A Very Dirty Christmas

by Sabrina Paige

  "I don't know what I'm doing, Gaige" she whispers. "I don't know what we're doing."

  "You're always too much in your head, darlin'," I say, kicking off my shoes and sliding my jeans down over my ass. "So just stop thinking. Take off those fucking clothes before I tear them off you."

  Delaney's eyes get big again. "Do you just order women around like that?" she asks. "Is that your thing?"

  "My thing? Fuck. I'm naked and you're still standing there talking," I say. "I will rip your clothes off. Try me. It's not an idle threat."

  "So girls just do what you tell them to do?" she asks. But both of her hands are on the hem of that silky-as-hell shirt of hers, paused as if she's deciding whether or not to strip. I'm going to make that decision real fucking easy, because I'm not playing any more.

  "Stop talking," I say, my hand on the base of my cock. "Take. Off. Your. Goddamn. Clothes. Now." I punctuate each word for emphasis, and I swear to all that is holy, I am very close to tearing open her clothes like a wild animal. I've waited long enough for her. Four years. Four years and three months. Four years and three months and nine days.

  Delaney starts to lift her shirt, but she's too slow, and I reach for the material, yanking it over her head in one swoop. Her hair spills down her shoulders, strands tumbling down her breasts. Taking a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, I yank her roughly against my hardness. When she moans, it's almost my undoing.

  I kiss her, and it's nothing like the other times I've put my lips against hers. All of those kisses were just a prelude to this. This is the real deal. That rush I get when I'm racing is like nothing compared to my tongue in Delaney's mouth, my hand cupping her breast and feeling her melt against me. It sends adrenaline coursing through my veins, the rush of arousal better than any other high in the world.

  Delaney gasps when I finally take my mouth off hers. "Hell, Gaige," she whispers, putting her fingers to her lips.

  "Shit, you ain't seen nothing yet, darlin'," I tell her. It's part promise and part warning. I'm not sure what this girl is going to do to me. I think she might fucking destroy me.

  Before she can protest, I yank her pants down at the sides, and they fall loosely to the floor. Sitting down on the chaise, I pull her toward me.

  "I don't have any condoms," she says, her voice soft.

  I raise my eyebrows. "That's surprising, darlin'," I say. "Since you bought them in bulk for your little prank. But don't worry -- I've got some. Besides, I don't want you on my cock yet. I want you on my face."

  "Oh," she says, and she blushes. She's standing here stark naked in front of me, but me telling her to sit on my face is what makes her blush. That's irony.

  "Get over here," I order. "I want you on my cock, but after four years of imagining what you taste like, I want you to ride my face first. I'm going to bury my tongue inside you."

  "Gaige, you're so –"

  "Don't even say it," I growl. "I already know what you're going to say. Arrogant, cocky, such a dick?"

  She blushes, and it makes me want to see if she does the same when she comes for me. It makes me want to see if she continues to feel self-conscious, or if she loses her inhibitions and lets go. Starting with her riding me until she comes all over my face. "That's not what I was going to say."

  "Stop fucking talking," I order. "Now I'm going to lie back here, and you're going to climb up on top of me and put your pussy on my face. Before I have to tell you again."

  Delaney blushes, but she does exactly what I tell her, bringing her knees up on either side of my legs, and straddling me. I slide down, leaning back on the padded arm of the chaise, and pause for a minute, her pussy directly in front of my face. When I breathe in her scent, my cock goes so rigid I think it might explode. I've never come just from eating a girl out, but there's a distinct possibility of that happening with Delaney.

  Up close, I can see how fucking wet she is and that fact alone makes me practically lose my mind. She might pretend she's all professional and disinterested, but the shimmer of her wetness between her legs tells me otherwise. When I touch the tip of my tongue to her pussy, she moans, the sound almost painful.

  "Oh my God, Gaige," she whispers.

  That pushes me over the edge. Grasping her ass cheeks, I pull her down hard, smothering my face with her. My tongue explores every inch of her sweet pussy, and I take my time licking her. Fuck, I don't just lick her. I devour her. I eat her like a starving man, because that's what I have been until this very moment. I didn't know how hungry I was until right now.

