Page 1 of Their Little Sugar Plum
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Mikayla
Jonah’s hand is under my skirt before we can even get my door open. I widen my legs while I fumble with my keys, hoping for more of his fingers.
“You liked grinding on Colton tonight, didn’t you?” Jonah is behind me. His lips brush against my ear with every dirty syllable. “Do you think he came in his pants while your greedy pussy rubbed against him? Tell me, princess.”
“I—I don’t know—” Why can’t I get the door open? I need to get inside, take off all my clothes, do something to alleviate this crazy lust burning through my body.
His fingers glide between my ass cheeks and then over my entrance. I’m so wet, he slides right past and up to my clit.
“What’s wrong with the lock, princess?” He bites the edge of my ear.
I yelp. “Nothing, just hard to concentrate…”
“Oh?” He pulls his hand away.
I’m disappointed at the loss of him, but then I hear the sound of his belt buckle and feel him moving against me, lifting my skirt and sliding his erect cock between my legs.
I look up and down the empty hallway, at the other apartment doors, the darkened windows. “Jonah, anyone could walk out of their apartment?—”
“Shhh. Better be quiet then, shouldn’t you?” He pushes inside, one smooth thrust.
I moan and grip the edge of the doorframe, keys clutched in my hand but forgotten. I love this, love getting taken from behind, love the feeling of a man back there, filling me while I can’t get away.
“I’m going to fill this tight pussy with my come, Mikayla. Then we’ll go inside and you can suck me hard again so I can fuck you nice and sweet.”
His dirty talk, in that deep voice of his, lights up all my nerve endings.
“Please.” I push back and down, trying to take more of him.
“I bet you’d love it if someone came out of their apartment now. Some big, cranky man would get a nice show.”
I close my eyes, humiliated and turned on at the same time.
“Maybe,” Jonah says with an extra hard thrust, “maybe I’d ask him to help me hold you against the wall. And I’d give him a turn with you when I’m through.”
It’s impossible to hold back my moan at the thought.
“He and I would take turns fucking your pussy and your tight little ass. Wouldn’t you like that, pet?” He traces the edge of my leather collar. “I’d put you on your leash and let him hold it.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
“Oh, I would. And you’d fucking love it.” He speeds up, his cock driving in and out of me. “Another man borrowing you from me, to use as he pleases.”
I’m getting so close to my orgasm.
“I’ll find someone for you, next time we go to Salt. I’ll let him hold your leash.” He takes his hand away for a moment, then returns with the leather strap. He hooks it to my collar and tugs, pulling my head back. He attacks my neck with fierce kisses, scraping teeth, his hot tongue lashing at my skin.
With his other hand, he reaches under my skirt. It only takes a few strokes of his fingers against my clit before I’m shattering, my body rippling around his cock, but caged by his arms and my collar and the leash.
“Fuck, pet.” He groans as he freezes against me, his cock pulsing with his own release. “Happy Christmas Eve.”
Jonah
It’s Christmas morning. I lean back against Mikayla’s sofa, wearing the plaid pajama pants she gave me as an early Christmas present—we’ll do more gifts later today. Everything is so fucking domestic, it warms my heart.
I don’t think she has any idea how perfect she is. With her best friend and roommate, Violet, gone for a few days, Mikayla arranged this whole week for the two of us to be together in her apartment. So far, we’ve been to Salt twice to play among the other kinksters. Last night, we went to a kinky house party and I ordered her to sit in my buddy Colton’s lap.
