Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  I hate that Daire’s right, my legs clenching closed to try reducing the pressure between them.

  He says, “I’m not going to force you into this. I don’t need to because, frankly, I think you made up your mind the second I made this a possibility. You’re as pissed with him as I am, and you want to do something about it. You’ve wanted to do this for a long time if memory serves. But here’s your out. I can drive you back to your building and never see you again. You’ll go back to your life, pretending you’re happy even though you’re dating a cheating asshole all to save face in the press. Or you can follow me upstairs and let me do filthy, delicious things to your body that I can promise you’re going to love. It’s your choice.”

  The second I lowered his zipper and took him into my mouth I’d made up my mind. So, I say, “Take me upstairs.”

  When a devilish look on his face, he cuts off the engine, tucks himself back into his pants, and opens the door. “I’ll let you out of my little proposition for now, but rest assured sweetheart, the second that hotel door closes behind us my mouth is going to be on your pussy before you can blink.”

  Chapter 5

  Daire

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  I make good on my promise because unlike most of the Scott family, I’m genuine. The second that the hotel door clicks closed, Adelaide’s back is pressed against it with her dress hiked up revealing nothing but a thin patch of groomed hair lining her slit.

  My eyes heat as I kneel and spread her legs open. “You weren’t wearing any panties this whole time?”

  Her explanation is shaky as I trail my hands up her smooth thighs and squeeze. “T-They don’t go with this dress. There’d be lines…”

  I couldn’t care less about any of that because I can smell her arousal. When my fingers trail over the trimmed curls and part her wet lips, she shivers above me. “Does my brother do this to you?”

  Before she can answer, my tongue darts out against the bundle of nerves that make her arch forward and buries my face deeper in her pussy. My lips suck her clit into my mouth before I move my attention downward to where she’s all but leaking for me. She’s sweet as fuck, smells like heaven and hell wrapped in one, and the sounds she makes…

  Christ.

  “Don’t mention him,” she pleads, her fingers weaving into my hair and massaging my scalp as I lap my tongue and lips over her.

  I grab one of her legs and position it over my shoulder to get better access to the swollen pink flesh in front of me. “Don’t worry. You won’t even remember his name in a few minutes anyway,” I purr.

  Her fingers tighten in my hair when I get back to work, making her writhe against the door and roll her pelvis against me. The smell and taste of her makes a raging hard-on press against the zipper of my pants demanding to be let free.

  All I can silently assure it, is, soon.

  One of my fingers trails to where my tongue probes Addy’s entrance before entering her, causing a drawn-out moan to escape those naughty lips. I pump the digit in and out of her tightness as I pay special attention to the nerves before entering a second finger. She’s fucking tight, tighter than I’m used to, which means she’s going to hug my cock beautifully.

  “Shit, baby.” I pick up the pace with my fingers, listening to the addicting wet noises coming from her core as I trail kisses along her inner thigh before diving back in. She clenches my fingers, her breathing becoming choppy.

  “Daire,” she cries out, legs shaking as she starts to break. When she starts losing her balance as her orgasm takes over, I grip her hips to keep her up while I ride out the wave and taste everything she gives me.

  As soon as she comes down with a shaky exhale, I stand and crush my lips against hers, making her taste herself. My hands grip the back of her thighs and lift them to wrap around my waist until her ankles cross behind my back. I turn us and walk over to the bed, dropping her until her body bounces on the mattress.

  “As much as I want to fuck you with nothing but these on,” I tell her, lifting her feet and peeling off the red heels she put back on before getting out of the Jeep, “I think I want you completely bare first.”

  Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as she watches me unbutton my shirt and strip it off my body. Undoing the button of my pants to ease the pressure of my dick straining in the material, I grab her legs and drag her body toward me until her dress is hiked up past her torso.

  “Take it off,” I tell her, watching as her eyes widen from my command.

  There’s a moment of hesitation between us before she sits up and slowly begins lifting the clingy material up her body until there’s nothing covering her smooth skin. No barrier to stop me from climbing over her and impaling her over and over until she screams my fucking name.

  Jesus, I’ve wanted that since the first time I kissed her back. Needed it. Even drugged on intense painkillers to dull the ache in my leg, my cock had ached for the girl whose innocent, sweet lips had cautiously explored mine that night in my room. I wanted to take it further, to tell her to ride me in the chair I was basically trapped in while I healed, but I didn’t.

  I knew it was wrong. She was seventeen. I’d just turned twenty-four. Kissing her, especially while hopped up on medication, was not what I should have been doing. Much less fantasizing about breaking her pussy in.

  Now, though?

  Now she’s legal.

  And she’s going to be mine.

  I fist my cock as is hardens for her, adjusting it in my pants as my eyes roam over her body. She’s lean, but toned, her tits the perfect handful, and her hips offering the slightest curves—enough to grab onto while I’m slamming into her. If I turned her on her stomach to take her from behind, I’d get an eyeful of her sweet ass. Make it red from my palm and sore from everything I want to do to it throughout the night.

  But first things first. “Take off my pants.”

