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Story: The Christmas Bet
“Allie, you fucking taste so good, like honey,” he moans as he pulls back and grazes his lips across my neck. We come to a stop, and he lowers me gently onto the bed. As he hovers over me, he begins to kiss me again while his hands burn a trail of desire on every inch of my still fully clothed body.
His lips work at a feverish pace, his teeth grazing my lips with a slight nibble. My hands drag down his face to his chest. His hard body is pressed up against mine, his hardness pressing against me. It’s enough pressure that he could have me coming in seconds if he keeps it up.
He kisses down my jaw, his lips finding my melting button right under my ear. That’s the spot that literally turns me into a puddle of desire. I let out a soft moan as I feel it shoot straight to my core.
“I fucking love listening to you moan for me.” Conner’s voice is low, and the vibration from his words make my body quiver. My hands move to his belt, needing access to him.
He pulls back. “Not yet. Let me make you come. I want you shaking, screaming, and I want to taste every drop from you.”
My pussy throbs with desire. I nod, not able to come up with a single word, because I need all of what he just promised me.
Conner’s hand runs down my thigh and back up the inside. My breathing shallows upon contact. He pulls back slightly from my lips, and his mouth curls up as his fingers find my very wet panties. “Allie,” he says, his voice hoarse, “your panties are soaking wet.”
I nod and finally find my voice. “I am. What are you gonna do about it?” My body is humming with need. He has me on edge, and if it wasn’t for his body between my legs, I would be trying to rub them together to get the friction I need to bring me to that edge.
He lets out a groan, looping his fingers in the band and yanking them down and over my boots. I’m pulled to the edge of the bed. Then my legs are lifted over his shoulders and my dress is pushed up a bit.
“I wonder if you taste just as sweet here too.”
Before I can respond, a tongue swipes up my slit. I moan, and my hands find his head under the skirt of my dress. I gasp, my hips lifting slightly off the bed. His tongue can do no wrong.
“Oh yeah. You taste so fucking good,” he growls as he dives back into me, his tongue circling my clit. His lips close around the sensitive bud, and a jolt of pleasure pulses through me. Holy shit, this man is going to have me coming all over his face pretty quickly if he keeps this up. My entire body pulses with pleasure.
My legs tighten around his head. “Oh my god, Conner. Don’t stop, please.”
He pulls back, grinning. “Never.” He slowly pushes his finger inside me, and I gasp. “So fucking wet for me. So tight. Fuck, Allie. Are you going to come for me?” he taunts right before his tongue laps at my clit again, bringing me closer to euphoria.
My body begins to vibrate, every nerve ending ready to explode. His tongue laps at me, and his finger curls up inside me, hitting the sensitive spot. My stomach tightens, and I know I’m right on the edge.
“That’s it, Allie. Come for me. Let go and come for me.”
As if on command, my body responds to him, giving him what he’s been working me towards. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out as I crash over the wall. My thighs lock against his head as I grind out every last sensation of my orgasm against his face.
“Fuck, Conner.” I finally find my words as I come down from my body high, slowly releasing his head.
Conner slowly crawls up my body and his lips lock against mine. I can taste myself on him, and I need more. I start to claw at his shirt, struggling with the buttons, when I feel him go rigid next to me.
He stops kissing me and closes his eyes. Before I even know what’s happening, he pushes off the bed and stands at the end of it. There is a tightness in his face, confusion. His lips are in a thin line, and suddenly the air around us feels different. Conner walks away for a moment but comes back with his phone beeping in his pocket. He reaches for it and pulls it out.
“Shit. Allie. I-I’m sorry. I hate to do this, but I need to go. Um, family emergency.” Conner shakes his head and drops his phone back into his pocket. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Go. Handle what you need to.” I sit up on my bed and nod to him. I adjust my skirt and try not to let the awkwardness of the whole situation show on my face.It’s like cold water had just been dumped on him.
Conner leans in and kisses my forehead. He keeps his lips on me for a moment and then slowly pulls away. He gives me a sad smile and then steps back. “I’ll give you a call. Night, Allie.”
With that, he walks to the front door with his head down and slowly closes it behind him.
My head is still slowly coming down from the high I had just minutes ago. I take in a deep breath and try to assess the situation. This was not how the night was supposed to go. What the hell?
I glance down at the bed, my body still tingling from the high, from the euphoria. But I can slowly feel myself coming down from that high upon realizing that he up and left with an excuse of a family emergency. We didn’t even eat the pizza or finish setting up the tree. That’s when it hits me.That’s when the tears make an entrance.
The crash and burn.
