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You smiled to your self and turned back to the mirror, smoothing your hand over your twa, eyeing your curls to ensure they were in place.

The whole crew was amazing and funny as hell and took you in. You had a fight scene with Chris and Seb and they were nothing but professional with you; it turned out to be the highlight of the film.

Early on in the day, one interviewer from The Daily Geek asked about the scene.

“Chris, how did you handle getting your ass kicked by y/n? She made it seem pretty easy.”

Chris made a face and sat up straight. You did as well, realizing that you had been leaning towards him and that your shoulder was touching his across your director’s chairs. You cleared your throat and your nostrils, which had been taken over by his scent.

“Well, I wouldn't say she kicked my assss….”

Everyone in the interview protested at the same time while you grinned and popped an imaginary collar.

“Being a former gymnast helped me get flexible enough to kick his ass, I must say.”

“No, you really must not.”

Chris’ competitive side was coming out.

“C’mon, Evans. You were really hurting after that scene. Had to go cry in your trailer. Face it. That woman next to you kicked America’s Ass.” Anthony was yanking Chris’ chain.

Chris turned to you and appraised you, and you did as well, smile bright and playful until his eyes flicked down your body.

“Well, I might concede that. But only because this girl is like 90% muscle. She’s a beast.”

You cringed as Scarlett shifted in her seat behind you. Danai took your hand as she was seated on the other side of you. You’d confirmed how much you hated the term, ‘beast’ because of your childhood. Being the only black girl in your class was not fun most of the time.

“I think what Chris means is...” Seb tried to salvage it as Chris barreled on.

“She has Wakanda’s Ass. Look at it. And those thighs. Did you see how she choked me out with them? Those things are killer.”

You were also the smallest girl in your class for years, until you hit a growth spurt your sophomore year. Back then, everything about your body was made fun of. This day was not starting off well.

You stared at him like he was crazy while he pointed those ridiculous eyebrows at you.

“Really? I can’t fucking believe you. Fuck you, Chris. Fuck you sideways. Asshole.”

You got up and went into the bedroom of the suite, slamming the door. You heard a clamor of voices as your friends started admonishing Chris and his defensive tone as he responded.

Everyone took a break as Danai and Scarlett pulled Chris aside, whispering at him furiously. As he listened, Chris was mortified. He didn’t mean it like that, he insisted, but his friends weren’t having it. They pushed him toward the door of the bedroom.

You heard the knock and quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up from the bed. You held your head high as Chris approached, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you low.

You liked like a queen as Chris walked toward you, and he was moved by the slight tremble in your lips.

Those lips, which he’d memorized every curve and crevice and which he’d fantasized about for months since you’d wrapped filming. He’d made you cry, and he could have kicked himself.

“Y/N, I…”

And then you turned to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes. That broke him. He wanted to wipe the tear that rolled down your face away with his thumb, but he stayed well away, a little worried that you might really try to kick his ass.

Fuck fuck fuck! You thought to yourself. Why does my rage turn into tears? I don’t want this joker to think he got to me. But..

“Chris, you hurt my feelings.”

Shit. Why did you say that to him? He didn’t deserve to know that. With most people, you hid your real self away, for protection. It’s part of what made you such a good actor.

But with Chris, even though you spent a short time with him, you never needed to pretend anything. He was easy to talk to and the chemistry just flowed. Chris and Seb were only on set for a few days, but it was the highlight of the filming for you.

Both Chris and Seb had parted with the charge to ‘keep in touch,’ but you didn’t and you told yourself that it was because you were busy completing the film and life in general.

You would have hit Seb up, but he was always posting his girlfriend, so you didn’t want to be that girl, and hitting Chris’s phone always made you start to think. Since you didn’t want to examine what you were thinking, you never got around to texting him.

When the screenings started, all anyone would talk about was the chemistry between you and Chris. It was like Sebastian, who was also in the scene, wasn’t even there.

All three of you laughed about it when you reunited in New York for the first time last night. You all hung out at a bar early into the night, bundled into cars in the wee hours of the morning, and thankfully waking up to skilled makeup artists who could erase the night before from your faces.

Now, you probably looked like who shot John, and you hurried to the bathroom as you realized it.

Chris followed you and you gave him a dirty look in the mirror as he leaned against the door frame. He looked like a lost puppy, those big blue eyes trained on you and you almost forgave him. Almost.

“Y/n. I'm sorry.”

“I’m okay Evans, don’t worry about it. Get back out there before they think we’re screwing in here or something.”

Chris stood up and cleared his throat, the red creeping up from his neck to his face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

You were hella annoyed at him.

“What??”

He looked at you, looking nothing like Steve Rogers, ex- Captain America and everything like a cute dork and said, “You did say, ‘Fuck you, Chris.’”

The joke didn’t land. You glared at him in the mirror.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Okay, okay..”

He raised his hands and shook his head at Delores, the head of PR for the film, as she entered.

When you went back out, your chair had been switched with Danai’s and Chris looked like a little boy, sitting there dejected with his bottom lip slightly poked out.

“You’re gonna have to talk to him later you know. He didn’t mean anything by it. This is going to eat him up if you don’t let him off the hook.”

Danai whispered to you and you just cut your eyes at her and then over to Chris. You humphed, and then sat up in your chair as the next media outlet came in. Chris sat up straight as well, Steve Rogers all over his face.

It was a long day, made even more exhausting by the tension with you and Chris. Ignoring Delores’s placement, the entire cast rotated into the seat between you and him, claiming they could feel the bad vibes. You just rolled your eyes at each of them.

By the time the day was over, you jumped out of the chair and grabbed your bag, ready to jet to your place.

“Oh shit.”

Delores was on her phone and looked over at you.

“What is it.”

“There’s a new item tmz that talked about the tension this morning. Claims that you and Chris hate each other.”

You looked over at Chris who looked back at you and smiled sadly.

“That’s not true. At least not for me. I don’t hate y/n.”

His eyes held yours again and your stomach flipped. You sighed.

“I don’t hate Chris. He just…I don’t hate him.”

You kept eye contact, feeling a perverse need to win the staring match.

“Then you need to fix this.”

Delores held up her phone to both of you.

An hour and a half later, you were in a sexy yellow dress sitting with Chris at The Milling Room. You were looking at the menu and wondering why you were being punished like this.

“They’ll never believe that we’re friends, much less anything more if you keep scowling like that.”

You deepened your frown and scowled up at him.

“Thank you for the note, Mr. Director.”

And then your entire face changed, your smile brightening as you reached for his hand across the table. Chris had to remember to breathe. Both of you jumped a little at the spark of electricity that passed between you, then Chris reached for you again and ran his large thumb over your hand. You suppressed a shiver.

“How’s that?” you said through clenched teeth.

“It’s ok.”

Chris looked down, causing you to shift in your seat as he turned your hand over to draw on your palm. Then he hit you with those blue eyes, darkened with something you didn’t want to name.

“But I think this would be more believable.”

Chris reached for your chair and dragged it around the table closer to him. The sheer strength of that display did things to you that you vowed never to tell him.

Then, he put his arm around the back of your chair and leaned toward you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite. No one would know that you weren’t kissing. You began to wonder why that was so.

Chris’s breath fanned your face, the whiskey of his drink making you intoxicated. Yes. That’s what it was.

Chris’s hand caressed your shoulder as he straightened back up, a pained look on his face.

You cleared your throat.

“You’re a good actor.”

He shot you a look as he took a sip of his drink, his leg pressed up against yours as he relaxed a bit in his chair. He laughed.

“Am I?“

His remark was off putting, and you huffed in frustration, but fixed your face again. Then you thought about what Danai said.

“Listen. We’re friends, right? Let’s squash this. I don’t want to beef with you, and I don’t want to have to manufacture a fake romance with you to hide our true feelings.”

