Merry Mix-Up (Holiday Hearts)

19. Jade

19

JADE

N ewt was so amazing. He made me a bowl of soup and some grilled cheese, though I really didn't need the special treatment. I hadn't eaten, but only because I had no appetite. Boredom did that to me. I found myself doom scrolling or sleeping to kill time. Just getting out of the house after feeling cooped up all day was nice. But being with him was nicer.

"Thank you," I told him as I slurped bites of soup and nibbled on the grilled cheese. He was busy enjoying his own bowl of soup, but he smiled over the rim as he tipped it to his lips to sip.

"You're welcome," he grunted as he set the empty bowl down and wiped his mouth. "Is it good?"

The canned concoction was no better or worse than the brand I typically bought, but the fact that I hadn't had to cook for myself, and he was my company, made it seem like a gourmet feast.

"It was delicious, thank you." I took another bite, though I was starting to get full already. Pretending to be sick sucked, but it had helped me avoid Derek. Amber must have put him on a leash or something. Otherwise, he'd have shown up at my apartment demanding to be let in. As it was, I had to leave my car out front just in case he drove past the place and thought I wasn't home. Amber told him I was so sick that I had demanded no one come by. If he saw my car gone, he'd be standing there banging.

"Not being able to see you for almost forty-eight hours was torture," Newt said, taking my hand. He hadn't brought up the "exclusivity" conversation yet, but I wasn’t sure what to tell him if he did. I wanted more than anything to say yes, but I felt he deserved an explanation first. Even if it blew things up with Naomi, I wanted him to know what Amber and I were doing and I wanted him to hear it from me.

"Torture? You're that addicted to me?" I joked, and I chuckled so hard I almost snorted like Amber when she got to laughing hard.

"Yes, and I need a fix…" He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "And I don't just mean sex." Newt sighed and had a dreamy look in his eye, one that was so unnatural for a man, I could almost tell what he was going to say before he opened his mouth and said, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Amber."

I had to force myself not to wince when he said my sister's name. It took a lot of mental focus to keep my smile looking genuine and not fake, but once the initial shock of hearing her name wore off, the surprising warmth of affection swelled in my chest. I was falling for him too, so hard it was going to hurt like hell if this didn’t work out.

"Newt, I…." I struggled, desperately needing him to know I was Jade and not Amber, but my mind wrestled with the idea that if I told him and he knew we were going behind his sister's back, he'd be hurt anyway.

"It's okay. I know you might feel like this is going too fast, but I just needed to say that. You make me different, Mav." The use of the nickname was even starting to have the same effect on me. I wanted so badly to hear my name on his lips. "When I'm around you, I feel calm and confident and full. And when you're not around me I feel, like, this desperation to get to you and see you and make sure this is real."

I chuckled as his honest confession of affection for me momentarily distracted me from the racing thoughts. "I think you've been watching one too many Christmas romances." I tried to pull my hand away from his, but he gripped it harder.

"Well, call it Christmas magic or something, whatever you want. I need to know you feel the same way, that I'm not reading into this too much." He pulled my arm, and I leaned forward, but when he pulled harder, I got the point. He wanted me to sit on his lap the way I had that night only two weeks ago when his dad walked in on us making out.

So I stood and straddled him, resting my hands on his shoulders and trying to remember that I was supposed to be playing sick. I was the furthest thing from sick. I was horny and my heart felt clingy, and I wanted to lose myself with him.

"I don't think you're crazy, Newt. I feel it too." As I lowered onto his lap, he gripped my ass and pulled me closer. But I had my own confession, and it wasn't a confession of love. It was something that might nuke the moment. "But there's something I need you to know."

His hands slid up my back under the sweater I wore and their warmth spread through my body like wildfire. I swallowed hard as he found the hook for my bra and undid it. Then I chewed the inside of my cheek as his hands slid around the front of my body to cup my breasts.

"I know, you hate your name, and you don’t want me to say it while we're doing this." His voice was so smooth and buttery, I felt bad breaking the chemistry of the moment. I almost whimpered at the idea that he loved me and I was going to ruin it.

"Yes, but…" I protested as he kneaded my tits and pinched my nipples.

"I'll call you whatever you want," Newt purred and nipped at my chin. "What do you think about ‘baby’? You like that pet name?"

This time, I did whimper. Amber hated that pet name, but just hearing it did something to me. It made me melt inside that he was so perfect for me, and I found myself looking down to let him claim a kiss. My core was on fire, juices puddling in my panties, and any thought of pretending to be sick was gone now.

"Fuck, I want to be your baby so bad," I groaned, and I meant it. I felt like this was the realest I'd ever been with him. "I want to be your only baby forever, Newt."

He purred into the shell of my ear, his callused hand palming my core through my panties. "That's my girl," he growled. "Now, let's see to your other needs." Then his lips were on mine, his tongue teasing mine as his hands worked the fly of my pants. He kissed me so hungrily, like he was starved for me. The way his tongue twisted with mine made me moan into his mouth.

Newt then trailed kisses down my jaw to my neck, licking and sucking. I arched into him, needing more contact. His hands expertly unbuttoned my pants, and then he was on his knees in front of me with my ass perched on the edge of the table, tugging them down my legs.

"Holy shit," Newt muttered as he gaped at my lacy panties. "I need you so bad, baby." He groaned and ran his thumbs along the wet material, smearing my arousal on my inner thighs before leaning down to kiss my skin and lick the moisture through the material. I shuddered and hissed and firmly planted the heels of my hands on the edge of the table for support. I was scalding, so hot I felt like tearing the sweater off, but to do so would have me sliding off the table onto his face.

