“First, there’s the corona.”
She chuckled. “I like that part.”
“I know and you do an excellent job of teasing it. Now right here,” he said. “This is an extra sensitive spot. Make friends with the frenulum,” he murmured.”
He knew she was trying not to laugh when she said, “Hold up. Quick review.”
He gave a nod of permission and casually stroked his exposed cock as she watched and spoke.
“Helmet head. Make it wet and don’t skimp on the licking. Precum gets the gourmet treatment.”
His cock jumped in his hand when she stuck out the tip of her tongue and made a delighted face.
She bent and looked at his cock and pointed. “Then there’s the ridge along the underside of the shaft. Tongue trace, got it.”
“It’s okay to get lost during this tracing. Up and down would be great.”
“Which brings me to the new material in this scene. Corona? I thought that’s what we put in the cooler and drank with a lime wedge but if you want me to nibble on it, I’m more than anxious to see what makes Santa’s leg tremble.”
“This corona has magic powers,” he drawled teasingly.
One of her brows arched.
“Look at it,” he demanded. She lowered her eyes and stared. “When I’m inside you? That’s the part you feel dragging along the walls of your pussy.”
“Oh,” she exclaimed with wonder. “I never thought of it that way. Yes, yes!” she cried with rhapsodic delight. “Special and loving handling required. I’m so glad you told me this Santa!”
“Any more new info you want to comment on?”
“Uh, yes Santa. Make friends with the frenulum? Can you be more specific?”
Loosely holding his cock because stroking quickly became too much, he gave it to her in crude and specific terms.
“There are many parts to the pussy, with plenty of hidden tingle points and erogenous zones. Same for cock. It’s all good. You get wet when I finger you. I get hard when you take me in your hand. But there’s that sweet spot on the outside where most of the pleasure gets started. For you, the sweet spot is your clit. For me, it’s that sensitive inch. Remember why you should pay attention to the corona?”
“Because the ridge rubs my pussy and makes me crazy.”
“Exactly. Sort of the same thing for this sweet spot. When I fuck you the friction from each thrust rubs it. The sensation builds until the pleasure triggers an orgasm.”
“And you come.”
“One track mind much, madam? I’m trying to teach you something valuable and all you’re focusing on is the end.”
“Sorry. Sorry. Please continue. We’re caught up, I took notes. Next?”
He needed to feel his cock sliding across her tongue so he made the rest of the lesson short and direct.
With his throbbing cock lifted away, he pulled on his balls and spoke with earnest gravity.
“Don’t neglect my balls. No other way to put it. Cock worship includes ball play. To neglect them is a lot like leaving a delicious appetizer uneaten. Best advice? Don’t be shy.”
“Got it,” she chuckled. “Anything else Santa because seriously, my mouth is watering and if you stroke that thing one more time well…”
He knew what she wanted. “Open your mouth and show me your tongue.”
My god she looked so pretty with her gorgeous body naked for his pleasure, head tilted back, mouth open and a wicked glint in her eyes.
Taking his cock, he moved closer and put the tip of it on her tongue. “Eyes on me,” he growled.
He moved in and out of her open mouth enjoying the delicious slide. When he paused to slide the suspenders off his shoulders she groaned and whimpered, “More.”
With the suspenders gone, the pants slid easily down his legs, draping over the boots where they tucked in. She pushed his briefs down and wasted no time taking matters into her own hands. Stroking and caressing, she murmured softly and made sexy sounds of pleasure, moving her hands on his hard heated flesh in a grinding motion.
He lost his way the second she quietly called out what she was doing.
“Kiss, lick, suck and make it wet.”
Jesus. What she did to the head of his cock came close to causing Brody to lose his shit.
The way she lavished tongue attention on the underside of his shaft and the devotion she showed for following his suggestion turned on a near fountain of precum—which she graciously devoured.
But holy mother of god. With her eyes glued to his face, she cradled his cock lovingly and massaged his balls while demonstrating just how much she enjoyed a good corona and how eager she was to be a friend to the frenulum.
