“Johnny!” I shouted, unable to keep my eyes open. He always gave me the best orgasms, but I could tell the anticipation of the few hours I had to wait was going to make this more intense than usual.
"Johnny? Bex?" For a moment, I wondered if I dreamed the voice I heard. In my hazed state, at the precipice of a massive orgasm, Lord knew I could be hearing things. I concentrated on the feeling building in my body, ready and praying for the release I so badly needed.
Johnny’s mouth still vacillated between my breasts as I rode him. His hand worked my clit and the chair we lay on scooted on the ground, the squeaking sound it made as it moved nothing more than a nuisance.
I didn’t mistake the sliding door opening, though, or the “Oh, fuck,” that I heard. Beau. I would know that voice anywhere.
Johnny froze, and that’s when I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I whipped my head over to the door and saw Beau’s shocked face. His hand covered his son Robbie’s face, and April grabbed Robbie’s arm and steered him around.
“W-we’ll be in here when you’re…” Beau trailed off, his face beet red. He never finished his sentence before the door shut.
Just like I was never going to finish that orgasm.
“FUCK!” Johnny looked longingly at my body before he lifted me off of him. “My dick is going to fall off if I don’t get to come inside you.”
I shook my head, the giggle that built since this morning finally erupting. I lifted my eyes to the clear blue sky. “Goddammit. How hard is it for me to fuck my man on Christmas and have an orgasm?" I lifted off of Johnny, looking sadly at his rigid cock. I’d only needed a few more seconds, and Johnny and I would’ve been satisfied until later today. On average, we fucked twice a day, and we were now 0-2.
We’d been cock blocked again. This time by Beau, April, and Robbie.
“What the fuck time is it? Is he hours early?”
I laughed again, not seeming to be able to stop now that I started. “I have no idea. Maybe it was later than we thought once we got the kids settled.” I shimmied my pants back up my legs and pulled my shirt back down to cover my bare skin. Well, make that child number two that was scarred by us today. Hopefully, Olivia, Beau and April's young daughter, hadn't seen —or understood— what she saw.
"Let's go greet our guests." I held out my hand for Johnny, and he took it.
“We already fucking greeted them.”
I shook my head. “Properly, baby.”
He slid his eyes over to me. “I’m gonna give them proper. Can they possibly have better timing? I mean…fuck. Thirty more seconds and my balls wouldn’t feel like they were in a vice right now.”
I stopped at the slider. “I promise,” I whispered against his lips. “I’ll suck you until you come later and then fuck you as hard and long as you want.”
“Not helping my blue balls, babe,” Johnny said back, putting his hand on my ass and pulling me into him. His rigid length hit me right where I needed him, and I groaned.
“You better tame that thing. Think about Lennox’s puke or something. You already scarred Robbie. We don’t want him to see any more proof of what we were doing.”
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“I’m stuffed.” Johnny patted his flat stomach, reminding me for the millionth time today that I was starved for him. My body tingled with the unsatisfied need that buzzed throughout me. “That was some kickass food.” He looked around the room at our family. The kids sat on the floor, playing with each other’s new toys. Lennox finally felt well enough to open her presents and eat a little bit. The worst seemed to be over. I could only hope Jaden didn't get it and keep us busy for one more day.
“Merry Christmas,” Beau said. He gave Johnny the eye, still not quite over his son getting an eyeful of us getting it on earlier.
"Merry Christmas," Tanner echoed, resting his hand on his fiancée's protruding stomach. "To a kickass year for all of us. Our first international tour. Our new babies." Tanner kissed Mac tenderly, and we all ribbed him for it. It was crazy to see him so head over heels for someone, and just months away from being a dad of two girls.
I looked over at Natalie, tucked into Kai’s side. Seeing her happy completed me. I knew what was coming for her, and it ensured she would be happy for years to come.
“Thanks for having me as part of your Christmas,” Kai said.
“You’re family now,” I said. Natalie smiled at me, and Kai nodded.
It was getting late, and I knew everyone would disperse to their own houses soon. We would be here in Florida through New Years and then head home to New York to get back to reality. Our tour was rapidly approaching, and we had a lot to do to prepare. Not to mention welcome Tanner and Mac’s twin girls very soon.
“Well, I think it’s time for us to head out.” Beau must’ve read my mind, or maybe he remembered what he interrupted earlier and decided to give us some relief.
“Us too,” Tanner said, helping Mac to her feet. “Gotta get this one in bed and put her feet up.”
She swatted him in mock annoyance, but I saw the appreciation and love in her eyes.
As we said goodbye to our family, I looked back at my beautiful kids. A little color showed in Lennox’s cheeks, another sign she felt better. Jaden squealed at one of his new toys.
“We made them,” Johnny said into my ear. “They are perfection.”
I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. "Yes, they are." I turned my face to him, and his eyes darkened with desire.
"What do you say we practice making another one? If I don't get inside you in the next thirty minutes, I'm going to die from a horrific case of blue balls. You'll have to write on my headstone ‘Died from lack of sex.'"
