Page 46 of Secret Santa

He lifted the blanket, his eyes hooded as he watched me lower the waistband of his boxers. His cock, painfully hard and red, sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it.

“Baby,” he rasped again, his hand tight around the blanket. I lifted my eyes to his as I slid his head into my mouth. “Fucking Christ.” His back arched, pushing his cock deeper.

The blanket fell around me as he let go, letting his head drop back to the pillow. I bobbed up and down, my hand still tight around his base. Slowly, I forced myself to take him deeper, letting him slide into my throat.

He groaned, a long, low sound that made my toes curl. His hips bucked, and I gagged but forced him to stay deep. I swallowed around him, and his hand bunched the sheets beside him. As I slowly slid up, his hand moved to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my head back down.

“I’m so fucking close,” he panted. “Swallow it all.” I pressed my thighs together at his command. Cool air hit my face as he lifted the blanket again, peering down at me with a strained face. He pressed harder on the back of my head, and I moaned around him. “That’s it. Choke on Daddy’s big cock.” My stomach tightened, and I moaned again.

His thighs began trembling and I knew he was close. I moved faster, taking him deeper each time. I whimpered as his hand tightened in my hair, pulling it almost painfully.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck, baby. Make Daddy come down your throat.” His hips lifted, fucking my mouth at the speed he wanted. “Look at me. Danica, look at me.”

His voice was strangled, but I lifted my watery eyes to his. He threw his head back, his back arching as his entire body seized. I swallowed as he came, making him groan again. His hips continued moving, his cock barely thrusting in and out of my throat.

Finally, he collapsed back against the bed. He loosened his hold on my hair and gently massaged my scalp. I sucked until his cock softened completely, then he guided me up his body.

“Thank you,” he murmured before kissing me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that.” I laughed breathlessly before kissing him again. One of his hands rested on my ass, his other still on my head as he deepened the kiss.

I pulled away and he tucked my hair behind my ear. We stared at each other, his face soft and eyes heavy, and I thought I could get used to this. I could get used to waking up beside him forever. I could get used to having him look at me like that. I could get used to being loved by him.

22

AIDEN

I knew she felt more confident coming into work today. She hadn’t wanted to sleep over on a work night, but I convinced her to. It was surprisingly easy, which tells me she wanted to more than she let on.

If she thought I’d forgotten about her telling me she lived in a motel, she thought wrong. That was no place for her to live–it was dangerous. A part of me wanted to make the choice for her and just move her into my house, but I didn’t want to scare her away.

I was learning she was like a wounded animal. One wrong move and she would bolt.

We still hadn’t slept together. After our moment the other night, I hadn’t wanted to pressure her. She was vulnerable, and I wanted to prove I wasn’t going anywhere before we slept together. I didn’t want her to think our relationship was based on sex. I wanted her to know I wanted her, no matter what.

It was fucking hard.

She was so tempting. I had to fuck my hand in the shower last night and this morning because of her. It wasn’t anything she did; it was just her. It was just the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. The way she always seemed like she was in deep thought. The way she listened intently, and not just to me, but to everyone.

She made everyone feel seen and heard, and I knew that was because she’d never felt that before. She had a good heart, an innocent one, and I wanted to protect it. I wanted to fight everyone away who could ruin it. I just…never wanted to see her cry again. I never wanted her to feel lonely or sad again. Maybe that was totally unreasonable, but I would do my damnedest to make it happen.

I squeezed her hand reassuringly as we entered the office. She smiled up at me, and the world stopped. Everything faded. It was a soft smile, one I’d seen a million times before, but something was different. Her eyes, maybe, or the looseness of her shoulders. She looked…happy.

It made my heart want to explode.

“We need to talk to Sadie today,” I said as I opened the door to her office.

“For what?” She entered first and slid her long jacket off her shoulders, then hung it on the coat rack.

“To tell her about our relationship.” She froze midstride and turned to look at me, her eyes wide. “What?”

“You’re that serious?” I sighed as I shut the door.

“We’ve gone over how serious I am.” I leveled her with a hard look as she chewed on her cheek. “Danica.” She immediately stopped.

I won’t lie.

Her obedience turned me the fuck on. She had no idea she was even doing it but fuck me. She followed orders perfectly.

“Okay, you’re serious,” she said, nodding. Anxiety replaced her earlier happiness and softness, and I hated myself for it. “But why do we need to tell Sadie anything?”

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