He ended our kiss but didn’t pull his face away from mine. His lips remained close to mine and when he spoke, warm breath hit me and sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me. “Feels so fucking good,” he growled, and squeezed my ass before letting his hands roam over my body, up to my hips and then my breasts before trailing them down to the bottom of the t-shirt I was wearing. It was his t-shirt and he removed it in one quick movement, and threw it on the floor.
His eyes slid over my naked body and I felt them everywhere; felt the desire they traced as he took his sweet time looking at me. J never seemed to tire of this and I reveled in it; I loved that he got so much pleasure out of simply watching me.
I reached out and slowly unzipped his jeans. When my hands lightly brushed over his skin he sucked in a breath. After I had his zip undone, I pulled his jeans down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, out of our way. I moved closer to him so that we were skin to skin, and took his cock in my hand and stroked him. His hands moved over my ass and he dropped his head onto my shoulder as I continued to pleasure him. I could hear his ragged breathing and feel his body begin to jerk as his cock grew even harder.
“Fuck. Won’t be long,” he muttered and lifted his head, our eyes meeting.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” I whispered, keeping the momentum going with his cock.
Suddenly, he moved my hand away from him and lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around him. He walked me to the bed and deposited me on it. “I need to be in you,” he rasped, and moved over me on the bed.
I pulled his lips to mine in a frenzied kiss as my arms went around him. One of his hands moved over my breasts and then moved down my body until it found my clit, circling it and driving me wild. I dug my fingernails into his back and he grunted in pleasure. “J, I need your cock now,” I begged, and he didn’t waste any time. As he entered me, I lifted my hips to him and wrapped my legs around him. He thrust hard and fast, and it felt so fucking good. I swore his cock was made for me.
We lost ourselves as he kept up his unrelenting pace and fucked me with abandon. He worked me into a state of fevered passion, my entire body lit with the electric sensations that only J had ever been able to evoke in me. Our bodies were a wild mess of sweat and desire as we worked our way towards bliss.
“Fucking love you,” he grunted, as he thrust in as far as he could. J’s sweet talk during sex always affected me and a thrill shot through me at his words. It hit me right in my core. I closed my eyes and white lights flashed as an orgasm took hold. My legs squeezed tighter around him and I clenched my pussy around his cock; the pleasure almost at a peak. He stilled for a moment and then his cock jerked as he found his release and we came together.
J lay still on top of me for a couple of moments afterwards and then he lifted his head and smiled at me, dusting a kiss over my lips. “Best fucking Christmas present.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agreed and we lay like that for another moment or so, eyes and bodies locked together, enjoying the closeness.
He eventually rolled off me, onto his back.
I got up off the bed and headed into the bathroom to have a shower. Reaching into the shower I turned on the taps, letting the hot water filter through before I turned on the cold tap. Even though it was summer, I still had to have a warm shower which J found ridiculous. He couldn’t understand why I didn’t have cold showers in summer. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear him enter the room so he startled me when he said, “Best fucking Christmas too, babe.”
I almost jumped out of my skin. “Bloody hell, you scared the shit out of me,” I grumbled, but when I turned to face him, all annoyance left me as I was treated to a view of him naked, with his arms stretched above his head, hands gripping onto the doorframe. “Yeah, baby, best Christmas ever,” I softened, and laid a smile on him.
He dropped his arms and came towards me. When he stepped into my personal space, he lifted his hand and caressed my cheek gently. “So fucking thankful to have you back. Never letting you go again. Okay?”
He phrased it like a question but I knew J and so I knew it wasn’t a question. But yet, I reassured him. “I’m not going anywhere, J. You’re stuck with me.”
My words must have been the exact right words because he roughly pulled me to him, our bodies almost slapping together. He dipped his head and grazed my ear lightly with his lips. “Good,” he murmured, and then kissed me with a passion that wiped all coherent thought from my mind.
When he finished and pulled away, he slapped me on the ass yet again, and muttered, “Now, let’s get today over with so that we can come back here and you can give me another Christmas present.”
T
his bonus chapter takes place in the February after the Christmas chapter.
Warm breath tickled my neck and strong arms enveloped me from behind. I leant back into him and placed my hands on his arms. This was my safe place, and being with him like this drowned out the noise from the party that was in full swing around us.
His lips brushed my neck and he murmured, “You’re driving me fucking insane in that dress, baby. I need it off you and I need that soon. How much longer do you want to stick around here?”
We were at the Anti Valentine’s party at Scott’s house that Harlow had organised, and had been here for more than four hours now so I figured we could split anytime soon. She wouldn’t be upset; nothing much fazed her and it was one of the reasons why I loved her so much. Actually, Harlow was the best thing that had ever happened to my brother so I loved her unconditionally for that alone.
I decided to play with J a little though. “We can’t leave yet, we haven’t been here long enough.”
He groaned in my ear and then moved his hand to cover my breast, fingers circling my nipple. It was a good thing we were in a dark corner where nobody could see what he was doing. J wouldn’t care either way; he’d fuck me wherever and whenever he could, but I preferred privacy. “I don’t give a fuck how long we haven’t been here. In ten minutes I’m taking you home so I can rip that fucking dress off you and taste your sweet pussy, so I’d suggest you say your goodbyes now. We clear?”
