I drop my phone in the console. Lars is love-jaded because he has some rocky past with a woman that fucked him up. He never really gave me the details, and I wasn’t looking for them. I’m not love-jaded; I’m more of a love avoider. I saw how crazy he looked when things ended.Who signs up for that kind of pain?I’m not in danger of falling for Bree. I hardly know her. The only place I’m falling is in her pussy later tonight.
We meet in front of the mall, and she’s dropping some dollars in the red donation bucket for the fake Santa with the bell.
“Make sure you make a Christmas wish, Bree,” I joke.
“What?” She looks at me as if I’m crazy.
“You put in money, so make a wish.”
Bree shrugs and turns to fake Santa.
“Orgasms—I want lots of orgasms for Christmas.”
My laughter brings tears to my eyes as fake Santa turns several different shades of red.
Bree is so fucking literal.
7
Bree
Waiting for something that could possibly alter my life as I know it is the most difficult thing I’ve experienced in a long time. Part of me understands there are bigger things to life than having an orgasm, but it’s all I can think about. I want to know what others know and feel. I need to know I’m not defective. And if I am, I don’t want to trick my future husband with false promises of satisfaction. Sure, I could make things fun for him, but it would become a task for me since it’s not enjoyable. No. It will only be useful to me, for its intended purpose, procreation.
I make a drink to calm my nerves. Jason said not to make any plans. I didn’t—not that I was going to—and the suspense is killing me. Sipping my fresh drink, I saunter back to my room to check my appearance for what feels like the hundredth time. My hair is secured in a top knot, my olive t-shirt dress is simple, and my gold thong slide on sandals come off easily. I didn’t bother with a bra and underwear. Jason lives right next door, and he plans to take off my clothes anyway.
He had a few errands to run after our Christmas shopping. The kiss he gave had me hot and bothered throughout my entire shower and grooming routine until now. I rub my hands over my boobs to calm my nipples but stop when I realize I’m making it worse. Sighing, I sink down on my bed and pull out my phone.
Me: Distract me, please.
Chloe: I can’t believe tonight is the night!
Me: That’s not a distraction.
Chloe: Soooorry for not being a distraction on demand.
Me: ??
Chloe: So, I think Game of Thrones is an absolute waste of time.
I’m offended because she’s never even taken the time to watch one episode of the show, yet she has opinions? After a long text message, telling her how full of shit she is for trashing such a great show, I realize she gave me the distraction I needed.
Chloe: I’m not reading that essay you just wrote, and you’re welcome.
I’m not sure if I want to thank her or choke her because my next text melts my mind.
Jason: I’m out of the shower. Get your ass over here, now.”
Me: K
My excitement and low-level dread are leagues beyond ‘K’, but that’s all I have. My hand trembles as I lock my door. I ignore all my ‘strong woman’ inner objections to not run to dick because that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m beckoned by a big, beautiful dick, and I’m answering the call.
I don’t need to knock; Jason’s door swings open, and I’m being pulled inside. His hair is still wet, slicked back and looking almost black. His eyes are dark green, and his dick is tenting his towel.
I accept his kiss, loving how he always blitz attacks me. My nervousness melts into desire as Jason lifts me in his strong arms and presses me against his hard body. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I anchor myself to his delicious body. My hard nipples practically beg for Jason’s attention, but I don’t have to wait long. The air hits my body as Jason expertly removes and tosses my dress somewhere in his living room.
“You’re already naked for me, baby.”
He practically growls as he sucks a now very happy nipple into my mouth causing my whole body to shiver. Jason hasn’t tasted my nipples since that night his office. I love the way his tongue slides across the tight bud, but his teeth grazing me is next level.