He took it as long as he could.
“Jesus Christ Heather. Enough. Suck me before I go blind from need.”
She of course happily complied.
The sound of occasional gags and the saliva running down her chin turned him into a grunting animal. A deviant Santa taking particular delight in watching his big dick disappear in her mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down. He was having a hard time breathing. When she had her hands on his ass and was forcing him into her throat and he grabbed her head to add a little forceful action of his own he knew the end was near.
“On the bed,” he growled.
He had to give her a hand up. Seeing her swaying when she was on her feet, he was overcome with primal satisfaction at the dazed arousal he found in her expression.
Grabbing her neck he pulled her in and kissed the mouth swollen from taking his cock. He fucking liked the gooey mess she became.
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.
Her answer came when she climbed onto the bed, lay on her back and hung her head over the edge of the bed.
“Fuck my mouth Santa.”
He hardly wasted a heartbeat of time, stepping up immediately and repositioning her head to the correct angle for maximum penetration.
“Safe word?”
She slapped her hands twice on her stomach.
And then he gave her what she wanted. Knowing this was her desire and pleasure made it easier to get past his reluctance to take her like this. The whole thing was intense, hot and loud.
Each time his cock slid along her tongue and went deep he grunted, groaned and moaned up a storm. It was so fucking erotic that his mind was on overload.
When he pushed further and the plump helmet he told her was so sensitive breached her throat he could see it happening because of the position of her head and the exposure of her throat.
It was sexy as fuck and hard to look away from. In fact, the visual was so mesmerizing he wanted to keep going and going and going.
After each deep plunge, he pulsed against her mouth a few times and withdrew so she could catch her breath. The long ribbons of saliva hanging from his dick were a total turn on.
And each time she composed herself and moved back into position, urging him on with her hands. At one point she grunted, “Fuck! I love it. Don’t stop.”
He put his hand around her neck and pushed his fat cock into her throat. When he felt the delicate column constrict around the head, he grunted, pulsed, withdrew and did it again.
The stimulation took him somewhere he’d never been and triggered a howling, grunting, jerking orgasm with his dick buried in Heather’s throat. It took forever to empty his balls into her greedy mouth and she made sure to capture every single drop.
Spent, stunned and awestruck by the strength of his woman’s passions he slumped over her for a second and then quickly moved her off the edge and laid her comfortably on the bed as they caught their breath.
“Thank you Santa,” she whispered.
Wishing she’d let him strip, Brody felt constrained with pants and briefs pushed down. Until he could get the rest of the Santa costume off his movements were somewhat restricted.
“Flip around now darling. Instead of your head hanging off the edge, I want your pussy right there.”
“Wh
at are you going to do, Santa?” she asked breathlessly while scrambling to do what he said.
He pulled a low ottoman close to the bed and sat on it. Spreading her knees wider, he moved each foot until she could dig her heels into the mattress.
Right away her sweet sultry scent filled his senses. She was wet and her pussy was a deep red color, a testament to her arousal.
“Santa is going to lick your pussy. I want you to keep your feet where they are. If you can’t, then you’ll have to put your hands in your knees. I want you totally open, understand?”
“Yes. And Santa?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Am I allowed to come?”
Brody smiled. “Yes. But not too fast. This is my turn to worship the pussy.”
He didn’t understand guys who were weirded out by eating pussy. To him, especially with Heather, he was down for a twenty-four seven oral feast. It was so damn sexy when she came with his mouth on her pussy and he loved that she was no longer shy about sharing her passions and secret desires.
His face was a mess and she was writhing with unleashed desire when he sensed she was beyond the point of no return. Sucking on her nubby clit, he penetrated her with two fingers and vigorously massaged the spot inside her that he knew would send her over the edge.
Her hands went to her knees. She pulled them back and open further, forcing her open pussy into his face. Her muscles tightened. His fingers felt a rush of hot fluid. After one last lick, he latched onto her clit with a vengeance and sucked like his life depended on it.
