BETTER NOT POUT
DALTON
The moment I picked out that Sexy Mrs. Claus outfit for Lacy, I knew it would look amazing on her. And to be clear, I’m not calling it sexy. That’s actually what it was called in the online description. But you know what? Lacy can be my sexy anything all year round at this point. Easter Bunny. Cupid. Pumpkin. Leprechaun. The possibilities are endless. I know this because under the Mrs. Claus costume was an “also recommended” section, and all of those options were available for purchase in sexy styles.
As I clean up the dishes from dinner, I sneak glances of her in the living room, where I’ve instructed her to put the ornaments on the tree. Before she arrived, I set up the tree and added the lights, but I left the ornaments off for her to do. Even though it’s just the two of us, I still want all the holiday spirit. I even hung two stockings on the mantel with our names on them.
Every time she reaches up to hang one of the ornaments higher, the silky little skirt of her dress lifts another couple of inches and I can see the bottom edge of her ass cheeks. I swear I almost didn’t make it through dinner, which is why I chose to get the serious conversation out of the way. Sitting across from her while we ate, knowing that tiny piece of red fabric was all that stood between me and the glory of her naked body, was almost more than I could take.
After putting away the last of the dishes, I make two mugs of hot chocolate with Bailey’s and make my way into the living room to join her. I don’t want to stop her progress, as the tree is almost done, but it’s also time to test the waters, so I set the cups onto the coffee table.
As she reaches up to put another ornament on the tree, I walk up behind her and move in close. My chest grazes her back, but she doesn’t flinch. I slowly wrap one hand around her waist as if I’m helping her keep steady, but we both know she doesn’t need a spotter. Her ass comes into contact with my cock for a split second, but it’s enough to cause me to grip her more tightly, giving her pause.
“We both know if I don’t finish the tree now, it might not get finished before tomorrow morning,” she says, a smugness in her voice.
She’s right. I keep my hand on her but loosen my grip, turning my attention to handing her ornaments. I figure if my other hand is busy with that task, I won’t do naughty things with it.
The next twenty minutes are spent handing her each ornament with care, one hand almost always at the small of her back. Because now that I’ve touched her, I just don’t want to stop.
“I brought gifts for you,” she says. “They’re already wrapped but still in my car. How about you go get them and my other bags while I finish up. I only have two more to put on.”
I remove my hand from her bare skin with great reluctance, but she’s right to make the suggestion. If I don’t get her bags now, I might never do it.
Fishing her suitcase from the back, I spot a bag with a few wrapped gifts inside. I’m not surprised she brought gifts, even if this is a very different Christmas. I got her gifts, too. I think we’ve exchanged gifts ever since our second Christmas together. In fact, in one way or another, I’ve always spent this holiday with her family.
I’m sort of an orphan. I don’t have parents to speak of, and I haven’t spoken to my extended family since I turned eighteen and didn’t have to anymore. It’s okay, though. I wouldn’t change it. My surrogate family—aka her and her brother and parents—have been great to me.
Once back inside, I set her bags onto the couch and look around. She’s not in the living room anymore, and I don’t see her in the kitchen either. But the tree is finished and looks beautiful.
I step into the unlit hallway and notice something on the floor. When I pick it up, I recognize it immediately as her dress. Which means there’s a good possibility that wherever she is, she’s naked.
“I’m out here,” she says, the sound echoing throughout the primary bedroom.
I open the door all the way, partially hoping to find her spread across the bed like butter on a hot biscuit. But she’s not there either. The back door leading out to the patio is open slightly, and I realize she must be in the hot tub. I did mention it to her earlier while we were eating. She must’ve wasted no time hunting it down.
Stepping out onto the patio, I turn to see her sitting in the hot tub facing me. The water rests just above her tits, so all the good stuff is obscured by bubbles.
“This felt like a good place to wind down,” she said. “It was a lengthy drive.”
I pull the Santa hat from my head and toss it aside. My thumbs loop the suspenders and tug them down off my shoulders without hesitation. In one fluid motion, I’m in my birthday suit, but she’s looking everywhere except directly at me. And as I come around to step in, Lacy averts her eyes until I’m chest deep in the warm water. Perhaps that’s for the best. It’s cold as fuck out here, and my nutcracker isn’t show ready, if you know what I mean.
Once I’m settled, she finally makes eye contact with me.
