by Cassie James
“Eli,” she says my name quietly, and her warm breath brushing against my ear is way more of a turn on than I could’ve ever anticipated.
I grunt in response, barely fighting the urge to reach down and readjust where my dick is bulging uncomfortably in my jeans.
“I know you’re in your head about your family,” she says as she squeezes me a little tighter. “You don’t have to be, though. They’re great.”
“They’re fucking crazy.”
“Everyone’s family is crazy.”
“Your dad’s so fucking normal it hurts,” I quip back, and her laughter fills my ear like a Christmas hymn. Warmth blossoms in my chest as she pushes herself up on her knees just enough to press a kiss against my scruffy cheek.
“Nah, he’s really not,” she mutters, and there’s her breath all hot against my ear again. I reach behind me to wrap her thighs in an, admittedly awkward, grip. “Y’all have just seen the best of him.”
I almost tell her that she’s the best of him, but I’m not sure she’d take it as the compliment I mean it as. All my reasoning skills go out the window when she trails her lips down my cheek before locking them on the crook of my neck.
“Gemma.” Her name rolls off my tongue in a breathy sounding moan, and I’m struck again by just how goddamn awkward I can be. But she adds a little teeth in the mix, and I’m out of my head again.
“Gemma, my family’s downstairs.”
“I know,” she mumbles against my neck, and I swear to fuck I shudder at the way her breath brushes over the spot she was just sucking and nipping at. I’ll only be mildly embarrassed when Anna points out the hickey to the entire fucking family. “I just want you to relax—I’m having a good time.”
“My goddamn family,” I mutter darkly. She presses her face into my shoulder as she laughs.
“Who do you think would be most likely to come check on us? Your Nanna owes me for spilling that gravy all over me. She definitely deserves to walk in on us.”
“Gemma, stop.”
There’s a warning somewhere in the growly way I say her name, I swear.
“Listen, I know we don’t have whatever you got out of the box with us, but isn’t there a part of you that’s just a little turned on at the idea of doing something naughty in a house full of people?”
It’s funny what my brain decides to pick out of what she said to me. Not the whole fucking grandma might catch us part. Nope, the part about what I pulled from the advent box.
“So… I didn’t know if I’d have time to run home between dinner and going to your house. It’s actually in my pocket.”
“Seriously?” she asks, and I nod as I raise my hands to untangle her arms from around my neck and shoulders. I push to my feet and turn in time to see her pouting up at me. “Goddammit, is it another condom?”
I chuckle at the disappointment in her tone before reaching into my pocket and fishing out the handful of dice I’d honestly been stoked to get for our date. Gemma’s eyes light up when I hold them out for her to inspect, and I chew my lip when she reaches out to trace her finger over the side of one of the five dice.
Goddamn, I should show her my D&D dice collection.
I push the thought away in favor of upending the sexy dice into her palm. Gemma turns wide eyes up at me, and I smirk down at her before turning in my too-small childhood bedroom and clicking the lock in place.
“Oh my god, we’re doing this?” she asks, and I turn back to her with a cheeky grin.
Fuck yeah we’re doing this.
Gemma tosses the dice on the bed, and I lean forward to see what she got.
Bottom + Tickle + Shower + Heat + 10 Minutes
Gemma’s head quirks to the side as she studies the dice. I swear my dick goes harder somewhere as she runs her fingers over the side of them as she considers her next move. She plucks three of the dice up and drops them onto my rickety old bedside table.
“That’s better,” she says as she holds the pair up she’s decided to play with. They’re body parts and actions, and I swear to Santa or fucking whoever I have to thank for this Christmas miracle that I’m gonna cum right there if she keeps smiling up at me like this.
I take the dice from her and roll them onto the springy mattress. Lick + Navel. Don’t mind if I fucking do.