I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand. “Let’s get them into bed and lock our door.”
"Let's get them into bed and go outside to the pool."
I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Again? You do know there are mosquitos and other things out there at night, right? Plus, are you having an exhibitionist streak or something?”
"I want to go fuck in the water," Johnny growled, biting my earlobe. The action sent lust straight to my center. Johnny loved sex in different places. I wasn't even sure I could count the number of interesting locations we had christened over the years.
“What about the kids?”
"We're right there," he said. "We'll take the monitor down and put it by the pool. If either of them moves, we'll know."
I guessed that was a bonus to having top notch security. We had cameras in both of our kids’ rooms.
We waited not-so-patiently until both kids were asleep for about a half an hour.
“Right fucking now, Bex,” Johnny said, putting his hand on his crotch. I could tell he was at half mast already. The thought of finally finishing what we started not once—but twice—today was making me wet.
Nothing would stop us this time.
I grabbed the monitor and some towels for when we were finished. I sure as shit was glad we had a heated pool. Despite the warmth of the Florida air, I would guess the water would’ve been chilly without it.
We walked wordlessly out the sliding glass door and past the chaise lounge we’d fucked on earlier. We reached the edge of the pool and Johnny dropped his shorts, his hand immediately stroking his rock hard dick.
“Strip,” he demanded. I watched, mesmerized, as Johnny continued to pump himself. I loved watching him please himself. Almost as much as I loved watching him please me. “Now, Bex.”
“Demanding tonight,” I teased.
“You got that fucking right.” He squeezed himself so hard I almost cringed. It had to be painful, but he widened his stance and groaned as I shed all of my clothes.
“Get on the sun deck.” He nodded his head towards the shallow deck we had in the pool. It had just enough water for me to lay in, but not enough to lessen the friction of our lovemaking. “Spread your legs.”
There was a time that his bossiness would've pissed me off. Now, it made me hot. We were both type A, driven pe
rsonalities, and there were some times that I took control when we were in the bedroom. But more often than not, I let him have it. It turned me the fuck on, and it made our sex even more off the charts.
He prowled towards me; his eyes zeroed in on my sex. "I'm going to eat that pussy until you scream, then I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. And I dare anyone to stop me from making us both come. Close your eyes, Bex.”
I prayed to any god that would listen to keep our kids asleep and any neighbors in their houses. I dropped my head back, closing my eyes as I felt him enter the water. Small waves of water lapped over my breasts, making my nipples pucker. I could hear the waves crashing on the beach behind our house. Every sense was heightened, waiting for Johnny to touch me.
“Keep them closed.” His gruff voice was so close that I started trembling. Sex with him was never the same. It was always a new experience.
When I felt his lips close over my clit, I arched my back. “Fuck, Johnny! Yes!” He devoured me with his lips and tongue, my need for him skyrocketing.
He added two fingers into my dripping sex, and I bit my lip against the scream that wanted to erupt.
My eyes flew open when I didn’t feel him there anymore. My core throbbed, crying out for his touch. When our eyes connected, I saw the raw desire he had for me.
“I love you, Bex.” His forearm flexed as he stroked his dick.
“I love you, Johnny. Now get over here and fuck me until we both come. I can’t wait one more second.”
“What my lady wants, my lady gets.” Johnny dropped to his knees and pulled me closer to him. The water lapped over our bodies. He lifted my hips slightly out of the water and slid his hot flesh inside mine.
Both of us moaned at the feeling of being here again; the third try to complete the mission.
“I want to take my time, but I can’t. After today, babe, I have to fuck you hard.”
“Fuck me hard, Johnny. I need it.”
I didn’t think about Lennox puking, about Beau and his family walking in on us, or the messy kitchen that needed to be cleaned up. All I could think about was the man inside me, the man that I loved. The one that would do anything, and had done anything, for me. For our family.
Our life wasn't perfect, but it was perfect for us. A band we loved, a family beyond our wildest dreams, and ridiculous shenanigans we could reminisce about for years to come. How often could you be walked in on not once but twice in one day?
I knew I wouldn’t trade a single thing that happened in my life to this point because it got me right here. On my back, my sexy husband pounding me to a frenzy while the products of our lovemaking slept inside.
I gripped Johnny’s ass as I began the quick ascent to orgasm. “Harder, Johnny. Harder. Yes, just like that.”
The water splashed and sloshed around us, but I didn’t care. I gripped his cock with my pussy and convulsed around him, feeling the second he lost control with me.
“Yes, Bex! That’s it! Give me that sweet pussy!” Johnny filled me, the ongoing orgasms from both of us making my eyes roll back in my head.
As we slowed, we both opened our eyes and looked at one another. Our chests heaved and our bodies shook with the powerful aftershocks of our lovemaking.
Johnny leaned over, still inside me, and put his forehead against mine. I could feel him pulsing inside me, and I continued moving my hips, the tingling still continuing.
