“That is so fucking sexy,” Alex says as he thrusts into me, over and over and over again.
He hasn’t even come yet, and worse, if he keeps it up, I’m going to come again. And I do, just as he stills.
Once his body parts are no longer invading mine, I wobble around to face him, working to remain indignant. “You!” I shake an unsteady finger in his face. “No access. Not allowed, and you—”
“You didn’t like it?” Alex catches me in his arms and sets me on the table.
“That’s not the point!” So what if I liked it? “I specifically told you that wasn’t a place to be putting your parts.”
“So you did like it.” He smirks.
“I hate you.” I smack his chest weakly.
“You love me.” He wraps me up in him.
“Whatever.” I will not admit I liked what he just did.
“I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to. I just thought I’d try…” He kisses my temple, all soft and sweet. “I don’t expect to ever get anything in there other than a finger or maybe two.”
Damn him.
“Fine.”
The Holiday Outtake
Christmas Style
I WROTE THIS piece as a special holiday surprise. It was supposed be about a thousand words, but Alex had a lot to say, and well, Violet engaged in some serious sewing, so I owed it to them to let the scene play out a little longer. Get ready for some Super MC costume changes.
Coming Down the Chimney!
ALEX
I TOSS MY gym bag directly into the laundry room before I head down the hall. I don’t do it because I’m anal; it’s so Violet doesn’t trip over it when she’s leaving for work in the morning. I’m not sure how it happens exactly, because it’s a huge black duffle bag on a tan tile floor, but she’s managed to bruise the crap out of her knees a couple of times and sprain her wrist once.
I don’t need her injured over the holidays. Not with her parents coming to visit at the end of next week. Mine will be here, too. We’re hosting the family gathering, because I have the space.
Violet’s insisted on cooking a turkey, but she’s definitely no chef. I’m not sure she realizes how much work is involved in preparing Christmas dinner. My mom will be here to help, so Violet should be fine, but my mom likes to be the master of her own domain. I’m hopeful it won’t cause friction between them, and that it won’t make it difficult for me to achieve my own friction while they’re here.
Violet isn’t particularly quiet during sex. Usually I love how vocal she is. But I may have to invest in some kinkery if we’re going to have sex with my parents staying here. Like a gag. Even with the spare bedroom all the way down the hall, there’s no guarantee they won’t hear. Plus my dad’s a nighthawk. And he’s always got the munchies.
As I enter the kitchen, I’m greeted by the smell of vanilla and char. A tray of star-shaped cookies sits on the island. They’re a little dark around the edges, but they don’t look too bad. Until I flip one over. It’s black on the bottom. I smile and drop it back on the tray. She’s making an effort. It’s cute.
“Violet, baby? Where are you?” I check the main floor, but there’s no sign of her. Since her car is in the garage—the one I bought her. Because I can. And I want to—I assume she’s upstairs.
Tomorrow morning I leave for a series of away games. I’ll be gone a week, and when I get back, my sister and her best friend will be in town and likely hanging out with us a lot. That means our usual “Welcome Home Fuck Day” routine, as Violet so sweetly dubbed it, may not be easy to pull off. We’ll see. My plan is to get as much action as I can tonight, as many ways as I can get it, so I’m stocked up for the time away.
I hit the stairs, taking them two at a time. “Baby? I’m home,” I call. Still, I’m met with silence. Where the hell is she?
I rearrange my hard-on so it’s not at a weird angle and head toward our bedroom, picturing her naked in the shower, or better yet, in the tub. Now I’m all excited. Workouts do that to me; all the exertion without any follow-up release can be tough to take. Much like away games.
I push open the door and cross to the bathroom, expecting to find her lying in the Jacuzzi tub, surrounded by bubbles, her gorgeous, long auburn hair piled up high on her head. I can already see her luscious, awesome tits bobbing in the water. But there’s nothing. What the fuck?
I return to the hall. All the doors are open, the way Violet likes them. She gets weirded out when she can’t see what’s going on behind them. The one at the end of the hall, which is Violet’s private space—and mostly where she keeps all the crap she doesn’t want to throw away but doesn’t know where to put—is shut up tight.
She’s been hiding out in there a lot. I’m starting to get concerned about it, to be honest. We’ve only been living together for four months, but we’re coming up on a year since we started dating. You learn a lot about a person over twelve months. I hope the amount of time she’s been spending in her “office” isn’t a sign that things aren’t as awesome as I think.
With that in mind, I creep toward her room. A creaky spot in the floor makes me pause, but music seeps through the door, the bass vibrating. I put my hand on the knob and turn. But it’s locked.
What’s she doing in there that would warrant locking the door? What’s she hiding from me? I put my ear against the wood and hear a low hum. It’s steady and repetitive—like a vibrator. Now I really want to get in there.
We have great sex. All the time. Constantly. Even when I’m away, I call her and we phone fuck. God, I love phone fucking. I love the way Violet sounds like she’s right there with me. I love it when she tells me she misses my cock. And now she’s locked herself in her office with her vibrator where I can’t get to her.
I knock, probably with more force than I need to. A little shriek of surprise follows, and the vibrator stops humming.
“Violet? Why’s the door locked?” I rattle the knob.
“Hold on! I’ll be right there.”
It sounds like things are being knocked over. “If you’re naked, don’t bother getting dressed.” I draw my shirt over my head and run a hand through my hair. Then I pull my belt free from the loops and pop the top button on my jeans. Just so I’m prepared.
Violet peeks out through a crack. “Hi, baby!” Her single eye darts down over my bare chest to my open pants. “Oh, hey.” She opens the door a little more and slides out of the narrow gap.
Most of Violet is small, apart from her boobs. Those are not small. She cringes as she mashes them against the jamb, trying to get through without opening the door any wider. She’s definitely hiding something. I take in her outfit. She’s wearing her robe, the red one with my team logo on it. It’s the middle of the afternoon.
“Were you jilling off in there?” It comes out snappy.
Her eyebrows furrow. “What?”
“Why are you wearing this? What were you doing in there?” I try to push past her, but she bars the way with a hand on either side of the doorway. I can easily move her aside. She weighs half of what I do. But I should give her a chance to explain before I go barging into what’s supposed to be her personal space.