Page 29 of Merry Little Christmas
Since my parentshad a spare property that happened to be empty, we were staying there. Once we got settled, Peyton slept for hours.
They hadn’t let me dress them in Little clothes, but they laid next to me in my T-shirt and their underwear. Even their binder laid on the nightstand, next to the empty bottle they’d insisted on. I was worried about the milk since they’d been sick, but when they got fussy and rubbed at teary eyes, I couldn’t deny them. My hand stroked over their stomach, thumb brushing the piercing through their belly button. With a sweet little sound, they snuggled closer. “Five more minutes,” they pleaded, clenching my shirt in their fist.
“You make it so hard to say no, Peyton.”
“Then don’t.”
“Come on, sweetheart…” My lips brushed their forehead. A sigh, and they folded into me. “Don’t make me the bad guy. Besides, I can feel your tummy rumbling. You must be hungry.”
“Oh, I’m hungry, but not for food.”
Peyton tipped their head back, sealing our mouths together. Their warm, wet tongue prodded at my lips, and I happily opened up for them—holding them in place by my hand on their hip. I couldnotlose myself in them right now. Not when we had somewhere to be. There was no way I could duck out of two meals in one day, especially when people likely already knew about us. We had to rip off the band-aid.
But I could indulge my partner for a few minutes. A slender thigh slid between my legs, providing friction for my rapidly swelling cock. Wet heat washed over my bare skin. God, I’d never get over that feeling; the one of being able to have Peyton drippingin the blink of an eye. I ghosted my hand across their waist, clenching onto their ass and hauling them closer. Sighing, they dropped their head back, a silent plea for me to continue south. Despite how much I loved that idea, I pressed a single, tender kiss to their neck. “Get up, Peyton,” I commanded. “Get dressed. If you can make it through this dinner, I promise I’ll eat you for dessert.”
Before I lost myself, I rolled away and stood from the bed. Peyton whimpered. They laid in the middle of the mattress, chest heaving. Dim light streamed in from the bathroom, highlighting their slick, sweat-sheened skin. When they peered up at me through their lashes, lust-blown eyes fluttering shut, I knew I was in trouble. “Please, Daddy?” they begged in that breathy moan that drove me wild. Legs wide open, they gave me a full view of the damp spot on their gray underwear.
With a deep breath to get my libido under control, I beckoned them closer. “Come here.”
Peyton scrambled to the side of the bed, letting their legs fall to either side of mine. They hooked their fingers behind the waistband of my boxer briefs, but I stopped them there. Instead, I leaned in and nosed along their jaw. “You want to be good for me; don’t you, sweetheart?”
They shuddered in my arms. “Yes, Daddy.”
I decided to indulge them, but only for a moment. I let my hand dip between their legs, cupping my palm over their slick arousal. It wasn’t enough, and their hips bucked for more. “That means you’re willing to wait, right?”
“Daddy…”
“Believe me, little one—” I took their free hand in mine, guiding it to my crotch. They squeezed, and my knees threatened to buckle. “I’d love nothing more than to stay here and rail into you until you’re begging me to stop.”
A delicious whimper.
“But what I would love even more is to take you home,knowing that once we get back here, you’remine.” I growled the last word, stepping out of Peyton’s grip.
They sat on the edge of the bed, trembling. “You’re so mean.”
“I could be meaner.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.” Peyton slid off the bed and reached for their jeans.
While they had their back turned, I pulled something out of my bag. Then, when they least expected it, I snatched their pants away and bent them over the bed, pulling a gasp right out of them. “Let me show you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Peyton
Cole was evil.
So, so,soevil. Rotten to the core.
When he ripped my jeans out of my hand and shoved me down to the mattress, I thought I was about to get what I wanted. He tugged my underwear down enough to expose me and despite my dripping entrance, two slick fingers slid into me. Cole stretched me, curling the digits to hit that sweet spot in just the right way. When I started to moan, he withdrew his fingers and something large and blunt pushed against me—and it wasn’t his cock.
Cool silicone slipped inside, then Cole replaced my underwear and stepped away.
All it took was me standing up to realize what he’d done: He’d put a vibrator inside me, with a piece that sat right over my sensitive spot. Even without the vibrations, it rubbed in a way that would make sitting through dinnerextremelydifficult. Cole stood in front of me, hungry eyes raking over me. “Cole…”
“Remember your safewords?”
I shuffled on the spot. “Mm-hmm…”
