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When she takes all of me, she stops, letting out a shaky breath. For a long moment, she sits still, letting her hands glide over my body, up to my shoulders.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, leaning forward until her tits graze my chest, her lips soft on mine.
“Glad you aren’t fucking Thor?”
“Shut up, Nic.”
The slow way she’s riding me takes away my power of speech and maybe her own. I grip her ass, squeezing and rocking her on me as she picks up speed. She kisses me, our tongues tangling, and when she pulls back, her creamy skin is flushed pink.
I roll my hips and thrust up into her, wanting more, wanting to be deeper. Jessie leans back and the view of her, one hand braced on my pec, the other dropping to her clit, threatens my control. The bounce of her tits is glorious, but it’s got nothing on the expression on her face. Her brows are drawn tight, and her lips are almost pursed. Her eyes—fuck. She’s close.
Her head tips back, her eyes fluttering shut, my name a whimper on her lips just before she comes with a strangled gasp, grinding down hard on me. I grit my teeth and try to hang on. The moment I feel the ebb of her orgasm, I flip her underneath me, pulling her leg up my thigh to get deeper. She clenches around me, crying out as she comes again and I fuck into her, coming hard with a moan. Every pulse, every echoing beat of my heart, feels incredible, every thrust more intense than the last until I can’t take it anymore.
I collapse onto that sweet spot on her neck.
We got a little loud there, but I doubt anyone heard us. The walls are thick in this house.
I kiss her sweat-dampened skin. “Just how many orgasms do you want?”
She laughs, squeezing me with her entire body. “One more, in a bit.”
Sprawling naked in my bed and staring at the ceiling while we catch our breaths, it doesn’t take too long for us to come together again. And again after that. I’m half-delirious as I wrap myself around her and pull the blankets over us, but I know one thing. This holiday fling is the best decision I’ve ever made.
“One more, before you go,” I whisper into her warm neck. It’s a lie—we’re both too worn out and sated to chase after more orgasms, and Jessie has to know that. I’m exhausted enough to admit to myself that I just want the feel of her warm body next to mine as I sleep.
She yawns, snuggling into my pillow. “You might knock Thor off the top.”
“Fuck yeah, I will.” I murmur, fitting my body to hers, floating on a feeling of warm contentment as I fall asleep.
December Twenty-third
There’s a bang on my door and my heart leaps into my throat as a stray knee connects with my groin.
I hiss, cupping my abused balls. What the ever-loving hell is happening? I find myself face to face with Jessie’s wide eyes and for a moment I stare at her, stunned that she’s in my bed.
Last night comes flooding back to me. Everything we did. Jessie’s thoughts are mirroring my own if the pink blooming on her cheeks is any indication.
“Nic!” Timothy bangs on the door again before rattling the doorknob. I suck in a breath.
The door is locked, thank god. Timothy pounds on it again. “You can’t sleep all day on my wedding day! I need you to take my hag of a sister down the aisle.”
I let out my breath as Jessie pulls the blankets over her head. Like he won’t notice the Jessie-sized lump next to me when he manages to break in.
“Did you lock your bedroom door?” I hiss at her—because that’s probably Timothy’s next stop. Thank god he didn’t climb onto the roof and come through the window.
The blankets fly off and Jessie leaps up, naked, and makes her exit through the bathroom door, closing it softly. I can hear the shower kick on.
“Nic!” Timothy bangs on the door again.
“I’m up, you ass,” I say loud enough for him to hear as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.
A used condom is plastered to my thigh—guess we were too sex-drunk last night to put it in the trash—and I’m peeling it off and wincing at every leg hair I’m ripping out when my door flies open. I whip the blankets back over my lower half and send up a quick prayer that Timothy doesn’t go near the small trash bin where the rest of the used condoms are.
Timothy has a huge grin on his face as he holds up a bobby pin and walks in. “Have a good night last night?”
I rub the back of my neck and mumble something about a hangover.
