In seconds, I have the button on his trousers undone, and after he helps me out my lifting his arse from the ground, I push the fabric around his hips.
His already hard cock springs free and I waste no time in reaching out and wrapping my hand around it.
“Amalie,” he grates out as I stroke him, his eyes locked on where we’re connected.
The muscles in his neck strain, I know it’s with his restraint. He’s not one to sit back and allow me to take control, but right now, he knows I need it.
Lifting up, I pull my panties aside, too impatient to remove them, and move him to find my entrance.
His eyes lift to mine and we hold each other’s stare as I sink down onto him.
My eyelids want to flutter closed as the sensation of him filling me consumes me.
I sit down until I’m totally full of him. My muscles rippling and my body begging me to move, to take what I need.
“Brit?” Jake asks, concern filling his eyes, but I’m okay.
I just need this moment to ground myself. To remind myself that I’m here. With him, and that everything is going to be okay.
I don’t respond, instead I lean forward, capturing his lips and plunging my tongue into his mouth as I start to move.
A groan of pleasure rumbles up his throat as I lift almost all the way off him before sinking straight back down.
My movements get faster, more frantic as I desperately search for those few mind-numbing seconds of bliss that I know are just in touching distance.
Unable to keep my lips to his, I sit up, throwing my head back as the angle change means he hits me in the most perfect place.
“Yes,” I cry, forgetting that we currently have house guests. I’m too lost to him, to the pleasure coursing through my body, to care about anything else but this moment right now.
Jake sits with me, his own need for control getting the better of him. He leans me back with his giant hands cupping my shoulder blades to keep me in place as he takes over. His hips piston into me as I continue to move.
It’s frenzied, frantic, and so fucking hot as we both push each other toward the releases we need.
Holding me with one arm, he drops the other to the tile floor to help him get some more movement.
My head falls back as he hits me incredibly deeply.
“Oh god. Fuck. Jake,” I chant as my much-needed release crashes into me.
“Amalie,” he groans, his voice so low it sends tingles through my body.
Sitting up, he wraps both his arms around me almost painfully tight as we both come down from our highs and try to catch our breath.
His lips brush against my shoulder and he kisses up my neck before his fingers thread into my hair and move me so I’ve no choice but to give him my lips.
Looks like my time in control is more than over. I’m now more than happy to hand myself over to him.
He kisses me gently before resting his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes.
“How you doing?”
I nod gently. “I’ll be okay. I’m sorry I freaked out.”
I avert my eyes, embarrassed for allowing something so silly to push me over the edge.
“You don’t need to apologize. Just tell me what you need and it’s yours.”
I think for a second. “I need a shower.”
He pulls away from me and our sweaty skin sticks together.
“Hold on then.”
“Jake, you can—argh,” I squeal as he proves me wrong and somehow stands from the floor with me clinging to him like a monkey.
His cock slips from me, causing aftershocks from my earlier release to shoot around my body.
After ensuring the water is warm, he stands us under the torrent. He allows me to drop to my feet, but he doesn’t release me until he reaches for the shower gel and sets about cleaning me up.
“Everyone said Merry Christmas,” Jake says, walking back into our bedroom just wearing a pair of low hanging gray sweats and fuck if my temperature doesn’t spike at the sight. It sure as shit helps to push away the sadness that keeps threatening to drag me under.
“I’m sorry I ruined our night.”
“How many times?” he asks, diving on the bed beside me and pulling me into him. “It doesn’t matter. The only thing I care about is making you happy.”
“You do,” I say, spinning in his arms so I can look into his blue eyes. I open my mouth to say more, but I hesitate.
“Whatever it is, tell me, please.”
“I… um… I don’t want to go to Cam’s tomorrow. I don’t think I can deal with a big family Christmas.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Just like that?”
“Of course, baby,” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you, I just want to make it as good as I can.”
“But you had it all planned, you wanted to—”
“Shush.” He presses his fingertips to my lips. “The only thing I want for Christmas is you. I don’t care if that means we’re here, just the two of us, or in someone else’s house. I just want to see you smile.”
“I just… I just want it to be us.” I fight to keep the tears from my eyes, but I fail and they fall faster than I’d like. “I don’t think I can be with others. I’ll just ruin it for everyone.”
Gathering me up in his arms, I blow out a shaky breath as images of how we used to spend our Christmas Eve fill my head.
Mum and Dad have the biggest circle of friends and colleagues, but Christmas was the one time of the year they forgot about business and just focused on us.
They turned their phones off, shut their laptops down, and just enjoyed our family time. It was the best of times. We’d watch reruns of old Christmas sitcoms that my parents enjoyed as kids, we played all sorts of games and just enjoyed each other.
I so badly want that again.
A sob bubbles up and if it’s even possible, Jake holds me tighter.
“I- I really miss them,” I whimper.
“I know, baby.” His lips press to the top of my head, and I focus on his scent surrounding me.
His love and support never lets up and eventually, I drift off to sleep in his arms.
Chapter Five
Jake
I’ve been through some shit in my life but I can say hands down that watching my Brit break down in my arms and not being able to do fuck all to make it any better is the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.
It takes quite a while, but eventually her breathing evens out and her body goes limp in my arms.
Releasing her, I reluctantly climb from the bed silently and leave the room.
It’s past midnight on Christmas Eve so there’s not much I can do in the way of creating us the kind of day she can remember tomorrow, but I’m going to do my best.
When I get downstairs, I find all the food that Brit has prepared neatly stored in the Tupperware that Camila and Rae had put it in while I was in the bathroom distracting her.
My cock swells as I think back to us on that tiled floor. Fuck, that was hot.
Ignoring the images of her bouncing on top of me, I set about putting my plan into action before heading back up to bed and slipping in beside her.
She whimpers as I slide my arm around her waist, but she doesn’t wake.