Page 12 of Hacker Christmas

I ran my hands down her back, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly pushed it in. It was pure bliss. Daisy worked her mouth around Neal’s cock at the same pace I moved in and out of her. When I started to speed up, Neal threw his head back and groaned. He was close, and I didn’t know if I would last much longer.

Daisy’s tight pussy felt so good. She pushed back against each of my thrusts. I wanted the three of us to go over at the same time, and based on the way Daisy’s pussy clenched around my cock, she was close. I reached down and pinched her clit. “Now.” The two most important people in my world went over the edge at the same time. I fell forward and pulled Daisy into my arms. Neal cuddled in next to us.

I had never been so happy. My phone rang in the living room, and I didn’t want to break the spell of what we did.

“We need to get that.”

“Nope. I want to stay in bed with you guys.”

Daisy’s phone rang next.

“Fuck, who could it be?” Neal grumbled.

I looked over at the clock, and somehow it was six o’clock at night. My nephew Ant’s Christmas play was starting soon. Antonio, my older brother, had just gotten his son back, and he wanted his family at Ant’s first Christmas play.

“It’s my brother. Ant’s Christmas play is tonight. I promised we would go. But I think he will understand.”

Daisy jumped out of my hold. “We are not missing his play. I totally forgot. Let’s go.”

I pulled her back to meand captured her nipple in my mouth. Maybe I could get her to stay in bed.

She pulled back. “Let’s go, or I’m holding out for a week.” With that, she jumped out of bed, and Neal grumbled. Before we left the bed, I leaned over and kissed my man on the lips. He tasted like a mixture of the two people I loved.

5

Daisy

Ididn’t know what to expect. I had never been to a children’s play. The three of us hurried into the school gymnasium, where Antonio had saved us seats. Alex and Bridget held their two kids. Kat and Antonio both held up their phones to tape the stage, even though no one was up there yet. Aaron’s parents sat in the front row with smiles on their faces. Sophie and Zane couldn’t make it, as they were both in DC. Brock and Jessica rounded out the row of family and friends.

I took the seat between Neal and Aaron. The stage glittered with red, white, and green sparkles. When the lights dimmed, the Christmas tree lit up with an array of colors. Ten children pranced across the stage in a mixture of traditional Christmas costumes. Each kid searched for their parents and waved. When Ant’s eyes hit our row, his face lit up, and his mom let out a whistle.

A petite blonde walked on stage and positioned the little children in their spots. Bridget had told me Ant was excited to be a shepherd. I had never been part of a school play. My stage fright had always been too bad.

I glanced around the auditorium, filled with parents and grandparents. A man in the back corner with his camera pointed at our row caught my attention. “Hey, Aaron, does it look like that guy is watching us and not the stage?” When we turned back around, the man had disappeared.

“I don’t see anything, love.”

I knew I didn’t see things. I searched the crowd for him, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.

Aaron gripped my hand, a reassuring smile on his lips. But instead of calming down, I felt my heart beat faster as I remembered that less than an hour ago, I was crying out in ecstasy as both he and Neal took me.

“What dirty thought just went through your head?” Neal asked in a hushed voice.

I elbowed him in the side. “You can’t ask questions like that at a children’s play. What happens if someone hears you?”

“You wound me, love.” He laughed as he grabbed his side.

“The kids are on stage,” Bridget said with a smile.

The teacher tapped the mic. “Thank you all for coming out for our annual Christmas show.” She looked nervous, tightened her hand around the mic, and searched the crowd.

“This is my first year directing the Christmas pageant. So bear with me.” The crowd let out a chuckle. I wanted to go up and hold her hand. “But over the past month of working with these little ones, they’ve stolen my heart, and I couldn’t be prouder of the show they are about to put on. So if you can, put your hands together and welcome this year’s talented students.”

The teacher sat with her legs crossed, and the students’ eyes locked on her as they sang their Christmas tune. I couldn’t help but chuckle as a kid in the back screamed each word.

For the last song of the night, half of the students came forward to sing. Ant was front and center in his shepherd’s outfit. I pulled out my phone to record my future nephew as he sang with his classmates.

When the song ended, Aaron pressed his hand to my belly. “Our kids will be up there soon.”

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