Immediately Jessie stiffened.
Brandt kept kissing her neck, stroking the sensitive ring, pressing against the resistance. Using the wetness from her body, Brandt pushed his finger inside her anal passage, up to the second knuckle. He let her body get used to the intrusion before he began to move his finger. Fucking that tight hole in the same rhythm she was f**king him. The muscle clamped down on his finger and he groaned, imagining his c**k being squeezed so forcefully.
“Brandt, what are you doing?”
“Playin’. Seein’ how far you’ll let me go.”
“That’s far enough.”
He lightly scraped his teeth down her throat. “Okay. But I’ll point out that you like my finger teasin’
your ass while I’m licking your pu**y. You like my tongue teasin’ it while I’m licking your pu**y too.
Makes me wanna watch this sweet little hole stretching to take my cock. Don’t you want that?” He pumped his finger in and out, stopping to tease that ring, now that his finger had brought blood to those nerve endings.
“No. I’m, ah, not fond of anal sex. It hurts.”
It surprised him she and Luke had experimented with it, since Luke bragged he’d gone elsewhere to satisfy what he called his carnal needs.
“Doesn’t have to hurt. We could go slow. I bet I could make you like it.”
Jessie groaned as he flexed his hips and drove his c**k in deeper. “You probably could, but right now I’m liking this a whole bunch. I’m close, but I need it harder.”
He did too. He slapped her butt. “Get up for a second and turn around.”
The pleasure fog in her eyes cleared and she frowned at him. “I don’t think—”
Brandt laid a smacking kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna plow into your ass right now. If we switch to reverse cowgirl, I’ll be able to move better.” He kissed her again. “Faster.” One more soft smooch. “Harder.”
“God yes.” She scrambled off his dick so fast he laughed.
Scooting to the very edge of the couch, he repositioned her on his lap, facing forward, her knees by his hips. “Reach for the edge of the coffee table.” He pressed his hand over her mound, keeping her pelvis tilted so he could toy with her clit.
She pushed back into him as he drove forward. “This position should be called frogger with my legs like this,” she panted. “And I don’t like how my ass is in the air.”
“I love your ass in the air. It’s sexy.”
“It’s weird.
But Jessie’s tense body supported her statement. He stroked his thumb side to side on her clit in the way that made her forget everything but how good he could make her feel. “Come on, Jess. Let go. Let it take you.”
“I can’t. This feels too much like…we’re trying to be circus performers.”
Her words had the intended effect. He stopped moving. She pushed up to look at him. The uncertainty in her eyes was his undoing. As much as he loved to test their boundaries, their flexibility, there came a point when it wasn’t necessary, like now.
Somehow he got her turned around. Somehow in the mix of arms and legs and strangely angled bodies, and the tightly pulled thread of need tethering them together, they ended up on the floor. Face to face, skin to skin. He put his lips by her ear and breathed, “Jessie McKay, you own me,” and slid inside her.
Brandt rocked into her. Their pelvises moving in tandem. In opposition. In perfect synchronicity.
A rush of wetness coated his c**k and her cunt contracted around his shaft. He held still, letting her body drag him over the edge. He closed his eyes to lose himself in the moment. To lose himself in this woman he loved.
As soon as Brandt’s c**k quit pulsing and her contractions tapered off, Brandt lifted his head from where he’d buried it in the sweet spot of her neck.
She grinned. Wickedly. “On the floor beneath the tree on Christmas Eve afternoon, Mr. McKay?
Mmm. I feel so very naughty. Probably means Santa’s not coming tonight, huh?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I have a feeling Santa is coming a lot of times tonight.”
Chapter Twenty
“Merry Christmas,” Brandt whispered, nuzzling the back of Jessie’s head.
“Merry Christmas to you too.” She yawned. “What time is it?”
“Eight.”
She groaned and rolled away from his tempting body. “I told you not to wake me up until noon.”
“But somebody woke me up, so I wanted to spread the love.”
“Landon is up?”
“Yep.” Brandt scooted closer. “Which is a shame because I had great plans involving me tasting your sugar plum first thing this morning.” He whapped her on the rump and she yelped. “Get up. I already fed the animals. I made coffee. And a coffee cake.”
She whipped around so fast they almost bumped noses. “Excuse me? I must’ve had the covers over my ears. I thought I heard you say you made cake.”
Brandt smooched her chin. “I did.”
“You? Made…cake?”
“I have been cookin’ for myself for years, Jess, so I’m not totally helpless in the kitchen.”
“I didn’t say you were. I would’ve expected you to whip up scrambled eggs. Or oatmeal. But coffee cake?” Did he know how much she loved coffee cake? “What kind?”
“Caramel. It’s warm and gooey, because you know how much I love warm and gooey first thing in the mornin’.”
Jessie threw the covers back. “If you’re lyin’ to me Brandt McKay, so help me…”
“I’m not.” He tossed her a robe. “Come on. The boy is anxious to open his presents.”
“Which boy?” she asked his retreating back.
He turned around and grinned. “Both of ’em.”
Landon raced over and slammed into her knees. He had two speeds, full throttle and idle. She swooped him up. “Merry Christmas, lil’ buckaroo. Should we see if Uncle Brandt’s cake is edible?”
“Yef.”
“So agreeable.” She couldn’t resist nuzzling him. He smelled like baby shampoo, orange juice and little boy.
Breakfast was fast. Jessie inhaled two pieces of coffee cake and settled in the living room with her new mug that Santa had left for her by the coffee pot.
Brandt demonstrated how to rip into wrapping paper and it was over. Landon shrieked while shredding every last inch of Christmas paper from his gifts. Brandt had gone a little overboard buying presents, but he had almost as much fun watching Landon rip the paper as Landon did shredding it.