Page 13 of Taking Chances

“Amy,” she says, batting her eyelashes.

“What’s your safe word, Amy?”

“Red.”

“I need a nonverbal one. Your mouth will be too busy with my cock.” I smirk deviously and she bites into her lip, her lashes fluttering.

She taps my leg three times.

“Good job, Amy.” Her shoulders visibly relax at my praise. I unbutton my jeans and my cock springs free, already hard and leaking. Her mouth parts on a silent ‘oh’ before she eagerly drops her mouth onto me, not wasting a second.

She sucks me off like it’s her goddamn job and doesn’t falter when I fuck the back of her throat. Shit, it’s been a long time. A few minutes later, I’m ready to come, but I want to leave her a present.

In the last second, I pull her off me and thick ropes of cum cover her lace-wrapped tits.

“Such a good girl, Amy,” I coo. “But you’re not done yet.” She raises her eyebrows. “I want you to find someone to fuck you with my cum all over your tits. Maybe they could lick it off you.” Her eyes shoot up while a small smirk plays on her lips. “Is that clear?”

“Very much so.” She winks and leaves to do what I said.

She deserves much more than I gave her, but I’m a hundred percent sure she’ll find someone here that will be thrilled to lick my cum off her. So, it’s a win-win. . . win, I guess.

And I’m really not in a place to give her more.

7

ANNE

Work’s been slow, but Christmas came in a blur of crying and feeling sorry for myself. I’m not even sure if I miss Bryce or if I miss having some romance in my life.

It’s Christmas morning and I’m standing next to Matt and Natalie in my Christmas pjs with a coat over it and a giant bowl of extra-spiked eggnog. They picked me up since I don’t own a car.

“Merry Christmas!” Rina squeals, opening their front door. Connor grabs the bowl of eggnog while Rina crushes me in a hug.

“Merry Christmas, Rins.”

Christmas brunch has been a tradition she and Natalie started when Eric was born. I joined them after I started working with the BYC, and Connor and Matt joined after Rina and Connor started dating. Each year, the Christmas brunch gets bigger, and I love it.

In the afternoon, I’ll celebrate Christmas with my father and sister, but it’s too formal and stuck up for my liking.

Here, all my closest friends show up wearing their pjs, and we exchange thoughtful and funny gifts before stuffing ourselves with food.

I take off my jacket to show off my adorable pink reindeer motif onesie and head to the kitchen to say ‘Hi’ to the rest. Eric jumps into my arms, almost knocking me off my feet.

“Merry Christmas, Anne,” he says with a toothless smile.

“Merry Christmas, E. You’re getting way too big, aren’t you? Next Christmas I won’t be able to hold you up.” He giggles, loving when I notice how tall he’s gotten.

Next, I hug Noah and Alex in their matching candy cane pjs. Alex’s light skin is a stark contrast to Noah’s dark one, but their smiles are almost identical.

Noah and Alex have been a situationship for years, and they made their relationship official a few months ago. Our reaction was more relieved than surprised when we found out, because it was obvious Noah was crazy about them for a while.

“How’d you get him to do this?” I ask Alex, gesturing to the matching pajamas.

“It was his idea, in fact.” They smirk. Alex is nonbinary, which Noah’s parents struggled to understand, but they’ve blended into our little group amazingly.

Rina, Connor, and Eric are also wearing matching pajamas, and I feel a lump in my throat. I want to wear matching Christmas pjs with my better half. Last year, Bryce shut down my idea as soon as I said it. He wasn’t interested in wearing cute, couply things.

The only couple not matching are Matt and Natalie. Natalie, as always, marches to the beat of her own drum, so she’s wearing a dark-red silk nightie, with a Santa hat on her head. Matt, in his classic red and green striped pjs, can hardly keep his eyes off her.

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