Moving my focus to his cock, I lapped my tongue from his sac up the entirety of his considerable length. His salty pre-cum collected along the tip of my tongue, and I swallowed it back graciously.

  Gripping his shaft firmly at the base, I guided the head of his member into my separated lips. My tongue swirled around its perimeter before taking him in an inch at a time.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned.

  My mouth stroked his length as I swirled my tongue around him.

  Just then, he placed a couple fingers under the bottom of my chin and gently tilted my head up to look at them. His eyes motioned to the shower as he bit down on his lower lip.

  I gave him one last full stroke with my mouth before pulling away and standing back up. I took his hand in mine, swung open the shower door, and stepped inside. Charlie followed my lead and turned his back to the shower head.

  The hot water blasted down my chest and splashed back against his body. He reached for one of my hands and brought it to his face, sucking my thumb into his mouth. I moved my other hand around to his back and lowered it to his firm ass. I gave it a gentle squeeze.

  Charlie gasped.

  I let my thumb fall from his mouth and traced my hand down his chest until it reached our groins. With one hand, I wrapped my fingers around our cocks and caressed them together.

  He tossed his head back and began rocking his hips.

  My neck arched towards him as I placed a kiss along his shoulder. I pulled back and let the water fall back down my chest. My hips rocked with his until our rhythms matched and we thrusted as one through the grip of my hand.

  I bit down on my lower lip. My orgasm was starting to build. Charlie’s moans and the sensation of our cocks pressing along one another as I stroked us brought me inch by inch to spilling over.

  Charlie rolled his head forward and looked into my eyes. His face told me he was close as well.

  My hand swiveled with each stroke from the base of our cocks up to the swollen heads.

  He reached out an arm and pressed against the frosted steamy glass of the shower door. “I’m going to cum,” he growled. His head rolled back.

  Thick cum shot up my chest and washed back down with the water. The twitching of his cock against mine as he unloaded thick ribbons tipped me over the edge. My sac tugged up against my body and my vision started to blur. I fought to keep my myself from falling as my orgasm rocked through my body. “Fuck,” I groaned.

  I continued to stroke us until every last drop of cum dribbled from our cocks.

  Charlie and I started to laugh and pant as we regained our composure.

  I arched my neck down and gave him one last kiss and on the lips. “We should paint more often.”

  He nodded his head and fought to catch his breath. “Are you sure you don’t paint often?”

  My brows arched. “You saw my painting; did it look like something done by someone who paints often?” I let out a chuckle. “Why?”

  “Cause your stroke game is definitely on point.”

  I burst out with a heavy belly laugh. “Come on, let’s wash up and get that paint off you.”

  9

  Elliott

  After we finished washing up and throwing on some clean clothes, Clay and I made our way to the living room. I took a seat on the couch and Clay passed me the remote.

  “Why don’t you pick something and I’ll throw us on some popcorn. Maybe another glass of wine?”

  “Sure, any genre preferences?”

  He shrugged. “Not really. You can check Netflix, pretty sure they just updated the recently added section. Check the ratings out, maybe you’ll see something that catches your eye.”

  I scanned through a few movies while Clay threw some popcorn in the microwave. Nothing really stood out as something I was interested in watching, but honestly, I didn’t think I wanted to put on something I really wanted to see.

  All I could think about was Clay. I knew whatever I put on, my focus wasn’t going to be on the tv. Right now, everything felt perfect. I felt like I was the star of a hit romantic blockbuster. I tried not to entertain the thought too long, but every time I tried to shake it, it found a way to sneak back in.

  I was scanning the recently added section, but I wasn’t paying attention. In fact, I wouldn’t have been able to recall what the last movie I scrolled over was even called.

  Curiously, I changed the category to see what he was currently watching. I let out a chuckle as I read through a few of the titles. I imagined what life would be like with Clay. Would we watch movies and have popcorn, arguing over whose show we were going to binge for the night?

  My lips tugged up into a smile. Would we fall asleep cuddling in bed? Wake in the morning and share breakfast while I work on a crossword and he read the front-page news? Go for coffee during our lunches and gossip about our lives?

  “Find anything yet?” Clay called out from the kitchen.

  His voice snapped me back to the present moment. “No, not yet,” I shouted back.

  My thoughts drifted back to him. Just the thought of him was enough to make me smile. It had been a long time since an alpha made me feel this way. I knew I had feelings for him. I knew it was wrong. I knew once he found out the truth, this was all going to come crashing down on me.

  Suddenly, the microwave chimed and I could hear Clay’s footsteps scurry around and the fridge door opening and closing.

