A Bradford Christmas Eve: Part I

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

For Adults 18 Years and Older

Christmas Eve should be relaxing, right? Not for Trevor, who just realized he skipped the most important task of the holiday season

God, he was exhausted, Trevor thought as he stood there, watching his incredibly beautiful wife roll over onto her side with a soft sigh. All he wanted to do was to curl up in bed behind her and pass out. He was definitely ready to call it a night, he thought as he absently ran the towel over his chest and stomach, pausing to give his growing cock a gently squeeze through the towel as he ran his eyes over the woman that he couldn’t seem to get enough of.

After the night he’d had, sex should be the last thing on his mind, but as Trevor stood there, moving the soft cotton towel over his hardening cock, all he could think about was just how soft his wife’s curves were and just how fucking good it would feel to slide inside her. He honestly couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend Christmas Eve than listening to his wife moan.

Never taking his eyes off Zoe, Trevor gave his cock one last squeeze before he tossed the towel aside and crossed the room, pausing by the bed to pull the covers back and-

Felt his lips twitch when he spotted the oversized Christmas tee-shirt that his wife was wearing. Too fucking adorable for her own good, Trevor thought with a heartfelt sigh as he climbed into bed behind her. He pulled the covers over his hips before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer as his lips found the back of her neck.

With a soft moan, Zoe pushed back against him as she tilted her head to the side to make it easier for him to kiss a path to her jaw. “How did it go?” she asked as she placed her hand over his where it gently caressed her soft belly through her shirt.

“She didn’t kill him,” Trevor said, earning a soft chuckle from the woman slowly pushing back against him and making it really fucking difficult to think straight at the moment.

“It’s only a matter of time,” Zoe said, making his lips twitch as he kissed a path along her jaw.

“True,” Trevor said, hoping the little bastard didn’t do anything else to piss off his neighbor tonight, otherwise he was going to have to call Uncle Ethan to rein in Arik before he got himself killed.

“What time is it?” Zoe asked as she slid her hand over his and reached down so that she could grab hold of the hem of her shirt and slowly pull it up.

“A little after ten,” he said, sliding his hand over her shirt, onto her soft skin, and beneath the thin, soft cotton panties that felt good rubbing against his aching cock.

“Really?” Zoe said, sounding surprised. “That was quick.”

“I promised to beat the shit out of him the next time he pissed her off,” Trevor said as he slid his hand between her legs and-

So fucking wet.

Moaning softly, Zoe reached back and cupped the back of his neck as she turned her head, making it easier for him to brush his lips against hers. He moved his lips against hers as he traced her wet slit while she pushed back against him while she focused on pushing her panties down, ensuring that this was going to end up being his favorite Christmas Eve memory.

Desperate to be inside her, Trevor traced her slit with his fingertip one last time before he pulled his hand free so that he could help shove her panties down to her knees. As soon as her panties reached her knees, Zoe began wiggling and frantically shoving them down the rest of the way until she was able to kick them off.

Trevor hooked his arm beneath her leg and used his hold to pull her back and make it easier for him to-

“This has to be a record. Normally, it takes you all night to finish wrapping the Christmas gifts,” Zoe murmured against his lips as he pushed forward, causing the tip of his cock to tease her slit only to go still when her words slowly sank in and when they did…

Oh, shit…

“Trevor?” Zoe said in a seductive whisper that had his cock jerking against her ass as she pushed back against him, causing the tip of his cock to slide between her slit while he lay there, struggling not to panic.

“It wasn’t that bad this year,” Trevor said, breaking off the kiss as he cleared his throat and-

Oh, fuck…

-was forced to close his eyes on a groan when the woman that was going to kill him when she found out that he’d fucked up, pushed her hips back and took the thick tip inside her.

She felt so fucking good, Trevor thought, allowing himself a moment to savor just how good she felt wrapped around him, knowing what he had to do. Praying that the move didn’t kill him, he reluctantly forced himself to pull out of her as he kissed the back of her neck.

“I forgot something,” he said, struggling to ignore his body’s demands to push back inside her, and God, did he want to push back inside her.

“Can it wait?” Zoe asked as she reached back and grabbed hold of his arm to stop him when he started to move away.

“It’s one of the kids’ gifts,” Trevor said, hoping that she’d be willing to leave it at that.

With a groan, Zoe rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow with a muttered, “Be quick.”

“You won’t even know I’m gone,” Trevor promised, biting back a wince as he climbed off the bed and quickly made his way to the bathroom, where he quietly closed the door behind him before he moved his ass.

He quickly made his way across the bathroom and tore through the hamper, grabbing the clothes he wore yesterday before moving to pull on his jeans only to rethink that decision when the angry appendage between his legs jerked angrily. Biting back a curse, he dropped his jeans back on the floor and quickly made his way to the shower where he took the coldest shower of his life before grabbing a towel and stumbled back over to his clothes.

That was followed by stumbling around the bathroom, struggling to pull his clothes on before he rushed to the bathroom door, slowly exhaled, opened the door and casually strolling back into the bedroom.

“Hurry,” Zoe mumbled sadly against her pillow as Trevor made his way to their bedroom door.

“Two minutes tops,” he promised as he opened the door and made his way into the hallway before closing it behind him and realized that he had no idea where she hid the presents this year.

He briefly debated sneaking back into their bedroom so that he could check their closet, but he didn’t think that she would hide anything in there again after the kids tunneled their way inside a few years ago. That left the attic, the basement, and the garage.

Since he didn’t have time to tear the house apart, Trevor decided to save time and made his way to Mathew’s room. He quietly opened the door and-

“Jesus Christ!”

-quickly closed it before he was scarred for life. Swallowing hard, Trevor stumbled away from the room that needed to be condemned before he focused on the boys’ room. Making a mental note to grab a snow shovel and a hazmat bag later for his youngest son’s room, he made his way inside the boys’ room and-

“Downstairs closet behind our old hockey gear,” came the helpful answer before he had a chance to open his mouth.

With a nod, Trevor quickly made his way back into the hallway and closed their door before he quickly made his way downstairs, jumped over the large sectional couch and headed for the closet, where he shoved the boys’ old hockey gear out of the way to find the Christmas presents that his wife hid. That was followed by struggling not to panic as he took in all the presents filling the large closet before his gaze shifted to where the wrapping paper should be waiting for him only to remember something really fucking important.

He promised to pick up the wrapping paper this year.

Swallowing hard, Trevor glanced from the plastic storage container filled with tape, scissors, ribbons, bows, and everything that he was going to need to finish wrapping their presents once he managed to get his hands on some wrapping paper. Slowly exhaling as he debated his next move and-

Fuck it.

He closed the closet door and quickly made his way back upstairs only to sigh when he heard it, the unmistakable sound of someone beating the shit out of his son with a pillow. For a moment, he considered ignoring it, but…

This could work.

With that, Trevor quietly made his way into the boys’ room, plucked the small teenage girl beating the shit out of Jonathan with a pillow and tossed her over his shoulder as he headed for the door with a satisfied sigh.

Want to know if Trevor pulls it off? Don’t miss Part 2, coming this Christmas Eve!

I hope this chronicle brought a smile to your face and some holiday cheer to your day. What’s your funniest Christmas mishap? Let me know in the comments below!

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