I crouch on the floor, jamming my extra-large frame between Gemma’s thighs as I pull her to the very edge of the bed. Her breath hitches in her throat as I finger the hem of the too-big t-shirt before pushing it up just enough to reveal a creamy patch of exposed flesh.
I dip my head, and she sucks in a deep breath just before my lips connect. She tips backwards, and I follow the motion of her body, shoulders pitching forward as I push myself up enough to continue swirling my tongue around the soft patch of skin.
Gemma moans low in her throat, and my head jerks up. Joking about getting caught by Nanna is all well and good, but actually getting caught by her isn’t something that I actually want to happen. Gemma and I will be in a church exchanging vows tomorrow if Nanna walks in. Plus, I’d never hear the fucking end of it from Anna.
“Sorry,” she mouths, but she doesn’t look all that sorry when she reaches for the dice and rolls them again. “Thigh and nibble?”
I fix her with a hard stare as I slip my fingers in the waistband of the sweats. “Be quiet,” I hiss, and she smiles cheekily at me as she lifts her hips so I can slip the pants down her legs easily.
This woman is going to be the death of me, that’s for damn sure.
I toss the pants somewhere behind me before I trace my fingers in a path from her ankles to her knees. I pause just at the top of them when she groans loudly again, and I can’t help my crooked smile when she covers her mouth with her hand.
The apology in her eyes is real this time at least.
I run my hands over her thighs, pausing to massage them gently before lowering my head to nip at the inside of one of her thighs and then the other. Gemma squirms in place, a throaty moan muffled by her hand. The sound shoots a jolt of awareness to my dick, reminding me how hard I am for her.
I stretch my hand out for the dice as I continue to nip and suck on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. I scoop them up and roll them without ever pulling my eyes away from her red panties that are calling out to me like a beacon in the night.
Gemma giggles, and I glance up to see her propped on her elbows staring down at the dice as she shakes her head. I pull my lips away from her thighs to pop my head up enough to see what they say. Rub + Lips
I quirk an eyebrow in challenge. Yeah, it doesn’t sound sexy, but I’m pretty sure if drug my thumb over her bottom lip she’d have something else to say about it. I reach for the dice again, but she wraps her hand around my wrist and drags it toward her lips.
My eyes sink closed at the feeling of her lips wrapping around my thumb before stroking it with her tongue. Okay, yeah, fuck the dice, I think as my eyes pop back open. I dig my free hand in my back pocket, fishing out the condoms I shoved in there with the dice earlier in the morning.
Gemma’s eyes hood at the crinkling sound of the condom packets, and she releases my thumb with an audible pop! I shift to my feet, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down, the zipper dragging across the head of my dick uncomfortably as it slips through the front of my boxers a little.
I suck a hiss through my teeth but bat her hand away as she reaches for my dick. We’ve already had too many close calls with being too loud, and we’ve been gone too long as it is. The last thing I need is her taking me in her hand or trying to wrap her delectable mouth around my cock. I would never be quiet enough to hide the fact that I’d brought my girlfriend up to my childhood bedroom to change out of her gravy clothes and just ended up fucking her instead.
I step out of her reach just far enough to slip the condom on without her help. Those hands have been over most of my body at some point or the other, and I know at some point I’ll let her put them on the rest of me, too. But this isn’t that ti
me. Not with Nanna probably waiting right outside of the door to catch me sinning.
I lean over her, bracing my fists against the too-soft mattress to kiss her, and she takes full advantage. Gemma snakes a hand between our bodies, wrapping my cock in her hand and stroking it through the condom. Heat explodes through my body, and I pinch my eyes closed as my arms give out.
I tear my lips away from hers, burying my face in her neck as I prop myself up on my forearms. Everything fucking shakes, and I’m doing my damnedest to not just collapse on top of her. I’m too big—I’ll crush her in an instant. But if she keeps stroking me like that…
I groan into her neck and nudge my hips forward just to be rewarded with the feeling of her rubbing the head of my dick against the front of her panties. Gemma moans softly in my ear, and even though it’s muted, the sound of it vibrating against the shell of my ear is enough to make my hips buck forward again.
