The Christmas Gamble

by Sienna Ciles

  I watched her toss a couple of things into the water, watched the fizzing and the bubbles, and the air was full of warm, rich smells as Kayla sorted through the different soaps. I was used to luxury and all but I’d never really gotten into bathing the way that Kayla obviously was into it. I didn’t even know what a bath bomb was until she explained it to me, right before dropping it into the hot water.

  We climbed into the water together and Kayla had been right: it was more than big enough for both of us to lie full-length, floating side-by-side and with Kayla slightly on top of me. For a while, we just laid in the hot water, breathing in the perfumes Kayla had added, and I had to admit that I was truly relaxed, in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.

  “If we do manage to get together and stay together, I am definitely going to educate you on the health benefits of regular baths,” Kayla said, even as I pulled her closer, until she was completely on top of me. The sight of her breasts floating on top of the water was enough to make my cock start stirring, and I almost couldn’t wait to get her back into the bedroom. But we had hours to kill. I wasn’t about to rush things.

  “I wouldn’t think it would be that different from a long shower,” I said. “I mean, I’ve got a decent tub or two at the place in Montauk but I mostly just use the shower anyway.”

  “When it’s cold like this, it’s perfect,” Kayla said, stretching against me. I turned her face to mine and started kissing her, not really trying to push anything, just wanting to taste her lips again. I let my hands drift over her curvy body as lightly as I could, just exploring the way her breasts felt against my palms, the way her waist went in, and her hips flared out.

  At first, it was as innocent as it could be—not that two adults naked in a bathtub together could be that innocent—but in a matter of moments it began to heat up between us, with Kayla turning around and over in the water so that she was facing me, on top of me completely. My hands drifted down to the curve of her ass, and I gave her cheeks a little squeeze, and she moaned against my mouth, deepening her kiss with me even as she started touching me all over.

  Somehow, we shifted between pretending to wash each other with the soap that Kayla had picked out and full-on making out with each other, fooling around like horny teenagers in the hot water. I was getting harder and harder by the moment and while I was tempted to take her then and there, I knew that it was probably a bad idea to try having sex in the bathtub.

  “Should we move this to the bedroom?” I asked.

  Kayla looked at me in confusion for a moment and then nodded, giggling a bit. “Yeah, I think if we tried to go at it in here, one of us would end up breaking a hip or dislocating a shoulder or something.”

  The air in the bathroom was a little bit colder than the tub water had been but it wasn’t enough to put me off. I grabbed a towel for Kayla and then one for myself and managed to get my own self covered before I reached for her. I kissed her again, hungrily, almost too eager to let her keep the towel on.

  “Should we try the other bedroom this time?” I chuckled at my own suggestion. “I mean, it only seems fair.”

  “We could do that,” Kayla said, her voice breathless. “We’ve got like another five hours or so before we have to get ready to leave.”

  “Plenty of time to use both bedrooms,” I agreed. “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Kayla

  The second bedroom in the suite was not as big as the first but the bed was definitely plenty large enough for both of us as Dean laid me down on it, peeling the towel away from my body. I shivered at the cooler air in the room but before I had time to feel too cold, Dean was on top of me, his body heat radiating into my skin, his lips pressed against mine so that I couldn’t even think about being cold.

  Dean’s hands moved all over my body slowly, touching me everywhere, and I stirred myself out of my own distraction at how good it felt to explore his body as well. I felt the muscles rippling under his skin along his shoulders, down his back, and reached around and down to cup his firm buttocks in my hands. I could feel the heat and heft of his hard cock pressed against my hip, reminding me of what was to come. I hadn’t really let myself think about it before but Dean wasn’t just better at sex than Brandon had been—he was bigger, too. Maybe only by an inch or two but that was definitely enough to count.

