Page 20 of Christmas in His Arms

Her moans were muffled by my kisses, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she came undone. I could feel it in the way she clamped down around me, squeezing me like a vise. "Fuck," she hissed into my chest, but thankfully, not too loudly.

“Fuck is right. Goddammit, woman, you make me insane.” She felt incredible around me, slick and hot, and I wanted to make this last, so I slowed my thrusts and reached between our bodies to massage her.

“Oh, God, please, harder,” she whimpered, and I obliged, thrusting into her faster and harder until I felt myself on the edge of release. “Yes, just like that.”

The friction was exquisite, but without protection, I knew we were skating on thin ice. “Come for me,” I growled, then covered her mouth with my hand as she did just that, her walls clenching around my cock. I had to concentrate and make each thrust deliberate or I’d blow inside her, so when she started to come down and the writhing beneath me stopped, I paused, holding my cock inside her as deeply buried as I could.

“No condom,” I groaned, and holding perfectly still allowed me to keep myself in check.

“Mmm,” she moaned, eyes shut, clearly relaxed and giddy. “It’s okay,” she murmured, “I won’t get pregnant.”

“Carrie, if your dad?—”

Her eyes popped open and she gripped my hips with both hands. The look in her eyes was feral and wild, even as she started rocking her hips, grinding her slick pussy against me.

“I said, I won’t get pregnant. I promise you, that’s not a thing. Now fuck me and let me feel you explode inside me.” Her bodywas doing all the work now, gyrating and pulsing around my length as I struggled to keep control. She whimpered and let squeaks of pleasure dance across my skin with her lips following, and I lost it. She was begging me to come inside her and I was so on the edge, I didn’t want to pull out.

“Swear it… Say it’s okay…”

“Fuck me, Ryan. Right now, come in me.” Her breathing was frantic and thready. It looked like she was on the edge again, and hearing her beg me to fill her tipped me over.

My balls twitched and I let go, moaning into her neck as I pulsed into her tight heat. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her, deep and hard. I pounded her until my climax subsided, and I collapsed onto her, breathing raggedly.

“I—”

She cut me off with a kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth. “Shh, cuddle me,” she purred against my lips, and I grinned as I pulled out and felt my dick chill as the air hit it. I pulled her into my chest and kept kissing her until she drew back.

"What's gotten into you?" I brushed a few hairs off her face and looked down at her red lips.

"I was so fucking hot for you this whole day. You didn't think I'd let you leave without a proper goodbye, did you?" Carrie grinned at me and pressed her palm to my chest. The entire experience lasted less than ten minutes, but I knew if I didn't get out of this bed quickly, Helen would definitely catch me.

"Was there something you needed to talk about…? If not, I'd better go. Your parents will…" I grimaced, and she sighed.

"Nope. I just thought if we're doing this fling thing, we may as well enjoy it as often as we want. I go back to Chicago in a few weeks." There was a tinge of sadness in her tone. I couldn't decide if she was sad to be leaving or sad that our relationship might end. I thought we might've been starting a relationship, but even her words contradicted my thoughts. She called this a fling.

Now wasn't the time to have a big discussion, though. Helen and Walter's actual bedroom was upstairs. I knew because I’d helped them move their bed down to the guest room for him to recover in. If Helen came up here to get something, I was screwed.

I kissed her again softly and reluctantly climbed out of bed and got dressed. She stayed lying on the bed, completely naked with my cum dripping from her body, and watched me. My shoulders were tense and I felt conflicted now. Maybe I hadn't been direct enough about my feelings or what I wanted. I thought I had made it clear that I liked her and wanted to see where this went, but if she was still planning on leaving, I hadn’t done my job. Or maybe she thought we'd have a long-distance relationship.

"I have to go… I'll call you tomorrow?" I asked, leaning down to kiss her again. She grabbed my dick through my pants and groped me.

"Unless I sneak into your bed tonight." She felt different now too, hungrier and greedier. She'd been hesitant before, even if she admitted to desiring me, and now I wondered what had changed.

I could only smile and sneak out. I tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as I could, and noticing the coast was clear, I walked toward the door with purpose. When I heard something in the kitchen, I turned abruptly to see Helen standing there with amug in her hand, tea bag dangling over its rim. She smiled at me tiredly, and I thought for a second that I was caught. My heart leapt into my throat and my body went rigid in anxiety.

"Oh, there you are. You could've used the downstairs toilet. I wasn't in there." Helen's naivety made me feel swarmed with guilt. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet. If I opened my mouth, I was going to say something stupid.

"It looks nice. Thank you so much for cleaning up. I'll have to let Carrie off the hook tomorrow. I told her she'd clean up in the morning." Helen's soft chuckle tinkled, and I glanced up the stairs behind her. Carrie was peeking out her bedroom door, snickering, and all I could do was swallow the hard lump in my throat.

"I'm just heading out. I'll stop by anytime you need help. Give Walt my love." Turning before Helen could engage me in any more conversation or Carrie could do anything else to get me to break my poker face, I reached for my coat and put it on.

The day had been a whirlwind of activity and emotion, but I left the Bennett house feeling slightly confused. I wasn't about to shy away from her now that we'd really connected, but it felt like Carrie was pulling back from me. There were a million reasons that could be happening, but the only way to get to the bottom of it and decide why that hot sex we just had felt emotionless and visceral was to talk to her. Which I'd do the very next time we spoke.

15

CARRIE

Ethan's voice rang out from my phone as I shared a few dirty details about what was happening between me and Ryan, though I never spoke his name aloud. I was in the grocery store where Mom sent me to get cookie-making supplies for later this afternoon. She was going to force me to bake with her, and that meant being confronted with more badgering about being at home to take care of the hardware store chain.

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