Page 46 of Sexted By Santa
Christian smiled tensely. “Goodnight.”
I wish I knew what was in his head right now. Disappointment we didn’t kiss? Relief? Confusion?
Using a hip, I pushed the car door closed and carried Tori across the lawn toward our front door.
I desperately wanted to invite Christian to come in with us, but I wouldn’t. Tori needed my attention, and I wouldn’t feel right without checking her blood sugar again since she’d eaten so much later in the evening than usual.
I resigned myself to going to bed alone, the memory of that almost kiss a delicious torment.
* * *
Once Tori was settled in bed, I continued to think about Christian and that heated moment in the car—so much so that I logged into the Thrust app to review our previous chats. I wanted the real man, but I was worked up enough that a few lines of dirty talk and an X-rated photo would do the trick.
That was the plan anyway. Until I saw that SantaWantsYourChimney was online too.
Well, how about that?
I sent a message.Are you doing what I’m doing?
There was a lengthy pause before he answered me.I don’t know. What are you doing?
Playing coy, huh? Let me show you then.
With shaking hands, I opened my fly and pulled out my aching cock. I was already hard at the thought of sending Christian another photo. This time, with him knowing full well who was on the other end of the chat.
It felt more revealing, showing my dick to my neighbor rather than an anonymous man. Especially when I wasn’t one hundred percent sure of his reaction. We’d done this before, but things were different now. We weren’t just two strangers looking to hook up any longer.
I aimed the camera and clicked the shot, sending it before I could change my mind. The photo showed my jeans open, my cock jutting out—thick and red—but little else. While I waited for his response, I unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open, the brush of my fingers against skin drawing sparks.
In for a penny, in for a pound. I fumbled out a text.So hard for you.
Finally, he replied.Jesus, Jax.
I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad response. I waited, holding my breath, for something more. Another message came through, causing me to exhale in relief.
You’re still wearing your clothes from the party.
Yes. Same shirt you grabbed in the car.
Damn.
Do you want to see more?
There was another hesitation. Christian wasn’t one to rush in. I knew that. But jerking off alone wasn’t enough. I wanted him in this with me.
Christian responded.Yes, but…I don’t know if you should show me.
It’s nothing we haven’t done before.
True.
We’re simply relieving some…tension. No harm done. Right?
Fuck. Okay, yes,he answered.Show me more. Make another video.
Fuck yes. I’d make him the filthiest video ever. But…
Only if you make one for me.
