“That is so fucking sexy,” Alex says as he thrusts into me, over and over and over again.
He hasn’t even come yet, and worse, if he keeps it up, I’m going to come again. And I do, just as he stills.
Once his body parts are no longer invading mine, I wobble around to face him, working to remain indignant. “You!” I shake an unsteady finger in his face. “No access. Not allowed, and you—”
“You didn’t like it?” Alex catches me in his arms and sets me on the table.
“That’s not the point!” So what if I liked it? “I specifically told you that wasn’t a place to be putting your parts.”
“So you did like it.” He smirks.
“I hate you.” I smack his chest weakly.
“You love me.” He wraps me up in him.
“Whatever.” I will not admit I liked what he just did.
“I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to. I just thought I’d try…” He kisses my temple, all soft and sweet. “I don’t expect to ever get anything in there other than a finger or maybe two.”
Damn him.
“Fine.”
The Holiday Outtake
Christmas Style
I WROTE THIS piece as a special holiday surprise. It was supposed be about a thousand words, but Alex had a lot to say, and well, Violet engaged in some serious sewing, so I owed it to them to let the scene play out a little longer. Get ready for some Super MC costume changes.
Coming Down the Chimney!
ALEX
I TOSS MY gym bag directly into the laundry room before I head down the hall. I don’t do it because I’m anal; it’s so Violet doesn’t trip over it when she’s leaving for work in the morning. I’m not sure how it happens exactly, because it’s a huge black duffle bag on a tan tile floor, but she’s managed to bruise the crap out of her knees a couple of times and sprain her wrist once.
I don’t need her injured over the holidays. Not with her parents coming to visit at the end of next week. Mine will be here, too. We’re hosting the family gathering, because I have the space.
Violet’s insisted on cooking a turkey, but she’s definitely no chef. I’m not sure she realizes how much work is involved in preparing Christmas dinner. My mom will be here to help, so Violet should be fine, but my mom likes to be the master of her own domain. I’m hopeful it won’t cause friction between them, and that it won’t make it difficult for me to achieve my own friction while they’re here.
Violet isn’t particularly quiet during sex. Usually I love how vocal she is. But I may have to invest in some kinkery if we’re going to have sex with my parents staying here. Like a gag. Even with the spare bedroom all the way down the hall, there’s no guarantee they won’t hear. Plus my dad’s a nighthawk. And he’s always got the munchies.
As I enter the kitchen, I’m greeted by the smell of vanilla and char. A tray of star-shaped cookies sits on the island. They’re a little dark around the edges, but they don’t look too bad. Until I flip one over. It’s black on the bottom. I smile and drop it back on the tray. She’s making an effort. It’s cute.
“Violet, baby? Where are you?” I check the main floor, but there’s no sign of her. Since her car is in the garage—the one I bought her. Because I can. And I want to—I assume she’s upstairs.
Tomorrow morning I leave for a series of away games. I’ll be gone a week, and when I get back, my sister and her best friend will be in town and likely hanging out with us a lot. That means our usual “Welcome Home Fuck Day” routine, as Violet so sweetly dubbed it, may not be easy to pull off. We’ll see. My plan is to get as much action as I can tonight, as many ways as I can get it, so I’m stocked up for the time away.
I hit the stairs, taking them two at a time. “Baby? I’m home,” I call. Still, I’m met with silence. Where the hell is she?
I rearrange my hard-on so it’s not at a weird angle and head toward our bedroom, picturing her naked in the shower, or better yet, in the tub. Now I’m all excited. Workouts do that to me; all the exertion without any follow-up release can be tough to take. Much like away games.
I push open the door and cross to the bathroom, expecting to find her lying in the Jacuzzi tub, surrounded by bubbles, her gorgeous, long auburn hair piled up high on her head. I can already see her luscious, awesome tits bobbing in the water. But there’s nothing. What the fuck?