  Caught in a panic, I clicked around a few more times and blindly hit the select button, just as Clay walking back into the living room with a glass of wine in each hand and a plastic bowl resting on his forearms.

  “So, what did you pick?”

  My eyes went wide. “Uhhh.”

  He arched his brow and passed me one of the glasses before he took a seat. Fortunately, just as he did, the title screen popped up.

  “Ah,” Clay said, satisfied. “Good choice. Have you seen it before?”

  I shook my head. I hadn’t even read the description. “No, will I like it?”

  He gave me a wink. “You can choke on popc
orn if you don’t.”

  I rolled my eyes and scooted over so Clay had a spot between us on the couch to put the bowl of popcorn.

  10

  Clay

  Somehow, the few feet of space between Charlie and me had gradually reduced to only a few inches. I wasn’t complaining, though. I couldn’t explain it, but being next to Charlie felt right. He made me feel safe. He swung an arm over the back of the couch and rested his hand on my shoulder. My cock twitched against the fabric of my pants, begging to be freed. He also made me feel extremely fucking horny.

  I scooted over the remaining few inches until the gap between us was gone, and I nestled my head against his chest. The heat radiating off his body and his powerful scent wrapped me in a blanket. I inhaled deeply.

  We were nearly half an hour into the movie, but despite my eyes being focused on the screen, all my attention was being directed towards Charlie. The way his scent called to me, the weight of his arm around my shoulder, the areas of contact where our bodies intercepted.

  Charlie began to circle his thumb around my shoulder. My chest started to rise more fully and fall deeper with each breath. I was amazed at how his slightest touch could drive my body into a frenzy of want and need.

  I reached over to the coffee table, picked up my cup, took a sip, and set it back down. When I pulled my arm back though, I allowed it to rest on his thigh. My palm stayed where I had set down my hand, but I couldn’t help but explore wherever the tips of my outstretched fingers reached.

  It didn’t take long before the fabric covering his groin began to budge. My tongue wet my lips as I looked over at him from the corner of my eye. His jaw hung slack and his nostril flared as his hot breath poured down his chest with each exhale.

  Teasing him, I allowed the tips of my fingers to gently trace the outline of his bulge. Charlie bit down on his lower lip and began to ever so slightly rock his hips. My fingers fanned across the outline of a shaft.

  His breath became heavier. His eyes stayed focused on the movie. I knew it was just a charade. Watching his face contort as my fanned fingers stroked and teased him was so fucking hot.

  I knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more of this before he needed to have me inside him. Touching him this way was teasing myself as much as I was him. Using my hand to rub him over his pants, I pinched the fly of his zipper between two fingers and tugged it all the way down.

  Charlie couldn't resist anymore and broke his gaze away from the screen and looked into my eyes. They pierced right through me with such beautiful intensity. I arched my neck and leaned towards him. Charlie met me half way.

  Our lips gently pressed to each other’s. Not innocently, like a tease, but, fiery, passionate, and demanding. He tasted so sweet. Like a perfectly blended moscato. His lips were the glass from which I sipped and his passion was the wine I couldn’t get enough of.

  His tongue parted my lips in search of my own. When they finally met, they danced, flicking, messaging, and tasting. Lost in the moment, the world seemed to slip away. Right now, it was just me and Elliott and passion and steam and our need for each other’s bodies.

  I reached my hand into the fly of his pants and gripped his hard cock into the palm of my hand. Freeing it from its cage, I guided it out through the opening. I could already feel his slick pre-cum pooling at the tip and spilling down his shaft.

  Elliott let out a moan as I circled my thumb along the underside of his cock just beneath the head. I pulled away from our kiss and glanced down. Despite having already hooked up with him, I knew there was so much of his body that I had yet to discover. My eyes widened. I had no doubt that if I wrapped both of my hands around his shaft, his head would still protrude another inch.

  I ran my free hand along his inner thigh as I moved to my knees on the ground and took my place in between his parted legs. His eyes, full of anticipation, watched as my tongue found the base of his shaft. In one slow, fluid motion, I lapped up along his length.

  Charlie threw his head back. Teasing him, I flicked my tongue against the underside of his cock head. I could hear his breathing start to race. The head of his cock was now glistening with a thick coat of pre-cum. I couldn’t help but lap up his sweet nectar.

  I gripped the base of his shaft in one hand and guided his member into my parted lips. I sealed them around a few inches of his length and let my tongue taste the underside of his cock as I traced my way back up.

