A Baumgartner Christmas (12 page)
“God, you’re so fucking
beautiful,” Wilson gasped, looking up at Daphne. She smiled at him, reaching
out, and their palms touched, fingers entwined.
Carrie cupped his balls in her
hand, rolling them gently as she sucked him, drawing his attention back to what
she was doing. He looked down at her and moaned, shaking his head.
“And you’re so fucking gorgeous,
it hurts.” His hips thrust up all on their own, aiming for the back of her
throat.
Doc chuckled, glancing over at
his friend. “How lucky are we?”
“I think we won the sex lottery,”
Wilson exclaimed, watching his friend’s wife swallow the length of his cock.
Carrie smiled, looking up at
Daphne, and she nodded, understanding her look, seeing how her friend’s hand
clasped Wilson’s, bridging the distance between them.
“Come here, Daph.” Carrie took
his tattooed cock out of her mouth. “Come fuck him.”
The redhead leaned over and
kissed Doc, nice and slow, before sliding up his length and coming to straddle
Wilson. He took charge easily, guiding her hips, letting Carrie aim his cock
between her swollen pussy lips. Carrie glanced over at Doc, seeing him smiling.
Daphne cried out when he entered
her, even though she’d been expecting it. Carrie watched her settle into the
saddle of Wilson’s hips, her friend’s fiery pubic hair a contrast to Wilson’s
dark nest. They were completely joined, whole, even their hands entwined, palm
to palm, as they began to rock, their hips moving all on their own.
“Come here, minx.” Doc slapped
Carrie’s behind, sticking up in the air as she leaned over to watch Wilson fuck
her friend. “I want my wife.”
“You always had me.” She went to
him, climbing up and sliding down his pole, already slick with Daphne’s pussy
juices, making it all the more sweet.
“Mmmmmm, now that’s my girl.” Doc
settled his thumbs into the indents of her hipbones, looking up at her and
smiling. Beside them, Daphne and Wilson were already rocking the bed, their
breath coming in short, harsh pants.
“Nice and easy.” Carrie rolled
her hips in circles.
“Look.” Doc glanced over, seeing
Daphne riding Wilson, her hips making the same motion. They were sexy as hell,
Carrie had to admit, the two of them grinding and moaning and clinging to each
other, but there was something else, and she knew Doc felt it too. They’d
brought the two of them here for Christmas, intending to give each other a
gift, and instead had somehow given their friends a gift instead.
“I know.” Carrie smiled, leaning
over to kiss her husband. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed her
back. “Now fuck me until I come up inside your hot little cunt so hard you can
taste it.”
Carrie moaned, his tongue sucking
at hers as he began to thrust, driving her up on the bed. He fucked her hard,
so hard it almost hurt, but she didn’t care. Carrie gasped when Doc rolled her
to her back and she saw that the couple beside them had changed position,
Wilson shoving his cock in hard and deep.
“Fuck me,” Daphne begged, her
fingers digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Do it!
Oh fuck! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh!”
Carrie knew the sweet sound of
her friend’s impending orgasm, feeling her own beginning to rise. She glanced
up at Wilson, his eyes half-closed, sweat sheening the tattoos on his chest,
his dark hair falling like a curtain, and then she looked at Doc, his eyes on
her and her alone.
“Come on, baby,” Carrie urged,
reaching down to feel his cock going into her, needing to touch that place
where they were joined. “Make me come all over that big, hard dick.”
Doc took the challenge, spreading
her thighs wider with his, the friction building between them, the heat
unbearable. She rubbed the ridge of her clit, back and forth, circling,
teasing, wanting it and not, loving that feeling of hovering just at the edge.
“Ohhhhh fuck, Daphne, your pussy
is so fucking good!” Wilson cried, the whole mattress shaking with his thrusts.
“Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhh!”
Carrie reached for Doc, pulling
her to him, taking all of his weight, wrapping herself around him and clinging
like a vine. She couldn’t get close enough, hearing her friend’s whimpers and
cries beside her, the room filled with the sounds and scent of their fucking.
“Baby,” Doc panted, his cock
swelling, the sights and sounds and smells of it too much for him, too much for
her too.
“Yes!” She let him fuck her, fill
her, take her. “Do it! Come! Come! Ohhhhh fuck! I’m gonna come!”
Doc growled and shuddered into
her, their bodies slick and sliding together as they both came, Carrie arching
and writhing beneath him, Doc rutting and grunting on top of her, both of them
reaching their pinnacle together, a mountain climbed and conquered, the
free-fall off the other side a long, sweet ride down into nothing and
everything all at once.
Carrie kissed his sweaty neck as
he collapsed onto her, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling. Beside her, Wilson
and Daphne were whispering and giggling and the sound was more sweet music to
her ears.
“We are so going to have to wash
these sheets,” Doc said, laughing.