Chapter 9
Conner
“So, you just up and left? Dude!” Roland sits in the chair in front of my desk. He shakes his head. “That’s not going to win you the bet.”
His lips work at a feverish pace, his teeth grazing my lips with a slight nibble. My hands drag down his face to his chest. His hard body is pressed up against mine, his hardness pressing against me. It’s enough pressure that he could have me coming in seconds if he keeps it up.
He kisses down my jaw, his lips finding my melting button right under my ear. That’s the spot that literally turns me into a puddle of desire. I let out a soft moan as I feel it shoot straight to my core.
“I fucking love listening to you moan for me.” Conner’s voice is low, and the vibration from his words make my body quiver. My hands move to his belt, needing access to him.
He pulls back. “Not yet. Let me make you come. I want you shaking, screaming, and I want to taste every drop from you.”
My pussy throbs with desire. I nod, not able to come up with a single word, because I need all of what he just promised me.
Conner’s hand runs down my thigh and back up the inside. My breathing shallows upon contact. He pulls back slightly from my lips, and his mouth curls up as his fingers find my very wet panties. “Allie,” he says, his voice hoarse, “your panties are soaking wet.”
I nod and finally find my voice. “I am. What are you gonna do about it?” My body is humming with need. He has me on edge, and if it wasn’t for his body between my legs, I would be trying to rub them together to get the friction I need to bring me to that edge.
He lets out a groan, looping his fingers in the band and yanking them down and over my boots. I’m pulled to the edge of the bed. Then my legs are lifted over his shoulders and my dress is pushed up a bit.
“I wonder if you taste just as sweet here too.”
Before I can respond, a tongue swipes up my slit. I moan, and my hands find his head under the skirt of my dress. I gasp, my hips lifting slightly off the bed. His tongue can do no wrong.
“Oh yeah. You taste so fucking good,” he growls as he dives back into me, his tongue circling my clit. His lips close around the sensitive bud, and a jolt of pleasure pulses through me. Holy shit, this man is going to have me coming all over his face pretty quickly if he keeps this up. My entire body pulses with pleasure.
My legs tighten around his head. “Oh my god, Conner. Don’t stop, please.”
He pulls back, grinning. “Never.” He slowly pushes his finger inside me, and I gasp. “So fucking wet for me. So tight. Fuck, Allie. Are you going to come for me?” he taunts right before his tongue laps at my clit again, bringing me closer to euphoria.
My body begins to vibrate, every nerve ending ready to explode. His tongue laps at me, and his finger curls up inside me, hitting the sensitive spot. My stomach tightens, and I know I’m right on the edge.
“That’s it, Allie. Come for me. Let go and come for me.”
As if on command, my body responds to him, giving him what he’s been working me towards. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out as I crash over the wall. My thighs lock against his head as I grind out every last sensation of my orgasm against his face.
“Fuck, Conner.” I finally find my words as I come down from my body high, slowly releasing his head.
Conner slowly crawls up my body and his lips lock against mine. I can taste myself on him, and I need more. I start to claw at his shirt, struggling with the buttons, when I feel him go rigid next to me.
He stops kissing me and closes his eyes. Before I even know what’s happening, he pushes off the bed and stands at the end of it. There is a tightness in his face, confusion. His lips are in a thin line, and suddenly the air around us feels different. Conner walks away for a moment but comes back with his phone beeping in his pocket. He reaches for it and pulls it out.
“Shit. Allie. I-I’m sorry. I hate to do this, but I need to go. Um, family emergency.” Conner shakes his head and drops his phone back into his pocket. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Go. Handle what you need to.” I sit up on my bed and nod to him. I adjust my skirt and try not to let the awkwardness of the whole situation show on my face.It’s like cold water had just been dumped on him.
Conner leans in and kisses my forehead. He keeps his lips on me for a moment and then slowly pulls away. He gives me a sad smile and then steps back. “I’ll give you a call. Night, Allie.”
With that, he walks to the front door with his head down and slowly closes it behind him.
My head is still slowly coming down from the high I had just minutes ago. I take in a deep breath and try to assess the situation. This was not how the night was supposed to go. What the hell?
I glance down at the bed, my body still tingling from the high, from the euphoria. But I can slowly feel myself coming down from that high upon realizing that he up and left with an excuse of a family emergency. We didn’t even eat the pizza or finish setting up the tree. That’s when it hits me.That’s when the tears make an entrance.
The crash and burn.
Chapter 9
Conner
“So, you just up and left? Dude!” Roland sits in the chair in front of my desk. He shakes his head. “That’s not going to win you the bet.”