I return to the hall. All the doors are open, the way Violet likes them. She gets weirded out when she can’t see what’s going on behind them. The one at the end of the hall, which is Violet’s private space—and mostly where she keeps all the crap she doesn’t want to throw away but doesn’t know where to put—is shut up tight.
She’s been hiding out in there a lot. I’m starting to get concerned about it, to be honest. We’ve only been living together for four months, but we’re coming up on a year since we started dating. You learn a lot about a person over twelve months. I hope the amount of time she’s been spending in her “office” isn’t a sign that things aren’t as awesome as I think.
With that in mind, I creep toward her room. A creaky spot in the floor makes me pause, but music seeps through the door, the bass vibrating. I put my hand on the knob and turn. But it’s locked.
What’s she doing in there that would warrant locking the door? What’s she hiding from me? I put my ear against the wood and hear a low hum. It’s steady and repetitive—like a vibrator. Now I really want to get in there.
We have great sex. All the time. Constantly. Even when I’m away, I call her and we phone fuck. God, I love phone fucking. I love the way Violet sounds like she’s right there with me. I love it when she tells me she misses my cock. And now she’s locked herself in her office with her vibrator where I can’t get to her.
I knock, probably with more force than I need to. A little shriek of surprise follows, and the vibrator stops humming.
“Violet? Why’s the door locked?” I rattle the knob.
“Hold on! I’ll be right there.”
It sounds like things are being knocked over. “If you’re naked, don’t bother getting dressed.” I draw my shirt over my head and run a hand through my hair. Then I pull my belt free from the loops and pop the top button on my jeans. Just so I’m prepared.
Violet peeks out through a crack. “Hi, baby!” Her single eye darts down over my bare chest to my open pants. “Oh, hey.” She opens the door a little more and slides out of the narrow gap.
Most of Violet is small, apart from her boobs. Those are not small. She cringes as she mashes them against the jamb, trying to get through without opening the door any wider. She’s definitely hiding something. I take in her outfit. She’s wearing her robe, the red one with my team logo on it. It’s the middle of the afternoon.
“Were you jilling off in there?” It comes out snappy.
Her eyebrows furrow. “What?”
“Why are you wearing this? What were you doing in there?” I try to push past her, but she bars the way with a hand on either side of the doorway. I can easily move her aside. She weighs half of what I do. But I should give her a chance to explain before I go barging into what’s supposed to be her personal space.
“I’m making your Christmas present.”
“What?” I’m confused. The humming sound, her state of semi-dress, and the flush in her cheeks all lead me to believe she’s been petting her pussy. “But I heard a vibrator.”
“Vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
“That was my sewing machine, baby.” Violet pulls the door closed behind her. Then she puts her hands on my bare chest. “I only use my vibrator when you’re not here to provide your extensive sexual services, Alex. You know that.” She bites her lip and leans in, her boobs rubbing against my stomach. I’m not sure if this is meant as a distraction or not.
I glance down. Her robe is satin, the deep V gaping. She rises up on her toes and kisses the bottom of my chin. “And even if I did need to jill off, why would I bother doing it in my office? We have
a very spacious, comfortable bed. If I’m going through all the effort in the first place, me and Buddy are doing it lying down.”
I tense. Buddy is her vibrator. At first I thought it was funny. It’s a battery-operated dick that looks like a beaver wearing tightie whities. His name is literally Buddy the Beaver. When I’m not home and she has to manage on her own, she tells me Buddy’s in bed with her. It drives me fucking nuts.
“You were worried.” It’s not a question.
I nod. Sometimes it works in my favor to be sensitive. Violet loves that I can kick the shit out of someone on the ice—not that I need to, or do very often—but then I come home and I’m all soft and warm and cuddly. And sometimes I’m a little needy. Like right now. Because I’m leaving in the morning.
I’m not going to sleep beside her. See her. Touch her. Be inside her. The long stretches are the worst.
“You know you’re my number one.” She slips her arms around my neck and tugs.