Heat sizzled throughout me; this was the side of J I loved the most. His dirty mouth and bossy ways never failed to turn me on. He moved his hand off my breast but I quickly stopped him and directed it back there. “For the next five minutes I want your hands on me, J, and I want you to imagine tasting me and fucking me. Then I’ll go and say goodbye and then you can take me home and rip my dress off. Oh, and by the way, you’ll be buying me a new one. Are we clear?”
He growled, and gripped my breast harder. “Fuck. If you’re not careful I’ll be ripping this dress off here.” His other hand came up to my other breast and he roughly kneaded both of them. Lust for him took over both my mind and body, and I leant my head back on his shoulder and softly moaned with pleasure. His erection pressed firmly into me and I reached around behind me to stroke him. When my hand found him, his body jerked and he pulled away from me, dropping both hands from my breast and catching my hand in his. “Fuck ten minutes, babe, we’re going now.”
As he started to stalk towards the front door, I pulled on his hand to slow him down. “J, I need to say goodbye, at least to Harlow and Scott.”
He contemplated that for a second, and then replied, “Fine. But make it quick, Madison. No fucking about because my dick can’t take much more. I need to be inside you.”
I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. “I need that too,” I said softly as I ended the kiss.
His hand wrapped around my neck and he drew me closer to him so that our faces were only a breath apart. Our eyes locked and his searched mine for a moment. “Valentine’s Day is a load of fucking shit as far as I’m concerned but for some reason it’s making me want to tell you how much I love you, baby. And even though we’re not married yet, you’re mine for fucking ever, even if this bloody wedding doesn’t go ahead.”
Smiling at his possessiveness, I said, “J, this wedding is going ahead. I know it feels like everything has been against it happening but trust me, it’s happening. In less than two weeks I will be your wife, and you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
“Thank Christ for that,” he muttered, and then a deadly serious look came across his face as he added, “I hope you know that I will never let you go. Even if shit gets bad, I’m not letting you go. I will fucking kill anything or anyone that comes between us if I have to. And if you ever think about walking away, you’ll have a fucking fight on your hands, babe.”
I pushed myself into him and pressed my lips to his, tasting him. The sensations that his words caused in my body were amazing; he had the power to set me alight with desire from his words alone. “That’s why I love you, J. That you would fight for me, that you won’t let me go... that’s all I need. I don’t need roses or chocolates on Valentine’s Day to know how much you love me.”
“Good. Now, find Harlow and Scott so we can get out of here.”
Doing what he said, I found Harlow a couple of minutes later in the kitchen. Of course she was in the kitchen; this girl could cook up a storm and every man in the club was in heaven whenever she visited the clubhouse with her food.
She saw me and her face lit up. We hadn’t had much time to catch up tonight and I knew she’d be a little disappointed that we were leaving now but she’d understand. “We’re going to head out now, honey,” I said.
She took one look at J and nodded. His intent to get me home must have been evident, and everyone knew not to mess with J. Especially where I was concerned. “Thanks for coming,” she said as she hugged me goodbye. “Even though I dislike Valentine’s Day, I’ve got to say that I’m looking forward to the after party and it looks like you and J are too,” she whispered in my ear before letting me go. Her eyes were twinkling and she laid a huge smile on me.
I laughed and held up my hand in a defensive type gesture. “I’ve told you before, I don’t want to hear the words sex and Scott in the same sentence, so don’t go there. I don’t need to know those things about my brother.”
Scott wandered into the kitchen at that moment, catching only my last sentence. “What things don’t you need to know about me?” he asked as he stood behind Harlow and put his arm around her shoulders. I watched as she sunk back into him, a content look crossing her face.
“I don’t need to know about your after party activities.”
He smirked. “No, you definitely don’t need to know about that. Nobody needs to know what I’ve got planned for Harlow tonight.”
I held up both hands now. “J and I are leaving now; before you say anymore. Thanks for a great party.”
J was laughing by now. “Thanks, brother. I should have got you to start talking sooner. Would have gotten Madison home a lot earlier if I had.”
I smacked him on the chest and glared at him. “Don’t encourage him. Seriously, you two are wicked together.”
“You’re forgetting one thing, Madison. I don’t share Harlow with anyone and that means my lips are sealed. What Harlow and I do at our private parties is between just the two of us so you never need to worry that you’re going to hear about it because that’s never going to fucking happen.”
“Thank goodness for that,” I replied. I couldn’t tell you why, but even though I loved sex and wasn’t a prude in any way, I didn’t want to know about my brother’s sex life.
J slapped my ass. “Time to go, babe,” he said before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I’ve got a dress to rip off.”
Scott let Harlow go and we hugged goodbye while J and Scott said goodbye. Then he led me outside to his Jeep. He’d had to drive that tonight rather than his bike due to what I was wearing. Opening the door for me, he stood back and watched me, a small smile playing on his lips.
“What are you smiling at?”
“I’m just enjoying the show, babe. Watching you in that dress is pure fucking heaven.”
Leaning forward, I murmured, “It’s a shame you didn’t realise that all night I’ve had nothing on underneath it then, isn’t it?”
I watched as he took this in; playing with J like this was one of my favourite things to do. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman. Get in the damn car now.”
Smiling, I said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, J.” And then I did what I’d been told.