She exploded with a gush, drenching his face. Pushing his fingers as deep as they’d go, he wiggled and pressed them against her inner flesh.
His intention had been to get her off and then take a step back but they were too far gone.
Before the contractions of her climax calmed, he stood up, kicked the ottoman away and thrust his reawakened cock into her smoldering wet heat with no preliminaries. This was bold, wild fucking at its best.
They urged each other on with deliciously filthy, lewd language. She praised his mighty cock he lauded her amazing cunt, growling with satisfaction when she didn’t react negatively to the dirty expression.
“I’m coming Santa,” she cried.
“See?” he grunted as the thrusting continued. “Good girls come on Santa’s big fat cock.”
He followed her in his pleasure, pouring his come into her receptive body. He imagined his sperm bathing her insides and wondered if they’d be making a baby during this raunchy interlude.
You’d think after all the sucking and fucking they’d be tired but such was not the case. Wrapped in big fluffy robes, a special gift from Santa, they walked hand-in-hand to Bella’s room, checked on her and turned out the fairy light.
Project Red Suit was a success. His daughter’s faith in childhood and the wonders of make believe restored, Brody went back to his earlier thought. Maybe Project Red Suit would be successful in another way.
He chuckled to himself as they made their way to the kitchen in search of post-fuck munchies.
How awesome would it be if they could look back on tonight and nod knowingly, blessed with the knowledge that when Lou D Bauchery, an oversexed Santa and a wickedly naughty woman came together, a new life was made?
Man, what a rush! And don’t forget about tomorrow, his inner voice reminded. Tomorrow Team Jensen gets real and maybe with a little elf magic and a shit ton of prayers, nine months from now they’d be on the road to the big family both of them wanted.
MEGHAN STOOD AT the sink cleaning up after making tuna fish. She hated tuna fish. Hated the smell of it. But Alex really liked it so she thought she’d do her wifely duty and make him some. How hard could it be to throw some mayonnaise and a can of tuna in a bowl and mix it up?
Glancing at the evidence of her efforts, she made a dour face and huffed. Apparently harder than she knew because somehow a can of tuna and a bit of mayo in a bowl turned into smelly soup.
Well, so much for her New Year’s Resolution to be more of a Mrs. in a practical sense. So far her efforts resulted in tuna soup and an entire washer full of her husband’s briefs turning pink.
Drying her hands, she stomped to the refrigerator and yanked on the handle. “That’s right Mrs. Marquez, you silly spoiled twit. See what delicious yumminess Carmen would make sure was available.”
When she got an eyeful of the refrigerator’s contents, she laughed out loud. Everyone’s decision to do their own thing for New Year’s Eve meant Family Justice was mobile this evening. She and Alex decided to hunker down at home and keep it low key with just the two of them. In fact, their awesome plan was to lounge around, eat bad stuff and watch cheesy movies.
And Carmen had done them up right! There was a fruit and cheese plate. Two small salads. A pile of tamales, a vat of Meghan’s favorite potato salad and several hero sandwiches wrapped in paper and carefully labeled. There was also a note stuck to a container reminding Meghan to take her prenatal vitamins, drink some milk and not get crazy with dessert.
Oooh, dessert? She yanked open the freezer and shouted with delight. Fresh Ice Cream and yep, she thought when she turned to look at the island. Brownies!
Since there really was nothing for her to do except look pretty and gestate babies, she abandoned her practical wifely plan, for now, grabbed a magazine from the stack Carmen kept stashed in a corner and plopped onto a stool at the island.
Dog earring pages as she went and tearing a few things out here and there she was three quarters of the way through the magazine when a thought occurred to her out of the blue.
Sitting back, she pushed the magazine away and mumbled out loud.
“What the hell did Lacey mean last week when she said Finn and Remy didn’t really have a picnic in the desert? What does everyone else know that I don’t?”