“Shh.” Carrie nudged him, looking
over at the couple beside them, cuddled together in an almost visible
afterglow. “Look.”
Doc did and grinned. “I guess
this solves the problem of where he’s going to sleep tonight.”
“I think it solves a lot of
problems,” Carrie agreed, kissing her husband quiet.
* * * *
Nan stood on a kitchen chair, tacking
up the mistletoe in the doorway, while her husband, Chuck, poured himself
another egg nog.
“You’re sure it’s okay, having
all these people here?” Carrie held the chair for her mother-in-law and glanced
into the living room where Wilson and Daphne were talking on the couch. Doc
winked and tipped back his beer from a chair across the room, dropping her a
wink.
“Don’t be silly.” Nan waved her
concern away. “I told you before, when you asked me if your friend could come.
The more the merrier!”
“That’s very nice,” Carrie
complimented her mother-in-law’s placement of the mistletoe.
“It’s not Christmas without
mistletoe.” Nan climbed down from her perch.
“Chuck, you’d better offer our
guests some of that egg nog before it’s all gone!” Nan scolded, putting the
chair back at the kitchen table.
Her father-in-law sighed, poking
his head around the corner. “You kids want some egg nog?”
“I’m good,” Doc said, tipping his
beer in his father’s direction as he came into the kitchen. He saw his wife
standing by the egg nog and went to her, slipping an arm around her waist and
kissing her cheek. “But I bet our two lovebirds wouldn’t turn down some nog.”
Daphne and Wilson appeared in the
doorway, arms wrapped around each other. Carrie couldn’t help smiling at the
sight.
“Oh! Oh! Look up!” Nan grinned,
pointing at the mistletoe she’d just hung in the doorway.
“Oh darn, we’re caught.” Daphne
laughed, putting her arms around Wilson’s neck. “I guess we have to kiss.”
Wilson actually blushed, but
their lips met under the mistletoe and they all applauded.
Carrie smiled as Doc turned her
to him, capturing her mouth and kissing her deeply. It was a very un-public
kiss, a very not-in-front-of-your-parents-and-our-friends kiss, making her toes
curl and her knees threaten to buckle.
“We’re not under the mistletoe,”
she gasped when they parted, laughing.
Doc smiled. “I don’t need an
excuse to kiss my wife.”
“Merry Christmas, Doc.” She put
her arms around his neck, and everything else—Daphne and Wilson giggling under
the mistletoe, Nan setting out a plate of cheese and crackers, Chuck pouring
himself yet another egg nog while Nan wasn’t looking—melted away at the look in
her husband’s eyes. He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in
the world—the only woman in his world who mattered.
“I love you.” Doc kissed her
again, this time quickly, lightly, a casual kiss, one that told her that he
expected to kiss her again, soon and often. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Selena
Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of
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If you enjoyed
A BAUMGARTNER
CHRISTMAS
,
you might also enjoy:
BABYSITTING
THE BAUMGARTNERS
By Selena Kitt
Ronnie—or as Mrs. Baumgartner insists on calling her, Veronica—has
been babysitting for the Baumgartners since she was fifteen years old and has
practically become another member of the family. Now a college freshman, Ronnie
jumps at the chance to work on her tan in the Florida Keys with “Doc” and “Mrs.
B” under the pretense of babysitting the kids. Ronnie isn’t the only one with
ulterior motives, though, and she discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward
plans for their young babysitter. This wicked hot sun and sand coming of age
story will seduce you as quickly as the Baumgartners seduce innocent Ronnie and
leave everyone yearning for more!
Warnings: This title contains
sand, sun, micro-bikinis, graphic language, seriously erotic erotica, lesbian
sex, anal sex, sex toys, a MFF menage a trois (threesome) between an older
couple and their teen babysitter that may set your Kindle on fire (or your
print pages if you haven't yet been Kindle-assimilated) and a coming-of-age
fantasy that will rock your world.
EXCERPT from
BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS:
When my legs
felt steady enough to hold me, I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping
myself in one of the big white bath sheets. My room was across the hall from
the bathroom, and the Baumgartner's was the next room over. The kids' rooms
were at the other end of the hallway.
As I made my way
across the hall, I heard Mrs. B's voice from behind their door. "You want
that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?"
I stopped, my
heart leaping, my breath caught.
Oh my God.
Were they talking about me?
He said something, but it was low, and I couldn't quite make it out. Then she
said, "Just wait until I wax it for you. It'll be soft and smooth as a
baby."
Shocked, I
reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, standing
there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing it wasn't
completely closed, still trying to hear what they were saying. There wasn't any
noise, now.
"Oh
God!" I heard him groan. "Suck it harder."
My eyes wide, I
felt the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady heat. Was she
sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his hand--even from a
distance, I could tell it was big--much bigger than any of the boys I'd ever
been with.
