That Man 3 (4 page)

Someone pinch me.
Under the table, two fingers did. Blake’s. The way they’d pinched me at the Conquest
Christmas party—right on my clit. I jumped in my seat a little, hoping in one breath
he would behave himself in front of my parents, and in another, hoping he’d finger
me until I could no longer sit still. For better or for worse, Mr. Burns behaved.
Well sort of.

“How did you find our house?” I asked.

He grinned and fed me his familiar line. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“Come on, tell us,” I pleaded as he continued to scissor my clit. Beneath my dress,
I was a hot wet mess. I forced myself to take another bite of my mother’s stew. My
parents were all ears.

“I came across some carolers. They told me they’d be passing by. So I followed them.”

“Very clever, Mr. Burns.” My clit on fire, I squirmed in my chair.
Oh was he!

My mother smiled. “So nice of you to come.”

At the word “come,” a massive orgasm assaulted me. I choked on the mouthful of stew
I was swallowing. I quickly washed it down with some wine.

“Are you okay, darling?” asked my concerned mother. My father’s brows furrowed.

“Yes,” I gulped. At least, the near-choking reflex had covered up my reaction to what’d
just happened. Catching my breath, I knew my face was as red as a poinsettia. Blake
shot me an innocent glance. I loved and hated him. Scratch that. I so loved him. The
glow in his eyes sent me the same message.

Dinner culminated with my mother’s delicious bread pudding, served along with coffee
and brandy. Blake devoured the dessert and once again asked for a second helping to
my mother’s delight.

“I should be heading back to my hotel,” he said, scooping up the last morsel of the
yummy pudding.

My heart sunk.

“Where you are staying?” asked my dad.

“At The Grove.”

The Grove, located downtown, coincidentally shared the name of the Los Angeles mall
where I’d purchased all my Christmas presents. It was one of the most luxurious hotels
in Boise but truthfully paled in comparison to Blake’s parents’ mansion.

He pushed back his chair and stood up. My mother excused herself to bring him his
ski jacket. My father rose to shake his hand. “A pleasure to have you here, Blake.”
The genuine smile they shared put one of my own on my face. Dad liked Blake.

We accompanied Blake to the front door. The romantic tension between us was thick.
My clit still throbbing, I didn’t want him to leave. To our surprise, when we opened
the door, it was now blizzarding. The wind whipped through the frigid air as a whirling
dervish of white flakes fell from the sky. The streets were already blanketed with
a foot of snow. If not more.

My mother reacted first. “Blake, dear, you can’t drive into town with all this snow.
The streets are icy. And you won’t be able to see three feet ahead of you.”

My dad chimed in, “Son.”
Son?
“My wife is right. It’s way too dangerous to drive. We’re not even going to midnight
Mass. Stay here with us tonight.”

Mom: “Absolutely. We have a lovely spare bedroom right next to Jennifer’s. A guest
room.”

“Are you sure?” asked Blake, blinking in the fortuitous white flakes. “I don’t want
to be an imposition.”

“Absolute­ly,” my parents re­spond­ed in uni­son.

“Thank you.” He grinned that heart-stopping smile and then slipped me a wink.

Reality hit me with the force of Santa’s sleigh. Blake was staying overnight, and
tomorrow, Christmas morning, I would wake up to him here in my house.

Reality wasn’t as bad as everyone thought. It didn’t get better than having a white
Christmas with the man you loved.

Blake

T
he guest room with its matching floral bedspread and curtains couldn’t have been cozier.
But there was no way I could fall asleep with the girl I loved tucked in a bed in
the room right next to mine. My cock was craving a different kind of cozy.

“Hello, Mr. Burns,” I said as it sprung free from my pajama bottoms. I wrapped my
hands around my girth and gripped it as if I were shaking someone’s hand. “I’m going
to make you hard and then we’re going on a little adventure.” Filling my mind with
the glorious image of Jennifer naked, I ran my hand up and down my shaft until it
grew thick and rigid. It took no time. I reached for the condom on my night table,
ripped open the foil with my teeth, and slipped it over my tower of steel. I fixed
my pajamas and grabbed the little box sitting on the nightstand next to my snow globe.
Jennifer was about to get her first Christmas present from Santa. Ho, Ho, Ho.

