Honkers Under the Holly (The Cocky Kingmans)

7. Bangasmch

BANGASMCH

S ara Jayne was sparkling light and Christmas magic beneath me, her curves soft against my hands as I traced every beautiful inch of her. All those nights of holding back, pretending I didn’t want to kiss the spot where her neck met her shoulder, or run my fingers along the delicate stretch marks on her hips, the sides of her breasts, and her belly that were thin silver ribbons in the darkness—they all led to this moment.

“I want you too much. Why did I ever think we should take it slow?” she whispered, pulling me down for a kiss that fritzed out every brain cell I had. Her hands mapped the muscles of my back while I explored the sweet curve of her waist, the full roundness of her breasts, perfect in my palms.

“All I want right now is to explore every part of you I’ve spent the past few weeks memorizing.” I pressed kisses down her throat, loving how she arched into me.

“Every gorgeous inch.” My lips found the swell of her breast. “Every perfect curve.”

She shivered as my hands slid down to grip her hips, thumbs tracing those beautiful marks that told the story of her. Sara Jayne guided my hand between the plush swell of her thigh, guiding me to where she needed me the most. But since we’d waited this long, I was going to take my time lavishing attention on every spot from the top of her head to those delectable little toes.

“Let me, sweetheart.” I murmured against her skin. “I’ve spent too long fantasizing this for you to hurry me past any single part of you.”

She sucked in a soft breath. “You fantasize about me?”

“Oh, fuck yes, I do. Let me show you,” I whispered, trailing kisses down the soft swell of her stomach. “Let me show you exactly what has me on Santa’s naughty list this year.”

I swirled my tongue around her belly button, wanting to give her a hint at exactly what I was dying to do. Her soft belly deserved to be worshipped just as much as the rest of her. Someday I hoped to feel our baby growing right here.

Her curves filled my hands as I worshipped my way down between her thighs and reveled in the sweet gasp and guttural sigh when I finally spread her legs, revealing a carefully sculpted thatch of hair and a delightfully bare pussy.

The glow of all the Christmas lights outside our window painted her skin in golden light and shadows, making her look like something out of a dream—except she was real, gloriously real, and finally mine.

“This right here has definitely earned me some coal in my stocking.” The words fell between kisses and nips from the inside of one of her thighs to the other. I traced the curve of her inner thigh, licking my way up to the fullness of that plump pussy that was calling to me to revel in it. “Because I’ve definitely jacked off in the shower, imagining being right here, licking, and teasing, and tasting you, until you melt for me.”

“Mac...” Her voice caught as my lips found that most sensitive spot, and I sucked her swollen clit between my teeth. “Please...yes. I need you, I need more.”

I gave her exactly what she asked for and flicked my tongue over and over until her thighs were shaking and she was mumbling incomprehensibly... or actually, that might be German.

It was now my goal to get her to forget how to speak English because I fried her brain with my head between her legs. The way her moans were rising in pitch, she was close to coming, and I couldn’t wait to push her over the edge.

“ Mein gott. ” She slid one of her hands into my hair and gripped it tight. “ Oh, das fühlt sich so gut an. Genau da. Hor nicht auf.”

Later I was going to get her to teach me how to dirty talk in German too.

With one last move, I pushed two fingers inside her wet channel and that did it. She arched her back and her pussy clenched down hard on my fingers. “ Ja, ja, oh Gott, ja.”

My mind and body warred with whether I wanted to draw this orgasm out as long as I could, and crawling back up her body and finally getting to feel her pussy squeezing my cock like she was my fingers.

She made the decision for me, yanking me up to kiss me long and hard. I was absolutely loving how confident she was in her own sexuality, her body, and what she enjoyed. So many women I’d been with tried to hide themselves, wanted the lights out, or to leave some of their clothes on. Not my girl.

She fit herself against me, soft where I was hard, curves meeting angles like we were made for each other. When her legs wrapped around my hips, drawing me closer, the last threads of my control nearly snapped.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I breathed against her lips. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Mmm. I do want that, but it’s my turn.” She reached between our bodies and found my cock, giving it one hard stroke.

“If I knew how to swear in German, I would.” I couldn’t help but thrust into her hand even though I was far too turned on to let her touch me like this for very long. Not if I wanted to be inside of her tight pussy. And I very much wanted that. “But I promise, there are no turns. It makes me so fucking hot to see you come for me.”

“Which I did.” She swirled her fingers around my tip and my cock begged me to let her continue. “So now I want to make you come for me.”

