Page 27 of Christmas Cheer

“Keira’s staying the night,” I tell him, in no way giving him room to say no.

He still tries it though. “Man, the game is tomorrow. I am not gonna be stuck listening to you two fuck all night.”

“She’s just gonna sleep here. No sex.”

“I don’t believe you.”

But he caves. Everyone caves for me. It’s my superpower. So when he wakes me up with his snoring at four in the morning, and Keira’s feeling all nice and warm and cuddly in my arms, and my dick is absolutely throbbing, I figure he’s sleeping hard enough that this is my opportunity.

But yeah, he shouldn’t have believed me. I’ve been doing my best not to lie to Keira, at least on technicalities, but I’m not letting Thad Wright get between me and putting a baby in Keira.

Since she’s in my pants, there’s a lot of room for me to nudge the fabric down over her butt, and already her pussy is exposed to me, already wet, hopefully from sweet dreams from me. A probe of a couple fingers proves I could slide right in if I wanted to. If I wanted to be a real bastard, I could dip my tip inside and rub one out, filling her up with a fresh load of cum before pulling those pants back up and going back to sleep like nothing happened.

I want to say I’m not a real bastard, that’s a whole other level of inappropriate I’m not willing to go to, but fuck. I’d do it if I could get away with it. But when she uses the restroom in the morning, I’m sure she’d figure it out.

I do want her to enjoy every second I’m inside her, though. I want her to remember how good we are for when things undoubtedly get rocky in the future. I’m under no false pretenses about how bad things might get before she’s mine forever. With that in mind, I pull the pants down until they snag at the bend of her knees, slip on the condom I tucked under my pillow for this moment, and sneak one hand over her belly, down between her thighs, to her clit.

The sound of her breath catching at the swipe of my finger over the sensitive nub is everything to me. This lightest of touch, this simplest of stroke, this sweet response. It doesn’t wake her, only sparks her, that first strike of the match before the flame catches.

I curl myself more closely, and honestly, I’ll be happy simply sinking my cock into her and rubbing her to orgasm. It’s no effort to slip myself into her heat, and my mind immediately goes logy at that sensation of belonging.

This is right. On a cerebral level, I’m doing everything wrong, but this is what will win her over in the end. This will be what makes her accept that whatever the future is, it’s together. I just have to do the wrong things to ensure we get to the right point.

She moans softly, and I breathe out a shush over her shoulder, still moving my finger ever so slowly, still doing nothing but warming my dick within her.

She’s the one whose pelvis moves first, her firm, round ass pushing against my abs. She’s already breathless by the time I know she’s fully awake, and her hand joins mine, encouraging me to work the friction up on her clit.

I withdraw instead, welcoming her sweet grumbles even as I draw that finger up to her lips, pressing it there to remind her she needs to be quiet. I didn’t tell her I promised Thad we wouldn’t have sex, but she knows he’s here.

She licks that finger, sending a whole-body shiver through me.

I’m gonna marry her one day.

I’d marry her today if I could, but there’s that bowl game in the way.

So I prop myself up on my elbow and roll her shoulders back to lay her down beneath me. I’m not about to fully climb on top of her, not when her pussy’s massaging my cock and her ass is digging into my pelvis, it all feels too perfect down there, but the twist isn’t so bad. Hell, she’s a gymnast. This is barely more than a warm-up.

Well, a warm-up and also a perfect late night interlude. She wraps an arm around my neck to draw my lips down to hers, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than her kisses.

I cup her breast, just to feel it, to commit that silky, weighted density to my memory. To appreciate her, too, to praise her incredible figure.

It’s enough to get her moaning into my mouth, though, and I’m unable to silence it this time. There’s a loud snort from Thad, a moment of quiet that’s maybe him just passing back out, but then a, “We have to be on the bus in four fucking hours. You said no sex.”

Keira tucks her head under my chin in embarrassment, but this isn’t over. I’m finishing this. I rub her back briskly, bringing my hand up to the nape of her neck, knowing how quick she’ll melt when I tighten my grip there. Soon she’s making breathy sounds as her body works with mine to drive us both forward.

“Oh my god, just stop!” Thad whines. “Or go fuck in the shower so I can’t hear you. Fuck.”

Not happening. We’re way too far along. I’m about to explode, and the best thing I can to do is take Keira by the shoulder and flip her face down, my body over hers, my hand between her shoulders to smother her while I fuck her hard, knowing she’s going to come and muffling it as much as possible.

“I hate you so much,” Thad mutters from the other bed.

“And you’re not fucking hearing this, okay? Keira isn’t making a sound. You have no idea what it sounds like when she comes all over my cock. That sound is for me alone.”

I can’t believe I managed to say all that while her pussy strangles my goddamn cock, but my face goes hot as my heart works double time, blood pounding in my ears, in my brain, in my dick. I swear I can even feel my pulse in my ass cheeks.

“Whatever, man. My dick’s hard now, and that’s your fault.”

“Then go rub one out in the shower!” I shriek, letting up on Keira’s shoulder just so I can grab whatever’s handy — my pillow — and launch it at Thad.

---