“Can I ask you a question?” She tilts her head ever so slightly to the left.
This motion elongates her neck, and I’m unable to stop myself from tracing the gently curving lines of her clavicle to her shoulder and down over the top of her tits before everything disappears at the water line.
“Of course,” I say, enjoying my view.
“Explain the thought process behind this bet,” she says. “It’s obviously a long time in the making.”
I nod, in total agreement. A long time in the making indeed. Too long, if you ask me.
“Honestly, I’ve always thought you were sexy. I had some hang-ups in the beginning because of your age and your brother. And then, when those weren’t obstacles anymore, there was that guy Tatum you dated in college. And then there was Kyle. And let me tell you, the three years you were with him, I was almost sure this wouldn’t come to fruition. And then I dated Amber. There was always something, or someone, in the way. It felt like it went on like that forever. And the bet was a way to mark a for-sure time.” I run my hand over the back of my neck and then through my hair. “I don’t know. At the time, this seemed like a brilliant idea.”
Lacy bites her bottom lip for a moment, considering my words. God, I love it when she does that. I recall years back, when she sat across the table from me at some random family dinner and bit her bottom lip all flirtatious like at me while looking over the rims of her glasses. Later that night, I crept into the bathroom and locked the door and shamefully jerked off to that singular image. I couldn’t help myself.
“That’s fair,” she says. “There have been a lot of things in the way.”
Her hands move from her sides, floating through the water as she inches toward me.
“But,” she says, staring directly into my soul, “there’s nothing in the way now.”
She stops, hovering in the water right in front of me, and I waste no time processing this as an invitation.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap. It takes me a moment to remember that we’re both completely naked, but it’s too late. The shaft of my dick is pressed firmly against her, and the cold is no longer a problem.
Lacy inhales sharply, steadying herself with one leg on either side of me. I’ve elevated her just enough that her nipples graze the top of the water line. All I can think about is enveloping those perfectly pink buttons with my mouth and sucking until she cries out.
She wraps her arms around my neck. Her fingers brush through the hair at my nape, sending an electric jolt tingling down my spine. I’ve dreamt about this moment a hundred times, or maybe even a thousand. At some point, I lost count.
I lean in close and whisper, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” At the same moment, I tighten my grip on her waist, grinding against her.
“Maybe as long as I’ve wanted you,” she says, nearly breathless.
A sly grin overcomes me, as I’m unable to mask just how much her words delight me.
“So you’re not going to pout about losing?”
“Pout?” she asks, confused.
“Like the Christmas song. You know, better not cry, better not pout, and all that,” I say.
“Not if that means Santa is coming. And by Santa, I mean you. And by coming, I do mean coming,” she says with a giggle.
“Oh, I’m definitely Santa. And I’ll come… to your town, down your chimney, eat your cookies.” I laugh. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Maybe laughing when you’re stark naked pressed against each other seems out of place, but not for us. We’ve never had a problem laughing together. But before I let her say one more thing, I lean in to do something I’ve wanted to do since she arrived. Hell, I’ve wanted to do it since she turned eighteen.
I press my lips against hers, gently at first. Her lips part for me, inviting me in, and my tongue laps against hers. God, this is better than I imagined. Her mouth is so soft and—dare I say—hungry for mine.
My dick grows harder just from this kiss. Christ, I’ve always known she has an effect on me, but I never dreamed it would be like this.
Lacy sinks into me, allowing herself to surrender to what’s happening between us. I know this because she’s starting to rock back and forth, gently rubbing her pussy against me as she moans into my mouth. My own hips have started to press upward against her, and it takes us no time at all to find a steady rhythm.
“Oh my god,” she says, pulling her mouth from mine. “You’re right against my clit. I could come just like this.”
“Good,” I say, grinding harder against her. “I want you to.”
Lacy’s back arches as she cries out from the intense contact. I’d be lying if I said it isn’t almost enough to make me come as well. But I’m only concerned about her at the moment.
“Come on, baby. Be a good girl. Come for me.” I press into her over and over again as I lower my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I suck and nibble, causing her to cry out again. The noises she makes drive me mad.
“Dalton… I… oh my goddddddd,” she says as she begins to quiver uncontrollably.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she rides the wave of her orgasm, and it’s a good fucking ride by the looks of her.
Lacy goes limp against my chest, panting as I hold her.
“Goddamn,” she says as I kiss her temple.
Goddamn indeed.