This time one eyebrow went up and that wasn’t dorky; it was sexy.

“Go on.”

You told Chris everything you’d told Scarlett and Danai.

“Damn, I’m sorry for being an insensitive, idiotic asshole. For what it’s worth, I meant all that in the best way. I recognize that the talk about your body was wholly inappropriate, especially in front of the media.”

His eyes scanned you again, making you feel naked. And you were not ashamed.

“But I was trying to compliment you. Your body is… very nice.”

Chris cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, adjusting the napkin in his lap.

“I mean, people talk to me about America’s Ass all the time, and many times it’s their way of saying they like it.”

The grin was too much.

“I can’t with you Christopher. Are you trying to say that you like my ass?”

“Hell, y/n, you like your ass. I saw you checking it out in the mirror.”

“Were you checking for me checking my ass, or were you checking for my ass?”

You were the cutest, sexiest thing in the world right now with this flirty behavior, and Chris wanted more.

“I can’t lie. That ass…”

Chris shook his head.

You laughed at him and he laughed with you. And then you began to have a real conversation.

Two hours later, you walked through the lobby of the hotel holding hands. You stopped at the elevator and looked up into Chris’s eyes. You didn’t mind at all that he had you in his grip, his large hand on the small of your back.

“Think the paps have enough shots of us canoodling so that they chalk up this morning to a lover’s quarrel?”

“But what about the method, y/n? Was it really a lovers quarrel if we aren’t really lovers?”

Chris’s deep voice flowed through your body as he leaned forward and kissed you. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

Your head was spinning as he guided you backwards into the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor before he turned around and gently pushed you back against the elevator wall, his hands safely on your waist, but caressing your sides. Your hands went up around his neck, and threaded into the hair at his nape.

You pulled apart and Chris rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

“Been dreaming of that for months.”

You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“Come on, y/n, I’m not acting here. Haven’t faked a thing all day. You had to know that I had a crush on you. Danai didn’t tell you?”

You squinted up at him, remembering one drunken night when your girl said something to that effect, but that you had purposely forgotten until now.

“Not… I didn’t know that Chris. I didn’t want to know. I was in denial about being attracted to you from day one…”

His lips came crashing down on yours, kissing you so savagely that you felt like your lips were bruising.

The elevator stopped and an elderly couple got on, commenting about how they thought it was going down instead of up.

You and Chris assumed the position, both backs against the wall and looking up at the floor indicator as you both tried to catch your breath. You reached up to wipe him off your lips.

“Don’t. I want it everywhere. Be a good girl for me.” He whispered it into your ear.

Chris’s low deep voice was speaking straight to your clit. You wanted to cry because your pussy was throbbing with need and he wanted you to be good girl. You bit your lip, tasting him on you, your eyes rolling back along with your head against the elevator wall.

Chis watched you, back arching and crossing your legs. He developed an irrational hate for the couple, because he was sure that if they weren’t there, he’d be at least knuckle deep inside your wet cunt by now. He knew it was wet because he was hard and he knew he wasn’t feeling this alone.

Chris looked up as the floors flashed by and willed it to go faster.

When it came to his floor, he grabbed your hand and started to walk out.

You resisted.

“Y/N?”

The way he looked at you, the promise in his eyes, was almost too much. Your legs moved apart from your brain.

When the elevator doors closed, Chris backed you up against the wall and kissed you again.

“Do you want me tonight? Because I’ve wanted you for months.”

Chris just looked at you, withholding all further contact until you answered. You felt a magnetic pull on your body that must have been real because you two were getting incrementally closer together. You looked into his baby blues.

“Hell yes.”

“Thank you god!”

Chris grabbed the hem of your dress and let his fingertips graze your thighs.

“Fucking love these thighs,” Chris sighed into your mouth. “We had to do so many takes of that scene because I wanted to stay between them forever.”

Chris’s fingernails scraped your skin, sending tremors up your spine.

“Had to go jack off in my trailer, twice, before I could calm down enough to be around other people. Especially you.”

You licked your tongue into his mouth, pressing your rock hard nipples against him. You felt the large bulge in his pants. You were ready.

“Damn, Chris, I could have joined you, because I was doing the same thing imagining you eating me out. I dream about it.”

“Fuckkkk! You mean we could have been doing this for months?”

Chris looked at you, eyes blazing.

“Well, let me make your dreams come true.” He started to kneel, but you protested.

“Chris, we’re in the hallway. I’m sure there’s cameras.”

Chris stopped and looked around, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time.

“That would make a hell of a video!”

He grinned and then bent down, throwing you over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway to his room. He slapped your ass when you started squealing, admonishing you to be quiet.

Chris held you steady on his shoulder with one hand while he fumbled to get his key out of his pocket. Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, looking up at chris who looked like a feral monster.

“Now who’s the beast?”

Chris nodded. “I am. I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get a whiff of that pussy.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, moving toward you.

You scooted backward, away from him, until he stopped at the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Then you stopped.

Chris smirked, eyes on the way your dress was riding up on those thighs.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress all night.”

You whimpered when he said that because he reached for you, sliding his palms along your thighs under the dress and grabbing the waistband of your lace thong and pulling it down, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He put it in the back pocket of his pants as he licked his lips. Your eyes traced his v-cut down his open fly. You wanted to see it and Chris read your mind, straightening up and flexing a bit before he disrobed completely.

“Oh my god!”

You said that aloud as his thick, veiny cock slapped him on the stomach. For some strange reason you wanted him to slap you in the face with it. You looked from his dick to his face and he read you again.

“Not before I taste you.”

But here he was stroking his dick and driving you crazy. You leaned back on your elbows and let your legs fall apart, knees wide as your dress settled in between your thighs, covering your nakedness from him.

“All that talk…”

“I’ll show you talk,” Chris growled and reached for your thighs, circling under and around to pull you down to the edge of the bed.

Your dress rode all the way up, giving him the view he’d been waiting for. Your dark, wet pussy lips made him thirsty, and his cock dripped precum as it bobbed in front of him.

He stood there and let it drip on your cunt, smiling when you shuddered and moaned when you felt the heavy drips on your clit.

“Such a fucking tease…” you pouted at him as he tsked.

“Be a good girl. Ask nicely for what you want.”

That voice.

This wasn’t dorky, anxious Chris. This wasn’t acting. This was someone else entirely. And you liked him.

“Kiss me there, please. My dreams…”

Chris pumped his cock over you, eyes watching your pussy clench with anticipation.

“Thaaat’s my girl. You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

He was on his knees and face first in your pussy before you knew it.

First, he nudged your clit with his nose. “Smell so fucking good.”

Next, he stuck his tongue out and licked a rude swath up through your folds, moaning as he went. It knocked you out flat on your back but you had to sit up to watch this.

“Tastes even better. Fuck!”

You stroked his hair out of his eyes as he ate you out, pausing every so often to roll your hips onto his mouth and have a slight neurological event at the talented tongue that was destroying you.

You gave up any kind of controlled movement when he put in one finger, just one, and it felt like a dick.

“Shit, you’re clamped down so hard on my finger. Gonna have to stretch you out if I’m gonna fuck you sideways.”

Your head snapped up. “Chris!”

He raised his eyebrow as he sucked your clit and crooked his finger. You snapped your mouth shut and hummed your way through an intense orgasm.

“Gooood girl.”

Chris added another finger and stroked you through it. You were a shuddering mess just from his mouth and one finger. There was dread in your heart as he moved up on the bed.

“Ok, time for this to come off.”

Chris was lifting the dress up and you quickly shimmied out of it as he pulled it over your head. He just sat there and took in your body, licking his lips and tasting you again.

“Can you get up on your knees for me?”

“You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

You giggled and got on your hands and knees as Chris chuckled and got behind you.

