Claiming His Christmas Tree Topper

When I open the bottle, the scent of vanilla and cake fills the car, and I lick my lips wondering if this is what her pussy tastes like. I squirt some in my hand and then quickly toss the bottle back in the bag before I begin to jack off. There’s no finesse or foreplay, I just go straight to my cock that’s jutting up from between my legs. Its tip is glistening with need, and I squeeze tight as my hand moves fast. Faster, faster, I stroke myself, needing to hit that high. I shove the sweater against my open mouth and breathe deep as I imagine her in front of me, legs spread and knees up. I think of her pink petals and what they’ll feel like on my tongue and how I want to eat her ass.

I grunt, but my cock responds faster than I do, and I spurt cum on her steering wheel. It catches me off guard and without thinking I shove the sweater over my cock and pump my release into it. It’s soft and cushioned as I thrust my hips up. It’s too late to stop now, and I couldn’t if I tried.

My head falls back on the headrest of the seat, and I close my eyes as a wave of bliss rolls over me. I only enjoy it for a second before my cock twitches again, demanding another. I want to do it again, but it’s enough to curb the edge for now, and I need to get inside. I stare at the steering wheel and use the sweater to wipe it up as best as I can. Once I’m done I contemplate taking the sweater and keeping it, but I have nowhere to put it. There’s also a dark part of me that wants her to have something of me with her, and although that may be fucked up, I’m not able to control myself when it comes to Eve.

I glance at myself in the rearview mirror and see how dark my eyes appear. Yes, this is crazy. I’ve broken into Eve’s car, jacked off on her sweater, and left it for her as a gift. I know that this isn’t exactly normal, but my need for her is overriding all of that.

Once I’ve cleaned up and put my cock away, I slip out of her car and down the long driveway toward the house. When I get inside, the place is packed, so I grab a drink from the waiter passing in front of me and move along the edges of the party. There’s a fair amount of people I know, but we don’t always run in the same circles enough for me to have been invited. This looks like a party for real estate investors, and I don’t dabble in land anymore. My investments are based on the market.

“Dasher Sleigh, I didn’t know you’d grace us with your presence tonight,” Penelope Cleveland says as she blocks my path.

“Just saying hello to a friend.” I nod, trying to move past her, but she side-steps me. I catch a glimpse of red out of the corner of my eye and I crane my neck to see Eve speaking to someone. “If you’ll excuse me…”

“One second.” Penelope grabs my arm, and I stare down at it like a snake has bitten me. “I was hoping to get to talk to you. We’ve got a party tomorrow night at Rich’s house.” When my face is blank, she smiles. “It’s for charity. I’d love for you to come as my date.”

I open my mouth to tell her no, but then I remember Eve mentioning doing an event at Rich’s house. That asshole definitely didn’t invite me, and it might be my only way in.

“I’ll have my assistant set something up,” I say, and it’s enough for Penelope to move out of my way.

“Speak to you soon,” she calls from behind me, but I ignore her.

I’m scanning the room quickly again, and it takes a second before I find Eve. She’s off to the side talking with a man that’s leaning in close to her. I don’t like the proximity, and as I move closer, I see her smile is tight and her hands are clenched in front of her like she’s uncomfortable.

Sneaking around the room, I get closer, and eventually I’m only a few feet away. I pretend to sip my wine and glance out the window as I listen to her conversation.

“Party planning must be a lot of fun,” the guy says, and there’s something about his tone that grates my nerves.

“It is. I should probably get back to the event.” Eve sounds like she’s trying to break off the conversation, but the guy isn’t picking up on it.

“I have a party coming up and I could use a soft touch,” he says, and I glance back to see him leaning closer. “You look like you’ve got something soft under there.”