  We moved around on the bed, pawing at each other, getting more aggressive moment by moment, and then Dean moved down from my lips to kiss along the column of my throat, and then downward to my breasts. I moaned as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, bringing each one of them up to his mouth to kiss and lick and suck on each of my nipples in turn while I laid underneath him, squirming and writhing. I was already soaking wet, my labia drenched, almost so much so that I was slick along my inner thighs. But Dean didn’t stop at my breasts.

  He kept going downward after a couple of moments of playing with my nipples, kissing along my tummy and then lingering at my hips to look up at me with a devilish little grin and a gleam in his bright blue eyes. “I kept meaning to do this last night,” he murmured, as he pulled my legs further apart. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what he was about to do, something that Brandon had steadfastly refused to ever do with me the whole time we’d been together.

  Dean’s fingertips spread my labia open and then he buried his face against my pussy and I moaned out as his tongue darted out, licking me up and down in long, lingering strokes that were almost too much of a tease for me to bear. I moaned again as his tongue found my button and he lightly tapped the swollen little bead of nerves, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I reached down without looking and tangled my fingers in his short hair as Dean sucked and licked, teasing me relentlessly with the tip of his tongue against my clitoris and then dipping down to my inner labia to penetrate me with his wet, wriggling muscle.

  “Oh, my god. Oh, fuck…” My hips moved as if with a mind of their own, bucking and twisting under Dean’s attentions, and I knew I was tugging at his hair, grabbing too hard at his shoulders but Dean didn’t seem to mind, and I couldn’t make myself stop, even if I had wanted to. He worshipped me with his mouth, building up the little ball of tension I could feel deep down between my hips, getting tighter every moment as I got more and more turned on. Dean knew what he was doing; he teased me for what felt like an hour, bringing me right up to the edge of climax and then backing off, slowing down just enough for me to cool off, and then starting up again.

  When he slid two fingers inside of me, I felt my thighs tense up at the sensation of being invaded, even as his tongue continued to dance against me. It was amazing—not only was Dean willing to go down on me but he was apparently having a good time at it, and he was also playing me like a fiddle, working me from inside and outside with his fingers and his lips and tongue until I thought if I didn’t get off, I would probably end up dying.

  Then, just when I was certain I couldn’t take any more, Dean bore down on my spot with his lips and tongue, and his fingers managed to find my g-spot on the inside, and he rubbed the tips of his fingers against my pleasure center, even as he sucked my bundle of nerves between his lips and began to flick the tip of his tongue against it so fast it was almost as good as a vibrator. I cried out, almost shrieking at the pleasure I was feeling, and all at once the tension growing tighter deep down between my hips just snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I could hear the wet, juicy sounds of Dean working me with his mouth and fingers, keeping me going, but I couldn’t do anything about it as spasms of sensation crackled through my body, rocking me to the point where I almost regretted wanting the climax I’d been given.

  It seemed to go on forever but then slowly, slowly, Dean started to pull back, his fingers retreating from my g-spot and his lips lightening up from around my sweet spot, his tongue batting against my sensitive little bud more lazily as I gasped and panted for breath. I trembled from the aftershocks, trying to get enough control over myself to be able to talk�
��or at least to be able to think clearly.

  Dean slithered up along my body, to my lips to kiss me eagerly. “How was that?”

  I shook my head, still breathless and unable to speak. I managed to raise one of my hands and make some kind of absent gesture, to try and tell him it was nothing short of amazing.

  “That… that was definitely…” I couldn’t say more, and instead I curled up against him as he waited patiently on the bed, pressed against me but not demanding anything of me. Just like the night before, even that little bit of foreplay had been better than anything I’d had with Brandon, and I couldn’t help feeling ashamed of myself for running out on Dean that morning, without even giving him a chance to see if there might be more between us than a one-night stand.