“This ass. Talk about what dreams are made of.”

He leaned down and rubbed his lips over your skin, relishing your curves and the rich texture of you, including your stretch marks, which he licked tenderly, making you shudder. You arched into his hands, which were palming your brown globes and spreading them apart.

“I can’t believe that I’m finally going to eat you out from behind.”

You looked back and said, “oh!” as chris dove in again, peering up at you from your ass. You reached back and grabbed his hair as he pulled you more firmly onto his face, humming as you came and holding on as you bucked through your second orgasm.

You’d collapsed on the bed.

“Holy shit Chris.” You raised your head.

“Don’t you want me to do something for you?”

Chris opened a drawer and retrieved a condom.

“Maybe later, but right now. Making you feel good is for me.”

You watched him as he tore the packet.

“Wait! I need to feel you Chris. I was tested last month, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Chris smiled. “Three months. And same.” The eyebrow arch. “So what are you asking?”

“Fuck me raw, Evans. Please? Pretty please?”

Chris was panting openly now. He threw the condom in the trash.

“Didn’t even have to ask nicely for that one.”

Chris got behind you and turned you on your side. You noticed for the first time that there was a mirror in the wall beside your bed. You and he made a beautiful sight.

He put both arms around you and played with your nipples, watching your face in the mirror.

Chris kissed your shoulder and trailed his fingers on your belly, making you laugh. Then he dragged them through the folds of your pussy, making you shudder. When he grabbed your thigh and pulled it up, it made you yelp.

He slid his dick in between your legs, the bumps and ridges on it sleeking through your folds and making you keen with pleasure and anticipation. He glided his tip against your clit and you erupted in an incoherent prayer for him to enter you.

“Nonononno…”

Chris was on the verge of doing it, but he knew that once he did, all control would vanish.

“Been thinking of how I would fuck you sideways all day.”

He pressed your thighs closed around him and groaned as he thrust in between them, skating through your slick.

“Fuck, those thighs are stroking me off so good and you’re so fucking wet, i could come just like this.”

It was true. Chris was dangerously close.

“Please, please, please fuck me. PLEASE.”

You begged him and he pulled your head back, whispering into you ear, “Good fucking girl. Asking so nicely for me to fuck you. Begging for my dick. Yessss.”

He reached for your thigh and pulled it up as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance, hesitating only momentarily before he pushed inside you.

“OH FUCK THATS ALOT!”

You screamed as Chris pulsed inside you, large and in charge of your nervous system right now. Chris grabbed your hip and you knew you’d be marked up tomorrow. You smiled at the thought and at the fact that he was moving now, your natural lubrication making him slide.

“Yes. It’s a lot. But you’re taking it so well. So fucking well, like the good fucking girl you are. Watch.”

Chris turned your head toward the mirror, and you grunted as you saw his big wide dick try to break your teeny weenie pussy.

Chris’ long fingers reached for your clit and just the sight of all that made you come almost immediately. By now, Chris had your thigh hiked up on his elbow, and was groaning himself.

“Look at that sweet sweet cream.”

Your eyes went where he directed and then to his in the mirror as he started shifting. He was smiling.

“So you used to be a gymnast, huh?”

Chris was pulling your leg up straight vertically and standing at the edge of the bed. He pulled you down and around so that your other foot was on the floor. You were in a vertical split with your torso on the bed.

“What… oh wow.”

Chris slid back into you in that position and it felt amazing.

“Fucking you sideways was the best idea… in.. the.. world.”

You just lay there staring at this sight, head on your arm, thinking that this had to be a dream.

“Your face is even more perfect all fucked out. Lemme see your cum face again.”

Chris started pounding you harder and you started clenching around him, moaning and expressing everything.

“So fucking beautiful when I make you cum. Wanna do it every day.”

This man was holding you in a vertical split, fucking you sideways and giving you the best dick of your life. Of course you squirted as soon as his finger touched your clit.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!”

Chris was finally shooting inside you, mixing his fluid with yours, you were making him weak, so he lowered your leg and you two collapsed in a messy heap on the floor.

There were a few minutes while you both came back to earth.

You finally spoke, voice hoarse from screaming.

“I, I have never…”

Chris nodded. “Exactly.”

He got up and then reached your hand, leading you to the shower.

“I know you're tired, he said as he turned on the faucet, “but you said you wanted to do something for me…”

The next morning, you and Chris arrived separately. The room was abuzz with the paparazzi photos from the night before. Seb raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?” You rasped, throat destroyed. “We did what Delores wanted.”

“What’s up with your throat?” Danai asked.

“I don’t know, I need a drink.”

You went to the catering table and got a bottle of water. Chris came up beside you. “You good?”

He was worried. He’d taken half of his fantasies out on you last night.

“I’m perfect.” You smiled at him.

“That you are.” He winked at you. “You need some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll go order some for you.”

“Thanks, Evans,” you croaked at him, checking him out.

“I need the tea.” You jumped, because Scarlett had walked up beside you.

“Did you two finally fuck?”

You just pantomimed a response because suddenly, your voice was gone.

“So what did it feel like getting your ass kicked by y/n, Chris?”

Chris cleared his throat while everyone chuckled. You played with the hem of your skirt and Chris’ eye was drawn to your thigh. You turned to hear what he was going to say.

Chris looked at you and smiled, but spoke to the reporter.

“This is for my boyfriend Drew. We’re gonna hook up later. I’m gonna suck his dick so good. Gonna be a good little cum slut for him tonight.”

Steph’s mouth was hanging open when you heard a deep voice say, “Hello ladies, Merry Christmas.”

Mr. Barber raised his glass to you two on the way back to the bar.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Barber!” You two chimed in together.

“Why isn’t Drew here tonight? I've got to meet this man who has you so strung out.”

You shrugged and sipped your drink.

“He has his office party tonight as well. Gotta make an appearance. But later tonight, I’m gonna ride that face.” You stuck your tongue out and danced in your chair.

This was your first Klein Law Firm Christmas party since you started working there as a paralegal. Johanna was tough, but kind, as were all of the other lawyers. Except one. Andy Barber proved to be a tough nut to crack. He would hardly crack a smile. And who could blame him with all that he’d been through.

“Shit, I should have given Mr. Barber his present.”

You reached into our bag as Steph rolled her eyes.

“Suck up. You won’t make him any nicer that way. He’s just the Grinch.”

You just shook your head and laughed.

“I love your faith in humanity, Stephanie. He just wished us Merry Christmas.”

“Because we’re at a Christmas party.”

Steph was a paralegal as well, but was in law school. She was constantly tired and cynical, and trying to get you to go to City College with her for your law degree. But you were working on a special scholarship of your own.

“Speaking of sucking dick...” she was thirsting after Barber.

Steph laughed and you cut your eyes at her.

“Isn’t he very married?”

“Oh, yeah, but that shit is deader than a doornail. They’re only together because, we’ll, you know.”

You looked from her to Andy, who was sitting at the end of the bar, knocking back brown liquor and loosening his tie. He saw you looking and nodded.

“She’s out of town at her family’s home in the Hamptons until tomorrow. She should know better than to leave his fine ass alone.”

“I don’t know. Looks like he’s handling it.” You were not with the shits.

Steph sighed.

“Yeah.” She sipped her drink again. “With alcohol. Someone should tell him that a side piece will get him into just as much trouble and would be a lot more relaxing.”

You pulled the long flat box out of your bag.

“Don’t tell me you got him a tie. Really?” Seth rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, Steph. Look, there’s Nat over there. Didn’t you two hook up at the party last year?”

“Where?” Steph perked up looking for the redhead. “Hey, how did you know….”

She complained to your back as you approached Andy. He was looking up at a basketball game, looking a little lonely. Your heart skipped a beat as he watched you approach.

