A Very Naughty Xmas Page 8

  “Quiet, big guy. You’ve got enough thunder to keep this house rocking for two weeks straight. Now get over here and give it all to me.”

  That was the thing about Jack; he took direction well in bed. Everywhere else, Jack was in command. But in their bedroom, even though he’d tied her up, he liked her to boss him around as much as he liked to do it to her. They were a good match that way. As were their bodies. In particular, her mouth and his cock.

  “Come on, Jack, no holding out on me.”

  “You got that right.” He raised her head and stuffed his cock into her mouth.

  God, he tasted amazing. He had a certain flavor that could turn her on quicker, faster, harder than anyone else.

  “How’s that, Deb?”

  She grunted around his throbbing shaft. That was one thing they had to work on; talking wasn’t really possible while blowing him, but then, Jack didn’t really require the words. A few moans, a couple of happy groans, and he was good to go.

  And, God, was he. His dick was hard beneath its velvety surface, and he worked it so well between her lips, the smooth head sliding off the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat. It’d taken her a while to be able to take all of him; Jack had been given quite the gift by Mother Nature. One he was more than willing to share with her. And, after all, this was the season of giving.

  She gave him good head and Jack groaned as he slipped down the back of her throat. She had to relax her throat muscles but it was a skill he greatly appreciated.

  And she appreciated his reaction.

  He gripped her hair and held on, relieving the weight on her neck so she wouldn’t have to worry about it. She didn’t mind the pain, liked it actually. Kept her focused on him rather than what this was doing to her.

  But, oh, what it was doing to her.

  “That’s it, babe. Take all of me.”

  She would. Anywhere. Anytime.

  She ran her tongue along the thick vein, knowing how much he liked that.

  He hissed his appreciation and jerked his hips, sending his dick bumping against the roof of her mouth.

  She tightened her lips around the base, sucking harder.

  He pumped then, his balls sliding on the satin sheets. He loved the sensation so they’d bought them for not only the house overlooking the canyon, but their mountain home, too.

  “Aw, that’s it, babe. Suck me. Your mouth is amazing.”

  It certainly felt amazing having him in her. She’d take him anywhere: in her mouth, between her breasts, in her pussy, anally… They’d practiced that last one a lot recently and she had to say that practice did make perfect.

  Jack slid his hand over her ass.

  Debra shivered. She wanted him to fuck her there. Being on her stomach, her legs spread, at his mercy… yeah, she wanted Jack to take her like that.

  “Where do you want me, sweetheart?” he whispered, feathering his fingers over the sensitive flesh on her butt. He ran them along her cleft. “Your ass? Or your pussy?”

  She mewled something around his dick though Jack didn’t needed clarity. He’d fuck her wherever he chose and she’d like it.

  Oh how she’d like it.

  Her juices slipped from her channel and she pressed her mound into the sheet.

  “Ah, impatient are we?”

  She ran her tongue along the vein again then around the rim.

  “Jesus.” He fell forward, planting his palms on the mattress behind her.

  His dick pressed down on her tongue like a tongue depressor, and reflexively, Debra swallowed.

  “Oh my God, Deb, what is that?” He jerked his hips and his dick circled in her mouth. “Keep doing it.”

  She wasn’t quite sure what it was she was doing, but, hey, if Jack wanted it, she’d do her best.

  She tilted her chin down and his dick bottomed out on her tongue.

  “Yeah, babe, that’s amazing.”

  She flicked the tip of her tongue along the bottom of his shaft and Jack again hissed his appreciation. He gripped her ass with one hand. Really gripped it.

  She clenched that sensitive flesh. She needed something in her.

  “Plug,” she said around his dick.

  “Huh?” His cock jerked. “Oh. Yeah. Good idea. Hang on.”

  She certainly wasn’t about to let go.

  Jack leaned to the right, stretching his rock hard abs to get to the drawer. His cock slid out a little but she only sucked harder.

  “Man, Deb, that is amazing.”

  It so was.

  He fumbled with the drawer—gasped when she rubbed the flat of her tongue along the sensitive head—and he pulled out one of their toys, then drew it down her spine. “Oh, baby, you’re going to love this.”

  She shivered. Jack had found the best toys online and he never tired of using them on her.

  He slipped it down to her ass, probing her sensitive flesh.

  It was the curved one. Oh, God, what that one could do to her…

  “You want it?”

  She nodded—knowing what her mouth rocking against him would do to him, But yeah, she wanted that toy in her. Now.

  She bared her teeth and scraped them gently along his shaft.

  She got the reaction she wanted.

  He slicked the butt plug along her pussy, coating it with her juices, then slid it into her ass nice and quick, just how she liked him to take her, and her pussy flooded with her cream.

  Jake’s fingers found it.

  He probed her lips, sliding his fingers along the sides, tickling her passage, teasing her, but never thrusting inside, making her ache and swell so much that she was moaning around his cock.

  “Ah, so impatient, sweetheart. Relax. I’ll get you off. You know that.”

  That was half the problem. She knew just how well Jack could get her off and her body wanted it. It wanted him.

