When Trey had come home tonight to find Kelly’s aunt Serena at his grandmother’s house, Serena had smiled like she knew a good secret, and then mentioned, ever-so casually, that Kelly’s fiancé had dumped her. He’d had another girlfriend tucked away, Kelly found out, they had a fight and he walked out.
Fucking jerk, Trey had thought angrily.
But hey, lucky for Trey. Because Kelly had just started to suck him, not some stupid rich boy with a silver spoon in his mouth and a stick up his ass.
Kelly’s mouth was all over him, her tongue flicking like a butterfly dancing. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, feeling her lick and lick, her red hair falling like warm silk across his thighs.
He brought his head up, picked up the camera, and took a picture of her bent over him. Her ass was up in the air, hips tapering to a curved waist, the muscles of her arms working as she held herself up over him.
She jumped as the flash went off and nipped him.
“Mmm, yeah,” he murmured. He lifted his hips, and her mouth slid over him again like a sheath.
Her tongue moved, not like she was practiced, but like she was having fun. She licked him hard, concentrating on the sensitive skin just under his tip.
He angled the camera to take in his cock and her lips on it and clicked the shutter. She jerked again, but didn’t stop. He took another picture, this one from the other side.
When she backed off, he almost groaned in frustration, but she started licking his cock up and down, from tip to base and back again. He lifted his butt so she could get all the way down to his balls and beyond. He pointed the camera down there and kept his finger on the button.
She closed her eyes against the bright flash, but kept licking, wonderful woman.
He couldn’t stop his finger clicking the camera. He took shot after shot of her slathering her tongue all over him, nuzzling his balls, her eyes shut, closing her teeth gently over one of his testicles.
She came up again and swallowed his cock into her mouth. He felt the climax building up in his balls, the seed wanting to burst out. Only his clenched muscles kept it in. He grimaced, the cords on his neck tightening as the pleasure went on and on.
“Oh no,” he said. “I don’t want it to stop.”
She responded by sucking harder, lips and tongue encouraging him. She moved her hand to his balls, squeezing them lightly.
“Fuck,” he whispered. The camera clicked once, twice, three times as his buttocks squeezed together, and he came.
Seed shot into her mouth and trickled out again over his cock. He laced his hand through her hair, loving it soft and warm all over him as she milked him with her mouth.
She licked and suckled until his throat ached with his groans. Damn, you are so beautiful, why the hell didn’t I grab onto you when I had the chance?
He fell onto his back, spent, and Kelly lifted her head. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and looked at him, shy but happy.
“I think you used up the card,” she said, touching the camera.
Trey dropped the camera, sat up, and hauled her into his arms. He kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue, letting her taste herself in his mouth. She made noises in her throat and wrapped her arms around him, fingers pressing his back.
He kissed until his lips started to go numb. He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his forehead against hers. “That was good, that was so good.”
She kissed his lips, softly this time. “Yeah, it was. Want some eggnog?”
* * * * *
Kelly poured eggnog from a carton into two highball glasses and handed one to Trey. He took it with a grin, not seeming to care that she hadn’t made the eggnog from scratch. John had always expected her to be a gourmet cook.
Trey had taken off his boots, but put his jeans back on. They hugged his hips, reminding her he hadn’t bothered with his underwear.
He looked good, and he tasted good, and he smiled at her good. When John had walked out, she’d thought this Christmas would be nothing but tears, and her trying to put on a happy face at her aunt’s house.
And now…
They’d left the camera in the living room, because Kelly was right, they’d used up the card. She’d never dreamed she was the kind of girl to tell a guy to strip and then take pictures of him. And then let him take pictures of her sucking him off! She’d lost her mind.
If this is insanity, it sure is fun.
Trey rummaged through cupboards, muscles sliding under his bronzed skin, until he pulled out a bottle of Kentucky bourbon.
“A little for you,” he said, unscrewing the bottle and dolloping some into her eggnog, then his. “And a little for me.”
He screwed the bottle shut and picked up his spiked eggnog, leaning against the counter. He lifted his glass in front of his wide chest and said, “To Kelly, the most beautiful girl in Makeview.”
Kelly’s face heated. “I wasn’t beautiful when I opened the door. I looked awful.”
“Are you kidding? I knew you’d just gotten out of the shower, smelling all exotic with your fancy soap.” He grinned, then suddenly his smile faltered. “Hey, were you prettying yourself up for someone? Do you have a date later, and I’m just the appetizer?”
She started laughing, and pressed her hand over her mouth. “Only Mr. X.”
Trey’s brows lifted. “Who the hell is that? Some wrestler? I work out, but I don’t know if I could go against a guy who could lift me up and slam me onto the floor.”
“Mr. X isn’t a person. He’s a…um.”
“An ‘um’? You can tell me anything, Kelly, I won’t repeat it.” He took a sip of eggnog around his grin.
If any other man had said that, Kelly would have been wary. But she believed Trey. She knew she could trust him, though she couldn’t say why.
“He’s a vibrator.”
Trey choked on his eggnog. He set the glass down, coughing. “Oh, man.”
“What’s so funny? Women need release as much as men do.”