She stokes me against the front her panties one last time before she gasps and pulls her panties to the side. I bury my face closer to her neck—nipping and kissing and sucking the skin at the crook near her shoulder—at the same time she lines my dick up with her hot, tight entrance.
I still for a moment, head pressing against her, but Gemma tips her hips up and all bets are off. I slide into her slowly, hips rocking as we adjust to the feel of one another’s bodies.
I want to fuck her slow, to make her come undone over and over again for hours at a time. But time isn’t a luxury we have right now, so I roll my hips against hers in a frenzied pace, reveling in the way her soft, quiet gasps fill the air around us as our skin slaps together a little more loudly than is safe.
Gemma’s nails dig through the thin material of my t-shirt as she grinds up against me, panting and moaning in the back of her throat as she tries and tries to get herself off. I could help. I know I could reach a hand between her legs and thumb her clit and she’d be off in a second, but where’s the fun in that?
Instead, I hook one arm under her waist and another around her shoulders before I roll us, satisfied as hell with myself when she ends up on top of me with a soft gasp and my dick still buried inside of her. Gemma pushes herself up, bracing against my chest with those same grappling fingers digging into my chest as she bites her lip and grinds against me.
And I don’t know what it is—if it’s the pressure of her grinding against me or seeing her with her head thrown back in pleasure while she’s wearing my high school rugby shirt—but as soon as her pussy tightens around me, I’m off with her.
I buck as her body spasms, and I’m not sure who’s whisper-moaning louder but I’m fucking terrified my entire family can hear us coming apart against one another.
Gemma collapses against me, breath panting from her lips, and I circle my arms around her waist to hold her close. I’m quiet for a long minute as I catch my breath, reveling in the way her body still spasms with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I feel her shifting, arm splaying to the side of where we’re lying, and I can’t help but laugh when she sits up and drops the dice on my chest. “We’re keeping these,” she informs me, and still, all I can do is laugh. Because yeah, I have a new favorite pair of dice for sure.
Thirty-Nine
Gemma
December 22
“Why’s your hair down?” Andre growls, the first words out of his mouth as he pulls out of my driveway and heads toward the heart of downtown.
I fidget in my seat as I glance over at him. “Cara told me I should wear it down with the dress.” I gesture to the red dress Andre insisted I wear for him. This is my something shitty happened dress usually, but no amount of pleading could convince him otherwise.
“Put it up. I’ve got plans for your ponytail later.”
I swallow hard as he shoots me a dark look that promises all sorts of other naughty things to come tonight. I pop open my clutch—the only one I own—and dig out the hair tie I stuck in there against Cara’s wishes.
Good thing, too.
Andre’s hand lands heavily on my thigh as I work my hair up into a sleek ponytail. I glance over at him but his eyes are trained on the road. Still, his hand creeps slowly higher as I finish tying up my hair and then let my own hands fall to my lap.
“Andre,” I say his voice in a warning tone.
“Gemma,” he mocks.
I shake my head but don’t say anything else the rest of the ride, my eyes straight ahead just like his even has his hand creeps slowly up my dress on a one-way trip to panty-town. He never reaches the holy land, though, because all too soon he’s pulling up in front of a familiar club.
“Here? Really?” I fidget with the hem of my dress as I remember the last time I was here.
Trying to forget about how Colin bailed on me yet again. Drinking so much I was seriously hungover the next day. My sweaty body practically merging with Andre’s as we danced much closer than two teammates ever should…
“Baby,” he says, grabbing my chin to turn my head so I’m forced to look at him, “We’ve got unfinished business here.”
“We do?”
A grin stretches across his dark, handsome face. “Yeah, the last time neither of us got to finish. This time, we both will.”
I open my mouth to protest whatever questionable plan he’s got in mind but he slides out of the car and hands his keys to a valet before I get the chance. The valet starts to open my door, but Andre waves him away so he can do it himself.