  He brought his fingers to his mouth. She could watch him in her peripheral vision and he made a big production of licking her from them.

  “God, you taste amazing. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and drink you dry.”

  Her pussy flooded again. Jake would do it, too. He’d once eaten her for over two hours. Two hours in which she’d been a writhing, begging, pleading mass of nerve endings who’d been sobbing for release. When he’d finally gotten her off, she’d come so hard she’d thought she’d never come again.

  Oh how wrong she’d been.

  But that day lived on in their memories. There were a few of those extraordinary lovemaking sessions. Debra was determined that they’d add another one to their mental keeper shelf this Christmas.

  She wiggled her butt. Jack was definitely a butt man.

  “Keep that up, Deb, and I’m going to have to spank you.”

  Her pussy swelled again. The sharp sting of his palm, especially when she had a toy in her, could do things to her that were the farthest thing from punishment.

  “You want me to do that, don’t you?”

  She looked up at him, saw the fire in his gaze, the barely controlled passion as sweat dotted his body, his teeth gritted with the control he had to exert to keep from fucking her mouth so hard and long that he’d gag her and still not be able to stop.

  She loved when he lost control .

  But Jack was all about control. Rarely did he lose it. Usually it took a couple glasses of wine, some porn—their own—and a few tricky maneuvers she’d practiced until she’d gotten them just right to get him to lose it.

  She wanted him to lose it this Christmas, preferably with the gift she was going to give him…

  “Do that again, Deb. Your teeth.” He slid his hand to her knee that was closest to him and drew it up.

  The scarf tightened around her ankle and she flexed her foot.

  “Too tight?”

  She shook her head, smiling when Jack sucked in another harsh breath. He liked when she mouthed him like that.

  He walked his fingers down her thigh.

  She wiggled with anticipat
ion, sucking him more.

  “Don’t think swallowing me is going to get you off any sooner, sweetheart.” He slid his dick out until just the tip was still between her lips. “You have to work for it.”

  He rammed back in.

  God, she loved when he did that. He was so big and so hard that she felt the force of his thrust all through her, and with her pussy spread as it was, she wanted to feel it. Needed to.

  She better get him off fast, because she wanted his big, thick cock stuffed inside her so fast and hard and far and long, from the back, from the front, standing, sitting, she didn’t care. She had to get Jack into her body.

  She rimmed his head with her teeth and wriggled her tongue against his slit. Ah, there, his pre-cum. Jack could never resist giving her a taste when she did this to him.

  “You . Aren’t. Playing. Fair.”

  That’s because she wasn’t playing. She was dead serious about getting him off—then getting him on—on her.

  She circled her tongue around his head, thrusting back against it when he tried to push it farther into her mouth.

  “Please, Deb.”

  She pleased.

  “Take me in. Let me in.”

  She would. In her own sweet time.

  One half inch at a time.

  “Oh.”

  She sucked in another half inch.

  “My.”

  And another.

  “God.”

  Jack’s arms were shaking as he held her head and her leg, his fingers trembling against her cheek. Both sets of them.

  She took in more of him. This time, a whole inch.

  Seven more to go.

  “Deb.” Jack’s cry was hoarse. Pleading. Her big, strong, manly husband begging for what only she could give him.

  She might be the one tied up physically, but she’d tied him up in other ways, gladly tangling herself up with him.

  She took in another inch. Jack had been a very good boy.’ He deserved that much.

  And then maybe some more.

  He let go of her leg and brought that hand to her mouth, running his fingers over her lips where they met his cock, and she looked up to see his eyes so darkly brown they could be black. He licked his lips.

  “You look so goddammed amazing right now with my cock in your mouth. Your soft pink lips surrounding me. Sucking me.”

  She sucked some more.

  Jack’s head fell back and he surged into her mouth. “Oh, my God, Debra, please, baby. Please just suck and suck and don’t stop. I want to pour my cum down your throat.”

  That’s what she wanted, too. Jack was delicious in every sense of the word.

  She took his next thrust. And the next. His head was thrown back and his back arched and he was holding her head with both hands, fucking her mouth, his balls constricting as his cock grew thicker.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it. That’s it.” His breathing came fast and shallow, his fingers grasping, and he drew her to him. Then pulled her away. Then drew her to him again, over and over, fucking her mouth, her face, her, as if she existed solely for his pleasure.

  Right this moment, she so did.

  And then he came. Filled her mouth with his hot, salty, amazing flavor, the thick fluid coating her tongue, and she drank in the very essence of her husband.

  “Yes, sweetheart.” His voice was harsh, the words tortured pleasure. “God, yes.”

  His balls constricted against her arm, his cock throbbing its goodness into her mouth and Debra couldn’t take her eyes off the beauty that was Jack when he came, his abs standing out in stark relief beneath that smooth skin and the soft patch of hair that led right down to where she was just now, his chest—his gorgeous sculpted chest—heaving as he tried to catch the breath she’d stolen from him.

  “Ah, baby….” He grimaced as another flick of her tongue jerked more cum from him. “What would I do without you?”

  She lapped up the remaining flow then drew back along his length, earning his hiss the entire way. She circled her tongue on the head then released him into the cool air.