Her mouth tastes like candy canes. I don’t have much patience. We have hours, but it doesn’t feel like enough time. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I hold on to her ass and carry her to our bedroom.
Her lips are on my neck, traveling up to my ear. “I had a nap this afternoon. I figured the Super MC might want to have a little party with my beaver.”
This lifts some of the heaviness of my mood. I chuckle and nuzzle her throat, pushing the door open. When I reach the bed, I drop her on the comforter. She scooches back, making room, and I grab her ankles to keep her from getting too far. Joining her on the bed, I kneel between her parted legs, skimming along her calves up to her knees.
Violet leans back on her elbows, watching me. Her lips are parted, her long hair hanging down to brush the bed. I’m trying to decide what I want to do first. If I fuck her mouth, I can recover while I lick her pussy. Or I could start with eating her, and then we can have sex, and I can get the blow job later. So many options. So few hours to cover them all.
Violet drags a finger along the edge of her robe, where the loose V dips at her cleavage. Or we could start with tit-fucking, which inevitably means my dick will end up in her mouth. I kiss the inside of her knee, then run my hands up her thighs. Violet’s hips lift, seeking out the touch I’ve yet to provide. I feel like teasing. And maybe getting what I want first. I pull the tie on her robe, setting the two sides free. The satin slides over her hips, revealing a whole lot of what the fuck.
She’s wearing only a bra and panties. But it’s what’s going on with the panties that has me stopping.
“Oh, shit!” She grabs her robe and pulls it closed. She tries to do the same with her knees, but I hold them open with my palms.
“What’s going on down here?”
“You’re not supposed to see! It’s part of the surprise!”
“What surprise?”
“Your Christmas present. Damn it. You distracted me, and I forgot I was wearing these.” She motions to her crotch, which she’s covered. All I’ve gotten is a glimpse so far, and I’m not exactly sure what I was looking at.
I reach out with the intention of pushing her hands away so I can see better.
“No, Alex! Don’t! You’ll ruin my surprise!”
She does some weird flailing thing, like she’s attempting a backwards somersault, but she’s not managing it very well. I let go of her, and she rolls to the side. Turning away from me, she quickly loses her panties and tosses them on the floor. She struggles with her bra, but I don’t bother to help, just in case that’s part of the surprise as well. The red satin of her robe slides over her shoulders, revealing her narrow waist and then goes lower.
She looks over her shoulder at me just as she reveals the dimples above her ass. And then it pools around her body on the comforter. “Are you planning to fuck me until I can’t walk, Alex?”
My eyes shoot up to hers. She’s referencing the time we had sex in the locker room after I was ejected from a game for fighting. It was a bad place to get it on, but God, that sex is cemented in my spank bank Hall of Fame for the rest of my life. It’s my go-to jack-off material when I’m away.
Instead of tackling Violet to the bed, I move her hair over her shoulder and kiss her neck. “Is that what you were hoping for?”
“If all I’m getting for the next week is Buddy, then yes, please.”
This time when I kiss her neck, I use teeth. Glancing over her shoulder, I look down at her breasts. Her nipples are hard, as they should be. I reach around and palm one. With my other hand I push my jeans and boxers over my hips, setting my cock free. I pull her to me, rubbing my dick against her ass.
She tenses for a second, then moans when I caress her other breast and thumb her nipples. Violet gets a little antsy when my dick’s near her ass. I think she thinks I’m just going to try to slip it in there one day. I might be able to do that with a finger, which I’ve only managed once so far, but my cock isn’t a slip-in kind of appendage.
After close to a year, Violet still requires a primer before sex, otherwise it’s too much and I end up putting her out of commission for a couple of days. Which is no good. Especially on a night like tonight.
My cock settles in its natural spot, the cleft of her ass. “Alex,” Violet warns.
“Don’t worry, baby, your ass is safe.” I slide a hand down her stomach.
“You say that, but I think Super MC has other ideas.”
“He knows there are other tight, warm places he gets to hang out in.”
