The Firework Exploded (The Holidays #3)(12)

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that,” I mutter to him in my most erotic voice as I click on the Google bookmark I saved when I went to the bathroom at my parents’ house after dinner.

Sam starts kissing my neck and I moan in approval, thankful that he has no idea I’m moaning because I’m happy the wifi at our house is working and the link pulls up with no problems.

Hitting play on the video box on my screen, I bring my hand between us and angle the phone toward his face as he kisses his way up my neck and pauses with his lips on my chin when the crappy music starts playing.

Sam pulls his head back and looks at my phone in confusion, the thrusting of his hips almost slowing down completely.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay. Keep going and just watch,” I tell him, lifting my hips and urging him to keep moving.

He’s now stopped f*cking me completely and he lifts himself up on his elbows, giving me a puzzled look. I wave the screen at him to get his attention back to it and instead of nodding his head in understanding, he just looks back and forth between my face and my phone as the grunting and gasping coming from it gets louder than the shitty music playing in the background.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” I whisper softly, trying once again to lift my hips up to him to get him to start moving again.

I deserve a God damn medal when I manage to keep the sexiness in my voice instead of screaming in pain when that movement doesn’t make his dick slide back home. Oh, no. There’s no sliding going on because there’s no wetness going on. I imagine this is what it feels like to be f*cked by a Yeti with a dick covered in fur. There’s no give, no easy glide of one body part into another; there’s just the feeling of trying to shove something hard and dry into something soft and equally dry. The lips of my vagina fold in on themselves around his dick as I thrust upwards and try to keep the sultry smile on my face.

“What is happening right now?” Sam mutters, glancing at the screen when loud sounds of slurping and wet slapping echo through the phone.

Letting go of the hold I have on his ass with my free hand, I run my palm down the side of his face soothingly.

“Shhhh, don’t fight it. Just keep going. You like watching two girls getting it on, don’t you? Yeah, that’s hot. You better hurry up, there’s some fisting about to happen at the two-minute mark,” I whisper encouragingly, taking one for the team as I push my hips up to meet him again.

When Scheva suggested I take the tote of movies my mother tried to give us tonight and put on some porn for Sam to watch while we have sex, I told her she was insane. First of all, there is no way I’m going to watch any of those stupid DVDs and have to think about how many times my parents watched them and did God knows what with them playing in the background. Second, I told her we’d been there, done that. I’m not threatened by porn. I enjoy watching a little X-rated goodness to get things started and so does Sam. But we’ve never watched more than a minute or two before we’ve ripped each other’s clothes off and forgotten all about what was playing. Scheva reminded me this isn’t like any other time and I needed to step up my game if I wanted to fix this for him. She snuck into the bathroom with me when Sam was busy helping my mother clean up the dinner dishes and helped me bookmark a few good videos that she guaranteed would help and told me to do whatever I could to make him watch the whole thing, while we were having sex.

So, here I am. This is what it’s come to. The lips of my vagina are still folding like a f*cked up origami around Sam’s penis while I continue to move my hips as I set the phone on my forehead and balance it there so he has no choice but to watch.

“What are you doing? What is happening?” Sam asks again.

Since my phone has started to slip with each jerk of my hips, it’s now covering my eyes and I can’t see his face to know if he’s even watching the video. I can tell by how vocal the woman on the video is getting that it’s almost to the good part so I hope Sam is paying attention. I can’t even tell if his dick is still hard since I’ve lost all feeling between my legs and it’s starting to make me a little crazy and borderline irrational.

“Look at the porn, Sam. JUST LOOK AT IT!” I shout, trying and failing to keep my voice from screeching like a howler monkey. “Two girls, one fist. Look at all that scissoring. It’s so hot.”

Even though my cell phone makes it impossible to see if Sam is enjoying this, at least I’m now happy about purchasing the ginormous iPhone 6 plus, the size of a small computer. He can watch the porn covering my face and have no clue that my mouth is wide open while I try to gasp for breath through the pain. I leave my phone balancing and carefully move my hands back down to his ass, trying to coax him to do something, but he still refuses to move. Maybe the girl-on-girl fisting was too much. I should have eased him into this with something less shocking, like an under-the desk-blowjob video or some light anal.

“HOLY FUCK! SHE JUST SHOVED HER ARM IN THERE UP TO HER ELBOW! I CAN’T UNSEE THIS!” Sam suddenly shouts.

He scrambles off of me, pulling his dick out so quickly that I can’t stop my scream of pain. My cell phone slides off my face and down into the couch cushions as I curl up into a ball and press both my hands against my vagina to try and sooth it.

“No! Come back! This will work, I know it will work!” I yell. “I’ll put on the one I bookmarked of the two girls dressed as cheerleaders. You like cheerleaders, right? They’re totally hot and I promise there will be NO disappearing hands, wrists or elbows!”