  Delaney's breath comes in gasps, shorter and shorter, and she grinds herself against my face like she's riding a bucking bronco. When I fuck her with my tongue, she rides me harder, her fingers gripping my hair as she grinds her pussy harder and harder against me, her rhythm becoming more erratic. I spread her ass cheeks and press my finger against her asshole while I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I can.

  "Gaige. Gaige. Gaige." She's moaning my name, and I know she's about to lose control. So I put my hands on her waist and pull her off my face and stand her up beside the chaise before she can even say another word. Especially after the incident at the pool, she deserves to ache for me. "Not so fast, darlin'," I tell her.

  Delaney groans. "What?"

  "You think I'm going to let you come that easily?" I ask, shaking my head. "Especially after that massive case of blue balls you left me with before?"

  "I'm so…" Her voice trails off, her breath short. Her breasts move up and down as she gasps.

  "Close?" I ask. "Good. Now get on your knees, back up on the lounge, the same direction you were facing when you rode me."

  She gives me a look. "You're so fucking bossy."

  "Don't pretend like you don't like it, sweetheart," I say, slapping her hard on the ass. I watch her ass jiggle, and her breasts sway. I've never really been into the whole spanking thing, but shit, it's fucking hot having her like this, on her hands and knees. Hell, it's hot telling her what to do and having her actually do it.

  "Did you just spank me?" Delaney looks surprised, but she giggles.

  "I'm going to do more than just spank you if you keep laughing like that." I don't know why, but I like riling her up.

  "Like what?" she asks. She grins like she's daring me.

  I slap her on the ass, so hard it leaves a handprint this time, and Delaney moans. She actually moans. She likes it. Shit. I knew this girl was going to be the death of me once I got her naked. "You like that?"

  "Yes," she whispers. I can barely hear her, so I slap her ass again, watching her breasts move.

  "Say it louder." I do it again.

  "Yes."

  I run my hand over her ass cheek, and then reach between her legs, my fingers touching her wetness. Her pussy lips are swollen, and I imagine her pussy is throbbing just about as hard as my cock is now. When I withdraw my fingers, she whimpers. I walk around to the arm of the chaise, where her hands are placed, and stand in front of her.

  My cock is near her face, and she opens her mouth immediately, like it's a reflexive action, my cock in front of her face and she automatically opens up.

  I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. She's like a piece of fucking art, paused there for a moment with her tongue nearly touching my cock.

  I watch, enraptured, as she catches the strand of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock, following it up until she reaches the head, where she presses her tongue to the tip. The light touch is not nearly enough, and I grab the entire length of her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I jerk her toward me. She moans as she takes me in, her warm mouth enveloping me, inch by inch, making these little noises with that send vibrations through my cock.

  "That's right," I encourage her. "Your mouth is so fucking hot."

  She wraps one hand around the base of my shaft, pumping me while she sucks at me greedily, and I watch her, refusing to close my eyes for a moment, even when it's making me so close I think I'm going to come. Eventuall
y it's too much, her looking at me with those big eyes and her mouth full of my dick, and I can't take it anymore.

  I rip her away from me.

  "What's wrong?" she asks. "Was that not okay?"

  "Shit, are you kidding?" I ask, bending over to grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans, crumpled into a heap on the floor. Lightning fast, I'm ripping open the condom wrapper with my teeth, and rolling it on. I pull her up to her feet, standing so that she's facing me, and I press my cock against her skin while I run my hands along her body. With my hand at the nape of her neck, I kiss her softly, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. "I was about to fill this sweet little mouth of yours up with cum."

  She makes this little whimpering sound and I reach between her legs to find that she's soaked. "Oh," she says.

  "Oh?" I ask, sliding two fingers inside her. "Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to come in that pretty mouth?"

  Delaney exhales forcefully. "Yes," she says. "I wanted to taste it."

