Page 29 of Christmas Candy

Holy shit.I focused my eyes on the peephole, knowing her light blue eyes were looking back at me. “You’re a virgin?”

Silence.Fuck.I was twenty-seven and bedded more than my fair share, but I’d never in my life had sex with a virgin. Jess was twenty-three, so she’d been waiting a long time. I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my lips. I would be her first time, gladly.

“Let me in.” I stared harder at the peephole.

“I can’t.”

“You can.” I tried my best to school my features, but I was hungry for her. “Just open the door. I’ll handle the rest.”

“I’m scared.” Her voice softened even more.

I snapped out of it the slightest bit. She was afraid. Of course she was afraid. I leaned back, though it took every bit of strength I had. I was going to get through her fucking door tonight or die trying.

“I’m sorry. Look.” I held my hands up, palms facing her, and hoped she didn’t notice my raging erection. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry I’m coming on strong.”

“No, I like it.” Her voice was still muffled, but stronger.

That sent my head spinning.Then why won’t you open the door?

“What can I do, Jess? What can I do to convince you to let me in?”

Jess

He stared at me pensively. My eye was strained from looking through the peephole at him so hard. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and an intricate burst of black roses clung to his ribs and disappeared around to his back. He had plenty of other ink, but the roses were my favorite so far.

“Anything. Just tell me. I’ll do it.” He put his hands behind his head and laced his fingers together like he was about to be arrested. It wouldn’t have been his first time. He’d been to prison for a few months when he was younger for stealing photography equipment. It cemented his bad boy reputation and, along with his good looks and smarts, catapulted him to the top of the photography world.

I tapped my fingernails on the door as I considered him. I wanted to open the door, to let him in, to finally give up the piece of me that I’d been saving. My pussy was already wet, my panties sticking to me. I’d been breathing hard from the moment I’d seen him standing outside. Even so, I was afraid.

“Have you ever been naked with a man, Jess?” He dropped his hands to his hips and hooked his thumbs into his shorts.

Oh, god.“N-no.”

He smiled, his even white teeth perfect despite the low light of the hallway. “Have you ever seen a dick that was hard because you made it that way? A dick that was ready just for you?”

I scissored my thighs against each other, trying to stem the buzz in my clit. It only made it worse, the sensation heightening each time I moved.

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

I examined his broad chest, down the rippling expanse of his abs, and to the long, hard length in his black gym shorts. I’d fantasized about it for so long that seeing it might make me go up in flames. But I wanted it all the same. “You’d do that? Right now? Right there in th-the hall?”

His smile widened. “I’d rather do it on the other side of the door with you there, your eyes watching me, your hands itching to touch me. But as it is, I’ll take what I can get. Do you want to see what you do to me?”

Fuck yes.I leaned back and took a breath, my lungs filling but still burning with the need for him.

“Yes.” I kept my voice as even as I could, but it still wavered. I was safe here, a door and a deadbolt between him and me. But my voice wasn’t trembling from the fear, it was from the excitement.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He eased his shorts down.

I moved up onto my tiptoes and stared hard at each centimeter of his skin that came into view. The fabric caught on the head of his cock. He paused, his deep green eyes still on mine though he couldn’t see me.

“Ready?”

Was he teasing me? I put a hand in my hair and pulled, just to feel something other than the out of control lust that was flooding my system. It only made it worse because in my mind it washishand in my hair,hisinked fingers twisting and pulling the strands until I said his name.

“Michael, yes.”

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