“Oh, honey. I promise I will.” I grabbed her hand and pulled it back up, kissing her fingers. Then I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and pressed it into her hand. “But I want to come when I’m buried deep in your pretty pussy, and you’re milking me with your third or fourth or fifth orgasm.”

She waggled her eyebrows at me and slid the condom over my cock. “How did you know multiple orgasms are my favorite Christmas present?”

“Just because I’m on the naughty list doesn’t mean you’re not on the very, very good list.”

“Ooh. Call me a naughty girl and give me orgasms, and I’ll put you on my good list.”

I barely gave her a chance to finish that sentence before I had her hands over her head and my cock at the entrance of her pussy. “We are both going to have so much fun exploring every single one of those kinks you’ve been hiding from me, naughty girl.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I pushed just the tip of my cock in. Both of our eyes rolled back into our heads at the intensity of joining our bodies. But I took a deep breath and refocused on her. “Look at me, my sweet and sexy Sara Jayne. I want to see the swirls of lust in your eyes as I bury myself all the way into your wet pussy.”

A few blinks and she looked up at me through her lashes. I was already lost in her. Lost in her eyes, her body, and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in her love.

“That’s it.” So slowly and torturously for us both, I thrust forward until I was filling her up.

She groaned and her eyes fluttered shut again."Oh, holy Tannenbaum ."

I was taking that as a compliment. “You feel so fucking good. I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself and not be able to give you all those orgasms I promised before I lose my goddamn mind.”

There was no way I was going to come before she did, but it was going to be a close thing. She was too beautiful, her body too perfectly fit to mine, and my feelings for her too intense to be in control.

Sara Jayne wrapped her ankles around my ass and arched her back into me. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you. I’m giving myself to you, and I want only for you to do the same.”

Best. Christmas present. Ever.

Not just that she wanted me, wanted me to fuck her, but that she was the first person in my life to want me for me. I was the dutiful son to my parents until they didn’t need me anymore and flittered off to Florida. I was the all-star quarterback to my team until I was so injured I could never play again.

And I was the guy who made the deals and got the money for my clients, except there’d only ever been one client, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the agent I wanted to be.

But Sara Jayne didn’t want me for my skills, for what I could do for her. She wanted all of me, the good and the bad, the naughty and the nice.

“I’m yours, sweetheart. I’m yours.” I move my hips and together we found a rhythm that had us both racing toward all the pleasure and bliss we could give each other. A few more thrusts and I was so damn close to coming. I needed to push her over the edge.

I squeezed her hands over her heads tighter and buried my face into the crook of her neck, scraping my teeth across the soft skin of her neck . She moaned with each of my thrusts and her pussy tightened as her body tensed in anticipation of her climax. “That’s it. Come for me, naughty girl.”

“I need you to come with me.”

This fucking woman was so damn perfect. I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, my voice coming out broken and gravely. “Be a naughty girl and squeeze my cock hard. Make us both come with your hot pussy. Together.”

Before I even finished telling her what to do, her whole body clenched and exploded around me. She dragged me so hard into that orgasm that I wasn’t sure I would ever return. And I never wanted to.

The moment I could breathe again, could function, I rolled to the side, taking her with me so I didn’t squish her under my weight. We were both gasping in shaky breaths, and I was seeing the damn northern lights behind my eyes.

Sara Jayne wrapped her arms around me and started shaking. At first I was worried the epicness of that orgasm had put her into shock, but she was giggling. “I don’t know what that was, but it certainly wasn’t boring couple sex.”

I chuckled and stroked my hand through her hair, and she continued to lightly laugh against my chest. “Naughty girl sex is definitely not boring. You surprised me. I thought the kink was to be called a good girl.”

She pulled her up and smiled up at me in a way that had me wanting to roll right back over and fuck her all over again.

“I’ve been the good girl my whole life. Always working hard, doing what I’m told, trying to be what everyone wants me to be. But today, with jumping into that photoshoot like that... it felt... naughty. And I liked it. I know it wasn’t really, but I’m not sure that I would have had the... balls to do it a month, or even a couple of weeks ago.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. The moment I saw you trying to rescue a goose from the chopping block, I saw the deliciously naughty girl in you.”

“I was just trying to save him from being eaten.”

“Yeah, by chasing him through a busy beer tent, wrangling me along the way, and then turning him into a beloved media personality so he’d be safe for the rest of his life.”

She shrugged and grinned. “I mean... somebody had to.”

