Amplify (40 page)

When the song ends, Lucy hugs me tight. I hug her back.

“Merry Christmas, Luce my goose.”

“Merry Christmas, Xan my man.”

She heads back to Jesse and I head for the rum.

The chick kneeling at my feet is giving me a blow job of epic proportions. It’s no comparison to Lucy in the dream—how fucked is that? And how fucked is it that I’m thinking of Lucy while I’m getting head?

I thread my fingers through her hair, thrusting harder into her mouth and that’s when she appears in my mind. Just like she always does. Tera.

I close my eyes and pump harder into the wetness of her mouth as she sucks me harder, her fingertips whispering over my balls before she cups them in her hand and gently rolls them.

“Shit.”

“Mmm,” she hums.

“Tug ‘em gently,” I tell her when she continues to play with my balls. She does as I ask and I’m close to blowing.

“I’m gonna come so if you don’t want me to shoot in your mouth, you better stop,” I warn, but she keeps on going. When she tugs my balls again, I let go and grunt out my release.

“Shit.” God damn I needed this but it’s not enough. I need to fuck. I pull her up, not looking at her face, pretending she’s Tera which is a total asshole move but I can’t help it. She’s the one I want and the one I can’t have.

I reach between her legs and she’s soaked. I grab a condom and glove up quickly. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I lower her onto my waiting cock.

“Hell yeah. So hot and wet. So tight.”  I close my eyes when she moans and arches her back. I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, biting the tip, then soothing the sting with my tongue.

She starts lifting and lowering her hips, her hands resting on my shoulders for leverage, and her muscular thighs—which are hot as hell—clenching tighter around me.

I get her to come fast. She was primed from sucking me and as she’s moaning out her release, I thrust harder, easing up as her walls stop clenching me. She’s panting but we’re not done.

“More?” she asks. I normally just get off with her, but hell. I’m fair and I’m not coming more than she does. A woman deserves her pleasure. I may be a motherfucker for using her body while I picture Tera, but I’m not a total asshole. She’s going to come again and she’s going to come hard. Then, and only then, will I let myself come again.

She reaches for me and I shake my head.

“No. Hands above your head or at your sides. You just hang on.”

She nods. She really is pretty and she deserves better than this. I don’t know why she chooses this for herself but I’m not her therapist.

I reach down and circle her clit with my fingers and she softens around me again, getting wetter and hotter. I grunt and walk over to the sofa where I lift her off and turn her around, bending her over the back. I thrust into her hard and fast. She’s not ready to come and neither am I but I’m going to enjoy the hell out of getting us there. Instead of widening her stance, she puts her feet closer together and I groan. Hell, that’s hot.

“So tight. God damn.” I reach around her and pinch her nipples, her pussy clenching around my cock when I do and I know she’s getting closer. I pump into her a couple more times before pulling out and sitting on the sofa. She straddles me and my cock slides inside her.

“Shit.” She feels so god damn good. “This is you,” I tell her, resting my hands on her hips and tilting my head back, eyes closed. Yeah, I’m a jackass because it’s Tera I see again.

She starts lifting and lowering herself onto my cock, fast and hard, then she rolls her hips so her clit rubs against me and son of a bitch if that doesn’t trigger the first tingle. She keeps going and I grab her hips tighter, thrusting up into her when her back arches and her head tips back. Her long hair brushing against my thighs as I lift and lower her while I push my dick into her hot, wet, and already clenching pussy.

“Come for me, baby,” I whisper. I want to bring her pleasure. I want her to come hard and I’m going to make sure she does. She may not be Tera, but she’s a woman and she’s giving me her body, giving me this, and I’m going to give back. I’m many things but selfish isn’t one of them.

I pinch one nipple and suck the other and she moans. Her pussy clamps down and my breath catches.

“Hell yeah, baby. Come on my dick.”

She likes the dirty talk and she squeezes me tighter. I thrust hard and fast a couple more times before I let go and come, so hot and hard I groan.

“Shit. Keep moving, baby. Take it all from me,” I tell her and she does.

When I’m done she collapses against me and I kiss her neck, then behind her ear. She sits up with a smile.

“That was amazing.”

“Fuckin’ A.”

She stands up and goes off in search of her panties while I dispose of the condom and tuck myself back into my pants.

She grabs her purse and walks over to me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I don’t allow mouth kissing unless it’s just like that one. Nothing deep, nothing meaningful.

“Merry Christmas, Xander.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.” Yeah, I’m a dick. I don’t use names either but she doesn’t seem to mind since she keeps coming back.

“Call me.”

I nod. I will. Like always, I will, when I need to get off. It’s all I have for now and I make it work, even if it’s not enough.

I grab my phone.

Xander
: Merry Christmas, Tera. Say yes.

I head back downstairs to join the others, poem in hand. They’re all still chatting and just enjoying the spirit of Christmas.

“I’ve prepared a little something for you all,” I announce and the guys groan while the girls clap. Dicks.

“What is it?” Meggie asks, bouncing on Trace’s lap. I’m sure he’s enjoying that. I look to him.

“You’re welcome, dude.”

Trace laughs.

“I wrote a poem.”

“A poem?” Sera asks.

I nod. “A BFD version of The Night Before Christmas.”

“Oh hell,” Cage says with a laugh.

“Dude, don’t hate.”

He laughs more and I grin then clear my throat.

