“Mmm,” he hums. “I think I’m starting to get in the Christmas spirit now, Tess.”
I roll my eyes closed, and he chuckles.
“Who would’ve thought all it took was a peppermint candy cane and your sweet pussy to get rid of the Scrooge in me?”
“Clay,” I exhale heavily. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He smirks.
He slides down farther until his face is pressed between my legs. I barely have time to overthink the fact that Clay Barlowe’smouth is mere inches away from my pussy before he swipes his tongue through my folds and groans.
“Jesus, fuck baby.” He hums, pulling away, replacing his mouth with the candy cane.
This time, when he slips the tip inside me, my eyes roll back, and heat warms my cheeks at the thought of Clay fucking me with the candy cane.
“Oh God,” I moan, my body trembling. Before I even realize it’s happening, my release rolls through me, causing my back to bow.
Clay replaces the candy cane with his fingers, hooking them just right to extend the pleasure coursing through me until I slump against the bed.
The candy cane crashes as he tosses it onto the nightstand again, has my eyes snap open, taking in the sight of him pushing his sweats over his hips until his dick springs free.
He wraps his large hand around his hard length, making my mouth water at the sight.
I can see the moment he realizes he doesn’t have any more condoms, and a flash of disappointment flickers on his face.
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control anyway. I trust you.”
If I had thought about saying this before this very moment, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage, but it’s the desperation for him that takes over.
It must be enough for him, though, because he kicks his pants the rest of the way off and climbs onto the bed between my legs.
Clay grips my thighs, moving them until they’re pinned against my chest. He brushes the thick head of his dick through my folds before slapping it against my clit.
The wet smacking sound causes my core to clench, and I groan. “Fuck me. Please. I need it. I need to feel you.”
“If only our families knew how dirty sweet little Tessa is. Say it again. I want to hear you beg for me.”
I can’t help the way my body trembles again, and it has nothing to do with the cold temperatures.
My eyes flick down to where Clay’s hand continues to grip his dick, brushing his thumb over the tip.
“Say it again.” His nostrils flare. “I want to hear sweet Tessa beg for my cock before I dirty her up.”
“Please, Clay.” I wiggle beneath him, and his eyes drop to my pussy and the way I clench for him. “Please fuck me. Dirty me up and ruin me for anyone else.”
He pushes the tip of his dick inside me, and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“God damn, you’re so fucking tight. So damn wet. It’s me who’s gonna be ruined after this.”
“Yes, do it. Ruin me. Give me everything you have.”
His hips are like a rubber band, and they snap all too quickly, thrusting deep inside me until he bottoms out.
A low moan escapes my lips, and Clay reaches between us, pushing two fingers into my mouth to try to muffle the sound.
I hum at the salty taste of my orgasm from a few minutes ago on his skin. When Clay realizes what he’s done, it’s like the thought unleashes an animal as he pulls out and quickly thrusts back in.
His hips piston into me with such force that the bed starts to groan and the headboard thumps against the wall, but neither of us seems to care anymore. The thought of what we’re doing, of us being caught, is like a tipping point, so when Clay pulls his fingers from my mouth and uses the wetness to brush over my clit, it sets me off like a ticking time bomb.
