Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  “I actually have to go to the bathroom,” I say awkwardly. I’m not sure that he’s hitting on me so much as just being friendly but I could be a little naïve in the guys department. I point towards the bathroom. “It was good seeing you,” I say with a tone as bubbly as I can muster before I’m on the move without another word. My quick exit could be misconstrued as rude but I’m not sure how much time I have before James decides to do something reckless. I’m moving off of the crowded dance floor towards the bathroom when I feel someone coming up fast behind me and then a hand wrapping around my elbow and I’m being hauled into a dark room marked Employees Only.

  “We aren’t employees,” I whisper. I can’t see his face because it’s pitch black but I sense him. I smell him. I feel him.

  “I almost ruined your little reunion. Watching him watch you made me fucking crazy. He was hitting on you.” I feel his breath on my face and it smells of whiskey and mint and it's sexy as hell.

  “Was he? I wasn’t sure.”

  “And you let him touch you.” He turns on the flashlight on his phone, illuminating the room and allowing us to see each other.

  My God, he’s gorgeous.

  “He steadied me because I ran into him while I was trying to text you.”

  He presses me against the door, rubbing my thigh and sliding his hand between my legs, stroking me through my panties. Despite the cold weather, I’m not wearing tights as only about two inches of my legs are showing, allowing him very easy access to my sex. “It pisses me off that I couldn’t claim you in front of him the way I wanted to. You are fucking mine.”

  “I am yours. You know I am,” I tell him. He begins to stroke my inner thigh and I let out a moan as his finger strokes me from the top of my mound downwards. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into the place where his neck meets his shoulder and I bite down. Hard.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Trying to mark me?”

  “You’re mine, too,” I grit into his ear. “I know women have probably been staring at you since the second you walked in here.”

  “Wouldn’t know. I’ve been so focused on you since I spotted you. I don’t think I took my eyes off of you once. I’ve spent the past year trying to actively avoid looking at you and now that I can, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” His hands wrap around my back and before I can think they are moving down my ass moving my underwear down my legs. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Why don’t you find out?” I ask, challenging him. I see him making his way to my pussy when I stop him. “Don’t use your hands.” I smirk. My eyes gesture to the floor indicating what I want him to do and he shoots me a wicked smirk before getting on one knee in front of me.

  “Lift your dress and keep your eyes on me, Gabrielle.” I do as he says and watch as he peppers kisses over the tops of my thighs before he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder to open me up to him. I watch in anticipation as he wets his lips and takes one slow lick up my slit and from here, I can see how wet I am as my arousal coats his lips. I let out a deep moan as he does so again. And again. And again. I run my fingers over his scalp, pulling gently at his hair.

  “Fuck, James. Fuck me,” I whisper, wanting his cock in this moment more than his tongue. He doesn’t listen and continues to roll his velvety tongue over my clit. “Please,” I whine.

  “Who said I want you to come? Who said I was ready for you to come? Trust me, when I am ready for you to come, you will. Maybe I want you to be a little needy. Maybe I want your pussy aching for the next few hours until you get home so that you’re feeling desperate enough to come to me tonight.”

  I gasp in both shock at his words and also because his tongue is now inside my cunt. “Like come to your room?”

  “I’m in the basement by myself; I certainly don’t want to come to yours given that you share a wall with Monica.”

  “But…”

  “You act like you’ve never been in my room at night before. Bring your sexy little ass downstairs tonight so I can fuck you properly.” He stands, and fingers my panties before running them under his nose and slipping them in his pocket. “I’ll hold onto these.”

  “James…”

  “Angel.” He gives me a pointed stare and I realize at this moment that I’m definitely going to sneak into his room tonight.

  It’s two in the morning, and I’m trying to find the courage to make my way downstairs. James was right, it isn’t weird for me to be in his room, but this feels different. I think Monica is asleep but my mother is known to be an insomniac and sometimes makes her way to the kitchen for a late snack to go with her late night TV. My father is probably asleep, but he’s known to wake up because my parents are like magnets and when one of them moves, it’s as if the other can feel it even in their subconscious.

  What if I run into one of them while I’m sneaking down there?

  A FaceTime call breaks my thoughts as I’m pacing the floor. I almost drop the phone when I see what’s on the screen when I accept the call. James is completely naked with his phone set up between his legs as he strokes his hard cock on screen. “Baby, stop overthinking it. Just come down here.”

  “Easy for you to say…I am the one that has to do all the work!”

  He sits up. “Want me to come up and get you?”

  “No!” I tell him. “I’m coming.”

  “Any longer than two minutes and I’m coming up there.” He tells me before ending the call. I slide my phone into the front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt. Well, actually one of James’ sweatshirts.

  Gab, get a grip. This is your house. If you act like you’re sneaking around, you look more guilty. Just move like you normally do.