  Another hiss. She smiled. That switch from hot to cold was its own sort of pleasure/pain.

  “Let’s hope you never have to find out what you’d do without me, Jack. But I can tell you right now, if you don’t do me, you just might have to.”

  He was on her so fast, his face stuffed between her legs, she barely saw him move.

  But, oh, did she feel him.

  His tongue was everywhere, licking from her clit right up to that plug, probing everywhere in between. His fingers were just as busy, parting her, stroking her, fucking her… Jack had taken that time he’d brought his friend, David, to their bed to heart and tried to be everywhere and everything to her.

  She’d told him he already was.

  He slid his hands under her hips and tugged her toward the end of the bed, as far as the ties around her wrists would allow, his tongue thrusting up inside of her.

  Debra worked her knees under her and managed to push back into him.

  He growled against her and the vibration sent pleasure rippling along her lips.

  “Eat me, Jack. Make me come.”

  He growled again and slid his tongue along her clit.

  God, when he did that, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him—if she could move, that was. He’d rendered her immobile and she could only focus on the tight, sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

  He did it again.

  Her stomach hitched, that sweet punch-in-the-gut of desire, something so many of her friends had complained they’d lost for their husbands. Not her; Jack did this to her every single time.

  She bowed her back, raising her ass so he could have better access, and Jack, clever boy, slid his hand up along her stomach to find her breast. He flattened his palm to it, then squeezed.

  Just what she needed.

  Debra rubbed against his hand. The friction drove her nuts, one more sensation in a sea of them.

  Then he wiggled the plug in her ass.

  Ohmygod.

  Debra felt her orgasm start. That damned curved end did it to her every time, rubbing up against that thin wall between her ass and her pussy, and she couldn’t hold back. Jack could get her off just from playing with that sensitive area and he knew it.

  He wiggled the plug again. Then he fucked her with it, all the while his tongue licking her clit with hard, quick strokes, never giving her a moment to breathe.

  Not that she would’ve been able to anyway.

  She rode his tongue. Clenched her ass around the plug. Grabbed hold of the scarves holding her arms in place to lift up just enough to rub her nipple back and forth over his calloused hand.

  “Ah, yes, Jack. That’s it, baby.” Her words were soft because of her lack of breath, but Jack knew what she said. They understood each other that way.

  He slid his thumb down along her slit and pushed it inside her pussy.

  He fucked her in both holes, his tongue working her clit and his fingers plucking at her nipple. She was the luckiest woman in the world to have such a talented and dedicated lover.

  Then he rubbed the sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass from the inside and pressed down on the plug.

  She got off like a rocket. One minute she was riding up to that wave, building the tension, and the next, she was diving over it, every nerve in her body screaming with release as Jack held on to her nipple and pulled, elongating it in that painfully erotic way she loved. He tongued her clit so fast and hard she couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the other began and his fingers rubbed her in the most perfect rhythm that had her pushing back against him and she came.

  Jack groaned as he lapped up her juices. She could picture him doing it—he’d eaten her out enough from the front that the image in her head only added to her excitement.

  Then he switched to her other breast and the orgasm hit her all over again.

  Debra strained against her scarves, thankful for them because they
gave her something to hold on to as her world shot off in all different directions, colors bursting behind her eyelids, every pounding beat of her heart centered between her legs where Jack’s tongue was relentless, taking her as she came until, finally, she had nothing left. Not an ounce of strength, barely a thought in her head, and she fell onto the bed, utterly replete.

  Chapter 2

  “So what do you want to do today?” Jack whispered in her ear as if they’d just had their morning coffee while he released the wrist closest to him from its bonds.

  “You mean we didn’t just do it?”

  He kissed the sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. The one guaranteed to make her shiver.

  Though, come to think of it, wherever Jack kissed her was guaranteed to make her shiver.

  He untied her other wrist. “Sweetheart, you know I could stay here and make love to you all day, but I thought you might have some last-minute shopping to do.”

  It was a joke with them; she was an event planner and planned dozens of events at the same time, months in advance, but she couldn’t seem to apply that same logic and practice to her real life. She was always running behind schedule. She’d said more than once that she was going to have “If she’d only had fifteen more minutes” engraved on her tombstone. If she could find the time to pre-order it.

  “Fine.” She kept her arms over her head and rolled over, sighing, knowing exactly what that would do to her breasts.

  And exactly how Jack would react.

  She was right; his eyes flared.

  “God, woman, you are gorgeous.” He ran his fingers over her breast, pausing on her nipple a little longer than a mere brush-by. “On second thought—”

  She sat up and reached down to undo one of her ankles. “Hold that second thought until tonight. You’re right. I do have some shopping to do.”

  “So where are we going?” He undid the other one then handed over her robe. A pointless gesture given that modesty was out the window with what they’d just done, but he’d bought that robe for her on the business trip to Tokyo. Pure silk and the color of her eyes. He liked to see her in it.

  He also liked to peel it off of her.

  She cinched up the sash and headed toward the bathroom. “We aren’t headed anywhere. Amanda and I are. It’s a girls’ day.”