Page 13 of 27 Kisses
I strip and stretch out on his bed. Prepping myself in Aidyn’s bed with his scent all around me has me rock hard. But I can’ttouch my cock. Hitting my prostate a few times isn’t exactly cheating, but I don’t want to come until Aidyn has his monster of a cock buried in my ass.
Fuck. I picture Aidyn holding my legs as he fucks me.
“What a gorgeous sight. My needy Santa is all prepped and ready for my package.”
Normally, the cheesy lines would bring a smile to my face, but I’m desperate for his touch. “Aidyn, please.”
“I’ve got you, love.” He undresses and crawls on the bed until he’s over me. “Advent kiss number five. Twenty more days.”
I moan into his kiss. “Please fuck me.”
“That’s the plan.”
Except, he takes his time. Teasing me with kisses. Brushing his fingers over my nipples, my stomach, the head of my cock.
“Aidyn, please.”
Finally, he takes us both in his hand. “Like this?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes. God, yes.”
He strokes, and I swear it’s not going to take long.
“You want my cock in your arse? Ripping it apart?”
I can’t even talk anymore. My head jerks up and down, and I hope he gets it.
The blaring of my phone shatters the moment. Fuck.
“Ignore it,” Aidyn growls. “Can’t they give you the night off?”
I’m more than happy to ignore it, and I surge up to kiss him. “Need you.”
“I—”
My phone blares again. After the fifth time, I know they aren’t giving up. I shake my head. It better be a goddamn emergency. I let out a frustrated sound. “Sorry. I just need to check.”
Aidyn falls back on the bed.
I grab my pants from the floor and pull out my phone. I’ll just answer this really quick. But the ringing has already stopped again. I frown at the number displayed.
“Is it work?” Aidyn asks.
“Worse. Much worse.” What the fuck? “It’s my parents.”
I stomp through the dusting of snow and yank open the door to my Lexus. I’m acting like a teenager not getting his way, but fuck, I’m helpless to stop it.
Aidyn and I finally get time together, and my parents ruin it. Even a week later, I’m irritated at Aidyn for arranging Christmas plans for us when I’d rather pretend the holiday doesn’t exist. But I can’t disappoint Lanie. And arguing about it would waste precious time. Time better spent with Aidyn’s monster cock in my ass.
I navigate my way through town, trying to focus on stop signs and not hitting Mrs. Weppler’s dog instead of the voicemail from my mother telling me they’re at my house.
Why the fuck are they here? My parents moved to Florida almost a decade ago. They said they wanted to avoid Missouri winters, but I think it had more to do with losing Emily. They return to Mule Creek now and then just to fuck up our lives, like the time they fought Isaac for custody of Simon. The courts sided with Isaac, thankfully. My parents had turned a blind eye to Jane’s addiction issues. If they’d won, would they have left Simon with Jane? Probably.
But I can handle my parents. I’ll visit with them, listen to their gripes about whatever brought them back to Missouri, and send them on their way.
This thing with Aidyn isn’t as easily dismissed. He should have talked to me before telling Lanie I’d spend Christmas with them. He knows I’m not a fan of Christmas.
When I lived in New York, I did the expected things. The company Christmas party. Presents for my staff. A bonus for my housekeeper and my personal assistant—should I give Nat a bonus? Or would she be offended if I gave one to her and not to everyone?