“Uh oh,” a deep voice rumbling with laughter said. “I think my timing sucks.”
She butt-hopped on the stool and turned to look at Alex. Fresh out of the shower and wearing a faded Marines T-shirt and his favorite Justice sweats, also old and well worn, he had an adorably clueless expression that she knew came naturally.
“What’s that little shit up to?”
Meghan gave her husband credit for not pretending he didn’t know what she was asking or to whom she referred.
He came to her side, gazed lovingly into her face and kissed her sweetly on the lips. What he held in his hand he put on the counter. Then he crowded her personal space before beginning to answer.
“There is bald-faced fuckery going on but it’s not coming from Finn.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He paused and she saw the flash of a wince before he continued. “It’s Remington.”
“Oh really?” Her voice revealed her surprise.
“Yeah and I almost don’t want to talk about it. She’s entitled to her privacy. And quirks.”
He better be kidding, she thought.
“Alex,” she bit out. Putting her hand on his arm she gave him the look. “Cut me a break. You don’t get to be cryptic and leave me hanging. What quirks and how is her privacy involved?”
“Okay,” he sighed. “It’s just easier to tell you what we all think because you’re gonna drag it out of one of us eventually. The four-one-one on Remington Bissett is a work in progress. But a few things are crystal clear. First, and this should be something you’ll understand, she’s had a tough time being who she is in a sea of men. The military doesn’t make it easy for women. Even though we think she’s the bomb and accept her with open arms, Remy feels like she has to constantly prove she’s equal to the men.”
“Oh for god’s sake,” she drawled.
“Now, come on,” he growled. “It’s not for us to say. Everyone sees things from his or her personal point-of-view.”
“Yeah, okay. Whatever. So she has a confidence issue. What else?”
His hesitation was all over the fucking charts. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Ale
x never dragged his feet. Shit—until this moment she wasn’t sure if he even knew how.
“You know those nesting dolls we got at the Pueblo Art Show?”
“Sure. The wooden ones. Drae was fascinated.”
“Remy’s a little like that. What we see is the outer framework but once you crack the shell so to speak and look inside, many other identical figures appear. She’s protecting what’s at the core.”
She bit her lip and considered what he was trying to say. “We think she’s been hurt in some way. Deeply. Heather thinks she’s damaged and Lacey says she reminds her sometimes of Cam before he changed.”
“I’m not sure what happened. Yes, there are rumors. Whispered shit that you know makes me crazy.”
“Well, I don’t need to know. Like you said, she’s entitled to her privacy. But what do nesting dolls, a lack of self-confidence, and past hurt have to do with my brother?”
“She won’t like it that we know so it’s best if we keep this between us for now, okay?”
“Oh my god, Alex. You’re being so cautious. What is going on?”
He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. “What I’m about to tell you was literally strong-armed out of her cousin. Jace was so closed mouthed that we knew something was going down so we, uh, you know. We Justiced him.”
She snicker laughed at the new term and pushed him playfully on the chest. “You Justiced him?”
“Yeah. Me and Cam. Couldn’t help it.”
“You’ll have to elaborate later on what getting Justiced means but for now just tell me what Jace told you.”
“Okay. Here goes. So Remy and Finn had a girl catches a guy getting his dick throat inspected moment.”
“What?” she shrieked. “Was that some Justice way of saying she caught him getting a blow job? From who?”
“Babe,” Alex chuckled. “Focus. Your brother’s dick exploits are not the issue. Remy liking the shithead and then catching him being a pig is.”
“Oh right,” she muttered. “Right. Remy. Continue.”
“So they were on the outs more or less. The day of this imaginary picnic date, she heads off into the desert to take pictures. Finn materializes at her office out of thin air a couple of hours later and finds Jace frantically trying to locate her. Long story short. She went off radar. They used her phone’s GPS to locate where they hoped she’d be. They rolled up to find her Ranger and equipment abandoned. Your brother was the savior after they located her. She’d tumbled off a ledge and fallen. Knocked herself out.”
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