Page 15 of Merry Little Christmas
“Wait,” Cole commanded, stilling me with a strong hand on my hip. Despite his insistence, his length throbbed in my hand impatiently. “Do we need a condom?”
“No.”
With that, I used my legs around Cole’s hips to urge him to push through. Gritting his teeth, Cole squeezed my hips, trembling with the effort of holding back.
That wasn’t going to do.
I rocked my hips, stealing another inch. Cole surrendered, planting one hand on the table behind me for support. With gentle thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt. He adjusted his stance and his cock shifted inside me. Long and thick, it had just the right amount of curve to knock my sweet spot. At my nod, he withdrew until only the tip of him remained and slammed forward again. He peered between us, watching his cock disappear inside me. “You take me so well, sweet Peyton.”
I keened, the praise kicking my hips into gear. I met Cole thrust for thrust, quickly feeling my second orgasm build. That knot in my stomach tightened, and only Cole could be the one to unravel it. “Touch me,” I pleaded, “Please, Daddy.”
He happily obliged, feeding one hand between us to rub my spot again. I sighed and tucked myself into his neck, latching onto the sensitive skin there and sucking it into my mouth. My teeth dug in—hard. I was marking this man as mine one way or another.
Cole growled, increasing his pace. Between firm thrusts and the hand circling my most sensitive spot, I came a second time, clenching around his cock and milking his orgasm right out of him. He roared, and a hot rush of come flooded me. I popped off his skin in favor of crying out through the release. He shot again, and the pulsing drew out my orgasm. Come poured out of me, dripping to the table.
I swayed, lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but Cole held me steady. Soft lips trailed across my neck, soothing the nips he’d left behind. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
I nodded, too breathless to form words. The high from the orgasm faded, and the reality of our situation was like a bucket of ice water over my head. Another conversation was coming; I could feel it, but I wanted to hold onto my Daddy a little bit longer.
Chapter Ten
Cole
Neither of us moved.No one wanted to.
You couldn’t have paid me to let go of Peyton. They fought to catch their breath while I peppered kisses across their collarbone. Red marks danced up their skin like a treasure map, leading to the deep, angry bruise settling on their neck.
Mine. Peyton watched me with lust-blown eyes, the rosy tint of post-orgasmic bliss coloring their cheeks. Their gaze flitted to my neck, where I felt the heat of their own bite forming. They grinned, and that’s when the fight left them. Peyton slumped against me, chest heaving. Chuckling, I pressed a kiss to their hair. “You okay?”
“Tired.”
“Why don’t we go back to bed?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice. But you might have to carry—ah!”
Hands under their bare ass, lifted them off the table and carried them through the house, to my bedroom, and into the ensuite, where I sat them on the counter.
“Cold!” They protested.
I was already wetting a cloth beneath warm water. “Don’t worry, little one; I’ll warm you up in a minute.”
Blushing, Peyton leaned back on the counter while I cleaned them. “So… calling you ‘Daddy’ turning sex isn’t off the table?”
“Absolutely not.” They squirmed when I brushed their most sensitive places—but it was short lived. Upon another pass with the cloth they sighed, and their eyes fluttered shut. Gently, I let my thumb circle them, only for a moment. Just when their hips began to roll against my finger, I stopped. They whined, but I only patted them dry. “You need rest right now, sweetheart.”
Ignoring the grumbles, I tossed the cloths into the laundry basket. “Do you need some privacy?”
Bashfully, they nodded. I didn’t hesitate this time, pulling them into me and kissing them passionately on the lips. Our tongues tangled briefly before I pulled back, removing myself from the room before I lost it. “I’m going to go clean up the kitchen. I want you in bed by the time I get back.”
I swept the half-full mugs away, emptied them, then put them in the sink and wiped up the table… and the floor. God, I couldn’t remember ever coming so much—or so intensely—in my life. Peyton brought out something in me that I never knew existed. Those tiny sparks I thought I’d imagined over the years had exploded into fireworks that put the Fourth of July to shame.
But what was Jesse going to think?
There was no use in pretending that this was a one-time thing. I’d had a taste of Peyton McKauley, and I wasn’t going to rest until I’d devoured every piece of them.
After a while, I noticed that they were suspiciously quiet. I returned to the bedroom. Gentle sighs crept around the cracked door, and I nudged it open.
Peyton lay in the middle of my bed, wearing nothing butanotherone of my t-shirts. They’d kicked the blanket away and were openly touching themself, turning to look tame when Iappeared in the doorway—and their hand picked up the pace. Ah, my little Peytonlikedto be watched.
