“Such a wild pussy cat.” She looked up and licked the tip of me. I almost came undone at the hotness of this simple act, and it wouldn’t be much longer at this rate until I did.
Over and over she pulled me into her warm mouth. I watched her hand slide between her own legs and I knew she was working to get herself off too.
I bent down and reached my hands inside her blouse. Moving her bra aside, I found her hard nipple and gave it a pinch. She returned my gesture with a light graze of her teeth.
I drew in a breath and slowly exhaled. “Careful with your naughty mouth. I’d hate to have to discipline you.” She moaned around my cock when I pinched her harder. “Maybe you would like it though. So dirty.”
With one hand in her hair and the other playing with her tits while she worked her mouth over me, I started to feel a tightening deep down inside.
“So fucking close,” I muttered. She continued faster with her motions and our eyes met right before I exploded in her mouth.
I heard a tap, tap, tap as the blood rushed through my veins. No doubt from the pressure inside my head.
“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming,” I uttered through panted breaths. But as I did, a voice shook me from my daze.
“Mr. Jordan? Are you in there?” It sounded like my assistant behind my office door, but she had left early today to prepare for the company holiday party later in the evening.
“Um, wait a minute, Evelyn,” I managed to yell.
“Holy shit,” gasped the beautiful brunette at my knees. She wiped the sides of her mouth and looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“It’s okay, baby. Just stay under the desk. She’ll never know you’re even here.
She righted her blouse and curled into a ball at my feet. I smiled down at her and patted her head. “Such a sweet kitty.”
She hissed at me and added a devious glare. “Remember I can bite.”
“Noted,” I said.
“Mr. Jordan?” Evelyn asked again.
“Come in,” I announced loud enough to be heard through the wooden door. I watched the door slowly open, and then Evelyn stepped into my office.
“I left my cell phone on my desk, so I had to come back and get it. Is everything okay?” Evelyn asked. She glanced around the office as if she was looking for another person. “I thought I heard you calling out to someone.”
Shit, I probably was saying my wife’s name as I came like I always do.
“Yes, everything is fine. No worries here. Just finished up a last minute interview and I’m heading out.”
Evelyn’s gaze landed on the designer purse of my interviewee. The exact purse Evelyn helped me pick out for said interviewee.
Dammit, we were so busted.
“Well,” she nearly purred. “Please tell Mrs. Jordan I’ll see her tonight at the party. Hope you had a successful interview.” She winked at me with a knowing look in her eyes and shut the door.
“Oh my God,” my wife cried from beneath my desk as I secured up my trousers to their normal position. I couldn’t believe I was caught with them down, in the office. At least, Evelyn had to imagine my state versus actually seeing it.
I pushed my chair back and held out my hand, helping my wife to her feet. I stood up to take her in my arms.
“Baby, thanks.” I moved a stray curl from her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “You surprised me.” I kissed her forehead and felt her relax into me.
“But we also surprised Evelyn. Big gossip Evelyn. The entire party will know about it before she pours the first drink,” my wife, Celia sighs.
“Maybe we should just post it on Facebook. Be the first to announce it.” I laugh as she shakes her head and gives me a death stare.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she spouted at me, removing herself from my arms.
“You forget. I don’t even have a fucking Facebook account.” I rolled my eyes and smiled at her.
“Oh yeah.” She giggled. “Maybe I should just wear a button that says, ‘I passed my oral test.’”
“Subtle much?” I walked her around my desk and grabbed her purse. “This is what busted us. Evelyn saw it.”
“Who knew I’d be fucked over by my beloved Fendi.”
“I sure the hell was when the bill came in,” I teased.
“Consider this little oral test payment in full.”
“Definitely, since you passed.” Instead of opening the office door, I turned Celia around and gently pushed her against it. “Let me give you your grade.”
I sank to my knees and ran my hands up her long legs, admiring all the time she spent at our local gym. My fingers halted at her panty line when they were met with only skin.
“No panties?” I asked and she nodded.
“All the easier to give you a well-deserved letter grade. I’m thinking a big, fat O. Sound good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
I raised her skirt to her luscious hips and brought her right leg to my shoulder. I lowered my lips to her in hopes of giving her an O plus, plus. She twirled my hair roughly between her fingers.
“You taste so sweet,” I muttered.
“Shut up and lick,” she ordered returning again to the real wife I knew so well, asking for what she wanted in a sexy as hell way. I did as she bid, and smiled, knowing I would love this woman until the day I died.
The End
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All I Want for Christmas Is An ORGASM
LL Collins
“Merry Christmas, Bex,” Johnny said, lifting the sheet to peruse my naked body. A wicked look crossed his face as he bent to kiss my stomach. It was early, the sun barely casting sunlight through the blinds. I slid my hands along his inked and ripped shoulders and back, appreciating the fine specimen that was my man. He played my body with as much talent as he played his guitar, and that said a lot. We were in our Florida home for Christmas, escaping the cold snow of New York to have a warm holiday.
