Page 82 of Never Sleigh Never
Normally, I’m the one in control. But with Brie, I’d hand it over in a heartbeat. She used the same words I used with her. Do you trust me? There’s no one I trust more. I open my mouth, and she pushes the reindeer in, muffling me.
“Good boy,” she purrs, rolling her hips. “Now your neighbors won’t hear you scream as I ride your cock.”
Slowly, she rocks her hips over me, my cock sliding in and out of her. Her grip loosens on my stomach as she continues to ride me. With each stroke, her pace grows more ravenous. My fingertips dimple her soft skin as I guide her movements. Glancing down, I watch as my dick disappears inside her warm pussy. A thrill shoots through me, my senses alight as the pleasure intensifies. She rolls her hips in a slow, sensual circle. A deep groan rumbles through my chest, the reindeer muffling the sound as her pussy clenches around me.
Her hair falls around us as she leans down. “I’m close.”
With each thrust, her breaths become increasingly ragged. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her to me. From below, I slam up into her.
“Oh! Oh yes! Fuck me. Don’t stop.”
A tingle shoots through my entire body. My orgasm on the brink of exploding.
Her back arches. “I’m coming!”
Her pussy clamps down, strangling my dick. The tightness rips my orgasm from me. A myriad of fireworks exploding behind my eyes as I bite the reindeer so hard I almost cut it in half. I continue thrusting into her as her pussy milks me for every drop. Once I’m spent, I slow my pace before coming to a stop. I spit the reindeer from my mouth, and it falls to the bed. Her body collapses on top of mine.
I press my face to her neck, my nose tracing the curve of her delicate skin. The words tumble out before I can stop them. “Stay the night.” I freeze. Did I actually just say that? But the truth is, I want her here—want to fall asleep with her tangled up in me, want to wake up with her smile as the first thing I see. “Josie’s not expected back until tomorrow evening, so we’d also have all morning alone.”
She pushes off my chest and her gaze drops, lips pressed together as though she’s weighing something. Then she looks up with soft eyes. “Okay.”
Her lips find mine in a kiss so tender it undoes me. I wrap my arms around her, roll us onto our sides, and she curls against my chest like she belongs there.
We talk until the early hours. Not only did I learn her favorite color is red but also that she’s terrified of turtles. Apparently, a turtle almost took off one of her toes as a kid, and now she’ll never dangle her feet in the water off a dock. I tell her about my fear of heights. We laugh, we tease, and share another round of orgasms before finally drifting to sleep.
I stir awake to a warm body draped on top of me. Her leg slides higher up my thigh, inching closer and closer until it brushes against my semi-hard erection. A groan rumbles from deep in my chest.
“Sorry,” she whispers, though her sly little smile tells me otherwise.
“Are you?”
“Not really.” She does it again, slower this time, on purpose.
“Snowflake,” I grit, “you’re playing with fire.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” Her hand slips under the blanket, fingers curling around me. My cock twitches, all the blood in my body surges south.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I groan, already undone by her touch.
She disappears under the covers until she’s nestled between my legs. With the flat of her tongue, she licks up the underside of my shaft. My head thuds back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as I surrender to the wet heat of her tongue. A faint noise—a door somewhere—barely registers. She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Holy fuck. Another sound. This time inside. My eyes snap open. Panic cuts through the haze of pleasure. I tap her shoulder and lift the edge of the blanket. She glances up, my cock still between her lips.
“Someone’s in the house,” I whisper.
She releases me with an audible pop. “What?”
“Logan?” My mother’s voice. Clear as a bell. In my house. “Logan, are you home?”
The whites of Brie’s eyes grow, taking over her irises. I shoot my gaze from one side of the room to the other. There’s nowhere for her to hide. “Stay there. Be still.” I shift the blanket and lift my knees and attempt to tent the blanket to hide her body.
A soft knock sounds on the partially closed door before it swings open. “There you are. I’ve been calling your name. Why is your truck in the driveway? You never leave your—” My mom’s voice cuts off, her gaze dropping to the suspicious mound of blankets. Her smirk says it all. “Oooh. You’re not alone.”
Before I can stammer out a reply, Josie barrels into the doorway. “Daddy! Daddy?—”
My mom’s reflexes kick in before she can get a step farther. She grips Josie’s shoulders and rotates her in the opposite direction. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go get your tablet, and Dad will see you in a few.”
“Okay!” Josie scampers off.
My mom leans on the doorframe, arms crossed. “That’s some pretty pink toenail polish Josie picked out for you.” She eyes the blanket. Brie jerks her foot back under the covers. Then my mom grins. “And that red sweater is cute, but it looks a little too small for you.”
