a good boyfriend, don’t I deserve an early Christmas present?”
“Didn’t I give that to you four days ago?”
I laughed at the way she quirked her eyebrow. Four days ago, I’d taken her to the ballet again as her Christmas present. The Nutcracker. Turned out, I wasn’t a fan. Bored, I’d nodded off. Next thing I knew, Jane was waking me and telling me to follow her out of the theater, but to wait two minutes before I did.
“I’ll be in the ladies’ restroom on this level.”
Instead of sitting through the rest of The Nutcracker, I’d fucked my girlfriend in the empty restroom. I’d bent her over the sink, while she’d held my gaze in the mirror above it, and I’d thrust in and out of her, mindless with want. Jane was so into it, she came harder than I’d ever felt her come. I had to cover her mouth so no one would hear us.
I felt myself getting hard just remembering it.
“That was my Christmas present to you.”
She guffawed. “Oh, baby.” She shook her head, pouting condescendingly. “When a guy’s girlfriend gives it to him in a public place, it’s always her gift to him. In fact, let’s broaden that. When a guy’s girlfriend lets him do anything sexual to her, it’s always her gift to him.”
Shaking with laughter at the cocky little brat, I squeezed her hips and ground her over my throbbing dick, loving the little hitch in her breathing. “Yeah? So, all those times I’ve made you come so hard you lose your mind, they weren’t gifts from me to you?”
“Well …” She considered this as she undulated in my lap. My grip on her tightened and I hissed through my teeth as my pleasure sharpened. “I think maybe I need you to do it again, so I can decide.”
I jumped off the stool, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, biting her lip between her teeth. When I didn’t start walking her upstairs, I saw her eyebrows furrow with confusion. I rested her on the edge of the dining table and pulled savagely at her pajama shorts.
My jeans and boxers were around my ankles by the time she gasped, “Jamie, here?”
Her shock was edged with excitement. I crushed my mouth down over hers and thrust into her tight, sleek, warm heat. Our lips parted as we groaned together.
“Anyone could walk in,” I grunted, fucking into her and feeling her pussy ripple around me at the words.
Her fingers bit into my waist as she tried to lift her hips off the table to meet mine, but I gripped them, holding her still so I could slam into her at the angle I knew would blow her mind.
“Anyone passes on the street and looks in, they’ll see me fucking you, baby,” I panted. “They’ll see how much you love taking my dick.”
Just with those words, she shuddered against me as she climaxed.
It only took a couple more drives inside her and I followed her into heaven.
Grabbing her by the nape, I kissed her deep and wet, already needing her again. Gathering her in my arms, I carried her upstairs to my room and laid her down on our bed. As we kissed and petted and caressed, I felt her wet on my fingers and lost myself in her all over again.
I made love to her, our eyes locked, gliding gently in and out of her beautiful body, lost in our private world. “Jane, I’m coming, baby,” I huffed against her lips, and slipped my hand between us to help her reach climax before me.
Not too much later, she came, gasping my name against my mouth. I kissed her deep and hungry as I throbbed inside her.
“Jesus Christ!” Someone hammered against my bedroom door seconds after I melted into Jane. “Is that all you two ever do?”
My girl tensed at Skye’s interruption. Maybe because of the irritation in my big sister’s tone, or the humiliation of her overhearing us, or the fact that my sister sounded like she was slurring.
“Fuck.”
We heard something fall in the hall seconds before Skye’s bedroom door slammed. Jane stared at me wide-eyed.
“You okay?” Anger coursed through me.
“Jamie … was she … did she sound …”
“Drunk?” I gently eased out of Jane and launched off the bed. “Yeah, she did. Wait here.”
“Maybe you should give her some time.” Jane sat up as I pulled on my underwear and jeans.
“Time?” I cut my girlfriend an incredulous look. “It’s Christmas Eve. Lorna’s home. And Skye decides