She turns around in my arms, leaning back so my cock sticks straight out at her. “You mean my belly button?” She thrusts her stomach forward and tries to get the head to hit her navel, but she misses by a couple inches.
“That hole’s way too small.” I’m about to grab hold of her again when I notice, aside from how awesome her boobs look, that she’s got black lines on her stomach and under her boobs. They leave a smudge when I rub them. “What’s this?”
She looks down. “Oh. Uh…I was making a pattern, and this seemed like the easiest way to ensure it was going to work.”
“What kind of pattern?”
“It’s part of the surprise.” She leans into me, her boobs mashing against my chest. “Stop trying to ruin your Christmas present.”
“You know, you might want to give it to me early.” I run my hands down her sides, pulling her hips to mine so I can rub my hard-on against her stomach.
“Why would I want to do that?” Violet tilts her head back, and I kiss her neck.
“My sister’s going to be here when I get back, and Lily’s coming with her, then my parents the next day.” I keep up with the slow, wet kisses. “We won’t have a lot of privacy over the holidays. We could have an early celebration. I already picked up one of your gifts.” I pull back. “We could do an exchange, and you could show me what you made for me.”
Violet gives me the eye. “You have zero patience.”
I trail a finger down her stomach, circling her navel and going lower, I stop before I get to her bare pussy. I give her what she calls my pouty-sexy face. I’d be offended, because I don’t think I pout, but I do whatever gets me what I want. “Just one little present? We’re going to have a house full of people, Violet. What if we don’t have time to enjoy whatever it is you’re making?”
She sighs. It makes her boobs jiggle. “Okay, fine.” She pushes on my chest. “Lie down and wait here. I’ll be right back.”
I do as I’m told, pushing the covers down and reclining against the pillows as Violet hops off the bed, grabs her panties and robe from the floor, and runs out of the bedroom.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. I was that kid who used to find my parents’ hiding spot for presents and carefully open every package. I always knew what I was getting before I got it. Sunny refused to join me in the game, but she never ratted me out. She figured if I wanted to ruin my own surprises that was on me, as long as I didn’t ruin hers.
I bought Violet her own pair of skates. Good ones. S
o she can learn, because she still doesn’t know how. I got her a couple other things, but the skates are the fun gift. Though probably not as fun as what she has planned.
I tuck my hands behind my head and wait. And wait some more. And a little more. My hard-on’s deflating. “Violet, baby? You coming back any time soon?”
“One more minute!”
One more minute turns into several. By this time I’m almost all the way soft again. I’m about to get up when she struts into the room wearing a pair of sparkly red heels. Well, struts is probably the wrong word.
Violet’s not great in high heels. She can do ones she calls kittens, but these are hooker heels—super tall with a platform. Her red satin robe is tied at the waist with a white ribbon. She’s wearing an elf hat, and she has a red drawstring bag slung over one shoulder. It’s sexy as fuck, even if she’s struggling with the walking part. She takes her time shuffling over to me. She almost rolls her ankle, and I spring up, ready to grab her, but she recovers, grabbing the post at the end of the bed like it was intentional.
She climbs over the footboard, the gap in her robe showing off her ample cleavage. My hard-on is back like magic. She tosses the red bag on the bed, and I reach for it, but she slaps my hand. “No peeking!”
I hold my hands up in apology, then drop them by my sides, waiting to see what she’s going to do next. She seems pretty excited about whatever it is she has planned.
Still wearing the robe, Violet straddles my hips and settles over my cock. The satin brushes my legs and falls on my abs. The head of my cock peeks out. I don’t move, too entertained by the flush in her cheeks and the way she’s gripping the hem together at the bottom.
I’m trying to discern all the sensations. The heat is damp, almost verging on wet, which isn’t unusual for Violet. She’s slippery when she’s excited. There’s another sensation, though, soft and foreign. I slide my palms up her legs, but she stops them before I get too far. Threading her fingers through mine, she leans forward and kisses my chin, then my lips.
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