“Mr. Barber, I just wanted to get you a little something for the Holiday.”

Andy turned toward you on the stool, put his drink down and looked at the box.

“You really shouldn’t have.”

His voice was deep and his eyebrow raised as he looked up at you.

“I’m just in the Holiday spirit!”

You smiled brightly at him.

“My boyfriend Drew gave me this necklace for Christmas. Don’t need anything else.”

You reached up and toyed with the candy red heart on a gold chain that was around your neck. You really did love it.

Andy followed your hand and then the curves of your dress. You felt the heat every where his eyes went.

“Nice. But it’s two days before Christmas, it seems like an impulsive gesture for your boyfriend. No?”

Andy questioned you. But you weren’t a witness and you weren’t intimidated.

“I just think he’s in love.” You smiled widely. “He sent it to my desk at work today. Gonna thank him later tonight.”

Andy nodded his head. “I hear that he’s also a very lucky man.”

You wondered if Andy heard what you told Steph about what you were going to do to Drew later that night. His poker face wouldn’t give it away, however.

“I’m a lucky girl.”

You looked at Andy and then exclaimed, “Open it!”

Andy chuckled and grabbed the box, opening it and lifting out the steel blue and grey striped tie.

“I know how much you like to tie.. I mean like wearing ties.”

You took it from his hands and placed it around his neck, touching his chest to drape it. He inhaled your scent and licked his lips.

Then he looked behind you.

“See. It brings out your eyes.”

His voice changed.

“Thank you, y/n.”

He straightened up.

“But I didn't get you anything.”

You looked at him strangely when he reached for his wallet.

“Let me just give you $20 and you can buy something for yourself?”

You were about to say something when you heard a throat cleared behind you.

You glanced and saw Steph beside you at the bar. Then you turned back to Andy and grabbed the bill.

“I’ll take you up on that Mr. Barber. I’ll buy something for myself tonight. Have a Merry Christmas!”

Andy smiled at you. “You too.” He gulped his drink. “Steph.”

He nodded at your friend and then made his way over to Johanna.

“I told you his heart is two sizes too small, girl.”

You sighed, stood up and smoothed your dress.

“It’s not that deep, Steph. I’m headed out to meet my man anyway. Have a good one!” You gave her a hug and ordered a ride, within 15 minutes, you were on your way home.

A little over an hour later, you were wearing only your candy red lingerie and your necklace when you opened the door.

There he was. Your man.

You were snatched up by the waist and you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to the couch.

“I bought us some Thai food from Little Bangkok”

“Mmmmmhmmmm. Later. Right now, I just gotta smell that pussy. Been driving me crazy all night.”

He snatched your legs open and pressed his nose in your red satin covered crotch. You ran your hand through his hair.

“Smells so gotdamn good.”

He moaned it against your cunt, sending shivers up your spine and causing you to squirm.

“I’m gonna eat my fill. Of you.”

He looked up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Then, I’m gonna tie you up...” he lifted the tie off his jacket, “with this present I got tonight. I’ll finally teach you to stay still while I deliver this cock.”

You sighed contentedly as Andrew Barber kissed you long and hard. You palmed his impressive erection throgh his dress pants.

“Two things, let me have all the cummies I want. And don’t leave until you absolutely have to.”

You pouted up at Andy and he couldn’t resist. He looked at his watch. It was 10 pm. He calculated in his head. Laurie wouldn’t be home until about 5.

“You have me and all the cum you want for another 16 hours.”

You smiled at him as he carried you into your bedroom, the heart necklace nestled between your breasts.

“Love you Daddy Drew.”

The sound system in the restaurant blasted the carol as you were on your knees under the table, gagging on Ransom’s cock. He was holding your head down, pulsing at the feeling and sounds of you trying to breathe and hold it together.

It was a large booth at the back of the dimly lit restaurant, but it was still a public place.

He whispered down at you, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to be noticed.

“Damn, you do that so well, Minx.”

He coughed to cover a moan and dug his fingers into your scalp.

He’d taken to calling you Minx because of your cunning and skill in the way you came into his life.

“I’d love it if your mouth was always stuffed full of my cock, that way I didn’t have to hear it running all the time.”

You reached up and fondled his balls just the way he liked, and he exploded. You gulped his creamy white goodness down your throat, trying to capture it before it slid down his long beautiful dick. Some escaped however, and you weren’t mad.

You sat back and looked lovingly at the sight of one of your favorite things. You glanced up and saw that Ransom’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Hand me your phone, Ran. This is amazing.”

“Fucking hell…” he grunted as he fumbled for his phone. But he did it.

You snapped a few pics of his dick and you licking him clean, while Ransom mean mugged other diners who looked askance at the flash going off beneath the table.

You made sure to clean him up good before you tucked him back into his pants, but that left you a mess.

“Fuck!”

He whispered as he slumped down on the seat while you climbed back up beside him. You snapped a picture of his cum on your lips before you used the napkin to clean yourself up and reapply lipstick while you hummed A Marshmallow World.

You snapped one last safe for work pic of yourself before you casually went through his phone.

“You know. Your cum looks like marshmallow fluff. Tastes good too.” You winked at him.

Ransom responded by rolling his eyes, and watching you go through his phone. You had full access to all of his communication means ever since ‘the incident,’ one month before which resulted in Ransom proposing.

One month earlier:

Four months after hooking him at the library event, you’d walked in on Ransom getting head from some random coed in his apartment. You kept your cool, and walked back out without a word.

Two hours later, Ransom received a video of you on Max Thirstborne’s leather couch. You’d filmed him sniffing you through your panties, hell Ransom’s $100 La Perla lace panties that he’s bought for you. He was promising to make you cum in 30 seconds or less as soon as his connect arrived with fresh powder.

In a rage, Ransom drove the Beemer over to Max’s place and saw that your car was outside.

He knocked on the door and when Max answered, expecting his blow, Ransom laid him out with one punch. He snatched you up from the couch, where you were sitting in your bra and panties wet from Ransom’s shown of force.

“Ow! Ran. You’re hurting my arm.”

Ransom released you and bent down to get in your face. You saw anger, but also hurt in his eyes.

The fucking nerve.

“Did you fuck him?”

You smirked at him.

“You fuck other girls, so why the hell not? See, what you’re not gonna do is play me Drysdale. I invented the game.”

Ransom didn’t respond to your statement. He didn’t say that he didn’t fuck what’s her name, that it was just head. He didn’t say that he’d barely been able to get it up and that he definitely didn’t cum. He just repeated his question.

“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

His words were very precise and clear. He was getting you far wetter than Max could any day.

“No. Max’s dick is trash. Head game only marginally better.”

You didn’t finish the sentence. Not like you Ran. It’s what you wanted to say but didn’t. You were gone on him, but you didn’t tell him that. Max was more than game to let you use him to teach Ransom a lesson. Too bad he was now moaning in pain on his living room floor.

Ransom smirked at you and reached in his pocket and to pull out a black velvet box.

“Enough with the games, that pussy is mine.”

He opened the box to reveal a beautiful vintage diamond ring. Not huge, but intricate and flawless. Your eyes got wide and you looked up at him, causing Ransom’s heart to lurch. His voice softened.

“My grandmother’s ring. Harlan gave it to me to give to you.”

That’s what caused him to set you up to catch him. One last ditch effort at running away from love.

You just continued to stare at the ring and the box. This shit was getting real.

Ransom snapped the box closed and picked you up, carrying you out to the car over his broad shoulder.

“Hugh Drysdale! I don't have any clothes on!!!”

Ransom smacked your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna calm you the fuck down. Can’t have you out here embarrassing me.”

Ransom deposited you in the back seat and went around. You grinned until he got back in the car, and then you put on your pout.

Ransom pulled out his cock, which was long and thick and hard, just like you liked it. You crossed your arms, causing your breasts to almost spill out of your bra.

