Page 13 of Merry Mix-Up

"God, Amber, you're so incredible," he breathed, his hands resting on my hips. But I winced at the sound of my sister’s name. It made me feel a pang of guilt right in the moment I wanted nothing more than to forget anyone else even existed. I continued to whimper as his lips trailed fire across my chest to the valley between my breasts, and he kissed each softly as he slid my shirt off my shoulders.

“Newt,” I whispered, but either he didn't hear me or he thought I was just moaning his name. He unhooked my bra and kneaded my right breast while he suckled the other.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this," he mumbled against my skin, his breath hot against my nipple. I put my hands in his hair, pressing him closer, trying to block out the sound of my sister’s voice in my mind. All I could hear was her lecturing me and telling me why I shouldn't be doing this, how bad it would turn out for her or for Derek, or even for Naomi.

“Newt,” I moaned again, arching toward him as he worked the fly on my jeans.

“Mmm,” he groaned as he undid the button, and the zipper slid right down. My green lace panties did not match my blue bra, but I wasn’t intending to have sex, or at least I wasn’t planning to. “My God, Amber, I want you so bad.”

It was almost physically painful to hear him saying her name when I wanted him to say mine. “Mav,” I blurted out, now feeling a bit uncertain about this. I was lying to him, making him believe I was Amber. It was leading him into a tangled mess, and what if he was hurt by it all?

“Huh?” Newt, paused his suckling and nibbling to look up at me.

“I just… Call me, Mav, please. I don’t like the name Amber so much.” The impact of her nickname wasn’t quite the same, not as harsh or confronting, and he didn’t seem to mind at all

“Whatever you say, Mav.” Newt winked at me and pulled on my jeans so hard I rolled backward as he yanked them off. It made me snicker, and my feet were straight in the air as he shimmied my panties off too.

He stood over me, watching me lie awkwardly on the couch while he shed his clothing and kicked the pile of laundry off the end. His body was bronzed, but not by the sun. He probably spent time in a tanning booth somewhere, but it was worth it. The rippling muscles on his chest were toned and chiseled and one hundred percent man. It made my pussy ache, so I touched myself as he lowered to his knees by the couch and pulled me by the backs of my knees closer to him.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed as he parted my thighs. He kissed my inner thigh, then the other, and as he moved higher, my hips bucked toward him. “I need to taste you,” he mumbled, and I wasn’t about to argue.

I bit my lip as his tongue swirled around my clit, making jolts of electricity course through my body. He worked me over, as if he’d known exactly what I needed. I moaned, louder this time, and he smiled against my center, making me grip the couch cushions and moan even louder. His fingers slipped inside me as he sucked me, and I found myself arching my back.

“Oh, my God, Newt, yes!” I cried out, forgetting for a moment anything about my pretend identity. He just looked up at me and grinned, his tongue still working me into an almost frenzy.

He was going to make me come, and hard. I could just tell. His tongue was magic as he went right to my sweet spot, and I whimpered as he hit it perfectly. I whimpered again as he continued to suck me. “Oh, my God!” I groaned louder this time as Newt continued to work me over with his mouth and his magic fingers, and my entire body was on fire, and I couldn't get enough of this feeling.

"Oh, God, I'm coming," I panted, and my body convulsed and pulsed. I twitched and spasmed and had to force my hips not to buck off the cushions. It was so intense I almost pissed myself and probably would have if he hadn’t pulled away.

When I managed to open my eyes and blink them into focus, he was rolling a condom on his dick and it looked like it wasn’t going to fit. He was massive and I wanted him inside me.

“Shit,” I hissed, trying to catch my breath, but he gave me no time at all.

He slid himself inside me, and it burned, but not in a bad way. It had been so long since I had felt anything remotely close to this, and I was almost sure I was going to combust. My nails dug into the flesh at his hips, and he squeezed both my tits at once as he started thrusting.

"Amber," he moaned as he slid in and out. "Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” This time, I didn’t even care that he said her name. I was too lost in the moment to care what he said. The sensations shooting through my body made me forget my own name or why I even thought this was a bad idea to begin with.

“Harder,” I moaned, and he obeyed, slamming into me with a force that almost sent me to a second orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him even closer, tilting my hips to meet his each time he thrust. The couch creaked under our combined weight, and we both moaned as we moved in a perfect harmony that couples only dream of having.

"Oh, shit, Mav," he grunted, and I knew he was close. I could feel his cock swell inside me, throbbing as he continued to pound into me.

"Oh, God, I'm going to come!" I cried out, and at my words, he groaned loudly, his body tensing up. More waves of pleasure sucked me into their current, and I never even felt him coming. His thrusts slowed, though, dampening the pleasure I felt, and finally, he draped himself across me and kissed my shoulder.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, and for a brief moment, my world was at peace. Newt pulled out, though, tarnishing the perfection, and I watched him slide the full condom off his hard dick. He wasn't shy about it, either. He strolled into the kitchen naked and erect with confidence while I turned on my side on the couch and used the position of my body to cover my sensitive parts.

What had I just done? Because if anyone found out, Amber would kill me. Newt thought I was someone I wasn't. And at the end of the day, that made me a liar, and it made Amber a perceived cheater. This might have just gotten out of hand.

8

NEWT

December 8th

My watch chirped and woke me. It was the only piece of clothing or jewelry I still had on after last night. Amber was exquisite all three times we had sex, and even now, I was getting hard just thinking about it. Her body against mine was arousing, but even more so was the bare curve of her naked ass in the sunlight streaming through the crack between her blackout curtains.

I smiled at the way she drooled a little. Her hair fell in tangles around her head on the pillow, and her hand was splayed on my chest. These were the moments I lived for. When I told Mom and Dad not to wait up for me, I never actually believed I'd sleep over, though I did hope we'd wind up having sex. I wasn't disappointed with how the evening turned out, though.

I slipped out of bed and snuck into her bathroom to empty my bladder. She was sleeping peacefully as I shut myself into the bathroom. My hair stuck up at odd angles and I needed a good shave, but I felt better than I had in months. It was amazing what sex could do for my mental health, and I was just too picky about my sexual partners to have vapid one-night stands. But this—wow, was it incredible and definitely something I wantedagain. Besides the long talks and cuddling, Amber was perfect in every way.

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