Bare-chested, I stealthily slipped out of my room, making sure that neither Mr. nor
Mrs. McCoy was roaming the hallway. The coast was clear. I tiptoed over to Jennifer’s
room, and while I thought about knocking first, I simply turned the doorknob. The
door creaked opened. I chortled silently. My tiger had left it unlocked. For sure,
intentionally even if she didn’t know it.

“Hi.”

Startled, Jennifer, who was propped up against her fluffy pillows reading something
on her Kindle, jolted.

Standing at the doorway, I took in her room. It was totally princessy—pink, pink and
more pussy pink—with a canopy bed and shag carpet. Along with her college degrees,
a large framed poster of SpongeBob, her favorite cartoon character, hung on a wall.
Scattered on her dresser were some framed photos of her and her parents. Pigtailed,
she was an adorable little girl, and she was even more adorable now, I thought as
I inhaled the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla.

“Blake! What are you doing here?” she gasped as I made my way to her bed after kicking
the door shut and locking it.

“What does it look like? I’m getting into bed with you,” I responded, squeezing into
her tiny twin bed before she had a chance to notice my hard-on. I snuggled next to
her. Man, this bed was barely big enough for one person, let alone two.

“You can’t sleep here! What if my parents come in?”

“They won’t, and besides, I’ve locked the door.”

“What if I still say no? Are you going to fuck me into submission?”

My cock flexed and a cocky smile curled on my lips. “That’s Plan B.”

Her eyes widened. “What’s Plan A?”

One of my hands came up from under the cover. In it was the small gift box wrapped
in hot pink paper and topped off with a small silver bow. I had kept it hidden behind
my back when I’d crept into her room.

“What’s that?”

“It’s just a small Christmas present.”

A combination of guilt and curiosity flickered in her green-as-a-Christmas-tree eyes.
“You’re making me feel bad. I don’t have anything else to give you. I mean, I didn’t
know—”

I cut her off. “Don’t worry, you’ll be giving me what I wished for on Christmas shortly.
Now, open it up.”

“It’s from Gloria’s Secret,” she commented, noticing the famous heart logo on the
paper. “Sexy lingerie?”

While that would have been a fine gift too, one I would have bit off her sweet ass,
this one was way more creative. And it was going to be way more fun.

“No. Just open it.” She was making my cock twitch with anticipation. I watched as
she carefully tore off the wrapping. She stared blankly at the package. “What is this,
Blake?”

“It’s a toy. You can’t have Christmas without getting a toy.”

“My Secret Egg?”

“It’s a sex toy. You’re going to love playing with it. Open the package.”

She fumbled getting the box open. I think I already had her aroused.

She lifted the sparkly little pink egg out of the carton and examined it.

“I was almost going to get you a regular vibrator, but then I remembered how much
you seemed to enjoy eggs when we had breakfast together at the beach.”

“I do love eggs.” She smiled sheepishly, still studying the toy. “How do you use this?”

My face lit up and my cock flexed. The fun was about to begin. “Well, there are lots
of ways you can play with this… you can stick it up your pussy or stick it in your
butt.”

“My butt?” Her voice rose an octave.

I gave her a chaste kiss on top of her head. “Don’t worry. That’s for later. Right
now, I’m going to show you how to stimulate yourself with it.” I removed the wireless
remote control and a tube of lube from the box. Whoo hoo! We were going to get to
play together. I loved anything with batteries.

I squirted a generous amount of lube on the smooth surface of the little egg, and
then decided I wanted a better view of watching Jen play with it. I wanted to see
her tight little pussy and watch the expression on her face when she found her clit
and made herself come.

Not wasting a second, I swept down the coverlet. Man, she was adorable in her fuzzy
Santa print pajamas; they were so cute on her I almost hated what I was about to do
next.
Say good-bye to your PJs, baby
. In one swift move, I tore off her bottoms and tossed them onto the shaggy pink carpet.
And then with the remote in my hand, I crawled to the edge of the bed.

“What the hell did you just do? These were my favorite pajamas!”

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I replied, spreading her bare legs. “Now, bend your knees
and put the egg on your clit. It’s playtime.”

