Page 18 of Blame It On The Reindeer

I was rock hard, my balls starting to ache with need.

Her hand slipped lower, pulling the fabric down with it, exposing her pussy to me as I watched her fingers glisten as they dipped inside.

“Make me come. Please.”

I pinched my eyes closed and pulled in a deep breath through my nose, reminding myself that she was asleep and not literally inviting me to touch her.

“Eat my pussy. Make me squirt. Fuck me.”

I reached down and gripped the sheets, struggling to stay in control. I wanted nothing more than to whip my cock out and jack off to her getting herself off. But the last thing I wanted was for her to wake up to that image.

“I’m so close. I’m so close. Please, Brody. I’m so close. Make me come,” she begged, squirming on the bed as her fingers moved faster.

Then suddenly, she stopped, and her eyes fluttered open. She took a few seconds to look around before spotting me sitting on the bed beside her. Then she looked down, noticed her hand still in her panties, and yanked it out.

“Oh my God. Please tell me you didn’t see what I think you did,” she muttered, sitting up and bringing her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them.

“I didn’t see anything you didn’t want me to see.”

“Brody,” she groaned. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

I shrugged, not that she could see it. What was I supposed to say? It was too fucking arousing for me to think about anything other than giving her the orgasm she was so close to getting.

“I don’t know,” I admitted sheepishly.

“This day could not get any more embarrassing. Now you know what I sound like when I’m...”

I shifted on the bed, turning to face her even though she still refused to look at me.

“Technically, I already knew what you sounded like when you moan my name.”

I knew it was a dick move to bring up what she had done earlier, but I wanted her to talk to me about this. The last thing I wanted was to keep having these giant elephants in the room that we had to try to avoid while she was staying with me. The storm might have passed, but it would still be days before anyone got the roads clear enough to get out of here.

Her head whipped up as she pierced me with a look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Earlier, when you snuck off to the bathroom to get yourself off after I made a sandwich. I heard you.”

Her eyes bulged out of her head, but thankfully she didn’t look away this time.

“Okay. That solves it,” she said, pushing the covers the rest of the way off of her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“Solves what?”

“I can’t stay here any longer. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, so it’s time to leave.”

“And where exactly do you think you’re going to go at two in the morning?”

“I don’t know. I’ll go dig my car out and sleep in there until the sun is up.”

“Stop being ridiculous.”

“I’m not. I’m mortified that you’ve heard me moan your stupid name and that you just caught whatever that was. Which, by the way, I don’t need you telling me. I can embarrass myself enough by guessing what I was doing.”

I got up and walked around the bed, stopping her from leaving.

“Why are you embarrassed?”

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