Holiday Hijinks by Roxy Queen Read Free Book Online Page B

ugly, maroon sweater my mom gave me I’ll have to secretly take back so it doesn’t hurt her feelings.  I think about the beach and how long it will take to drive there and how Carter and I can finally be open again. How the house we’re renting has a heated pool, which means I get to see him in a bathing suit for the first time in months. I wonder if he’ll wear his Speedo just for me.
    I smile to myself thinking about how a Speedo is normally hotness kryptonite, but Carter’s immune. It detracts nothing from his long swimmer’s body, wide shoulders and ridiculous wing span. The fine cut lines of his “V” are accentuated and he has the two most delicious dimples right above his ass.
    Crap, this isn’t helping. Is it okay to masturbate during Christmas Day nap? For some reason, I don’t think it’s appropriate.
    I hear a noise outside the door and burrow under the covers. The last thing Maddie needs to see is her aunt hot and bothered in her bed, one hand nearly in her panties, about to relieve herself of some high level sexual frustration. I freeze when the door clicks and at the soft sound of clothing dropping to the floor. I may have said a silent prayer.
    My bed dips and a hand snakes over my stomach. “Hey,” he says, getting under the covers.
    Thank you, Jesus. Amen.
    “No run?”
    “Are you kidding? Like I’d leave you up here alone for two hours.” He kisses the back of my neck while his hands explore my bare legs, dipping between my thighs.
    “What’s going on down here?” he whispers, feeling the moisture.
    “I was thinking about you.”
    “And that’s what happens?”
    I nod, almost glad I’m not looking at his face. Even after all this time it’s embarrassing that I want him so much.
    He shifts in the bed, lifting me so I’m straddling his hips. My tank is gone before I even register it and his hands cover my tits, tugging at the red satin fabric of my bra.
    “You’ll have to be quiet,” I say. “For real.”
    He doesn’t respond verbally, he just sits up and crushes my mouth to his. Hungry and horny, like I am. His cock is hard and pressed against my body.
    For the first time all week we’re not in a rush, and I plan to make the most of it. My hands run down his smooth, hard chest, feeling every muscle. I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. His hands stop mine.
    “Leave it on,” he says, fingers dipping under the red lace. “You look like a present. ”
    “Ho ho ho,” I joke.
    “Even when I was a kid I always loved presents. I’d analyze the gifts under the tree for hours.” He mouths my nipples through the fabric. My back arches like a feral cat. “I like the allure of what’s beneath the wrapping. The best part is waiting to be exposed.”
    “How did you get so wise?” I ask, rubbing my crotch on his slippery dick. “How old are you again?”
    He guides himself in, slow and steady. I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of him. His length and girth. A perfect fit. He kisses me and says into my mouth, “Old enough to know what I want.”
    He finds my hands, rubbing his thumb over the silver ring. Leaning forward until our faces meet, I begin to ride him, slow and quiet, setting a pace that’s equally painful and pleasurable. My clit rubs against his body with each pass and his cock moves in and out, from tip to shaft with excruciating leisure.
    Slowly, so slowly, I inch up and down his dick until the tip almost falls out. I tremble from the rush each time he enters me again.
    I kiss his lips, his chin and then his neck. My nipples graze his chest, hard pebbles against his skin. When his hands cup my ass, pulling the cheeks gently apart , I shudder. I open my eyes and Carter stares at me with an expression of wonder and love. No one has ever looked at me like this—not even Jamie. I bite my lip trying to keep the volume down.
    “Not yet,” he says, frustratingly pat ient, to the point I think it’s a challenge. How far can he take himself. He does it in the gym