  There’s a hitch of breath from her as her eyes move from mine down my body. The black ink is on full display—designs a buddy of mine created and brought to life himself where I live upstate. They rope around the muscles I keep strong during my extensive visits to the gym to burn off the irritation that bubbles after long days of coaching hockey instead of playing it.

  Her small hands reach forward, gripping the waistband of the black slacks and lowering them past my hips. I offer no assistance as she frees my erection, watching it bob and grow the second it’s free from the material suffocating it.

  I’m damn glad she sucked me off on the ride here because I plan on taking as long as I can inside of her until she can’t talk, walk, or think straight.

  Once I’m free from my clothes, I cup her face and bend down to capture her lips. The kiss is softer than before as my hand trails down her throat and lowers to one of her perky breasts, flicking the nipple until it hardens under the pad of my thumb. Twisting my tongue with hers until I lower her onto her back, I yank her forward until her ass is hanging off the edge of the mattress, and then step between her legs until the head of my dick is brushing her inner thigh.

  I dip my finger into her again while playing with her clit until she’s moaning into my mouth, and smirk when I feel how wet and ready she is for me. There’s nothing spoken between us when I withdraw my finger, move to grip her thighs to spread them wider before plunging inside of her.

  Instead of focusing on how her pussy vice grips my cock, I pay attention to the hoarse cry echoing throughout the room that comes from her. Her back arches off the bed and feeds my need to pull out and drive back into her. Her fingernails dig into my forearms until I hiss from the crescent indents left behind.

  Her mouth parts and face flushes as I hold her knees and thrust into her again and again until the headboard starts banging against the wall.

  She’s so goddamn tight my dick can barely stand it, but she’s so wet and inviting that I can’t force myself to slow down.

  Not until a noise comes from her that doesn’t quite sound right. It’s a garbled version of my name. I
glance at the tears streaming down her pale cheeks and slow my thrusts with furrowed brows. She looks pained, not something I’m used to from women I’m fucking.

  I look down to where my cock is planted halfway inside her to see the red smeared on it.

  Heart stopping momentarily when I see the streaks, I halt my movement altogether and trail my eyes back up to the woman whose hair is spread out across the comforter. “Adelaide…”

  I don’t recognize my raspy voice as I study the agony carved into her expression as her jaw quivers.

  My nostrils flare. “Addy, please tell me you just got your fucking period.”

  Her shaky hands loosen from where they gripped my arms, revealing the marks left from her nails that drew blood.

  Appropriate considering the situation.

  “Talk to me, dammit,” I growl, afraid to move, to pull out and cause her more pain.

  She sniffles, brushing the backs of her hands against her cheeks. “Noah and I never… We did stuff, but not that.” Her voice is barely a notch above a whisper. “He doesn’t deserve this. I never wanted him to have it.”

  This.

  Jesus Christ.

  “You were a virgin?”

  All she does is nod.

  Fuck me all to hell. “Why didn’t you fucking say anything, Adelaide? I wasn’t gentle at all.” The only thing I can think to do is slowly pull out until she winces, making me grind my teeth down. There’s blood all over my dick and on the inside of her thighs reminding me of what I just did.

  Took my brother’s girlfriend’s virginity. How the hell did she keep silent about that knowing what I planned to do to her?

  Her legs close as she sits up, pain radiating on her face as she grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and covers her body with it. “I didn’t know how to tell you, okay? All I could think about was how mad I was. How stupid I was for thinking that Noah…” More tears leak from her eyes making my dick deflate. “It’s obvious how much I like you. How much I always have. You were my first kiss, is this really that bad?”

  My fingers go to my hair. There’s nothing I can say to make this better. Considering I wanted to get back at my little brother, this should feel like a victory. I just took something from him he can never claim. But the small ember of pride burning in my chest is overpowered by an ugly feeling of guilt.

  I sit on the edge of the mattress, naked as can be, staring at her blood. “I hurt you,” I tell her, clenching my eyes closed.

  The mattress dips. “It wasn’t that bad.”

  I laugh dryly. “What a raving review.”

  “Daire—”

  My eyes turn to her, cold and accusing. “I don’t care if you were embarrassed about it. That was something you should have told me.”

  Her lips part as if to argue with me, but she clearly sees reason and shuts them.

  Smart.

  I look away again as a pair of soft hands touches my shoulder and arm. “I’m sorry,” she tells me, getting onto her knees and kissing my shoulder blade. “I know you’ve done this before and I didn’t want to seem…” Her voice fades as she lets out a tiny breath. “I don’t want to stop. It hurt, but I know it’ll get better. You’ll make sure it will.”

  How can she know that for sure? “Be honest with me, Adelaide,” I tell her. “Why do you want this? Is it to get back at Noah? To make sure he knows where you stand?”

  Her fingers clench my bicep. “I…” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “It’s because I want you, Dairen. I want you to do all those things you said you would. I want it to be my choice on my terms. With the person I want.” Our eyes lock, mine with a newfound intensity and hers full of vulnerability. “I think the reason I never gave it to Noah is because I didn’t want him to have it. You know who my father is. You know how I…came to be. My mom and grandma always told me to be careful of who to trust because not everybody is going to be patient or kind. I knew Noah would never hurt me, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to the person I experienced these things with.”