  I reached down as soon as I felt like I had a reasonable amount of control over my body and wrapped my fingers around Dean’s cock, stroking him slowly. He was thicker, as well as longer than Brandon—possibly a little bigger than any of the handful of guys I’d been with, though it had been a long time since I’d been with anyone but Brandon. It wasn’t important; what was important was that Dean was hard as a rock, hot in my hand, the tip of his cock already slick with precum. I glanced at his face and grinned to myself at the sight of pleasure written there.

  I had caught my breath by then and I thought that turnabout was fair play. I kissed Dean lightly on the lips and then worked my way down to his chest, stopping at his nipples to playfully kiss and suck on them. Dean groaned in confused pleasure, and I wondered idly to myself if any of the other women he’d been with had thought to try that with him—he didn’t seem to have expected his own reaction. I continued down, along his flat abdomen, and looked up at his face as I hovered only inches away from his erection, licking my lips to get them nice and wet for what I was about to do.

  Dean was watching me like a hawk as I dipped down, meeting the tip of his cock to my lips and then letting it just past them. I tasted the sharp, almost salty flavor of his precum as I swirled my tongue around the spongy, hot flesh, and then I closed my eyes and started to focus completely on the task at hand. Dean tasted good. The bath had left his skin smelling like amber and sandalwood, mingling with the natural smell of man coming from him. I took his cock into my mouth gradually, getting used to the size of him, the taste of him coating my tongue. I sucked and licked, taking more and more of him, trying to do the equivalent of what he’d done to me.

  I could tell I was succeeding by the way Dean’s hips started to buck, and I paid attention to every little reaction I could get out of him, sucking and licking and swirling my tongue around his thick, hard cock different ways until I figured out what he liked best. I cupped his balls gently in my hand and barely rubbed them as I worked his shaft with my mouth, taking him as deeply as I could until I gagged and then backing off just enough to keep myself under control.

  I felt his balls tighten in my hands, and I knew he was on the edge of climax; but instead of giving into the moment, Dean pushed me gently away, lifting my face from his crotch. I looked up at him, disappointed for the moment, and he grinned. “You are absolutely fucking amazing at that but I don’t want to finish in your mouth this time.”

  “You don’t?”

  Dean shook his head. “Get on top of me,” he told me firmly, still grinning. “That is, if you’re ready for the main event.”

  My legs were still shaky from the previous climax he’d given me but I straddled Dean’s hips, my still-soaking pussy only inches away from his hard cock. I reached down and guided him up against my slit, and then sank down onto him bit by bit, letting him fill me up by inches. He felt so good inside me—so thick and hot—that for a moment I just stayed there, still as possible, enjoying the feeling of him buried in me.

  Then I started moving, rocking and raising my hips, and I balanced myself on my knees as I rode Dean. His hands danced all over me, cupping my breasts to tease my nipples and then drifting down to my hips, caressing me everywhere and turning me on more and more by the moment. I leaned forward a bit for better leverage and Dean groaned as I tightened around him, moving faster as I reached out to hold myself up against the headboard. I rode him hard and fast, moaning every time the angle of our movements brought the tip of his cock up against my g-spot.

  Dean sat up and kissed me, holding onto my hips, making me take him deeper and deeper, and I fell into a rhythm with him that was so exciting and felt so good that I couldn’t resist it. With our bodies so much closer together like that every movement rubbed against my bundle of nerves, even as every other thrust of Dean’s hips brought his cock up against my inner pleasure center, and before I knew it, I hit my second climax, almost without any warning at all. He rode through it, holding back, and I had to marvel at the fact that he was able to keep himself from coming for so long.

  He flipped me onto my back, not even pulling out of me, and pinned me to the bed just as I had started to recover. Dean didn’t pound into me. Instead, he slowly pulled almost all the way out and then slid just as slowly all the way back into my pussy, giving me time to catch my breath and then making me gasp at the long, deep strokes of his cock entering and leaving me, filling me up and then sliding out. It was so delicious, so erotic that I couldn’t help getting turned on again almost immediately, and before more than a few minutes had passed we were both speeding up again.