“Hmm," I responded. "Is this my present?" There was nothing better than waking up to sex with him. Or mid-day sex with him. Or end-of-the-day sex with him. What could I say, my man knew how to please.
Johnny used his hand to spread my willing legs and put two fingers inside my aroused flesh. His lips traveled down my stomach to my sex. “This is just the beginning of your present,” he said, closing his lips around my aching clit.
I arched my back and moaned, gripping the sheets beside me as his mouth moved fervently in tandem with his fingers. I squeezed my eyes closed as he worked me into a frenzy quickly.
“Yes,” I moaned, gripping his hair and pushing him closer to where I needed him. “I’m so close.” My chest heaved and my heart rate accelerated as he worked me with his tongue and fingers. One of his hands traveled up my stomach to my breast, tweaking my nipple.
That's all it took, and I came crashing down, the orgasm ripping through me so hard I saw stars in my eyes.
“Bex,” Johnny groaned, lifting himself up to his knees. My eyes zeroed in on his hand stroking his cock. The one I wanted inside me. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
I f
lipped over quickly and turned my head back to watch as he gripped my hips and slid inside me.
“Fuuuuuck,” he growled. “So goddamn tight and wet for me. Merry Fuckin’ Christmas.” The headboard banged against the wall as he pounded me forcefully, just the way I liked it.
I felt another orgasm building as he leaned over and stroked my clit with one hand and my breast with the other.
“Just like that, baby. Hell yeah.” I groaned, biting my lip to try to contain my volume. It didn't work well because the way he put that dick right where I needed it…
Just as I was about to fall over the cliff again and take Johnny with me, the door banged against the wall behind us, and I heard the two words that would deflate my sex drive faster than a bucket of cold water thrown on me.
“Mommy? Daddy?” Lennox said.
Johnny flew off me so fast I wondered how his dick didn’t break off and stay inside me. I didn't know where he went, but I no longer felt him. I scrambled up and covered myself with the sheet. This was the first time she'd ever walked in on us. I guessed I should be grateful it took this long since we had a very active sex life.
"What's up, sweetie?" My heart pounded in my chest, wondering how much she saw and if we just scarred her for life. I chastised myself for not locking the door, but in my defense, I was woken up being pleased. Johnny should've locked it. We were usually rather good about it, except of course if we got it on in the kitchen, or on the couch, or…
Okay, okay. We were nymphos. It was nothing new, and I hoped it never changed. Kids or not, we were hot for each other. That was something that never lacked in our relationship.
Passion.
Hot, carnal sex.
It was early, and Lennox was not an early riser. Although it was Christmas, so she was probably excited. At almost five years old, she was the spitting image of me as a kid. Johnny joked he had no part in her, but I sure as shit disagreed. I remembered every moment of making her.
Her wide eyes volleyed back and forth between Johnny and me, and she worked her lip in-between her teeth. Lennox gripped her favorite stuffed animal in her hand, a bear we got her on one of our first tours after she was born. She never let it out of her sight.
Johnny sat on the edge of the bed with a pillow over his manhood, and I stifled a giggle at the sight of him trying to avoid his daughter’s gaze like he was just caught by his mom. Her dark hair was in knots around her face, the result of her tossing and turning.
Her face went pale, and she opened and closed her mouth a few times. Dear God, we freaked her out. I worried about what would come out of her mouth and what she might say when everyone got together later for our Jaded Regret Christmas celebration. They’d all get a good laugh out of whatever she may say. Lennox didn’t hold back what she thought about everything. I wonder who she got that from…couldn’t be her two parents. Oh no, not at all.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” Johnny held his arms out for her to come closer. He couldn’t move, still naked under the pillow. I absently wondered if his manhood shrunk yet, hidden behind that pillow. I still wanted to laugh out loud, despite our daughter acting funny.
Lennox shook her head back and forth, her brow creasing. “I don’t feel good, Daddy. My tummy hurts.”
“Come here, baby.” Johnny grabbed hold of one of her hands and pulled just as I scooted up next to him. I put my hand on Lennox’s forehead, but it felt cool. Johnny was a complete sucker for Lennox. She had him wrapped right around her little finger since the second she was born and blinked her big eyes up at him. He thought that girl hung the moon, and she knew it.
I looked over at the clock on Johnny’s bedside table. It was just after seven, and that meant Jaden would be up soon, too. So much for finishing our Christmas present to each other. Jaden was a toddler and full of energy. He was the type we had to put a gate around the Christmas tree to keep him from tearing it down.
“Why don’t we go to the kitchen and get you some medicine for your tummy? I think Santa came. Maybe that’ll make you feel better.” I moved to stand, pulling the sheet with me. I would use it as a makeshift robe until I could get to my clothes.
Lennox shook her head again. “I can’t…” Before she could finish her thought, she leaned forward and threw up. All over Johnny, me, the bed, her stuffed bear, and the floor.
Merry fucking Christmas.
