Page 18 of Merry Little Christmas
Gritting my teeth, I batted his hand away. “Lay down on the bed, and I’ll take you for one hell of a ride.”
Chapter Twelve
Cole
I leaned in for a kiss,kicking out of my jeans and placing a knee on the mattress. While Peyton was distracted with sucking on my tongue, I laid them down. Fingers threaded through my hair, and they tugged, sending a jolt of pleasure traveling through me and directly to my dick. With my hands on their waist, I flipped us until they were on top, legs entwining through mine.
They ground against my thigh, arousal slicking up our skin. I groaned and threw my head back on the pillow. Judging by the sly grin they gave me, they’d felt my cock throb against their hip. Before Peyton could lose themself, I urged them onto their knees and parted their legs to either side of me. Sighing, they settled into rocking against my erection.
Wet heat dampened my boxer briefs and engulfed my cock. I was glad I’d already undressed them, because there was no way I was making it long enough to get my own underwear off. “Peyton…” I whispered, dangerously close to begging.
“Oh, god,” they moaned, throwing their head back and grinding hard with their hips. “Please keep saying my name like that.”
Panting, chest burning, my thumb gravitated toward that sensitive spot again. Peyton arched into my palm, giving me the space to shove my boxer briefs down and free my aching cock. They watched, mouth watering as I gave my shaft one slow stroke and milking a drop of precome onto my thumb. When I brought it to their mouth, they happily sucked the digit between their lips, tongue laving against the pad of my finger and driving mewild. With the hand between their thighs, I slipped lower until my finger prodded their entrance.
Whimpering, they eased onto their knees and allowed me to push through. Circling their hips, they popped off my finger to beg for more, and I happily gave it to them. My dick throbbed impatiently, but I was too entranced by the blissed-out expression on Peyton’s face to care. Three fingers deep, they peered down at me through heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied grin quirking the corner of their mouth.
“Now,” they huffed, wrapping their hand around mine and guiding my cockhead to their entrance. “I need you now, Daddy.”
Peyton seated themself easily. I stilled them with my hands on their waist, using every tactic I knew to hold out. With sweet little sighs and gentle rocks of their hips, Peyton brought us flush together. I tightened my grip. “Wait, pretty baby. You need to adjust.”
They whined, but obeyed, settling for gentle swivels of their hips, ones that nearly made me throw caution to the wind and rail into them like I’d never get the chance again. “That’s it, baby,” I praised.
My hands smoothed over their sides, to the hem of their binder and back down their waist. My thumb brushed the piercing through their belly button, and they quivered beneath the touch. The next time my hands went up, I feathered over the binder. Our eyes met, and they nodded, so quickly that I nearly missed it.
Through the constricting garment, my finger found one pebbled nipple. Peyton gasped, arching into my palm. I teased thehardened nub, and their hips stuttered. Impatient, they began to move. Rising onto their knees, they slammed themself down on my cock with a ferocity that nearly shot me over the edge. Peyton blanketed my hand on their chest, directing me to squeeze. I did, and they cried out, planting their hands on my pecs to brace themself.
Nails bit into my skin, but I couldn’t find the strength to care. They clenched around me, strangling my cock and damn near pulling the orgasm right out of me. Damn, Peyton could ride. They matched me thrust for thrust, fisting the hair on my chest. The sharp sting only added to the pleasure, and I arched off the bed. Letting out a breath, I slowed my hips and carried myself away from the edge. I wasn’t going to come until they did.
When they’d had enough of me fondling their chest, they returned my hand to its rightful place. The moment I touched that spot, the beginnings of their orgasm splashed against my stomach and with more pressure, they bounced harder on my cock. My spine tingled, but I banished the feeling. My sweet Peyton wasn’t finished yet. Reluctantly, I pried one of their hands away from me and placed it on their belly. Like the good little sub they were, they obeyed the silent instruction. Hot bursts of liquid sprayed over my stomach. Moans turned into loud cries, which faded away to contented sighs as they came down from their high. “Good job, pretty baby.” They whined, but preened beneath the praise nonetheless. “You made such a mess for Daddy.”
My cock, chest, and stomach weredrenched—and I loved it. I’d never had a partner so messy and it was hot as fuck. I worked them through the release while they rode my cock, which throbbed impatiently. “Make me come now, Peyton.”
Though sluggish, they grabbed onto the headboard and fucked themselves onto my dick relentlessly. Their release coated our skin, creating a slick glide. Wet skin smacked against wet skin.
“Daddy…” Peyton murmured, pulling me right over the edge. My cock erupted, pulsing my release deep into them. As if being filled was everything they needed, they rode it out with a smile. Utterly spent, I tugged them down into a sloppy kiss.
Peytonand I spent the day in bed, tangled up in each other. With the patio doors open, we watched the snow fall between rounds. Peyton laid in my arms, watching the flurries dance around in the air before they melted as they hit the ground. There was the chance of it freezing overnight but by the time the sun rose, it would melt away. As the sun set, Peyton and I stared at the last of the snow-covered ground. I peppered kisses along their skin, and they arched into my touch, moaning. “God you’re insatiable,” I laughed, rubbing my beard along the sensitive skin of their neck and drawing up goosebumps in my path.
“I don’t hear any complaints.”
Still, they didn’t push my hand beneath the blanket, content to have me use my tongue to soothe the angry bites I’d left behind. I licked over the bruise on their neck, and they stiffened. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.
Peyton rolled onto their back, peering up at me through bleary eyes. They were exhausted, and for good reason. “Promise me something?”
“Anything.”
They snickered. “You don’t even know what it is.”
“Oh, sweet Peyton…” A sigh, and I blanketed my body with theirs, pinning their hands above their head. “Don’t you know I’d burn down the world if you asked?”
“Cole,” they moaned. “I’m trying to ask you a serious question.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
Peyton wiggled one of their hands free, pushing on my chest to put some distance between us, softening the blow with a smirk. “Promise me this won’t end once my brother finds out—no matter what he says.”
Bringing their hand to my mouth, I kissed each fingertip. “Peyton, if Jesse wants us to end this, he’s going to have to pry you out of my cold, dead hands. How does that sound?”