  Slowly, I lifted and lowered my head, taking a little more of his massive length into the warmth of my mouth with each passing moment. By the time I had reached a steady rhythm, I was taking in half of his length at a time. I stroked the other half of his cock with my hand.

  Peeking up at him, I watched as he bit down on his lower lip and his face contorted with pleasure. Seeing his body tense as I edged him closer to orgasm, I could start to feel the heat radiating from my thighs.

  I pulled back and let his cock fall from my lips. Placing a hand on either one of his knees, I pressed myself up from the floor. Charlie didn’t hesitate to stand as well and his lips quickly found their way back to mine.

  He wrapped a hand around my body and pulled me into him. His fingers traced down my spine until the palm of his hand settled on my ass. He gave my cheeks a firm squeeze, pulling my hips into him as he did so. I reached down between us and gripped his cock. His hips rocked as I stroked him.

  I could feel my body begin to ache with need. I released his member and unclasped my belt. He kissed me harder and deeper, sending shivers through my nerves that made my whole body tremble.

  Just when I was sure my knees were going to buckle and send me falling to the ground, Charlie broke away from our kiss. I brought my hand to his face and brushed my fingers along his stubble. “Bedroom?”

  His chest expanded and collapsed under his heavy breath and his eyes locked onto mine with an animalistic intensity. “No.”

  I bit down on my lower lip and raised a brow. “No?”

  Charlie shook his head. “I need you,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder, “now.” He spun around until he was facing the couch. “Do you have a condom?”

  His command sent another shiver through my nerves and I was eager to comply. I grabbed one of my condoms from my bedroom and stepped back behind him. I took a step closer and tugged down on my jeans until they bunched around my ankles. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as my hot breath poured down it like warm honey. His touch guided me to the couch where he rested on his knees.

  Charlie wasn't taking it slow anymore and I didn’t want him to. I ripped open the condom package and rolled it over my cock.

  A throaty moan escaped him each time my hard cock slapped against his ass as I positioned himself between his legs. He let the back of the couch support his chest and he arched his back.

  He glanced over his shoulder and watched as I dropped a dollop of spit into my hand. He turned back around and waited in torturous anticipation. The sound of my hand stroking myself as I coated my cock with spit made his hole throb for attention.

  Suddenly, a jolt of electricity travelled up his spine as my open palm slapped against his ass. I could see the back of his neck flush with blood as his body burned with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  The rush faded as quick as it came on when all my focus was shifted to Charlie’s tight ring. His ring throbbed as the head of my cock slipped into him. He drew a sharp breath.

  When his body had adjusted to my girth, he slowly rocked his hips back as I pressed my weight into him. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of pleasure rolled up his spine.

  I began thrusting into him. Slowly at first, but building up a rhythm as I rocked back against him. I reached a hand over his shoulder and began pulling into him as he rocked his hips and I filled him with the entirety of my cock.

  His orgasm started to build. “Harder,” he purred.

  As if his demand was music to my ears, I moved my hands to his waist and gripped him firmly. I thrusted int
o him harder and harder as I pulled his hips back to match the rhythm. A wave of pleasure rocked though my body and then another.

  “Fuck,” I growled. “I’m going to cum.”

  Charlie moaned back through a heavy breath. “Me too.”

  “Don’t stop.” He buried his face into the back cushion of the couch and clenched the fabric in his fists. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  I reached an arm over him and covered his mouth with my hand to muffle his moans. He bared his teeth from behind my palm and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His orgasm spilled and rushed through his body with ripples of electricity and pleasure and euphoria.

  His body tensed and spasmed and I could feel my cock throb through the contractions of his ring as I spurted ribbons of cum into him. I thrust into him a few more times before finally collapsing on top of him.

  I moved his hand from his mouth and he let out a euphoric chuckle as he came drifting back to reality. I could feel Charlie’s heart pounding against my stomach as we tried catching our breath.

  After a couple seconds, my cock fell from his ass. I stood up straight and he moved on to his feet. As soon as I stood, my knees trembled and white flecks danced around my vision. Charlie reached out a hand to help me steady myself as I regained my composure post orgasm.

  My eyes travelled to Charlie’s. Both of us were still trying to catch our breath as our hearts pounded. When our eyes met, my lips cracked up into a smile and Charlie let out a chuckle. He leaned towards me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

  I pulled away and reached for my cock to unroll the condom. “Shit,” I groaned.

  “What?”

  The tip of the condom had ripped open. “Condom broke.”

  His eyes opened wide. “In me?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I just noticed now when I was taking it off.”

  He thought about it for a moment and did some mental math. “We should be fine anyways.”