“I’m not touching that thing. It’s been playing in the trash.”

You were mad. So was Ransom.

“I took a shower. Get your ass over here.”

Ransom sneered at you and reached for you, grabbing you and slinging you over his lap.

He reached his long fingers into your crease, playing in your slick folds.

“That asswipe in there get you like this?”

You laughed in his face, then brought your lips close to his.

“Fuck no. He’s high was high as a kite when I got here. Unfortunately, you got me like this, you son of a bitch.”

Ransom grinned up at you and you could feel him moving your panties to the side as he positioned you over his fat head. He grabbed your hips and you knew what was coming, but you weren’t prepared for the stretch and the feeling of blissful, sweet sweet, pain as he slammed you down on his dick.

“Fuck, Minx. I’m gonna lock this pussy down. So fucking tight for me. Molded to my dick. That’s the only eason I’m marrying you. Shit!”

He pistoned his hips up rapidly, causing your head to bump the roof of the vintage car. You reached up to brace your arm against it and your boob popped out, which Ransom greedily took into his mouth to suck.

“Yeah, keep talking shit, Ran. Gets me hot.”

Ransom released your nipple with a pop.

“I’m gonna pump you so full of my babies, keep you barefoot, pregnant, and sucking my cock in the kitchen for the rest of your life.”

He was holding your hips steady as he mercilessly speared up into you, watching the point where his cock was gliding because of your cream. It was a beautiful sight.

“Then give me that good shit Ran baby!”

He ran his hand up your body to your neck where you had arched your back and leaned into the driver’s seat.

“Nobody can make you cum like I do. Remember that, Minx.” When his thumb touched your clit, you detonated, your hips moving wildly to milk his cock.

“I’m yours Ran! Always!”

“Holy shit!”

Ransom’s toes curled in his shoes and his vision went white as you screamed out your orgasm. He was ruined for you. So damn soft. Like a fucking marshmallow.

You collapsed in his arms, which he’d wrapped around you. You both held each other until he slipped out of you and you shivered.

Ransom moved you off of him and took off his cashmere coat.

“But I have cum running down my legs, Ran.”

Ransom smirked and handed it to you as he got out of the backseat.

“Cover up. Can’t catch cold now that you’re docile enough to fake a sweet surprise proposal at Harlan’s tonight.”

You got out as well and Ransom stood in front of you as you put it on, fixing himself as well. You inhaled his scent and smiled up at him. He let you pull him down for a kiss, his heart doing flip flops. Then, he put you in the car and buckled you in.

“The shit you put me through.”

Ransom shook his head and his mouth came near yours again, but he pulled back and closed the door. You grinned again, anticipating him slipping that ring on your finger.

For Ransom, that was the real proposal, when you finally understood that you were his.

Ransom was annoyed, which really meant anxious. He wanted to move the wedding up. Hell, he’d even suggested eloping.

You were too damn independent for him. He seemed to be a business proposition rather than your life’s mission, unlike all the other women who were trying to marry into the Thrombey family. You needed to be tied to him with babies asap.

But you were insisting on a big spring wedding. Ransom was thinking of tampering with your birth control when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again. It seemed it was on repeat.

He never knew he could be so soft for anyone. But you had him shook. He was like a big marshmallow on the inside because of you. That’s why this fucking Christmas Carol was pissing him off.

“Need some more water ma’am?”

You smiled at him.

“No, I’m very well hydrated thank you, but I would like two fingers of Macallans on the rocks.”

Ransom took his phone back and added his order, “Same,” to the waiter without looking at him.

“And stop that fucking humming. This isn’t a gotdamn musical.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

He glanced up at you.

“And why do you have to be such a … pain?”

He didn’t dare call you a bitch again. Not after the last time.

Ransom looked down at his phone. “Delete.”

The pictures you had just taken were gone. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t delete them, he just hid them in his private stash which was full of pictures of you. His beautiful girl.

He couldn’t let you know how he felt, however, that would just increase your power over him. Heaven knows you had enough.

“Let’s talk about the shitshow.”

You rolled your eyes again. “You mean our wedding?”

The waiter returned with your drinks, still humming. Ransom shot him a deadly look, but then you distracted him by sitting up straight, nipples perky against your cashmere sweater that matched Ransom’s so perfectly. You weren’t wearing a bra. He gazed at you, licked his lips and wondered how you were his perfect match. You were getting him hard again.

He dipped his fingers in your whiskey glass and then inched closer to you, deftly running his hand under your sweater, circling your nipple. You shivered and your nipple peaked at the touch of his hand and the cool liquid.

Ransom knew that you would taste so good when he sucked it off them. You arched into him, murmuring his name and rubbing your thighs together. You loved how he took possession of you in public. You knew you were his.

“You gonna fuck me baby? Right here in this booth?”

Ransom’s brain short circuited. It was the liquor that was intoxicating. Not you, not your beautiful brown skin or those big eyes or that voice when you said his name.

No, he wasn’t soft for you at at all. He reached for the hem of your sweater to lift it up when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again.

Ransom grabbed his steak knife and banged it on the table menacingly.

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you!” Ransom growled like an animal.

The waiter stopped, wide eyed, and literally ran away.

You laughed.

“C’mon. Let’s get a room upstairs. Or should we go to your place?”

Ransom pouted. “I don’t care.” He was beyond annoyed.

You scooted out of the other side of the booth, took his hand and tried to pull. He was much bigger than you and was being an infant. He didn’t budge.

“Let’s go home. I feel like we need the lube. Want to give my big baby something special tonight.”

You chuckled at Ransom’s dilated eyes and rubbed his cock as he pulled you back toward him.

“Gonna let me have that ass, Minx?”

His heart was beating in his ears. His insides were mush.

“Yeah.”

You nodded, smiled and bit your lip. Ransom stood up and practically pulled you out of the restaurant, telling the maître’d to charge his account.

Once you got in the beemer, he sped out of the parking lot, hand on your thigh feeling you up. You reached over and turned on the radio.

A Marshmallow World started playing and Ransom groaned.

You reached over and unzipped his pants. Sitting on your knees in the seat, you leaned over to give him a hand job as he drove. You moved close and whispered in his ear.

“Give me some more marshmallow fluff, Ran. All over my hand.”

Andy and Frank both leaned against the bar, giving you a view of their long, lean forms. It just wasn’t fair.

“What are you talking about?” 

Andy looked at you quizzically.

“This tension between us. We need to squash it.”

“What tension, Baby Doll?” 

“Stop it, Frank.”  You rolled your eyes. “The longing stares, the attitude, the pining. The making any guy who looks my way pee his pants.”

They acted as if they didn’t know what you were talking about. 

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about, damn it!”

“You come in here  and you want to tell me us to act?”

Andy was confused. You could tell that he was ticked off by the clench in his jaw. It gave you a thrill, and wet panties.

“What kind of tension do you think it is?” Frank had you there.

You sighed. “The feeling that you own me.”

“I don’t feel like I own you, do you, Andy?” 

Frank looked at Andy and he shook his head. Frank looked back at you. 

“Do you feel like we own all, or just parts of you, Baby Doll?” 

Frank licked his lips and you wanted to slap his face. Or ride it. There was no use in talking to them. It was futile.

“I hate you both.” 

You turned on your heel to leave.

They called your name.

“Please don’t leave. Again.”

You stopped, took a deep breath and turned back around. But you crossed your arms and wouldn’t look at them.

“Do you flirt with other people in front of us on purpose? Do you want us to be jealous, are you trying to punish us?”  Andy had questions.

“And it’s not attitude, Baby Doll. We don’t own you. We just want you. We still have feelings for you. And we want you to want us. Of your own free will.” 

“We know that it’s going to take a lot of time, and a lot of trust building.” 

