12 Days of Christmas With My Brother’s Rival

10 — OF CLOSE CALLS AND ESCAPES

NOEL

Anahera pressed harder to brush her wrist against the length of me through the fabric and raw electricity shot through my veins.

My hips raised in response. From my peripheral vision, I could see the wet spot at the top of my tented shorts which darkened the black.

She did too. She stared at it openly. Brazenly. This wasn’t the Anahera I used to know.

“f**k,” I muttered to myself.

She tugged the waistband down in one smooth motion to free me. The cool air swished around my c**k but it did nothing to soothe the ache.

I pulsed in her hand as she cradled me, the head slick with beads of pre-c*m. I nearly shot my load right then when she wrapped her slender fingers around the base.

She pumped lightly at first…then firmer.

“Anahera…”

“Shut up,” she whispered and against all I imagined, she leaned in.

Her breath skittered over me at first in what I felt was a tease. My entire body froze in anticipation and then, her lips parted as she took the head into her hot mouth.

Very deliberately, she flattened her tongue against the underside and stroked.

I groaned, grabbing the edge of the table for anchor.

She slid down further to stretch her lips around me and by god, the wet heat of her mouth was perfect.

It was…Nirvana.

I watched, through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and her ponytail bobbed along.

She pulled back to swirl her tongue along the tip, collecting the bead of pre-c*m and then sank again, deeper this time.

“Anahera…fucking hell…” I breathed. “The way you take me…so f*****g good.”

She hummed around me and the vibration sent fire shooting straight to my balls. I bucked once and my toes curled.

Good lord!

She didn’t stop nor pull away, instead she met it with another long lick that made my eyes roll into my head.

“You’re incredible, baby. That mouth of yours…slow and deep…savoring every inch. Keep going, Hera.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine and I held her gaze as she took me to the back of her throat. So deep my balls almost went in too.

“You’re killing me…” I swore, reaching for her hair so I could push my fingers through the silky strands like I’d always wanted to.

She moaned softly, closing her eyes for two short seconds before she sped up.

“Look at you pretty little thing, so focused. So damn beautiful with me filling your mouth. You feel how hard you make me? It’s all for you.”

Her hands joined in to stroke the base in time with her lips. Lips that build wicked pressure low in my spine and by god, I knew I wanted this woman.

Saliva dripped down to coat her fingers and make everything messier. It was hot to watch.

I continued to egg her on with more words. I couldn’t even hold myself back if I wanted to.

“That’s it. You do it so well, princess. Take it deeper like it’s yours. Claim it— f**k, baby.” I dragged my fingers through her hair to remove the elastic and let her hair fall.

Then I replaced the elastic with my fingers, pushing the hair out of her face so I could see her.

“The way your tongue curls…god, it’s art! Pure f*****g art,” I hashed out, grinding my teeth to keep my control but it was fast slipping.

For a second, her rhythm changed as her eyes watered, yet she didn’t stop. Not until her throat worked around me and my hips jerked again, eager to chase that release she dangled in front of me.

The table creaked.

“I swear you’re going to be the death of me, Hera. Unravel me piece by f*****g piece…” I panted hard. “…and let me die in bliss knowing that you brought this on me. Don’t hold back, beautiful…”

She listened to me.

She sucked harder, twisted her hand on her way up and stroked with her tongue more. The heat spread like wildfire in and around my body.

I gripped her hair tighter as my breath came in pants.

“Anytime soon,” I warned with a strained voice. “You feel so good. Just keep going. Just like that. Let me see you take it all.”

She hummed again and that was it— I shattered completely. My hips thrusted into her mouth as my back arched off the table.

I spilled down her throat, watching through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed and milked me until the very last drop.

There was something about the way her throat contracted around me that dragged out the aftershocks.

When it was over, I collapsed back, stars dancing behind my eyes. She pulled off slowly with her lips swollen and a thin string of saliva connecting us for a brief second before it broke.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing hard.

Before she could say a word nor I could think, I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto the table with me.

She straddled my lap instantly. Then I kissed her.

I poured everything into it including the want that still simmered under my skin. This was different.

My tongue dived deep to taste myself mingled with the sweetness of her mouth. She gasped into my mouth and her hands fisted my hair to pull me closer.

Deepening the kiss, I explored every corner of her mouth, groaning as she melted against me. We kissed like we were hungry for each other.

My hands slipped down her back to grab her ass and rock her against me. She ground back down, rolling her hips in a small circle that sparked new fire even as my body recovered.

I mived under the hem of her scrub top to push the fabric up just enough to bare her bra, then cupped her breasts through the thin cotton. I circled her n*****s with my thumb until they became hard pebbles.

I kneaded them slowly at first then I added pressure just enough to make her hips rock against me. Over and over.

I could feel my body awakening again. We were so lost in it, eating our mouths and pressing bodies against each other as the table creaked—then the front door banged open.

“Yo, Rautio! Coach said you needed the new—oh, shit.”

We froze.

Anahera made a strangled sound and shoved me so fast I nearly toppled over with both of us. Shoving down her scrub top, she literally leaped off me and dashed to one of the rooms.

All this without turning for once to look at the door.

“What the f**k, Rautio?”