  Hearing that she wanted to taste my cum makes me crazy. I slide my fingers from her, and drag her down with me on the lounge. She kneels astride me, her forehead pressed up against mine, her hair falling down around our faces like a curtain. I tease her entrance with the head of my cock, and she sinks down onto it, letting out this low moan. "Shit, you're tight."

  "Shit, you're…not small," she whispers. I start to laugh, but then she's riding me, and I'm too busy wrapping my lips around her breast to think about anything except the fact that Delaney is fucking me, grinding into me as she takes me deeper and deeper, her already tight pussy swelling around me as she becomes more aroused. I love being inside her, and all I can hear is her moaning, whimpering louder and louder as she begins to lose control. I grip her ass cheeks as I pull her down harder on me until she's throwing her head back and calling my name.

  "Oh God, Gaige, I'm so close." When she pulls my face against her breast, I suck her nipple so hard I swear I'm going to bruise her. And when I press my finger against her asshole, she cries out, something that sounds more like a scream. Then she comes, her muscles clenching around my cock, in a series of spasms that sends me over the edge and milks every last drop of cum from me.

  Afterward, I sink back against the back of the lounge, closing my eyes and waiting for my heart rate to come back down to normal instead of where it's at right now, which is at a beat-out-of-my-damn-chest level. I am probably dangerously close to having some kind of cardiac event.

  All because of Delaney.

  Wants-to-be-professional Delaney.

  Wants-me-to-come-in-her-mouth Delaney.

  My stepsister Delaney.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Delaney

  I open my eyes, half-expecting that when I do, this will all have been a dream. Or a nightmare, I'm not sure. Did I really just take off my clothes and ride Gaige on the roof of the house? The sunroom is completely transparent, encased in glass, for shit's sake, and I'm sitting here with Gaige's cock still inside me.

  When I open my eyes, I'm looking into Gaige's. "Hi," he says, and his mouth turns up at the corners, that shit-eating-grin on his face. Damn it, I just know that he's going to be impossible to live with now. He's going to think I want him all the time. I feel obligated to let him know that is definitely not going to be the case.

  "I hope you don't think this means anything is different between us," I say. Crap, that came out wrong. It sounds totally bitchy.

  But Gaige laughs. "Whatever you say, darlin'," he says. "You want to pretend like you're not lusting after me all the time, go right ahead."

  "See, I knew that's what you'd think if we ever hooked up." I slide off of him, feeling incredibly awkward standing there naked, and scramble around for my clothes, scurrying back into them as quickly as I can.

  Gaige stands there looking around, buck naked, holding the used condom in his hand. "I don't suppose there's any discrete way of throwing this out, is there?"

  "Oh my God, no," I say. "Not up here. You want the staff knowing we screwed?"

  "I'm sure your father has hidden cameras or something in the house," Gaige says, his voice calm.

  "No way," I say, my heart beating wildly in my chest. "Oh my God. You don't think he does, do you?"

  Gaige laughs. "Relax, darlin'," he says. "It's our dirty little secret." Then I watch as he puts the condom in my teacup.

  "Did you just put that in my cup?" I ask, my voice like two octaves higher than its normal pitch. "That's the grossest thing I've ever seen."

  Gaige shrugs. "You'd rather I carry it through the house to the bathroom?" he asks. "The cup's empty. Get rid of it in the bathroom. Don't be such a priss."

  "I'm not being a priss," I say, bristling at his attitude. Did he really just say this was our dirty little secret? I mean, I don't want him to shout it from the rooftops, but shit, he's acting like he's all embarrassed to have screwed me. This is more awkward than I thought it would be. "And you don't have to worry. I'll keep my mouth shut."

  "I sure as fuck hope not," he says, pulling his t-shirt on over his head. He winks at me, obviously meaning it in the lewdest way possible. "I kind of liked it when it was open."

  I can feel my face flushing warm, and try to hide it by leaning over to grab my novel, but Gaige sees it.

  "You're blushing," he points out helpfully. "It's cute."

  Of course that makes me blush even deeper. "Cute," I say. "I can't believe I heard the word cute come out of Gaige O'Neal's mouth."