You looked up at them.

“We know we hurt you, and we want to make it up to you.” 

Andy moved closer. Frank did as well. You fidgeted, the goosebumps raised on your arms and then finally looked them both in the eye.

“I have to admit that I am still attracted to both of you. But I...”

There was a long silence. And it said everything. You looked up at Andy and Frank who looked wrecked. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Frank’s voice broke.

“We fucked up big time. I’m willing to go as fast or slow as you want, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, Baby Doll. I feel like shit. This friendship thing is for the birds..” 

“And I agree with you about the sex. It clouds the judgement.” 

Andy was in control at this moment. And you appreciated it.

Frank nodded.  

“Yeah, it’s not like we’ve been getting any lately.” 

Andy shot Frank a look.  You bit your lip to hide a smile.

“I’ve been celibate since I left last December.”

“Oh shit, you’re killing me here.” 

Frank voiced it, Andy had a look on his face that was a mixture of pain and relief.

Andy cleared his throat and looked at you; you got lost in his eyes. 

“Ok. Let’s do this right.” 

You shivered.

“Let’s start over. No sex, no strings. Just get to know each other again. The right way.”

“Do you mean… date? Both of you?” 

It didn’t sound as crazy out loud as it did in your head. Maybe you needed to stop thinking so much.

You looked between the two men, both very different. You’d thought you were head over heels in love with Andy, but Frank came along and charmed you right out of your panties. Would that have happened if you were in love with Andy as you thought you were? Could you love them both? 

“How does that work?”  

“We will play it by ear. Maybe we go on dates separately, and maybe some together.”

You got breathless at the thought of being alone with them, individually, or both.  You pretended that you had some kind of free will in this situation as you tried not to just jump their bones right there.

“How about we start with lunches?” Andy snapped you out of your reverie.

“Oh…ok.”  

You could not believe you were actually agreeing to this. Stop it, breathe you told yourself.

“We want you to feel safe. And to be exclusive, whatever that means as a... Throuple?” 

Andy looked so sincere.  

“No more setting up these jokers to get their ass kicked, I mean heart broken. End game is you are ours, and ours alone.” 

Frank’s eyes were shining and all you wanted was to give them both a hug. 

So you did.

A group chat was established that night after they made sure that you were at home safely. 

When you woke up, you had two good morning texts waiting for you. You spent the weekend deep in thought as you washed and conditioned your hair, ran some errands and made sure that you weren’t dreaming.

You and Andy and Frank were really a thing.

On Monday morning a bouquet of wildflowers came with a note. 

 “Can’t wait to see you again.”

You bit your lip and tried to guess who it was. It could be the obvious, or the unexpected.  Excitement bubbled in your stomach.

When you came out of your building there was Frank leaning against the fountain. Fuck, he looked good.

He stood up when he saw you. Damn, he loved your smile. It made him want to kiss the fuck out of you and then… well. He needed to chill.

“I’m glad it’s you.” 

You came close to him and smiled. His stomach started turning flips.

“I feel like we need to establish a firmer foundation than what we had. We basically just slid into…” 

He didn’t finish his sentence.  You didn’t need him to. What was understood didn’t need to be said.

“I get it. We’re good. So, where are you taking me?” 

Lunch was good, there was good conversation about your backgrounds.

Frank told you that he had thought about going back to California earlier this year, but had changed his mind. 

“What made you decide to stay on the east coast?” 

“I like it here, love it actually. Don’t wanna leave somewhere I love.” 

He looked at you meaningfully.  Did Frank really love you, or were you tied up in his feelings for Andy? You decided to ask the question.

“I fell for you immediately, and honestly, your relationship with Andy only made me fall harder for both of you, seeing you two together, and how he was with you.  I just wanted to be a part of that. But I went too far. When you left, I realized how much you meant to me, not just Andy. And I realized how badly I went about things the wrong way.”

“Thank you for being honest, Frank.”  

You looked down at your food and then back up. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice how you felt.”

Frank smiled at you. 

“No worries, Baby Doll. You were wrapped up in Andy.  At least you noticed how I felt eventually.”

You were thinking of just how good he felt indeed as he kept talking.

The rest of the convo was eye opening, and you two learned a lot about each other. You told him about your new job  and Frank told you about his life in California.

He confessed that he thought that he was going to be a dad, but that the paternity test showed that the baby was not his. 

You were shocked.  

“How did you feel about that?”

“Honestly?”  He looked you in the eyes. “I was disappointed as fuck. That’s why I left Cali and straightened up. I had to start fresh.”  

You nodded, understanding that emotion.

“I really want to be a father.” 

You smiled at him. “You would be an excellent dad.”

Frank beamed back at you and you continued your conversation.  He told you that he bought into The Bar, and that he and Andy were now co-owners. 

“I feel like it’s time to settle down and get serious.”

For some reason that took your breath away. You blushed and then kept talking. The time flew by and suddenly, he was walking you back to your building. You looked up at him expectantly when you arrived. You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and he watched you walk away enjoying the view and the way you looked back at him before you disappeared.

He couldn’t stop smiling all day.  Inside at your desk, neither could you.

Andy texted you the next morning.

“Can’t wait for our date.”

You were smiling down at your phone. And Tia noticed.

“I saw that you went to lunch with Frank from The Bar yesterday. That him? I see you getting your swirl on!”  

“Welll…” 

You smiled at Tia.  No use starting with lies. You ran from that last winter. 

“This is the other one. Andy…”

Tia just raised her eyebrows at you.

“Get it girl. Play that muthafucking field.”

You opened and closed your mouth, not willing to go into it right now. You just shook your head and looked back down at your phone, answering Andy’s text.

“Me neither!”

You tried not to hurry outside at lunchtime, but there he was, in the same spot as Frank was the day before. Shit, he was fine.

Andy used his old lawyer poker face as you approached, because he wanted to run toward you, throw you over his shoulder, take you back to his place and, well… that’s how you all got in this situation so he calmed down fast.

“Hey.” 

You stood there looking up at him and he was in heaven. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Hello. Where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.”

Andy looked away from you before you hypnotized him.  

“I know a place.”

“Lead the way.”

“No, ladies first.” Andy’s chivalry was cute, but irking at times.

You sighed. “Let’s just walk together.”

Andy chuckled. “Okay.”

You and Andy had a pleasant lunch, with easy conversation, much like the day before with Frank. Andy told you about their plans to open another location in New York and plans to hire more staff to help him manage the business.  They’d also purchased the building next to The Bar in Boston to renovate into a personal residence.

You nodded, remembering the space.

“That will be huge! Is it going to be just for you?”  You tilted your head in that cute way. “Or are you going to flip it?”

Andy looked at you strangely, then smiled.  

“I don’t know yet.  It’s a project that is full of potential. I’d love to have a big family there.”

You just stared at him, mouth open.

“I know, I told you that I got a vasectomy after what happened, but I do still love kids.”

You nodded, enjoying the honest exchange. 

“I always wanted two or three kids. But middle children, ugh.”  

You cringed, laughing. 

Andy laughed with you, and you two finished the meal, talking and even laughing. 

Andy walked you back, leaning down and kissing you on the cheek when it was time for you to go back to work. You kept your composure and turned to walk back in the building, looking over your shoulder to see Andy watching you. 

The lunch dates continued for about three weeks. You were smitten. With two men. Two very different men. They were like night and day, yin and yang. Maybe that’s why it felt so right. Together they were the perfect man.

When Andy asked you out to dinner, you had to set some ground rules. They looked at you as if you were crazy as you sat across the bar from them.

“So let me get this straight. You want us to know that we can’t ‘go all the way.’?”  Andy looked confused.

“What does that even mean?” Frank sounded perplexed.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess it means that I want to be physical beyond kisses on the cheek. Full french, heavy petting… treat me like I’m a virgin that you don’t want to ruin.”