There was no denying it. The way he stroked my thighs made my knees shake and I clutched at the table for support. Slowly, he peeled the panties down my legs, the lace catching on my heels as he did. Then he kissed me from knee to groin on one leg, then the other mercilessly teasing.

“Fuck, I can’t take this,” I said, and he chuckled a deep baritone that made me clench with need. Any thought of confessing our twin-swap was out now, at least for the moment. The insatiable lust searing through my body had to be quenched first.

The first touch of his tongue to my sensitive parts was like a lightning bolt making me jolt and almost scream with pleasure. I laced my fingers through his hair as he licked and sucked.

“Oh, God, Newt,” I panted, my hips bucking into his face. His low growl of approval spurred me on.

I tightened my grip on his hair as he lapped at my clit, circling it before flicking it with his tongue in quick strokes. My breaths were coming in pants and my eyes were squeezed shut as I rocked my hips against him. He knew exactly how I liked it, as if he’d done this a million times before.

My climax built steadily like an approaching thunderstorm, the pressure between my legs coiling and tightening. “Fuck, Newt, I’m gonna come,” I panted and ground against him.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he purred against my folds, his hot breath sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my core. But when he put his fingers in my slit, I lost control. The thrusting and stroking made my coil snap like a cheap guitar string. I convulsed and clenched and clawed at his scalp, praying his parents wouldn’t come home from the pageant early and walk in on us fucking like horny teenagers.

The bliss was blinding, crashing over me like rapids and breakers. The rip current of pleasure chewed me up and spat me back on shore, only to suck me in deeper the next time. It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had in my life and I never wanted it to end.

It was only when my heart rate had returned to something resembling normal that I became aware of Newt standing before me, his cock hard and straining against his pants. His face was flushed and his chest heaving with exertion. My juices glistened on his chin, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.

“Your turn,” I said and tugged him closer, unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and hot and leaking. I ran my tongue along the underside, tasting him, then took him in my mouth. I sucked and licked and teased him, all the while feeling so connected to him that I was lost in the moment.

He groaned and bucked his cock into my mouth as I sucked. I massaged his balls and worked my way down the shaft. I could taste him now, the musky sweat and salt. He was all mine.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he shoved his pants down, giving me more room to work. But he forced my mouth away from him as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the pile of clothing. “You’re getting me too worked up, baby. I need a sec.” His naughty grin as he bent to take his wallet out of his pants pocket was cheeky. It made me smile too, wondering what he was thinking.

I pulled my sweater off, thankful for the chill of the slight draft in the kitchen as I shed my final vestments and he tore open a condom and rolled it on. Then he used one hand to reach over his back and pull his shirt up over his head and off. I expected him to bend me over the table or something, but he took my hand and sat down.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this since that night Dad interrupted our kiss.” He pulled me closer, and I smirked.

“You want me to ride you right here on this kitchen chair?” I snickered as I let him pull me onto his lap where his sheathed cock slid between my wet folds.

“Yes, and then again in bed. And maybe I can bend you over the clawfoot tub upstairs.” Newt pulled my mouth against his, and I felt his hips rock upward against my pelvis. The need in my core was returning, building a raging inferno that needed dousing.

I lowered myself onto his cock and a grunt of satisfaction escaped my lips. Holy fuck, it felt good, his dick filling me to the hilt. I rocked my hips and moaned as he wrapped his arms around my hips to guide me up and down.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped as he pumped into me, grinding his pelvis against mine. I put my hands on his pecs for leverage and bounced on him, my pussy clenching around him.

“G–God, baby,” he gasped. “I love the way you feel.” I rocked my hips against his, grinding my clit against his pubic bone as he picked up the pace. The sensations were so powerful, I couldn’t breathe right.

Newt hiked me up higher, angling himself so deep inside me that I thought I would shatter as our bodies slammed together with fury. The chair creaked in protest, but all I could focus on was the building pressure and the way his dick felt, hard and throbbing inside me.

“I–I’m…” I panted, my orgasm bearing down like a freight train. I closed my eyes and clenched around him as I convulsed. “Fuck!” I grunted as a white-hot cascade of pleasure washed over me and my nails dug into his skin. Every muscle in my body contracted at the same time, milking him, and my stomach began to spasm and twitch.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, and his hips bucked furiously. He locked his arms around my waist as his body found release too, shuddering and shaking. I wished I could feel the heat of his explosion, but the sensation of his mouth encircling one of my nipples was enough distraction to allow me to enjoy the final few convulsions of orgasm before I drooped onto his shoulder, heaving.

"My God, you're incredible," I breathed out, and I meant it in every sense possible. My body was sated and starving at the same time, and my heart was full.

"Just wait for round two," he whispered, and I felt him kiss the top of my shoulder. It was enough just to be near him, but knowing he wanted to make me feel this amazing all over again made me smile.

"Okay, but in your bedroom this time. I don't want to shock your parents into heart attacks." I reluctantly climbed off him and his dick slid out of my body. I couldn’t tell him now, not tonight. But I knew I had to.

I owed it to him. I just couldn't ruin this precious moment, not when my heart finally felt one with his. I loved the pet name he gave me. Maybe it was that reason I believed we could possibly pull through this. Or maybe I was still kidding myself. It was yet to be determined.