  He raises his eyebrows as he walks past me, teacup in his hand. "Stick around, darlin'," he says. "I just might surprise you."

  Gaige does surprise me, a few minutes later, after I've retreated to my room. I'm undressed and about to step in the shower when his voice makes me nearly jump out of my skin. "Hey."

  "Shit, you scared the crap out of me. What, are you no longer knocking now?"

  "Touchy, touchy," he says. He's grinning. He's fucking pleased with himself, so I slap his arm playfully. "Careful, darlin', I remember how you liked the spanking I gave you earlier."

  "What are you doing here?" I ask. "You know our parents aren't going to be out all night."

  "What, you think they're going to check our rooms for us?" he asks. "We're not sixteen."

  "They could hear," I say, swatting his hand away as it slides up my leg.

  "Only if you're as loud as you were in the sunroom," Gaige says. I feel myself flush, and Gaige laughs. "Don't feel bad. I'd be that loud if I were having the best sex of my life, too."

  "You're full of yourself," I say. "I'm getting in the shower."

  "I never pretended to be humble," Gaige says, stepping around me and into the shower without even asking. "Are you going to join me, or what?"

  "Are you always this annoying after sex?" But I step inside, closing my eyes as the water runs over my head and down my body. I brush away the water on my face, opening my eyes to see Gaige watching me.

  "I don't know," he says.

  "You don't know what?"

  "I don't know how I am after sex." He applies body wash to his hands, then rubs his hands over my shoulders and along my arms, working up a lather on my skin.

  I shouldn't be showering with Gaige. I mean, I definitely shouldn't have done what we did earlier in the sunroom either, but I really shouldn't be prolonging things. What happened in the sunroom was crazy, my mind snapping and me losing all sense of reason and propriety. But my sanity is back now.

  At least, my sanity is back until his hands are roaming over my breasts, my skin slick. And until I look at his well-defined chest muscles right in front of me. Then I think I lose my mind again. I reach out and touch him, running my fingers down his abdomen. "What do you mean, you don't know how you are after sex?"

  Gaige shrugs. "I don't usually stick around long enough to find out what chicks think after sex."

  "Chicks?" I ask. But I'm still smiling. "You really are a pig, aren't you?" If he doesn't stick around after sex, why the hell is he here?


  Gaige grins broadly. "Oink, oink," he says.

  "That's hot. At least you're honest."

  "Want to hear some more honesty?" he asks, his finger tracing around my nipples, one and then the other. Heat rushes through my body at his touch and I find myself wanting him back between my legs. Damn it. It's like we didn't just have sex minutes ago.

  One time is a mistake, I think. Twice…well, that's something else entirely.

  "Why are you here?" I ask him.

  Gaige takes my hand and wraps it around his cock. "Because you make me so fucking hard I can't think straight," he says. "Because I spent a whole summer four years ago hanging out with you all the time, and thinking every day how it would feel to have your lips wrapped around my cock. Today was the first time I got to feel them."

  "You spent a whole summer thinking about me blowing you?" I stroke him lightly, my hand running down his length, even as part of me thinks there's no way in hell I should be doing this. I'm worried that Gaige is going to be addictive, and that's terrifying.

  "I spent a whole summer thinking about you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock," he says, his voice low and gravely. "I spent four years thinking about you sitting on my face. Four years thinking about you riding me."

  "I – " I start. I realize I don't know what the hell to say. The fact that Gaige has spent any time at all fantasizing about me – about us – seems absurd. "I'm sure you say that to all the girls."

  Gaige laughs. "Not quite, sweetheart."

  "You know, some people use that word as a term of endearment," I say, my hand stroking him lazily. "You make it sound like an insult."

  "You take it whichever way you want, darlin'," he says.

  "I don't know whether to be annoyed or turned on."

  "Now, I've definitely heard that before," he says, smiling as he reaches between my legs. "I'd say turned on is more accurate."

  Arousal courses through my body when he touches me, but I stop his hand with mine. "I've never been turned on by someone who irritates me as much as you do, Gaige."