They both had their mouths open.

“I know it sounds like a lot, but I’m trying to reimagine us, and for that to happen, I just have to set these boundaries, be brand new again with you.”

“Ohhhh, I get it.” Frank sounded as if he knew what was going on.  “You want the illusion of control.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fuck you, Frank.”

“Ah ah ah. None of that, young lady.” 

Andy made a joke. There was silence for five seconds, then everyone laughed. 

“Whatever you need, just agree to go out with me tomorrow.” It was a slow Thursday at The Bar.

You beamed brightly at him. “Of course.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Without me there.  I got dibs on Saturday.”

“Cool. It’s a date.”

A cocktail party.

Andy took you to a cocktail party that his liquor distributor hosted at the Four Seasons.

So when you came to the door in that short, red strappy cocktail dress with flouncy skirt, it took everything he had to not push you back into your apartment and ravage you.

You rode in the car, giving him all the leg, so much so that he had to stare at the road to get you both there safely.

Andy came around and helped you our of the car before the valet could arrive and when you uncrossed your legs, you revealed a lot of skin and just a flash of red at your crotch.

Holy hell, he felt like his heart was going to leave his body.

He was very careful all night, attentive, gentlemanly, and in control. And he looked so good in his jacket and tie. So much so that you decided to push his buttons. You needed Daddy Andy to come and play.

You two were chatting with Andy’s main sales rep, who was talking about their box at Fenway Park.

“You and Frank should come to a game sometime. Your business is really good for us, so it would be comped, of course.”

Andy smiled at the schmoozing. You were bored. You asked a simple question.

“Is it possible to give them a tour of the field?  I don’t know if Andy knows his way around third base.”

Andy’s large hand was wrapped around your throat, expertly controlling your air supply as he fingered you. 

“How’s this for third base?”

Andy moved his thumb across your lips and pressed it into your mouth and groaned when you sucked it. Then he pulled it out, watching with awe the string of saliva that connected you both.

“So, so good Daddy.”

Andy’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d been waiting to hear you call him that again.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I just want to put it in, just the tip. I swear I won’t move.” 

The empty meeting room in the hotel was convenient and perfect to teach your little hot ass a lesson, as Andy explained as he practically dragged you there after your embarrassing bratty behavior.

Andy licked his thumb, and used it to flick your clit as you whimpered.

“Oh my god…”  

Andy nodded, as if interpreting your exclamation as a full on conversation.

“You’re right.”

 Andy took your hand and put it on the front of his pants.

“Just the tip would turn into me shoving all of this dick this inside your tiny tight hole, fuck, both of them,  and then I would spend the whole night fucking you until your legs went numb.”

You squeezed him and Andy felt like he was a young man again. 

He pulled his thumb out and tasted you. You moaned something incoherent as tears rolled down your face and Andy tapped your jaw.

“Speak the fuck up. You’re spitting gibberish. You like this from just my hand? So right, you can’t handle my cock. Much less two. That’s why you have these rules, you know what Frank and I would do to you. Fucking cum hungry cockwhore.”

Andy knew just what to say and how to say it and how to apply just the right pressure to both your windpipe and your clit. After you came, and your juices were running down your legs, he spun you around and put your face in the corner.

“Turn around, nose in the corner.”

He flipped your dress up and slapped both of your cheeks, taking in the perfection of your red thong. He bit one of your asscheeks and then spread you apart, leaning in to lick up your entire crack.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” 

You turned your head and watched him dive in like it was his last meal. His lips and tongue did unspeakable things to you as you tried to look for anything to hold onto, the walls becoming inadequate. You finally reached back and grabbed his hair, wedging his face deeper into you.

Andy pulled your hips back so he could reach all the important spots and was rewarded with a mess on his mouth.  He moaned with you and enjoyed the bounty you were giving him. He almost came in his pants, the relief of getting you off after so long making him a slave to his body.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

Andy croaked as he stood back up, sliding up your body. He pressed you into the corner, holding himself back from just pulling it out and fucking you roughly. Very roughly.  But he didn’t. He had self control, barely. He shuddered as he took a deep breath, and then came to his senses, wrapping his arms around your body as you turned around and threaded your hands around his neck.

“Oh God. Are you ok?” 

He searched your eyes for any sign that you were going to run.

“I’m good Andy. Don’t worry. I know my safe words. And it was all sunshine for me.”

Andy grinned at you while you tried to fix his hair. Then you gave up and then followed and watched as Andy cleaned up in the bathroom.

When he was done, you stood up and kissed him. 

“Time to get home. I’m going to turn into a pumpkin.”

Andy couldn’t believe his restraint as he drove you home and dropped you off at the door. He must really be in love.

The club that Frank took you to was big and loud and perfect to get lost in the music. You and he stayed on the dance floor as you made a lewd statue of two people who wanted to fuck badly. There was no room for talking, just feeling. It was a perfect night.

You’d worn Andy’s shirt, tied up around your torso and a short, tight skirt. Frank could feel your perky tits as you pressed up against him, and he wasn’t sure that you were wearing panties with the ease that he could press his bulge into your ass through the thin material of the skirt.

You were on the verge of being too tipsy and too high and having to pee just enough to begin to harsh your mellow.  You whispered into Frank’s ear and escaped his clutches, just as he tried to go under your shirt.

You stumbled into the bathroom, laughing at his face when you left him on the dance floor, and fumbled for the light switch. Before you could flip it, someone came in behind you and pushed you in and the door closed behind them.

“Baby Doll. I-“

“Frank? What…”

Your eyes were adjusting to the dim light as your heart pounded from the close quarters. You could tell that his eyes were intense when they searched for yours.

“I just wanted to…”

He lunged for you and you grabbed him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he backed you up to sit on the vanity.

He kissed you like you were the air he breathed. You had none when he was done and now it’s either. It seemed his hands were everywhere on you, reacquainting himself with your body as he licked and sucked down your neck, trailing down to your cleavage.

The combined scent of you and Andy made Frank even harder.

“Hmmmm. This shirt smells like him. Was it good? Andy was over the moon last night. The way he described how you tasted almost made me jealous. S’all I could think about all day. But then I thought, I can just taste for myself.”

You moaned as he unbuttoned the shirt, biting his lips when your tits came into view.

He ground his cock between your legs, the barrier of his jeans frustrating you both to no end. 

“I want more.”

“Me too. I want to make you cum so hard on my mouth until you give me that nectar of the gods again.”

You had your hand down Frank’s pants, grasping his hard cock, pumping it as much as the constraints of his pants would allow.

Your thumb ran over his weeping slit as you teased him.

“What if I wanted to suck you off instead?”

Then he watched, helpless as you raised your thumb to your mouth and sucked the fluid that had coated it.

“I mean…I…”

You laughed. 

“I know, Our agreement. So fucking inconvenient when I wanna suck your soul out.”

Frank leaned his head against yours as you controlled him, body and mind.

You kissed him and he moaned as you started stroking him again.

“Baby Doll…”

You continued talking, seemingly oblivious to his turmoil.

“I have an idea. What if you put it in, I mean, just the tip…”

Frank’s mouth dropped open and you bit his bottom lip. You looked down, causing his forehead to move as well. You both looked down at the tip in question, which was pink and wet and pulsing in your hand.

“Could you handle that?”

Frank gulped again and nodded

“I… think I can.. I think I can.”

“Oh, my little engine that could…. So gotdamn adorable.”

“How’s this look?”

You reached down, shimmied your skirt up further and pulled your purple panties to the side.

Your plump pussy lips were glistening with your arousal and Frank grunted in his throat as his dick jumped in your hand. His eyes watered, he was so gotdamn needy.

“You’re trying to kill me for revenge. I get it now. Damn, Baby Doll. You know I wanna eat that.” 