  The house is quiet as I move slowly down the stairs. I walk through the living room and dining room feeling slightly unnerved being down here all by myself in the dead of night. I reach for the door to the basement and open it slowly. The light is on and I move down the carpeted stairs and turn the corner to descend the remaining stairs to the living area of the basement where I spot a naked James on the couch staring at me. “Fucking finally.” He sighs and he’s off the couch and in front of me pressing his lips to mine and lifting me into his arms. I kiss him back with equal enthusiasm as he moves us into his bedroom just off the living area. He locks the door behind us and the click makes this whole situation feel so taboo.

  I’m going to fuck my brother in the house we grew up in.

  In the room I’ve been in a hundred times under different pretenses.

  The room I fantasized about losing my virginity in.

  I pull my clothes off eagerly and before I realize it, I’m naked and James and I are grinding hard on his bed. He hasn’t entered me and the way we are rubbing against each other, I briefly wonder if he might come. His cock glides against my pussy as we kiss like lovers that have been doing this for years—a rhythm that our bodies somehow know despite all of this being new.

  It makes me wonder if subconsciously we both knew this would eventually happen.

  Maybe like our parents, James and I are magnets.

  “Fuck me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.

  “I want to try something first,” he tells me as he moves down my body and presses his lips to my cunt. He eats me aggressively, making me wonder if I’m about to come within the next minute or so with how quickly I’m building. But just as quick as he starts, he stops and before I can protest, he flips me over. I let out a squeal and he smacks my ass.

  “Keep it down, Princess. I don’t think either of us want anyone catching us with my tongue in your pussy.”

  He lifts me onto my knees and begins to eat me from behind. His nose probes my asshole and I let out a brief sigh of relief that I’m freshly showered from the day. He flicks his tongue over my clit before dragging it upwards, spreading my cheeks and sliding his tongue between them. He circles my hole before pushing his tongue slightly inside and I grab the nearest pillow. I bite down on it and scream as his fingers find my pussy and push their way inside.
I clench around him and I hear him groan. “James,” I whimper, letting the pillow fall from between my lips. “I want your cock.”

  “Not yet,” he says as he digs his fingertips further into the flesh of my ass. One hand is still fingering me and the stimulation is too fucking much. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy ass play this much but with every swipe of his tongue over that puckered hole I find my pussy getting wetter and my clitoris getting more sensitive. “Your hot cunt is so wet, baby. You’re dripping down my hand. You’re going to come and then I’m going to fuck you until you come again and again and again until you beg me to stop.”

  “I won’t tell you to stop,” I whimper and he stops his ministrations.

  “What was that?”

  “I won’t tell you to stop.”

  “Really now?”

  “Never.” I breathe out. I’m getting close to coming and I feel myself beginning to lose control.

  “Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He fingers me faster, dipping inside of me every few strokes. His tongue still rims my asshole and my toes flex and point harder with each second.

  “Oh my God, James. You’re changing fucking everything.” Reason is flying out of my head and is being replaced with unbridled lust. “Tell me we don’t have to end this. Ever. Tell me I get to keep you. Fuck you. Marry you.” I moan. I punch the bed, tears forming in my eyes as I prepare for my climax.

  “I’d move Heaven, Earth, and Hell to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “Can we?” My voice is small and pitiful but I don’t care. All I care about is my looming climax and the answer to his question. Is there a possibility for something permanent?

  I don’t hear anything but it doesn’t stop my orgasm from shooting through me like a spark of lightning. I drop my head to the pillow, tears still streaming down my face as he fingers me lazily through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m surprised to feel his hand and mouth leave me and him get off the bed and move towards the ensuite bathroom. I watch his naked ass move away and the visual momentarily disarms me and I forget that I asked him a question while at the peak of my orgasm.

  Shit.

  “James, I—” I start to explain my risky words that I knew probably freaked him out. Of course, this can’t be a forever thing. No matter if both of us want to fuck until the end of time, we can’t get married. Kids? A life? There’s no way.

  He spins around and I realize he’s using mouthwash. He puts one finger up, telling me to hold and this goes on for another thirty seconds or so before he spits and wipes his face.

  “Sorry, I figured you didn’t want me to kiss you after I just ate your ass like a starving man at a buffet.” He chuckles and then he’s on top of me. He wraps his hands under my back and presses his lips to my neck. The feeling of his warm body on top of mine makes me feel safe and wanted and loved and I never want it to end.

  “I want it too,” he whispers as he slides his hands through mine, lacing our fingers and bringing them up over my head. “I’m not so naïve to think that it’ll be easy. That people won’t object. That they won’t think we’re sick. But if I have you…if we’re in this together, I can handle it.” He pauses. “I want to marry you.” His lips dance down my cheek. “You’re the love of my life, Angel.”

  “Holy shit.” He pulls away and I can see the tears in his eyes and I’m sure they match mine.

  “Fuck, I feel like a pussy.” He chuckles and I shake my head. “This is just…huge.” His lips find mine and his cock is inside of me within a second. He presses in and holds it. He doesn’t thrust or move. He just rests inside of me. He’s hard as steel and completely bottomed out so he’s as deep as possible.

  “Am I there?”

  “Where?”

  “I’m trying to fuck my way to your heart.”

  “You’re already there.” I tell him. “You’ve always been there.”

