Page 84 of The Christmas You Crash

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I praise through my own panting. “God, look at you. So perfect. So beautiful.”

“I’m close,” she gasps, rocking against the heel of her palm as she thrusts two fingers back inside of herself. “So close.”

“I know you are,” I rasp. “Come for me, baby. Come all over your fingers. I’m going to imagine it’s my cock your pretty pussy is strangling instead.”

“Oh, god,” she moans. And then her body is shivering and convulsing. Her stomach tightens and her back arches as desperate sounds pour from her perfect mouth.

I can’t hold it back any longer. Two more hard strokes, and I’m coming too. Thick ropes of cum spurt across my lower stomach, and I hear Lexi whisper, “Fuck.”

Fuck is right. I’ve never come so hard by my own hand as I just did. My body buzzes with endorphins as my cock pulses one last time.

Lexi’s face comes back into view on my screen. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wild, hair mussed from thrashing against the bed. She looks beautiful. I wish I was there to hold her.

“Wow,” she whispers, smiling wide.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Wow is right.”

“That was…”

“Incredible?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

I want to blurt out that I can’t get enough of her. That I think she’s it for me. That I’m totally crazy about her and can never see myself feeling this way about anyone else ever again. I want to tell her I’m falling in love with her.

Instead, I say, “Lick your fingers clean for me, Alexis.”

She does.

I’m a goner.

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LEXI

Ryder has been gonefor three days, and I’m grumpy as hell.

My roommate, Sarah, has been blissfully busy with her classes and part-time job, and I almost consider calling and picking up more waitressing shifts. It would give me something to do besides studying and scrubbing the bathroom today.

My phone buzzes, and I pull it out of my jeans pocket as fast as possible. I don’t want to miss a text from Ryder.

Except, it’s not my boyfriend.

Mom

Sweetheart, are you going to call me back? I’ve been trying to reach you all week. I miss you.

Guilt gnaws at my gut, but I don’t answer. Instead, I stare at the message and try to figure out how to appease my mom without being dragged to a dinner with Jeff. I love my mom. She did her best to make sure I didn’t feel my dad’s absence throughout my childhood. Every softball game as a small child, every play as a teenager, I could always count on her beingright there in the front row, cheering me on. And I don’t even blame her for ditching my dad and finding someone who will pay attention to her and be there when she needs him. I just wish she’d left dad andthenfound a replacement. As it is, the awkwardness of how she and Jeff met weirds me the hell out.

I know I need to get over it. I’m just not there yet.

Me

Sorry, Mom. I’m out with some friends right now. Talk soon?

There. Hopefully, that buys me some time.

My phone vibrates again.

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