  There’s a pause between us, my heart breaking a little for her as her eyes dull. “I don’t want to be like my mom. I want to make my own decisions. Choose who I’m with. I choose you, Daire. I want this.”

  How the fuck can I turn her away after that? I know how much her mother’s pain gets to her. I know, secretly, she worries her mother resents her existence and that’s why she’s not around all that much. All Addy wants is to be loved by somebody she chooses to be loved by.

  And fuck me if that isn’t a role I’d be more than happy to play.

  “You want this?” I ask, cupping her cheek and thumbing her lip.

  “Yes.”

  “You want my cock back inside you?”

  I feel her choppy exhale against my finger. “Yes. I want that so bad.”

  Then that’s what you’ll get.

  “Lay back,” I coax, guiding her backward until my body looms over hers. Her breath catches as I push hair out of her face and use my palms to dry her damp cheeks. “I’ll go gentler, but it’s still going to—”

  “Just make me feel good,” Addy whimpers, parting her legs for me to fit between.

  I settle my body between her thighs and stroke myself, ignoring the evidence covering my erect cock as I watch her watch me with interest in her eyes.

  Guiding myself back to her entrance, I hesitate only long enough to see her nod before pushing back in. She takes every inch of me with flushed cheeks and her bottom lip between her teeth. I pluck it away with my lips, stealing a kiss as I thrust all the way in. The startled noise coming from her is captured by the kiss as I taste her lips and flick my tongue to the roof of her mouth while rolling my hips in a circle to fill her deeper.

  Her knees move to either side of my waist as I pull out, push back in, and circle my hips again until she starts adjusting to the size of me. “Do you like that?”

  Shakily, she nods her head and steals a glance down to where I pull out halfway and thrust back inside her. I can tell that she’s enamored by the way my cock slides in, my movements becoming faster until the sound of my hips slapping against hers makes her moan and tighten her pussy around me again.

  “You’re going to milk the cum right out of me,” I groan, lowering myself onto my forearms planted on either side of her head. I kiss her as I go faster, deeper, the mattress springs squeaking with my rushed movements and the headboard banging against the wall again. “Do you know how wet you are, Addy? You’re drowning my cock as you take me and I fucking love it. Imagine if you were on top riding me. You’d be such a good little girl bouncing on my dick. I’d be so deep.”

  I’m so close, the sensation shooting up my spine and tightening my cock. “Can you picture me bending you over and fucking you from behind? What about on your hands and knees?”

  I slip a hand between us and slide it over the nerves that has her gasping. I pinch and rub and tweak as I slam into her. When it’s clear she’s not going to come from this, I decide to let loose and kiss her hard before pulling out and jerking myself until cum sprays all over her bare stomach.

  The sight of it has me groaning as I feel my dick slowly start to soften in my palm. Letting it go, I dip down and kiss her slowly, softly, until she’s kissing me back.

  Before she knows what I’m doing, my head moves between her parted thighs, my lips going to town on her swollen pussy. Her fingers instantly go to my hair, tugging it up, but I lick her clit, sucking it gently, before kneading her ass cheeks and humming against her as she writhes against my mouth.

  “D-Daire, the blood—”

  “I don’t care,” I say against her, finger moving to her ass and tracing the rim of her tight hole. “Can’t wait until I can fuck your ass. I’ll take all your firsts if you’d let me. Fill you with my cum. I know you’d love that.”

  I bet she’s imagined this a million times, just like me. Thought about every single way we’d have each other until she can’t walk. How many times has she slipped her fingers under he
r panties and gotten herself off from the thoughts?

  Probably not as much as I jerked myself with the same ones.

  Her bent knees tighten around my head, and I pay special attention to her sensitive clit, hearing a drawn-out version of my name and arch up to ride my face. I wish she was sitting on me right now, but that can definitely be arranged for later.

  “That’s it,” I praise as she grinds against me. I keep eating her out until she covers her face in one of the pillows and screams into it.

  I grin against her as the orgasm sates her body, then move back up it and peel the pillow away from her face to kiss her.

  She hooks an arm around my neck and tugs me into her, the sticky mess I left on her stomach transferring onto mine as I lay on top of her and nip her bottom lip.

  “We’re going to need to shower,” I tell her, smiling against her lips. “But don’t worry. There’s going to be way more opportunities to get dirty tonight.”

  We’ve only just begun.

  Chapter 6

  Adelaide

  * * *

  I wake up on my stomach with my ass in the air and a mouth between my legs. I lock up when something wet circles my puckered asshole as a tongue laps my swollen, sensitive clit from the previous night’s adventures.

  There’s no denying how sore I am after what Daire and I had done. Even though the hours following our shower together included a lot of fooling around, we didn’t have sex again. We went down on each other, got each other off with our hands, and fell asleep an hour and a half ago based on the bright red numbers flashing on the alarm clock.

  I bite my knuckles as something penetrates my ass. “What are you doing?” I rasp, exhaustion and alarm both thick in my tone.

  When I look over my shoulder, I see Daire’s lips wet from my arousal and his finger playing with a part of me I never really thought I wanted touched. But it feels good—strange, but good—and I don’t know how to process that.