Page 33 of Merry Little Christmas
My hand flew to the remote, cranking the toy up to high. Peyton spat out a curse and squeezed their legs together, thrashing against the seatbelt that held them in place. Unable to keep my focus in front of me, I pulled off onto a dirt road and turned off my lights.
Peyton whimpered and writhed in the seat next to me, moaning shamelessly. My cock punched against my zipper. I cupped the bulge in my hand, squeezing to relieve some of the pressure. They watched me, eyes bright and mouth watering. Their tongue darted out to lick their lips. The vibrator hummed loudly in the quiet space, only combated by our combined heavy breathing. Face flushed in the dashboard lights, Peyton released their seatbelt. Turning in the bench seat, they spread their legs across and into my lap, shoving a hand between their thighs.
I groaned, their foot pressing against my throbbing erection. Christ, they weren’t going to make this easy.
For a moment, I indulged them, allowing them to rub their spot. I would’ve thought the thick denim wouldn’t provide much relief, but Peyton moaned loud enough to make a whore blush. Heat rushed to my own cheeks, and I cranked down the thermostat—we didn’t need the added warmth. The combination of the vibrator and their hand quickly shot Peyton toward another climax, and I nearly forgot that they were meant to be punished. “Don’t you dare come, Peyton,” I growled.
“What?” they whined. “Why?”
Peyton fucked into their hand, hips stuttering as theyapproached their release. I could have made it easier for them and turned off the toy, but what was the fun in that?
Instead, I wished it had a higher setting.
“Didn’t you get enough before?” My arm stretched across the cab of the truck, hand blanketing theirs and adding more pressure. Peyton cried out, thighs quivering around our entwined fingers. “How did it feel to get yourself off while our families sat around the dinner table?”
Their answer was nothing more than a strained whimper.
I glanced around us. We were surrounded by nothing but woods. Weak moonlight strained to cut through the dense forest, dimly highlighting Peyton’s reddened cheeks and lust-blown eyes. I snatched my hand away. “Get over here.”
They scrambled to obey, launching across the seat and into my lap as I removed my seatbelt. They knelt beside me, thighs pressed tightly together as they rocked over their heels. Soft, quiet whimpers pressed past their lips, hands clasped behind their back to restrain themself.
“Can you get your jeans off?” I whispered. I had an idea, and I wanted to touch them while they did it.
Weakly, and with my assistance, Peyton wrestled their way out of their pants and sneakers. I didn’t hesitate to shove a hand between their legs. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out that, when aroused, Peyton would drench anything and everything around them. Still, it sent blood rushing south when I found the puddle in their underwear. My fingers grazed over the slick cotton, and Peyton let out a shuddering breath. “Please, Daddy,” they pleaded. “I’m so close.”
“I know, sweetheart. I can feel that.” I’d shoved the toy aside, nothing but their boxer briefs separating me from their swollen spot. Frankly, I was impressed. Peyton’s orgasms sat on hair triggers most times. It was the longest I’d seen them hold out, especially once I started to touch them.
I wanted to see how long it would last.
“You can hold on for me, right baby?” Stroking them with one hand, I fumbled my jeans open with the other. The metallic rattle of my belt buckle echoed through the cab, arresting Peyton’s attention. Their hips found a rhythm as I wiggled my jeans down my hips. Whimpering, they watched, my cock all but jumping into my palm. They squeezed around my other hand, licking their lips again. I only let go of myself to spear my fingers through their hair.
Our mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongues. The kiss was hungry, frantic. Peyton panted, reluctant to separate to even breath. They’d stopped wriggling, but their spot throbbed beneath my fingertips. They were close.
They weren’t the only one.
Nipping their lip, I separated the kiss to encourage their head south. They needed no guidance, but I kept my hand on the back of their neck anyway. They braced themself with one foot on the floorboard, nails biting into my bare thighs. They lapped at my leaking cockhead and I groaned, letting my head fall back against the headrest. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
Peyton gave up chasing their own release in favor of using my dick as a pacifier. They sucked, and I barely resisted the urge to blow immediately. The toy still buzzed and with the added throbbing on my fingertips, I wondered what it would feel like. My attention didn’t waver for long. Peyton swallowed around me, whimpering as their grip on my hand tightened. God, they wanted to obey so badly that they’d bring themself to tears to do it.
Sure enough, when I stroked a knuckle across their cheek, it came away wet.
“Good job, baby,” I praised, earning another sweet keening sound in response. “You’re doing so well for me.”
My cockhead hit the back of Peyton’s throat, which constricted around me as they suppressed the urge to gag.Shit. Did they evenhavea gag reflex? After a brief pause, they pulled off, spitting over my length before hollowing their cheeks out again. A low groan, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I wasstarting to lose feeling in the hand trapped between their thighs, but I didn’t care. My spine tingled, and I eased myself into the orgasm. “Swallow, sweetheart,” I panted.
And damn, did they swallow. They cried out around the girth in their mouth and they’d gotten so wet that for a moment, I thought they’d come without permission. Only their engorged spot told me that they hadn’t.
Peyton popped off my cock the second I’d finished, gasping for air. “Please,” they panted. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Not yet.” And Peyton damn near growled in response. I patted my lap. “Come here—fuck!”
Peyton ground their hips against mine, sharing the vibrations from the toy with me. It was almost too much for my oversensitive cock but damn, why had I never thought to use those things on myself before? The tickling was intense, but had pleasure tightening my gut almost as fast as Peyton’s mouth had.
I gritted my teeth, fumbling for the remote. I guess I could give them a break. Shit,thatwas what they’d been feeling all night? That made their stamina even more impressive. The toy quieted, and Peyton let out a sigh of relief, but they still begged. “Please, Daddy. Please, please, please…”
Chapter Twenty-One
Peyton