You looked up and smacked Frank’s face, just enough to make him smirk at you with that dangerous glint.

“Don’t whine.” 

Frank licked his lips and bent his head.

”Let your dick get a taste.”

He hesitated, looking into your eyes.

“Don’t you want to? Or do you think you’re going to lose control?”

You cocked your head to the side, taunting him.

“I think you’re the one that’s going to lose control, Baby Doll. You’re just trying it so that you can blame me.”

Frank’s hands went around your ass as he pulled you closer to the edge of the vanity. Then, he pulled down his pants, moving forward to drag lmm the large head of this cock through your weeping folds, causing you to moan loudly onto his hand, which he’d clapped over your mouth as he started. 

Frank looked down at you keening though his fingers and desperately wanted to push inside you and give you what you both wanted.

Hard, rough, quick and hot sex.

“You made the rules to this game, now you gotta play by them...”

Frank snapped his hips shallowly and popped his tip into your cunt. You screamed when he stopped.

He didn’t take his hand away as he rested head on yours. His other hand gripped your hip to keep you immobile as you both felt his pulse inside you.

“..But god. I want to fuck you.”

The moans vibrating on his palm, the liquid satin feel of your cunt clenching his cock and trying to pull him in deeper, along with the tears in your eyes, made Frank start to cum. He cursed and pulled out, jacking into the sink between your legs as you leaned back against the mirror and rubbed your clit, cumming when you saw the creamy white spend start to spurt out of him.

Frank was mesmerised by your fingers on your clit as he kept cumming, stomach doing flips as he stood there and watched what he couldn’t have.

“Don’t stop. Keep cumming. Take it, take it.  If I can’t give it to you, you damn well better. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Frank’s hand was occupied and neither of you cared if anyone could hear as you moaned his name loudly.

“F-f-Frankkkk!” 

You arched your back and felt as if your head were going to crack the mirror as you came, the hardest you ever had from touching yourself.

The smell of you two was heavy in the air as Frank leaned on the vanity and you slumped against the mirror.

“Holy shit, Baby Doll,” said Frank as he marvels at your power over him. Those blue eyes tried to find the source of your magic.“That was hot.”

“It was nasty as fuck.” 

You reached down and gathered the remains cum at his slit and brought your finger up to your mouth to suck. Frank moaned and pulsed again.

“Dead. You want me dead…” 

Frank pulled up his pants and then leaned on the door as you hopped off the vanity and reached under your skirt to take off your thong.

“Want..” Frank grabbed them before you had a chance to finish. “These?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Baby Doll.”

You smirked at him over your shoulder as you straightened your skirt and then cleaned up in the sink.

When Frank went to wash his hands, you went through the club, ordering an Uber to take you home. 

You texted Frank goodnight and then texted both Frank and Andy for a movie night at your place next week.

You went in for a closer look on and under his Lightning McQueen bed and in the closet.

You freaked out and ran back to your bedroom, where Chris was putting on the Buzz Lightyear Christmas pjs that matched CJ’s.

The sight made you burst into tears. You were tired and this was the first Christmas since you’d lost another pregnancy. Getting and staying pregnant again proved not to be as easy as the first time. You couldn’t lose CJ.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

“CJ’s disappeared!”

“What?” Chris took your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “What are you taking about?”

“He’s gone!”

Chris went to his room to see for himself. You liked all over the house and by the time you both thought to look in Wynn’s room, Chris was near hysterical as well.

You started crying again when you saw two curly tops peeking out of the covers in Wynn’s Tiana Princess canopy bed. They hadn’t done that since they were three. You flipped on the light to be sure.

The twins sat up in bed, rubbing their eyes.

“Mommy! Is it true?”

You went to the bed, sat down and grabbed both of them, you and Wynn looking like twins in your matching Tiana pjs.

“Is what true?”

You wiped your tears and tried to be composed.

“Santa is real. That’s why you’re crying.” Wynn looked up at you with big eyes.

You were confused. “What? Are you asking me if he is real?”

“No mom. That’s what I told Wynn, he’s not real. But she thinks he is. That’s why she was upset. We stayed up to see what Santa brought and saw you and Santa…” CJ looked down. “…Kissing.”

He whispered the last word.

You looked up at Chris, mouth open, speechless. He was holding in a laugh. He bent down to the twins eye level.

“Tell me what’s you’re thinking, Bubba?”

“Well, I think he can’t be real. Mommy wouldn’t kiss anyone else, not even Santa. So it was you in a Santa suit. You’re a good actor!”

CJ puffed his chest out. He was just beginning to realize who his dad was: THE Buzz Lightyear. While he spoke, Wynn burrowed into you, staring up at Chris with that quizzical look of hers on her face.

“But I saw the toys. The science kit was what I put in my private letter to Santa that we sent to the North Pole. Daddy didn’t know that. So. Mommy kissed Santa and you’re getting a divorce.”

Wynn started crying. They had a couple of kids in their classes at school whose parents were divorcing.

You looked at Chris, helpless. He smiled at you and then at the kids.

“Listen, Bubba. Princess. You two are the smartest kids I know, and you know what? You’re both right!”

You were staring open mouth at your husband, anxious to hear his explanation.

“Wynn, Baby, you’re right. Mommy wouldn’t kiss anyone else. Especially after kissing Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes at him as he sent you a wink over Wynn’s head.

“And you’re right too, CJ. It has to do with acting.”

Both you and the kids were enthralled.

“Santa is doing screen tests for his new movie, Christmas Adventures, and he saw how pretty mommy is and he wanted her to play Mrs. Claus.”

You sat back and crossed your arms, waiting to hear how this ended.

“And you know how sometimes in movies, Daddy kisses other people?”

They both nodded, they’d had lots of questions when they saw scenes from his movies.

Chris leaned in and whispered, making a face. “Just so you know. It’s yucky. Bleh. I don’t enjoy it at all, ‘cause it’s not Mommy.”

You giggled with the twins; Chris was laying it on thick.

“Well, I was right there, holding the camera. I was in the room. Did you not see me?”

The both shook their heads. You cleared your throat.

“Yes, Daddy was right there. I was acting and it was all business. And it was ‘bleh,’ just like Daddy said.”

“You did so good Mommy! You’ll probably the part!” Wynn was excited now.

“Yes! Mommy did an excellent job kissing Santa. She’ll probably get a call back.”

You elbowed Chris as you stood up and spoke to the kids.

“It is way too late for you two to be up. Are you going back to your room, CJ?”

“No, Mommy. He should stay here for oldtimesake.”

CJ nodded at Wynn’s assertion. It was so cute how they said it as one word.

“Ok, but no more talking. Go to sleep.”

Chris leaned down and tucked them in, kissing them on their foreheads. You did the same and followed Chris out of the room, turning off the light.

You stayed in the hallway listening to the murmur of the twins taking and shaking your heads at each other, grinning.

You went to your room and got in bed. You turned toward Chris.

“That was a pretty great story, Santa.”

Chris shrugged and animated his eyebrows.

“What can I say. It’s a gift.” He reached for you. “Now come here, Santa has another present for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You laughed at Chris and he stopped, taking you in.

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Claus. C’mere.”

“At least the kids will probably sleep until nine or ten…” you moaned softly as Chris went under the shirt of your pj’s.

“Most definitely.”

You were awakened four hours later at 6 am by two rambunctious 7 year olds screaming “Merry Christmas” in your ears. When they saw that your eyes were open, they ran down the stairs.

You looked over at Chris.

“You start the fire, I’ll make the coffee.”

“Deal. Merry Christmas Mrs. Claus,” Chris whispered as he leaned over for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Santa.”

“STOP KISSING AND LETS OPEN PRESENTS!”

The twins were yelling at your bedroom door.

“Okay, okay…”