Trey wiped his mouth and shook his head. “I’m not laughing. I was thinking maybe you should introduce me to him and show me exactly what you were going to do with him. Or, pretend I’m not there, and I’ll just watch.”
Kelly pressed her thighs tight together, imagining his steady blue gaze on her while she rubbed Mr. X all over her pussy.
“We should finish our eggnog first,” she said hastily.
“Sure. You got any whipped cream?” He turned away and opened the refrigerator as he spoke, thoroughly at home. He found the can of whipped topping in the doorway and brought it out. “Great.”
He squirted a glop on the top of his eggnog and held the can out to her. “Want some?”
“No, thanks.” She watched, entranced, as he slowly swirled his tongue around the whipped cream on his drink. He snaked his tongue into his mouth, sucking up the cream, a white droplet clinging to the tip of his nose.
He caught her gaze, and his smile turned dark. “Kelly, take off your dress.”
The juice between her thighs flowed faster. She touched her knit dress, knowing she had nothing on under it, having left her panties by the stairs.
She slowly inched the dress up her thighs, then pulled it up and off over her head. It was a little cold to be naked, and her nipples lifted, small and tight.
Trey put down his eggnog and strolled over to her, his bare feet whispering on the floor. “I was wrong about you being the most beautiful woman in Makeview. I have to say the most beautiful in the world.”
She blushed. “You put too much bourbon in your eggnog.”
“No, I didn’t, baby. I remember dancing with you way back when, thinking you were so hot.” His gaze raked her, resting on her plump breasts, the curve of her hips. “You’ve gotten hotter than ever. Damn.” He shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. “I can’t believe I haven’t been with you all this time.”
“You wanted to start your own life.”
“I know. See what happens w
hen you don’t pay attention?”
Kelly didn’t know quite what he meant, but she did understand the sly grin he gave her just before he squirted whipped cream all over her naked breasts.
She squealed. He bent her back over the counter, while she clutched her glass of eggnog and let him lick the cream off her breasts in slow strokes.
Her nipples tingled as he wiggled his tongue over each tip. He sucked off the cream and licked around the areolas, making her push herself into his mouth.
“You make a damn good sundae,” he said.
She grabbed the whipped cream can from him and sloshed cream across his shoulders. She ate it off him, licking the round scar from his rodeo days, just like she always wanted to.
He snaked his arms around her waist as she cleaned him, feeling his hard cock rub her pussy through his jeans. She wriggled against him, letting the seam of his fly move like fire on her clit. The friction was good, almost as good as his hands or his tongue.
He caught her bare thighs in his hands and lifted her so her butt rested against the counter. Then he moved to her, pressing the hard denim bulge against her clit, holding her ass with firm fingers.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered into her hair. “Can’t get enough.”
He ground his hips against her, spreading her legs wide. She moved with him, letting him fuck her through his jeans, getting the fabric all wet with her female juices. His cock, even behind his fly, was so much better than Mr. X could ever be.
She moved herself on him, the fabric burning on her clit, the heat feeling so good. She threw her head back, her long hair tickling her ass, so erotic, and pumped against him. “Ohhh,” she said. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” he whispered. “Come for me.”
Kelly didn’t want to, not so soon. She wanted to savor the hot feel of his pants on her cunt, his cock pressing so tight against the seam she was surprised the zipper didn’t break.
A blackness came over her mind, edges tinged in white fire, and her whole body jerked. “Trey,” she babbled. She bucked against him, and he slammed his ridge into her, holding her tight, sliding on her. Noises escaped her mouth and then all-out screams.
Suddenly, the beautiful bulge left her, and she nearly cried. Trey lifted her around the waist, carried her two feet, and deposited her on a kitchen chair. “I don’t want to come in my pants,” he said, sounding desperate.
He ripped open his zipper, thrust his jeans down and off, then straddled her and started rubbing his hard, hot cock between her breasts.
Still frantic from her climax, Kelly thrust her own fingers against her clit. She moaned with delayed release, and clutched his smooth cock, letting him fuck between her breasts and fingers at the same time.
Trey closed his eyes and moaned, and then his seed squirted out and spilled all over her. He held himself against her, pumping against her breasts. Ropes of cum shot out, and she caught them in her hand, liking the silky texture and the feel against her bare skin.
He held himself against her, cock snug between her breasts, for a long time. Then he opened his eyes, dropped to his knees, spread her legs apart and licked her swollen clit and pussy until she screamed her release again.
* * * * *
A short while later, Trey sat naked on the chair, holding an equally naked Kelly on his lap.
Kelly smelled good, a mix of coconut soap and his cum and hers, kind of like they’d made love on a tropical beach. She was a warm and soft lapful, her head resting on his shoulder, her red hair flowing down to his lap.
The clock over the door said eleven, the night outside was black, and winter wind howled around the windows. He kissed her cheek. “Kelly, sweetheart, I have a problem.”
She lifted her head, brows puckering. “You have to go to the bathroom?”
He stared at her in surprise, then burst out laughing. “Oh, man, no wonder I’m in love with you. No. I want to take you up to your bedroom and fuck you the rest of the night, but I don’t have any condoms.”