He offers me his hand—which I take—and then pulls me up out of my seat and tight against his chest.
“Andre…”
“Time to make this red dress some new memories, don’t you think?” He runs a hand over my hip, his eyes softening on mine. That’s when it hits me—he’s not just trying to get a rise out of me, he’s trying to make sure he erases all the bad memories this dress stirs up for me. All the times Colin stood me up and Cara dragged me out to take my mind off of it.
Well now he’s going to take my mind off Colin once and for all.
“I think you’re right.”
He squeezes my hand tightly and then keeps hold of it to lead me toward the club. Apparently, the bouncer either recognizes him or he’s planned ahead, because we get waved in ahead of the line that’s started to form inside.
I can see why once we enter. The place is way more crowded than when I was here with Cara. Based on the way a crowd gathers close to the stage, I’m assuming it has something to do with the DJ that’s here spinning tonight.
I take a step in that direction but get yanked back.
“What the—” My words are cut short as my back hits the wall in a darkened hallway.
“Shhh,” Andre whispers. “You’re not going to want to draw any attention over here at the moment.”
He leans his lower body against me, giving me a good feel of what he’s packing in his pants… and he’s not even hard yet. I’d been drinking so much the night we danced together that I guess I somehow missed the monster dick that he’s clearly hiding in his pants.
Where the hell has he been keeping that thing?
“What are you doing? I thought we were here to dance?” I whisper back.
“We are. But first…”
He shifts away from me long enough to grab something from his pocket. When he moves back, one of his hands finds its way between my legs. Something round and hard presses against my thigh. I frown at Andre as he meets my eyes.
Then a second round, hard thing touches me.
“What the hell?”
“Open,” he commands without giving me any kind of explanation. He presses the objects harder against me.
Pure curiosity drives me to do as he’s asked. I take a half-step apart as he brushes the back of his hand against my thigh, dragging whatever he’s holding over my sensitive flesh until he reaches my panties and uses just one finger to pull them aside.
“Uh…”
A small, round something presses against my entrance. My body tenses as I wait for him
to shove it inside of me—he surprises me by rolling the ball away to brush it against my clit first, instead. He does that a few times before he leans to speak directly into my ear.
“I want you nice and wet for me, and then I’m going to take these two ben wa balls and put them deep inside you. And then just when you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to take you upstairs and replace them with my cock.”
“Upstairs?” I echo.
“That’s right, baby. So get nice and wet for me now so I can put these where you belong and then buy us both a much needed drink.”
I let out a soft moan before admitting quietly, “I’m already wet.”
He makes a self-satisfied sound before pressing the balls back against my entrance. This time, my body offers no resistance as he presses them inside of me carefully, first one and then the other. My pussy clenches around the intrusion, holding the balls fast inside of me even as Andre gives a testing tug on the string connecting the two balls together.
I moan his name a little louder than I should at the exact same time a couple girls turn the corner to join us in our dark little hallway.
They stop short as they notice Andre’s hand up under my dress.
“Sorry,” one of them says as they let out a collective giggle.
I bury my face in Andre’s neck as he asks them to give us a minute. They let out another giggle, this one suspiciously flirty sounding. My head snaps up so I can give them a harsh glare. They sure tuck tail and bolt quick after that.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Andre teases.
I bat my eyelashes at him. “Well I’d say I’ve got every right to be jealous when I’ve got your balls inside of me.”
He chokes on air. “God, woman. I’m always underestimating just how much of a badass you really are.” He steps back and offers me his hand with a glint in his eye. “Let me buy you a drink.”
He doesn’t just buy me a drink—he ends up buying me three.
By my third, I’m sufficiently loosened up everywhere but between my legs. Andre holds me close on the dance floor, grinding against my ass in a way that only makes me more aware of the warm tension in my pussy from the damn ben wa balls.