Page 31 of Mistletoe Misconduct

I guess we’re about to find out.

Lea leans back, threading her fingers into mine. A hand slips between her legs, and she toys with her clit first, rubbing small, firm circles on the swollen pink bud.

Her middle finger dips inside, drawing out her wetness. The slick sound of her finger sliding inside her,where I should be right now,has my throat closing and my muscles feeling loose.

A loud ding sounds from her laptop, and a muffled voice comes through the speakers, sounding crackly. “Candy Ass, this is Larry,” the voice says, and my legs begin to shake with annoyance.

“Hi, Larry,” Lea purrs. “Thank youso muchfor the tip.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, and a long, deep cough leaves him before he recovers. “Can we see you stroke your guest's cock? I wanna see you squeeze the tip until there’s precum,” he tells her.

My eyes widen in shock at his request.

Is he fucking kidding?

Lea giggles beside me. “Of course, Larry,” she tells him, untangling her fingers from mine as one hand remains on her pussy and the other wraps around my shaft.

She gives it a long, slow pump from tip to base and back up that has all the air leaving my lungs in a huff and my eyes rolling back. When she gets to my tip, she rolls her thumb over the head, then chokes up on it until two small beads of precum spill out the tip.

I groan loudly, and Lea swipes her thumb through the moisture, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off. She moans, and her eyes roll back. I know it isn’t just for show because these people can’t see anything besides her pussy. Her thumb leaves her mouth with a loud “pop,” and my dick twitches in my palm.

Money floods in, and more men and one woman take their turns giving us instructions, speaking to Lea like she’s theirs.

I can feel the vein in my temple pulsing with anger, and when Lea finally comes, the sound is like a beacon to my dick. My orgasm hits me hard and fast through the rage surging through my blood, and the moment it’s over and she’s thanked everyone, I’m out of this room and in my shower.Alone.

An hour or more passes before I hear Lea knock lightly on my door, but I don’t answer.

And just like usual, she doesn’t fucking listen, barging into my room and flopping down beside me in bed.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but clearly, you’re upset about something. If you’re not careful, those veins in your neck might pop,” she says, chuckling as she pulls my blanket over herself.

I let out a long huff. “I don’t wanna have to hear other people speaking to you like you’re theirs,” I admit.

She runs a hand up and down my forearm. “But I’m not theirs, Kai.I’m all yours.”

It isn’t enough, butfor now,it’ll have to be.

We lie in silence, nothing but our breaths filling the room around us as we wait for the other to speak.

Lea gives in first, her voice impossibly small as she says, “Hey, Kai.”

“Yes, Leonora?” I ask, working to sound annoyed, but there’s no bite behind my words.

“I was thinking that maybe tomorrow we could go work on cleaning out your mom’s trailer so it’s ready for her.”

My heart clenches in my chest, my ribs contracting painfully with each breath I take.

I clear the lump from my throat before answering, “Sure, angel. That’d be good.”

Chapter twenty-one

Lea

Saturday, December 21, 2024

We should’ve brought hazmat suits.

When Kai told me it was bad the other day, I hadn’t been prepared for justhowbad. We’ve been working in here for hours with the doors and windows open, trying to air the place out and hoping the flies would leave too as we fill trash bag after trash bag with garbage.

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