A Very Dirty Christmas Read online

  "I don't know what I'm doing, Gaige" she whispers. "I don't know what we're doing."

  "You're always too much in your head, darlin'," I say, kicking off my shoes and sliding my jeans down over my ass. "So just stop thinking. Take off those fucking clothes before I tear them off you."

  Delaney's eyes get big again. "Do you just order women around like that?" she asks. "Is that your thing?"

  "My thing? Fuck. I'm naked and you're still standing there talking," I say. "I will rip your clothes off. Try me. It's not an idle threat."

  "So girls just do what you tell them to do?" she asks. But both of her hands are on the hem of that silky-as-hell shirt of hers, paused as if she's deciding whether or not to strip. I'm going to make that decision real fucking easy, because I'm not playing any more.

  "Stop talking," I say, my hand on the base of my cock. "Take. Off. Your. Goddamn. Clothes. Now." I punctuate each word for emphasis, and I swear to all that is holy, I am very close to tearing open her clothes like a wild animal. I've waited long enough for her. Four years. Four years and three months. Four years and three months and nine days.

  Delaney starts to lift her shirt, but she's too slow, and I reach for the material, yanking it over her head in one swoop. Her hair spills down her shoulders, strands tumbling down her breasts. Taking a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, I yank her roughly against my hardness. When she moans, it's almost my undoing.

  I kiss her, and it's nothing like the other times I've put my lips against hers. All of those kisses were just a prelude to this. This is the real deal. That rush I get when I'm racing is like nothing compared to my tongue in Delaney's mouth, my hand cupping her breast and feeling her melt against me. It sends adrenaline coursing through my veins, the rush of arousal better than any other high in the world.

  Delaney gasps when I finally take my mouth off hers. "Hell, Gaige," she whispers, putting her fingers to her lips.

  "Shit, you ain't seen nothing yet, darlin'," I tell her. It's part promise and part warning. I'm not sure what this girl is going to do to me. I think she might fucking destroy me.

  Before she can protest, I yank her pants down at the sides, and they fall loosely to the floor. Sitting down on the chaise, I pull her toward me.

  "I don't have any condoms," she says, her voice soft.

  I raise my eyebrows. "That's surprising, darlin'," I say. "Since you bought them in bulk for your little prank. But don't worry -- I've got some. Besides, I don't want you on my cock yet. I want you on my face."

  "Oh," she says, and she blushes. She's standing here stark naked in front of me, but me telling her to sit on my face is what makes her blush. That's irony.

  "Get over here," I order. "I want you on my cock, but after four years of imagining what you taste like, I want you to ride my face first. I'm going to bury my tongue inside you."

  "Gaige, you're so –"

  "Don't even say it," I growl. "I already know what you're going to say. Arrogant, cocky, such a dick?"

  She blushes, and it makes me want to see if she does the same when she comes for me. It makes me want to see if she continues to feel self-conscious, or if she loses her inhibitions and lets go. Starting with her riding me until she comes all over my face. "That's not what I was going to say."

  "Stop fucking talking," I order. "Now I'm going to lie back here, and you're going to climb up on top of me and put your pussy on my face. Before I have to tell you again."

  Delaney blushes, but she does exactly what I tell her, bringing her knees up on either side of my legs, and straddling me. I slide down, leaning back on the padded arm of the chaise, and pause for a minute, her pussy directly in front of my face. When I breathe in her scent, my cock goes so rigid I think it might explode. I've never come just from eating a girl out, but there's a distinct possibility of that happening with Delaney.

  Up close, I can see how fucking wet she is and that fact alone makes me practically lose my mind. She might pretend she's all professional and disinterested, but the shimmer of her wetness between her legs tells me otherwise. When I touch the tip of my tongue to her pussy, she moans, the sound almost painful.

  "Oh my God, Gaige," she whispers.

  That pushes me over the edge. Grasping her ass cheeks, I pull her down hard, smothering my face with her. My tongue explores every inch of her sweet pussy, and I take my time licking her. Fuck, I don't just lick her. I devour her. I eat her like a starving man, because that's what I have been until this very moment. I didn't know how hungry I was until right now.

  Delaney's breath comes in gasps, shorter and shorter, and she grinds herself against my face like she's riding a bucking bronco. When I fuck her with my tongue, she rides me harder, her fingers gripping my hair as she grinds her pussy harder and harder against me, her rhythm becoming more erratic. I spread her ass cheeks and press my finger against her asshole while I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I can.

  "Gaige. Gaige. Gaige." She's moaning my name, and I know she's about to lose control. So I put my hands on her waist and pull her off my face and stand her up beside the chaise before she can even say another word. Especially after the incident at the pool, she deserves to ache for me. "Not so fast, darlin'," I tell her.

  Delaney groans. "What?"

  "You think I'm going to let you come that easily?" I ask, shaking my head. "Especially after that massive case of blue balls you left me with before?"

  "I'm so…" Her voice trails off, her breath short. Her breasts move up and down as she gasps.

  "Close?" I ask. "Good. Now get on your knees, back up on the lounge, the same direction you were facing when you rode me."

  She gives me a look. "You're so fucking bossy."

  "Don't pretend like you don't like it, sweetheart," I say, slapping her hard on the ass. I watch her ass jiggle, and her breasts sway. I've never really been into the whole spanking thing, but shit, it's fucking hot having her like this, on her hands and knees. Hell, it's hot telling her what to do and having her actually do it.

  "Did you just spank me?" Delaney looks surprised, but she giggles.

  "I'm going to do more than just spank you if you keep laughing like that." I don't know why, but I like riling her up.

  "Like what?" she asks. She grins like she's daring me.

  I slap her on the ass, so hard it leaves a handprint this time, and Delaney moans. She actually moans. She likes it. Shit. I knew this girl was going to be the death of me once I got her naked. "You like that?"

  "Yes," she whispers. I can barely hear her, so I slap her ass again, watching her breasts move.

  "Say it louder." I do it again.

  "Yes."

  I run my hand over her ass cheek, and then reach between her legs, my fingers touching her wetness. Her pussy lips are swollen, and I imagine her pussy is throbbing just about as hard as my cock is now. When I withdraw my fingers, she whimpers. I walk around to the arm of the chaise, where her hands are placed, and stand in front of her.

  My cock is near her face, and she opens her mouth immediately, like it's a reflexive action, my cock in front of her face and she automatically opens up.

  I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. She's like a piece of fucking art, paused there for a moment with her tongue nearly touching my cock.

  I watch, enraptured, as she catches the strand of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock, following it up until she reaches the head, where she presses her tongue to the tip. The light touch is not nearly enough, and I grab the entire length of her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I jerk her toward me. She moans as she takes me in, her warm mouth enveloping me, inch by inch, making these little noises with that send vibrations through my cock.

  "That's right," I encourage her. "Your mouth is so fucking hot."

  She wraps one hand around the base of my shaft, pumping me while she sucks at me greedily, and I watch her, refusing to close my eyes for a moment, even when it's making me so close I think I'm going to come. Eventuall