It’s the eve before Christmas and all through CFD

We’re all wide awake and drunk as can be

“Some of us drunker than others,” Mama scolds.

“It’s Christmas, mama. Let them imbibe as they see fit. They’ll pay for it while we serve up food tomorrow.”

She nods at me. “Karma.”

I continue on with the poem.

We’re going to celebrate this Christmas in rockstar style

As we may not get to relax and party for a while

With Lucy carrying the Kingston Litter

We know for sure she’s not a “quitter”

I get a glare from Jesse at the ‘litter’ reference and everyone laughs.

Laugh if you must but this much is true

I prefer non-quitters and I’m sure you do too

Now Sera’s all sick-like and everyone’s atwitter

I’m glad my room has its own shitter

“Dude, too far,” Ethan rebukes.

“Whatever. Mama laughed,” I inform him then go back to the poem.

Don’t get all rowdy and boo and hiss

Just be grateful I’ve got my own place to piss

Now Cage, Cage Nichols, he is the shit

A gun-toting mafia businessman who has permission to squeeze Sera’s tit

I admit to being jealous and that’s a fact

Because honestly, dude, it doesn’t get much better than that.

Sera snorts and Cage just shakes his head and chuckles.

“You may be some mafia dude, but you’ll always be Cage to me which means I’m going to continue to fuck with you every chance I get.”

He nods. “I expect nothing less. Exceptions have always been made for you, Xander.”

I nod back. “That’s as it should be.”

Next we’ve got Jesse, with his potent little swimmers

Lucy, at least before he knocked you up he took you to dinner

I never thought I’d see the day our frontman would wed

That’s gotta tell you right there Lucy’s seriously fucking hot in bed

I look to mama and daddy Russo and cringe. “Sorry.” They both just shake their heads and laugh.

Then we’ve got Kennedy, the quiet one of the group

He’s fun to challenge and easy to dupe

Kennedy gives me the finger. “Fuck off.”

Don’t get me wrong we all know he’s a genius

He’s the only one of us who thinks with his brain and not his penis

That includes Ethan our man of few words

He can give as good as he gets when he’s spurred

Not sure that made any sense

But I’m sure none of you take offense

Now Jace, oh Jace, you sure as hell had it made

Pissing the bed until the third grade

It’s okay, it’s okay, I won’t give you too much shit

But it makes me wonder how long you were on your mama’s tit

Cage roars out in laughter, Jace gives me a two bird salute, and I grin. Hell yeah. I got the boss man to laugh.

Brother Kingston, that would be Ben, and he knows the score

That dude right there can really fucking snore

Like a chainsaw that’s cutting some thick-ass wood

The fact that he’s sleeps alone is now understood

Everyone murmurs their agreement.

“Jackass,” Ben admonishes with a chuckle.

Trace Styx, Trace Styx the drummer for Blush

I gotta admit, I’ve got me a bit of a man crush

Watching you play, I get why the women beg

One day will you tell me what it’s like to fuck Meg?

He wraps his arms tighter around her. “Not gonna happen, dude.”

Speaking of Meg, tall and lithe and can bring you to your knees

Jace told me a secret about you, you dribble when you sneeze

“God damn you, Jace Warner. I didn’t tell your secret! Why would you tell mine?”

Jace shrugs. “Guilty by association.”

“Yeah, fuck off, Pee Pants,” she scorns and rests back against Trace.

Damian Black, the Russo enforcer

Yeah, that’s all I’m sayin about you to avoid deadly torture

Damian nods and smirks.

We’ve a new addition to our little clan

Her name is Misty and I’m a fan

The woman is talented and can seriously fucking cook

Don’t grab her ass, she’s got a mean right hook

She frowns at me and nods.

“Sorry, Misty. You’ve got a great ass,” I say.

“True that,” Ben tells her with a wink and she blushes. Well, alright then.

Spenser, Carmen, and Simone, the masters of wardrobe and hair

To them, no others compare

“Abso-fucking-lutely right,” Spenser agrees.

And here’s another Lucy stole from Cage

Celeste the assistant who does some seriously kinky shit backstage

She gasps, her hand flying to her chest and I wink.

It’s our little secret, I’m not going to tell

But what I saw, holy hell!

Mama and daddy Russo are next

What can I say about them? They are the best.

“Xander, we love you,” Mama tells me with a soft smile.

“I love you too, mama and daddy.” Anthony cringes at my calling him ‘daddy’ and I laugh.

Then there’s Joey who constantly kisses Trace’s ass

I hope the next time he passes gas

“Damn, it sucks that he left already. That was a good one.”

“No worries,” Jesse tells me and I look over. “Lucy’s texting it to him.”

I chuckle. “Luce my goose, you’re awesome.”

She nods and winks. “I know.”

I smirk. Her confidence is growing and it’s a beautiful thing to watch.

It’s our first Christmas together and it’s been a special one

Next year there’ll be babies which’ll make it even more fun

“Oh hell,” Jesse murmurs.

“Brace yourself, dude,” Kennedy tells him.

I’m going to teach your kids all kinds of swears and sass

I won’t even care when you all kick my ass

“And I
will
kick your ass,” Jesse assures me.

I nod.

It’ll be worth it of this I am sure

I want to be there when your kids start to swear in the store

Everyone laughs, including Lucy and Jesse who can’t hold back any longer.

Never did I imagine a Christmas like this one in CFD

But it’s pretty fucking amazing if you ask me