“Goddamn, Bex. I’d like to say that was worth waiting all day, but I would’ve loved it if this was orgasm number three for us. Babe, your body…fuck.”
I lifted my hand and put it on his cheek. "Now take me inside and do that again, again, and again."
Johnny's eyes gleamed. "You got it." He shifted off of me and held out his hand. I took it, and we both stood up. My legs wobbled from the powerful orgasms, and he smirked. He leaned over and lifted me, cradling me in his arms.
“Merry Christmas, Bex,” Johnny whispered.
“Merry Christmas, Johnny. Let me give you a few more private presents.”
“I love those presents any day of the year.”
That I definitely knew.
Despite our fucking awkward encounters earlier, we made this a memorable Christmas in our own Johnny and Bex way.
The End
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Thanksgiving with the Mayor
M. Mabie
“Yeah, just like that. No, wait. Fuck me harder,” I panted, my cheek against the headboard in Ryan’s bedroom. His hand ran up my back and firmly gripped me where my shoulder and neck met.
“Well, which is it?” he asked while he rhythmically ground into me from behind. “Just like this or harder? Make up your mind, Lena.”
I loved that authoritative tone he used with me.
I’d spend the better part of my collegiate career having casual sex with the same guy. Ryan “The Mayor of Pussyville” Rhodes.
Our arrangement began the first week of freshman year, clumsily and drunk—pretty much like everything else in those days. But, over time, where no feasible relationship grew, our secret kinky sex life only got stronger. During those few years, I found my sexual identity. With him, I was comfortable enough to say almost anything.
Fuck me hard.
Flip me over.
Fuck my mouth.
Tie me up.
Fuck my ass.
Okay, admittedly I wasn’t everyone’s definition of sexy, but he never complained. In fact, he loved it, too. Otherwise why would he call me to hang out as often as I called him?
What Ryan and I had was awesome. There were no deep-seated emotions attached. No fighting. No fuss. No anxious does he like me or not feelings. It wasn’t like that at all. We respected and trusted each other. He was my safe sex partner—and I was happily his.
As much as I loved the way he spoke to me, I was no wilting flower. Additionally, I loved riling him up.
My pin-straight auburn hair whipped my face as I looked behind me and countered, “Don’t be so bitchy, Rhodes. Just like that, but harder.”
He knew what I wanted—that deep, nearly rough, aggressive sex that I couldn’t get enough of. It wasn’t always kinky and wild, sometimes it was just amazing sex. Regardless, he had the most pleasing, satisfying penis I’d ever encountered and God-given talents with his tongue.
As he ramped up the intensity, thrusting in and out precisely the way only he did, my body flushed then began to tingle, signaling the beginning of my orgasm.
Then his phone rang and ruined everything. He pulled from me and reached for his night stand.
“You did not just o-block me,” I complained as he read the screen of his cell.
“It’s her. I think I should break up with her right now,” he said as he bared his teeth, looking apprehensive and breaking his dominant character act.
Seriously, how great could she be if he still kept sleeping with me?
We’d never set up any rules, and I’d had my share of dates. Still, we knew if something ever happened and we were exclusive with someone else, the other would back off. It didn’t matter because, obviously, that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t into her, much like I hadn’t been into any other guys for a while. A long while.
Why would I need another man? Ryan g
ave me all I needed and more.
However, I wasn’t heartless.
“No. Don’t you dare break up with her the night before Thanksgiving just because you don’t want to meet her family. That’s a dick move.”
It didn’t bother me at all—and I do mean at all—that he wanted to end things with her, but why ruin a holiday?
Honestly, I just didn’t want him to talk to her so he could give me the attention I came over for. The Mayor could break hearts on his own time.
I ran my hands between my legs, my face still smashed up against the leather headboard, and considered working myself past the goal line. The tension inside of me not abating even when he left me to check his phone.
He ignored the call with one swipe, which made me smile.
“Fine, but I’m breaking up with her this weekend.”
“Good. Now that we agree, could you please get back to work? I’m about to lose my mojo.”
He shook his head at me, then got back into prime pounding position.
He rubbed himself through my wetness, but paused. “Before I forget,” he said, “you need to get this mole looked at.”
Ah, the joys of fucking a pre-med student.
“Yeah, yeah. Listen, you have about four seconds to put that big dick of yours back inside me before I get dressed, go home, and let my thunderstick finish the job.”
Once again, I peered over my shoulder at him. His brown eyes pinched at the sides, a face that said challenge accepted.
He gave my body exactly what it craved, as if my inner sexual fantasies had been emailed to him directly and, being the thorough and diligent overachiever he was, he’d memorized every word.
After my second orgasm, with his hand pinching my clit—which was something new—I felt myself get swept away one more time as he shouted, “Jesus Christ, Lena. Fuck! I fucking love you.”
Out of breath and only half coherent, I replied as we fell to our sides, “I love fucking you, too.”
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