Page 221 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
He grinned and removed his fingers from me. “So demanding.” He stood up from the bed and removed his shirt and pants. He stood in front of me in his boxers. If I didn’t get anything else for Christmas, I would be happy. He was all that I needed.
“Take those off, too,” I said, pointing to his boxers. He listened to my command, sliding the boxers off his legs. His cock stood straight ahead, waiting for me.
“Like this?” He lifted an eyebrow feigning being shy.
“Exactly like that,” I said. I moved off the bed, my want turning into a need. After dropping to my knees, I took his cock in my hands and began to stroke it. Cayden closed his eyes and threw his head back.
“That feels so good,” he said.
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” I told him. I leaned in to his cock, running my tongue in circles over the head.
“You’re so good at this,” Cayden said. He was feeding me with compliments tonight, and I was gladly accepting them. I took his cock in my mouth and began to slowly move it in and out of my mouth. He put his hands on my head, pushing me closer to his body. I took the full length of his cock into my mouth. I reached down and played with his balls. It was something that I had failed to pay attention to in the past.
“Goddamn,” Cayden moaned. I could tell that he liked it. “You’re going to make me come.”
While I wanted him to come, I also wanted to feel him deep inside of me. I took his cock out of my mouth, licking it clean of any pre-come.
“Fuck me,” I said, standing up. I moved toward the bed and leaned against it. My stomach and breasts were on the mattress and my ass was in the air. Cayden leaned down, and I felt his tongue dart in and out of my pussy.
“Let’s get you nice and ready,” he said. He worked me for a while before moving back and grabbing a condom.
I gripped the sheets and panted, my imagination running wild.
The minute he put his hands on my waist, his cock entered me. The force of his thrust was amazing, better than I remembered. He slowly began to pump his dick in and out of me, but soon picked up the pace. I reached down and began to play with my clit.
“Fuck me harder,” I commanded him with a shaky voice. He picked up the pace rapidly. I heard his body slapping against mine. It was a steady sound.
“I’m going to come!” Cayden groaned. I rubbed my clit furiously as I felt his release.
“I’m coming, too,” I said. My body continued to shake with an orgasm as I rubbed my clit. Finally, my orgasm subsided, and I collapsed on the bed. Shortly after, Cayden laid next to me.
“Damn, I missed that,” Cayden said. He was breathless. Although it hadn’t been that long since our last hookup, it felt a lot longer than it had been. With sex that good, we would have to see each other a lot more often.
Cayden reached over and grabbed my hand. I closed my eyes, thinking of where I was in life. I was in Cayden’s bed, on Christmas Eve. Even at Thanksgiving, I would have never imagined that my life was about to take such a drastic turn. I didn’t want to be anywhere else on Christmas Eve. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or not, but I almost wanted to tell Cayden that I would take him up on his offer to go to his parents’ house tomorrow.
Before I could bring anything up, I heard my phone ringing in the kitchen. I groaned. No one called me unless it was important. I wrapped a blanket around me and walked out into the kitchen. The phone stopped ringing before I got there. I had missed the call. I retrieved the phone out of my purse, hoping it wasn’t Brad. I didn’t feel like dealing with him after the amazing sex that I just had with Cayden. I looked down at the phone. It was my mom. What did she want?
I took the phone back to the bedroom with me, getting into bed with Cayden.
“Everything okay?” he asked. I shook my head.
“My mom called me,” I told him. “I should probably call her back, but I really don’t want to talk to her.”
“Maybe it’s about Christmas,” Cayden said. “You should at least call her back to see what she wants.”
He was right. She probably was calling me about tomorrow. I had already told her that I wasn’t coming. I dialed her number.
“Tiffany,” her voice came across the line. “Why didn’t you answer my call?”
I groaned. I knew it was a bad idea to call her. I could tell by her tone of voice that she had been drinking. It wasn’t a surprise.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said. “It was in the other room. What’s going on?”
“Tomorrow is Christmas,” she said. “I thought I would call to tell you our plans. We’re going to eat around six, so I suggest that you come over before that.”
“I told you that I’m not coming,” I said.
“You’re coming,” she said. “It’s non-negotiable. You’re just lucky that I’m not making you bring anything. See you tomorrow.” With that, she hung up the phone. I put my phone down on the side table.