My delicious bad girl didn’t even realize how she’d simply been growing into being the deliciously authentic version of herself. “Besides, only a naughty girl would fake an engagement to save me and her goose from being homeless.”

“That was pretty naughty, wasn’t it?” Her eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips.

And then the two of us were very naughty together all over again.

Sunlight streaming through the French doors woke me to the perfect sight of Sara Jayne curled against my chest, her hair a golden mess across my pillow. Last night felt like a dream, but the warm weight of her in my arms was beautifully real.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Then buzzed again. And again.

Sara Jayne stirred, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “turn off the goose,” before snuggling closer.

I reached for the phone, trying not to disturb her. The notifications made me freeze.

Tommy Frayzer #HolidayProposal trending

Illustrated Sports drops behind-the-scenes footage of NFL star’s surprise proposal

L.A. Bandits’ running back engaged to plus-size model in viral Christmas shoot

“That’s... not good,” I muttered.

“Mmm?” Sara Jayne lifted her head, sleep-tousled and gorgeous. “What’s not good?”

I showed her the screen just as an email notification popped up. This one was from a major athletic wear brand I’d been trying to get interested in doing a sponsorship with Tommy for months. They were one of the top reasons I was trying to get Tommy a better image.

I guess sexy Santa settling down with a naughty but nice girl was the image they wanted.

“Oh, no.” She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. “The proposal shot. But it wasn’t real.”

“Try telling that to the internet.” I scrolled through the comments on Illustrated Sports InstaSnap post. “Everyone loves Tommy, the bad boy with a heart of gold, proposing to the curvy model who helped reform his image.”

“But we’re the ones who are...” she trailed off, biting her lip.

“Actually in love?” I pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Yeah, funny how that worked out.”

Sara Janye’s smile lit up the universe. “You’re... you... did you?”

“Say I was in love with you?” I sure as shit did. And I meant it. “Because I am. I love you Sara Jayne.”

She yanked me down for a soul deep kiss. “ Ich liebe Dich .”

I didn’t need an interpreter for that one.

Her phone started ringing, and Magda’s name flashed on the screen. Damn. We were in for... something. Magda thought Sara Jayne and I were engaged. She was going to either flip her lid or fire us from this house sitting job or, well, I had no idea. But we’d just gone from being the boring couple to something decidedly un-boring in the last twenty-four hours.

“Don’t answer it,” I said, but she was already reaching for it. I wanted to live in our little love bubble for just a smidgen longer.

“Magda, hi. I can explain—” She winced at whatever the woman who held her career in her hands was saying. “No, no, I’m not cheating on Mac, and I’m not engaged to Tommy. It was just part of the shoot. I’ll get it cleared up...”

She glanced over at me with wide, worried eyes and shook her head. This wasn’t going well. Shit. I had to do something to fix it. But what the hell that was, I had no idea.

Where was Sir Honksalot to the rescue with his particular brand of shattering any tension when you needed him?

“Yes, I know it’s all over... What? How many booking inquiries?”

I watched her eyes go from worried to wide with surprise at whatever number Magda was saying. She grabbed my arm and squeezed. Something big was happening, and it didn’t seem like it was anything bad.

Meanwhile, my own phone was blowing up with more inquiries of everything from a diamond ring company to pet food people suddenly very interested in Tommy’s wholesome new image. I turned my phone for Sara Jayne to see and I didn’t think her expressions could get anymore excited or surprised.

Sara Jayne hung up and we both just sat there stunned for a minute. “It’s like the entire world wants me and Tommy. Just because we got fake engaged? I don’t get it.”

“Babe, it’s not about the engagement... I don’t think. It’s the discoverability factor in being on the cover of Illustrated Sports. And...” this was going to kill me, but there was no way I was holding her back from a once in a lifetime opportunity to make her career, “I think you and Tommy shouldn’t correct the media. Just go with it, and ride the wave of popularity while you can.”

“What? No. I’m in love with you, remember?”

“Sweetheart. We both know that. I’m not going anywhere and my love isn’t some fragile thing that a few rumors or misunderstandings can break by people out there in the world that don’t matter. But this could be so good for your career, and honestly, Tommy’s too. This could give us both the boost we need in our careers.”

“Or it could blow up in our faces when everyone finds out it’s not real.”

She turned to face me, and even with this chaos brewing, all I could think about was how beautiful she looked wearing nothing but sunlight and my sheets. “That will not happen. You’ve already told Magda, and obviously Tommy knows. Those are the only people who could blow the secret. This will work.”

It had to.