Holding the little egg between her index finger and thumb, she hesitantly put the
toy between her legs right where I wanted it. I flicked on the remote and adjusted
the setting to the pulsating sensation. At the sound of the buzz, her body jumped
from the unexpected vibration.

“Oh my God,” she squeed.

“Shhh!” I made a silencing gesture, placing my index finger over my mouth. “You don’t
want to wake your parents up.”

“Right,” she murmured.

“Now, move it around. Experiment.”

She got braver with the egg, running it up and down her slick folds.
My
playground. Little oohs and aahs spilled from her lips. Christ. Her pussy was exquisite.
The delicate folds so pink and wet. My cock swelled beneath the fabric of my pajama
bottoms at the sight of it, but she didn’t notice the rising tent between my legs
because her eyes were squeezed shut. She moaned with the pleasure she was giving herself…
and me. I might not be able to wait for her to come. Damn. That would be a shame.

She found her clit again and started making ragged little circles around it—the way
a child colored in an object with a crayon. Her back arched and her breathing grew
harsh.

“Oh my God,” she cried out again, her pretty face contorting.

Fuck. I hope she wasn’t going to wake her parents up. That would be bad.

“Do you like your new toy?” I asked in an effort to distract her.

She nodded zealously. “Yes!”

“Do I get a thank you?”

“Thank you.” She choked out the words.

“Your welcome.” It was time to turn it up a notch. I flipped the switch to a higher
speed.

She shrieked with ecstasy. “What did you just do?” she moaned upon the change in tempo.

“It’s such a fun toy,” I retorted, watching her writhe with tortuous pleasure. My
cock was so hard I thought it would burst through my pajamas.

Whimpers. “I’m going to come!” she cried as softly as she could which wasn’t softly
at all.

The words I wanted to hear. She bit down hard on her quivering lip and squeezed her
eyes tighter, tears leaking out the corners. I clutched my dick as her whole body
shook with spasms of pleasure. Her head fell back against the headboard as she rode
her orgasm out.

She was a sight to behold. Her body glistening and her face impassioned. A fallen
angel. Mine to love.

“Hey.”

Slowly, she lifted her head and blinked open her eyes. She held me in her gaze before
breathing one word: “Fuck.”

My favorite word in the world. It was my turn to play with her. My cock was going
to detonate if it didn’t get inside her soon.

“My turn.” I frantically pulled off my drawstring pajama bottoms and freed my swollen,
aching, hard-as-rock cock. Dropping the remote onto the bed, I crawled to her on my
knees until I was positioned right between her splayed legs with my cock aimed at
her shimmering pussy. Still clutching the buzzing egg, she looked at me, her eyes
lustful and her mouth parted as if she was holding her breath in sweet anticipation
of my next move.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out, tiger, but I want you to play with yourself with
the egg while I do.”

She nodded feverishly. Without wasting a second, I drew her closer to me and plunged
my cock inside her. It glided in effortlessly, her pussy so wet and ready. “Oh, tiger,”
I groaned, “you feel fucking incredible.” On my next breath, I was banging her ruthlessly.

As moans gathered in the back of her throat, I tore off her pajama top, craving her
raw silky flesh against mine. I circled my arms around her slender torso and felt
the sweet friction of her puckered nipples against my chest as she rocked with me
and clenched my cock with her muscles. She’d gotten used to my size. My cock pulsated
while heat coiled between my thighs. Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long.

“Play with the egg,” I breathed against her neck. She nodded and I could feel her
hand move back between her legs. The buzzing echoed in my ears.

“Blake, I’m going to explode,” she screamed, digging the nails of her free hand into
my bicep.

I quickly smashed my lips on hers to smother her sounds before she woke up not only
her parents, but the entire neighborhood. This girl was one hell of a screamer.

On a deep thrust, my climax surged forward and I squeezed her tightly against me.
“Eyes, tiger!” I wanted her to watch me come.

As her eyes pried open, I combusted, my hot release shooting out as she shuddered
all around my pulsing cock. To stifle my own loud sounds, I bit down on her shoulder,
close to her arched neck, for sure leaving a mark, if not a tear. I’d always wanted
to bite her and now I had.