The desire I had to devour every part of her was growing stronger. The need to bury myself inside her heightened with every passing minute.
The clearing of a throat brought me back to the present, and I rose from the couch to offer Lucy the seat so we could start the day off right with a movie.
“Hey, guys! Streets are clearing up so I brou?—”
Oh no.
I snapped my mouth shut, refusing to say another word. Instead, I plastered the fakest half smile to my face, forgetting that the beard hid it entirely as heat spread across my cheeks inembarrassment. Marco stared at me with wide eyes and mouth agape. I snagged a pillow from the couch and held it over my junk.
“Do my tits look too pressed together?”
Fuck.
His sister barreled down the stairs in a naughty-fucking-elf-costume with her fingers threaded in her hair, braiding it. I smacked my palm against my face, hoping Marco wouldn’t turn around, but it was too late.
He scowled my way, hiding a burning gaze that made him look like he was going to kill me right here and now.
“What the fuck is this? You were supposed to be fixing things. Not boning my sister all weekend.”
He paced around the living room, rubbing the back of his neck and his eyes darting between us both as he tried to come up with a coherent thought.
My chest tightened, waiting for the gasket to explode, when his howls of laughter caught me off guard, and his hand flew out toward Lucy.
“You’re tainting my little sister, you sex crazed lunatic.”
“Nah, she wants to be on the naughty list. Don't you, Snowflake?”
She was horrified at the exchange, and I couldn't help it, cackling at the way she threw out the “No!”
Marco knew this day would come. I was glad we were able to rip the band-aid off early. Lucy appeared at my side, and I handed her a blanket so she could cover herself.
“M, I’m sorry, " she started, but I quickly interrupted.
“Don’t apologize to the bastard. He gave me the blessing to come up here. He knew exactly what was going to happen. If anything, it’s his fault.”
He covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, bumping into the side of the table as he made a play for the exit.
“I am so ashamed,” he teased. “ I–I can’t even look at you two right now.”
“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out, man,” I called after him, groaning when the fabric of the tight velvet shorts strangled my appendage.
“Yeah…I will, but first. This is gold. An open opportunity for when I need the upper hand.” Before we could blink, he snapped a photo, and my ears were red hot in embarrassment. “I wonder what Mom and Dad will say when they get this Christmas card,” he snickered.
“Fuck you,” I mumbled, turning to Lucy. “Help me out here. I’m begging you.”
She laughed. “Do you want to sit on Santa's lap, Marco? If you have been extra naughty, you may get a couple of pieces of coal in your ass on Christmas Eve.”
I rolled my eyes as Marco started for the door, making gagging sounds as the pair laughed at my suffering. When the door slammed shut, relief filled my chest.
Refocusing on Lucy, I stalked toward her, finally able to take in the full effect of the costume. The green body suit hugged her curves, and the fluffy white trim kissed tits that were definitely not “too-pushed-together”. Gravity-defying adjustable straps kept everything lifted, and a belt circled her waist. She would find out later that I had bought her some fishnets and a pair of heels to complete the ensemble.
Fuck me, she looks incredible.
I grabbed her hand and pressed it over my hardened cock. “See what you do to me, Lu? The thought of having you absolutely filled and forced to take it has me leaking with anticipation,” I growled. She was so beautiful, and I found the words trapped, leaving me with a half-cocked smile.
Lucy raised a brow, and I shattered, heart racing at the same rate as my thoughts. The young man with the stutter made his way to the surface when I attempted to speak. I wanted to say the words. The big three that would complicate things before they even began. Now wasn’t the right time, and I wanted tomake sure this was right. Lucy needed to know she was loved for more than the physical.
Stop.