  Chapter 9

  James

  The next week flies by and before I realize it, Christmas is over and it’s time for me to go back to New York. I spent the entire week with my family including one who just so happened to also be the love of my life. I spent practically every night—with the exception of one night we couldn’t get rid of Monica for any alone time, making love to Gabrielle and talking till the early hours of the morning before she slipped out of my bed and went back to her room. As soon as she was safe behind her door, she FaceTimed me and we stayed on the phone until I could see her beautiful face again the next morning.

  Now, I have to be back at work tomorrow morning and I’m not at all looking forward to being without Gabrielle for four days. She hasn’t been able to come up with a convincing story as to why she has to leave with me but she was able to come up with a story for New Year’s Eve which was luckily only four days away.

  But still four fucking days.

  “Why the long face, Angel?” I look over at Gabrielle as we are on our way back from breakfast. I’m actually starting to wonder if Monica or my parents are getting suspicious because we’ve been practically glued at the hip the past week. Whenever she moves, I move. Wherever I go, she goes.

  I watch as she fingers the necklace I bought her for Christmas; one I gave to her early on Christmas morning just before she slipped out of my bed to go back upstairs. It’s a white gold bar with the date engraved in roman numerals that we first confessed our feelings to each other and made love.

  “You know why.” She lets out a sigh and looks out the window. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “I don’t either, but I have to. Just think we’ll be back together in four days. I’ve already made reservations for dinner for New Year’s Eve.” Being in New York City for New Years is actually fun when you live here. You do less of the touristy shit but can still have an enjoyable night on this completely overrated holiday. I made reservations for dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the city, more specifically Times Square, so we can see the hustle and bustle down below. I’m planning for us to be back in my apartment by eleven so I can be inside her when the ball drops and not amidst the chaos.

  “Baby, we’re talking about having this for…” The word forever is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want her to feel like I’m pressuring her into committing to something she’s not sure about. She’s eighteen and could be impetuous and may not know what she wants out of her life right this second. I, on the other hand, have some semblance of a plan and although Gabrielle wasn’t always a part of it in this capacity, I always knew that I’d end up with a woman like her. A woman I could talk to about anything. Laugh for hours with about nothing and everything. A woman I could share my hopes and dreams with and my fears and my apprehensions. Gabrielle has always been that person, and it took me until right now to realize that I’ve spent the past year looking for Gabrielle in every woman I courted. “For a long time,” I finish my statement. “We can handle a few days, can’t we?” God knows I’m already missing the taste of her pussy, but I have to keep it together. She doesn’t need to know I’m dreading this just as much as she is.

  “I know, but we’ve hardly had any time together where we’ve truly been alone since we started this and I’m just annoyed we have to wait another four days now. I’m going to miss your dick.” She chuckles before turning her gaze to me. “And you.” She lets out a breath and I pull into an abandoned parking lot a few miles from our house. I put the car in park and begin to move my seat back slowly.

  “Should I fuck you before I leave?”

  “Here?” she shrieks, but I can hear the tone in her voice that tells me this isn’t going to take much convincing at all.

  “Right here.”

  She looks around the parking lot. “James, it’s broad daylight.”

  “It’s an office park and businesses don’t reopen until tomorrow. There isn’t a car in sight and we are hidden from the main road. Come get on my cock, Gab.” I begin unbuckling my pants, my dick already hard at the thought of being inside her.

  She slides her shoes off and sh
immies her jeans down her legs, tossing them to the floor of the car before climbing over the console and into my lap. Her panties are still on and before I can rip them off, she is rubbing her smooth silk covered pussy over my cock.

  “I love you,” she whispers. “I know this past week has been heavily sexual, but the feelings are there.”

  “The feelings have always been there. It’s this that was missing. I know it isn’t the forbidden nature of our relationship that’s getting you off. It’s me, this, us. I meant it when I said I thought you were my soulmate.” I cup her face in my hands. “I love you too, Gabrielle.”

  She looks down at my cock and swipes her finger over the precum pooling at the tip and slides it through her plump lips. “You’ll pick me up from the train when I get back to New York?”

  “I’d drive back and come get you if you wanted me to.” I trace her face and my heart squeezes in my chest as I see the same look I’m sure is all over my face. “God, I’m crazy about you,” I whisper.

  She slides her panties to the side and begins moving up and down on me. “So am I. I’ve thought I was crazy for years with how intense my feelings were.” She presses her forehead to mine and squeezes her eyes shut. “Thank you for not letting me be in this alone.” She bites her lip and I watch, fascinated, as looks of lust trace her face. She throws her head back exposing her slender throat and I reach up and drag my tongue along it to her chin and back to her mouth.

  “You’ll never be alone.” I grunt as she rides me harder. “I’m here. I’ll always be here, Angel. However, you need me.”

  “I’ll always need you.” She cries as I grope her chest. “Come inside me. Come in my pussy.”

  I dig my nails into the flesh and she circles her hips in a figure eight motion, rubbing her clit along my abdomen. “Fuck, James,” she cries out and I smile smugly just as I always do when my name spills from her mouth.