“What?” She sounded amused, but something watchful entered her brown eyes. “The gorgeous Trey Kincaid wasn’t prepared to get laid?”
He shook his head. “I came home to Makeview figuring I’d visit with my grandmother and uncle and nephews. Not exactly a reason to pack condoms.”
“Oh,” she said. “I guess not.”
“You don’t have any lying around, do you?”
“No. I don’t have anyone to buy them for.” She sounded a little wistful. But Trey was here to change all that.
“Well, then.” Trey eased her from his lap, and then held her hands while she stood in front of him. Damn, she had the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. “I’ll drive to the convenience store up on the freeway. It’s open twenty-four hours, even on Christmas.”
Kelly looked shy again—while standing stark naked in front of him. She was so damn cute. “If you go up there and buy condoms, everyone in town will know,” she said.
“I know.” He stood up, skimming his hands up her arms and locking his fingers behind her neck. “But I’ll have to risk it.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “I want to make love to you, Kelly. I’m going to. All right?”
She kissed him, her lips warm and smooth. “Fine by me.”
Trey released her, but held her hand as they walked back to the living room. “It’s too much to hope that they have lube up there, too, isn’t it?”
She squeezed his hand. “Now that, I do have.” When he glanced at her in surprise, she said, “To smooth the way for Mr. X.”
Trey laughed softly. “I am so looking forward to playing with your friend. He and I are going to teach you a thing or two.”
He loved how she shivered in excitement. He imagined her moaning for him as he massaged her clit with the vibrator and his hands. His cock went rock-hard.
She noticed. “Are you sure you can get into your pants?”
“I don’t know, but I have to try.”
Back in the living room, Trey picked up his underwear and put it on, stuffing his needy cock away. He pulled on his jeans, zipped them with some struggle, and reached for his sweatshirt.
Kelly watched him, looking disappointed that he was hiding his body away. Well, when he returned, he’d do a slow striptease for her. He’d like her watching him undress, her eyes all eager.
He threaded his belt through the loops again and buckled it, remembering what fun it was to spank Kelly’s ass with it. Another thing he’d be sure to do some more tonight.
He pulled on his socks and boots, then picked up his sheepskin coat and his hat. She hung onto the newel post at the bottom of the stairs and gave him a wistful look, like she thought he was going out for condoms and not coming back.
Fat chance. He bent over her and gave her a slow, loving kiss. “You stay warm, now.”
She nodded. “I will.”
It was hard to turn around and walk away. Trey made himself do it, reasoning that the faster he left, the faster he’d get back, and then they could make love all night and all the way up to time for him to show up at the Christmas dinner table.
He undid the deadbolt, then reached for the doorknob. It wouldn’t turn. He tried again, but the thing didn’t budge under his hand.
“Is this locked?” he asked.
Kelly came forward, bare feet whispering on the board floor. “I only have the dead bolt.” She reached around him for the knob, her naked body brushing his.
If they were together, like a married couple, he wouldn’t need to rush out for condoms. He’d be able to strip off again, lay her down on the floor, and go for it. He suddenly wanted that with all his might. Kelly, his and his alone.
She was still messing with the knob. “I guess it’s stuck. You’ll have to go out the back door.”
But when they got to the back door, that knob wouldn’t work either. Trey rattled it and pushed and pulled the door.
“This is weird,” Kelly said. “Maybe the door swelled with the storm. I can ca
ll a locksmith, see what he thinks.”
“At eleven p.m. on Christmas Eve?” Trey asked. Standing here fully dressed with her stark naked was making his cock throb harder than ever. He didn’t want a locksmith bothering them just now.
She nibbled her thumb. “Hmm, this is starting to remind me of a horror movie.”
Trey chuckled, suddenly understanding what was going on. He took off his hat and rubbed his hand through his hair.
“No. I know exactly what this is. It’s your Aunt Serena and my grandmother. They decided I should stay here tonight. And believe me, honey, when they’re scheming, they’re scarier than any horror movie you ever saw.”
Chapter Four
Upstairs, sitting on Kelly’s dresser, in plain sight, was an unopened box of condoms.
Kelly, clutching the dress she’d picked up on the way out of the kitchen against her cold skin, stared at it in surprise. “How did that get here?”
Trey cut her a glance. “You tell me.”
She approached the box and looked at it. Magnums, unopened. “I don’t know. I didn’t buy it.”
Trey put his hands on his hips, looking sexy, even fully dressed. “Maybe your fiancé left it behind?”
Kelly snorted. “Not magnums.”
Trey’s look turned thoughtful. He picked up the box, not pissed off or suspicious, just curious. “I guess they thought of everything.”
“They who? And what were you talking about downstairs—your grandmother and my Aunt Serena?”
Trey dropped the box on the nightstand and sat down on the bed. He took Kelly’s hands and pulled her down to sit next to him. The quilts felt cool under her butt.
“Have you ever heard of witches, Kelly?”
She considered. “You mean Wicca? That kind of thing?”
“That kind of thing. Well, my grandmother is a witch. So is your aunt. They kind of keep it under wraps, but I’ve always known. My grandmother does all kinds of tarot readings for me. How do you think I make all my business decisions?”
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