That Man 3

by Nelle L’Amour

  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 to mine. 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 bit 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 flexed. 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 coverlet. 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 good-bye 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 squeed.

  “Shhh!” I made a silencing gesture, placing my index finger 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 c
olored 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.

  “Your 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 just 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-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.

  “Play with the egg,” I breathed against her neck. She nodded and I could feel her hand move back between her legs. The buzzing echoed in my ears.

  “Blake, I’m going to explode,” she screamed, digging the nails of her free hand into my bicep.

  I quickly smashed my lips on hers to smother her sounds before she woke up not only her parents, but the entire neighborhood. This girl was one hell of a screamer.

  On a deep thrust, my climax surged forward and I squeezed her tightly against me. “Eyes, tiger!” I wanted her to watch me come.

  As her eyes pried open, I combusted, my hot release shooting out as she shuddered all around my pulsing cock. To stifle my own loud sounds, I bit down on her shoulder, close to her arched neck, for sure leaving a mark, if not a tear. I’d always wanted to bite her and now I had.

  Wasted, I collapsed against her, my head falling onto her marked shoulder. She ruffled my damp hair with one hand and caressed my sweat-laced back with other. It felt so good. She felt so good.

  “I love you, tiger,” I rasped against her sweet glistening skin. How easy these once unspoken words now came to me. I loved her so fucking much.

  She nuzzled my neck before taking my mouth in hers. “Blake, you’re a very naughty boy.”

  Indeed I was. Blake Burns was a very naughty boy. But Santa had looked the other way and given me just what I wanted for Christmas.

  Chapter 4

  Jennifer

  The egg was a wonder toy. Blake showed me every which way to use it—from stimulating his cock to putting it in my butt while he fucked me. The sensation of having it in my butt was beyond words. I experienced an out of this world orgasm that made me see stars. And there were more levels of stimulation. One called escalation—vibrations that started at a slow speed, then sped up and then stopped abruptly making me desperate for more, and another called surging, a mixture of pulsation and normal vibrating. I swear, I don’t know how many times we fucked. And I swear, I don’t know how either of us didn’t wake my parents up.

  Blake wanted me to go to sleep with the egg inside me so I would wake up wet and stimulated, ready for him. I told him that wasn’t necessary. Just having him in my bed, naked and raw, was all I needed. But he insisted, and I finally gave in, not having the energy to fight him. We exchanged yet another round of “I love you.” I’d lost count of how many times I’d said those words. And heard them. But I couldn’t get enough. In no time, I fell asleep in his arms, cradled in his warm manly body.

  *

  I was the first to awaken in the morning. My eyes fluttered open as awareness seeped into my brain. I was still spooned in Blake and could feel his heart beating against my back. One sculpted arm curled above my head while the other draped over my tummy. We had fallen asleep in this position, flesh to flesh, his erection pressed tightly against my backside. I twisted my neck to peer at him. God, he was beautiful in the morning. Soft breaths, as soothing as a cat’s purr, emanated from his gently parted lips, and a lock of silky hair fell onto his forehead. The fine layer of stubble that circled his jaw made him even sexier than imaginable. Oh God. What had I done to deserve this man? This God. This man who loved me and whom I loved back with my heart and soul. Usually, I woke up on Christmas morning with excitement and anticipation. Today, I woke up totally contented and satisfied. Santa had come and dropped off my best present ever. Blake Burns. Thank you, Santa.

  The familiar sounds of Christmas morning sounded in my ears. Downstairs, I could hear “Deck the Halls” playing on my parents’ stereo system (they still hadn’t upgraded to surround sound). When I was a little girl, I was always the first to wake up and trot downstairs, eager to see what Santa had brought me. As I grew older and learned Santa = Dad, I slept later, needing the extra hours of sleep to supplement my time-sucking hormones. I could have stayed in bed all day with Blake—just like this in his arms—but that wasn’t an option. As sunlight filtered into my room, I remembered something. Before we’d fallen asleep, Blake had told me Santa had another surprise for me—another toy. While nothing could possibly top that fucking (no pun intended) egg, I was suddenly eager to find out what it was.

  I maneuvered myself so I was facing Blake. I kissed his forehead, and his dazzling blue eyes blinked open.

  “Merry Christmas, Blake.” I brushed the wisp of hair off his forehead. My beautiful bedhead!

  He smiled and his eyes twinkled like stars. “Merry Christmas, tiger.” He traced my jaw with his fingertips before smacking his lips against mine. Another all-consuming, tongue-driven kiss ensued. I could easily get used to waking up this way every morning.

  After taking separate showers (we couldn’t risk taking one together with my parents up), we got dressed, both of us in jeans and sweaters. I was also wearing something else at Blake’s insistence—the little vibrating egg in my pussy. At the moment, it wasn’t vibrating. Blake had set the remote to the “off” position.

  “You’d better behave,” I whispered as we headed downstairs.

  “Don’t worry.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.” He playfully slapped my ass.

  I worried Blake wouldn’t be true to his word. He was a very naughty boy. My parents had learned over dinner we worked together but had no clue he was more than jus
t a friend or that I worked for him. At a porn channel no less. Though Mom and Dad knew the job with Peanuts, Conquest Broadcasting’s former children’s network, had fallen through, I’d led them to believe I was working for another division of the company. I’d just conveniently failed to mention it was Adult Entertainment.

  When we got downstairs, “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” was playing, and my dad was in the living room in his favorite reclining chair, reading the morning paper over a cup of coffee.

  “Good morning, you two sleepyheads,” he said, looking up from his paper and smiling.

  “Good morning,” Blake and I responded in unison.

  “You two sleep well?”

  Blake grinned. “The best bed I’ve ever slept in.”

  I cringed. Why did everything this man say have to be loaded with sexual innuendo? I sure as hell didn’t want my parents to know he’d fucked my brains out right under our roof. Before I could respond, my mother waltzed into the room, holding two mugs of steaming coffee.

  “I could hear you two come downstairs from the kitchen. I’ve brought you some fresh coffee.”

  “Thanks, Mom,” I said, taking the mugs from her. I handed one to Blake.

  Mom: “Blake, I hope you take cream in yours.”

  “Yes, thank you, Mrs. McCoy. The more cream the better.”

  I almost regurgitated my first sip of coffee. Last night, while he was fucking me for the second time, Blake had told me that he was going to cream me as he was about to come. My pussy quivered.

  My father rose from his chair and ambled toward our Christmas tree. “Now that everyone’s up, let’s see what Santa’s brought.”

  The rest of us followed him. As we gathered around the tree, my mother apologized to Blake. “Blake, dear, had we known you’d be here with us, we would have surely gotten you something. I feel terrible.”

  Blake smiled warmly at my mother. “No worries. Being here with you and your husband… and Jennifer… is more than I could possibly ask for.”