  This time, when I hit my orgasm, Dean was right there with me, groaning against my neck and shoulders, against my breasts as we both came, shaking from the force of the pleasure. I held onto him as if for life itself, panting and gasping as crackling hot-and-cold jolts coursed through my veins and tingled through every nerve in my body. I managed to tell Dean that we needed to take a break, even as we both lie there on the bed, tangled up in each other, not moving.

  “A break?” He pulled his head up enough to look at me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  I shook my head. “No. I’m just so…” I giggled. “I don’t think I could stand another orgasm. Not for a little while, anyway.”

  “Oh, we can wait,” he said. “Let’s order in lunch and get dressed, and then once we’re done eating, you and I can have round two, and then take a shower before we have to head downstairs to check out.”

  “That sounds like absolute heaven,” I said, picturing it in my mind. Almost anything would have sounded like heaven at that point. I was so full of the pleasure he’d given me that even the concept of anything ever feeling bad again was foreign. It seemed impossible. And our holidays were only beginning. I took a deep breath and decided to just lie there, underneath and wrapped around Dean, until I was certain I had bones in my arms and legs again.

  Chapter Twenty

  Dean

  “You’re sure you don’t want to go to your parents’ place for Christmas? I can have Bill change the flight plan,” I said as we headed out to where the jet waited for us. I’d called him during our lunch, hours before, to have him update the plane’s manifest. It was something that we had to do for legal purposes, and I remembered that detail well.

  “No, I’d rather just give them a call,” Kayla said. “I wasn’t all that excited about seeing them anyway, not being single, and if I showed up with you they’d assume it was serious, or something.”

  “Well, I called head to the house, and the housekeeper there is going to have the fire ready for us when we get in,” I explained. “Also we have a late dinner that should arrive just before we do, assuming we’re not delayed by anything.” The original details of my stay hadn’t been hard to update, while Kayla took a quick shower before we left the hotel. I was glad that I wasn’t going to be having some kind of sad, depressing feast by myself.

  I’d only had to make a couple of calls, to people who were already expecting last-minute changes. I was sure that there was more than a little curiosity about the particular kind of changes I’d made but I’d answer any and all questions later on down the line. I wasn’t even entirely sure of what things were going to be between me and
Kayla, other than that we were going to spend the holidays together.

  “Wow,” Kayla said as we stepped onto the jet. I’d long since gotten used to its interior after renting it a good dozen times but I hadn’t even considered that Kayla had never been on a private plane—much less a luxury model like the one I was using—before.

  “It’s almost as good as a flying apartment,” I told her with a little smile. “There’s even a bed and a small bathroom.”

  Kayla looked at me in disbelief, shaking her head. “That kind of seems insane. I mean, I get why someone could need that. If you were flying to Japan or something like that, I could see wanting to be able to actually sleep, and to take a shower before landing.”

  “This is used mostly for long-haul flights like that,” I agreed. “I mean, it’s also convenient to be able to take a shower before you have to rush off to a meeting right after landing wherever it is you’re going but it’s best for long flights.” It was going to take us about two and a half hours to get to the airport at Montauk, and then another twenty or thirty minutes to get to my house in that part of the country, so we’d be arriving about an hour before midnight, just before the official start of Christmas Eve. I’d offered my housekeeper, Jessalyn, a bonus if she could set up a few things for me and Kayla: some supplies for baking cookies, plenty of wood for the fireplace, marshmallows for toasting, things like that. I’d wanted to give the woman I was already starting to have real feelings for a genuine Christmas, even if it was a two-person Christmas.

  I hadn’t told her about any of it but I hoped she’d appreciate the surprise when we got there. I took her on a quick tour of the yet while Bill and Dave in the cockpit worked out the last chores before takeoff. “This is obviously the cockpit—we won’t bother Bill and Dave in here,” I said. “Kathy will be taking care of us during the fight, and here’s her galley.”