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“What a morning.” Johnny linked his fingers with mine and pulled me out the back door. Jaden was down for his regular nap. I was amazed with all the excitement that he passed out, but I was sure glad only to clean up puke from one kid.
So far.
“You got that right,” I laughed. We settled on the same lounge chair, breathing out a sigh of relief as I melted into him.
Christmas morning or not, Lennox hadn’t stopped throwing up until a few minutes ago. She was finally sleeping after we scrubbed ourselves, our bed, the floor, and every spot she stood in for longer than a few seconds. Our whole house was as disinfected as a hospital.
Sometimes parenthood sucked.
But right now we would take the few minutes we could get while the kids were asleep to spend time together.
The poor girl hadn’t even cared to open her plethora of presents under the tree, including a way-too-expensive guitar Johnny bought her. Our girl loved playing guitar and singing with us, and Johnny splurged on a huge purchase for our not yet five-year-old daughter. I guessed that was what happened when your parents were part of a rock band, and she'd listened to music since she was in the womb. Her first word hadn't been "Mom" or "Dad." It had been "play." And by that, she pointed to the guitar Johnny held and wanted him to teach her. So he did.
She’d laid on the couch and watched her brother tear through his packages, interested more in the boxes than whatever was in them. We asked Lennox if she wanted us to open one and give it to her, but she just shook her sad little head no. it almost killed Johnny not to rip open the guitar from “Santa” and show it to her. Damn that big fat man got all the credit for the good gifts.
I hated when my kids were sick. It made me feel helpless and sad. I wished I could take her place so she could enjoy her day. Years ago, I would’ve never thought this would be my life. I was so far removed from the person I used to be before Johnny and then Lennox and Jaden. I had my own piece of perfection, right here.
Despite the puke I swore I could still smell.
Our Christmas celebration with the rest of our Jaded Regret band —Tanner, Beau, Natalie, and significant others and kids—was still on for this afternoon, despite our warning at how sick Lennox was. I loved that about our band—our family. Nothing stopped us from being together. We may be a screwed up bunch, but we loved each other. Growing up the way most of us did, we got each other the way no one else ever would.
"We're finally alone again," Johnny murmured into my ear. The reverberation of his deep voice against my back sent electric shocks of desire straight to my core. His fingers traced down my arms, and I shivered despite the warm Florida sun.
“So we are,” I said, lying my head back on his chest and tilting my face so he could capture my lips with his. I could feel him hardening, his length pressing into my back as we intensified our kiss. It seemed like days ago that Johnny pounded me from behind, even though it was just hours. My core throbbed with the need to finish what we started.
“I want to fuck you, baby. Right here, right now.” Johnny slid his hands down my body and into my yoga pants. I groaned when he made contact with my aching clit. "So fucking wet for me, Bex. This time, I'm going to finish what I started before we were rudely interrupted." He pumped his fingers inside me, and I turned slightly so I could slide my hand inside his shorts. His shaft was hard and hot, just how I liked it. He pushed into my hand as I turned completely, straddling him.
He slid my yoga pants down to my knees with one hand while the other continued sending me climbing to the stars. Our patio was private with a large fence separating us from the beach beyond
our property. Not that it mattered. Johnny and I weren’t shy, and we’d had sex in many public places. We had to be a little more careful now that we were well known, but we liked to be adventurous.
“I need inside that tight pussy, right now.” Johnny’s words flew from his mouth like bullets, and his eyes darkened as desire swirled through them.
“Yes.” I closed my eyes momentarily as he withdrew his fingers and then opened them as he placed them on my lips.
“Suck yourself off of me,” he said. My core clenched, crying out for him to put me out of my misery. I obliged, sucking his fingers into my mouth. The tangy taste of my arousal made me pulse even more with need, and I felt Johnny’s dick jump in anticipation.
“Get on it, Bex. Right fucking now. I can’t wait one more second.”
I moved the few inches I needed to line myself up with his cock. I lowered myself onto his shaft, and we both groaned. Johnny's hands moved to my hips and rocked me back and forth.
"Fucking hell," he murmured. I moved back and forth, the feeling of him filling me to the hilt almost sending me over the edge already. I was still wound up from hours ago, and I knew I wouldn't last long.
“This pussy was made for me,” he said, grunting the last few syllables. He took one hand and palmed my still covered breast. “Lift up your shirt. I need your tits in my mouth.”
My foggy head registered his request seconds later, and I moved my tank top up to expose myself to him. It was a balmy, warm Christmas day in Florida, but the breeze puckered my nipples. Or maybe it was the way he fucked me.
Johnny thrust harder as he took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around the sensitive bud. I threw my head back and called out his name, feeling the familiar tingling starting in my spine.
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
Johnny lifted his head from my breast. “Come on my cock, baby. Give me all of it. Milk it.”
My body responded to his dirty talk, and the first shudders of release began pulsing through my body. Johnny recognized the telltale signs of my orgasm and put one hand on my clit as he fucked me harder.
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