Santa's Feast
"This is one hell of a daydream," she moaned. "Kiki, you are finally sliding over the edge into madness."
Too bad. This was one daydream she was going to enjoy. She gave herself up to the pleasure flooding her system. The imaginary lover slid lower, fingers ruffling the bottom of her skirt before insinuating themselves under the material. The cotton fabric bunched up around her waist as he clamped his hands about her hips.
Kiki groaned in ecstasy as his tongue ran down over the curve of her ass, creating friction on the satin fabric of her underwear. Her panties suddenly slithered down her thighs and the hot brand of his mouth moved on. Licking, nipping at the cheeks and then spreading them to trace down the flesh until he reached her pussy.
She opened her legs a bit more and pushed her bottom backward. The invisible hands trailed down her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. Thumbs gently caressed her swollen flesh until she moaned in frustration. It was too much... and not enough. She writhed against the hot boulder. Nails clawed at the granite surface. The blood rushed through her veins and the breath caught in her throat.
His tongue lapped at her nether lips and she screamed, the sound bouncing off the outcrop of rocks. A parrot in an overhead branch squawked at the intrusion of sound. Kiki ignored it and concentrated on the sensations ripping all control from her.
She rocked her hips back and forth as he parted her and lapped at her clit. A pulsing began deep inside. Tension coiled low in her belly. Her legs trembled, and for a moment, she thought she'd collapse into a melted heap on the dusty red soil.
"Oh, God, don't tease!" she gasped. How foolish. It was all in her head. She needed to find her own release. Live out her daydream to the end.
Then she heard something, or thought she did.
Something impossible.
Something totally alien.
As you wish, Dearling.
A voice.
Inside her head.
No, it had to be her imagination.
Before she could lever herself away from the rock, she felt it again. A tongue, rasping against her sensitized clit. Licking at her opening, plunging deep inside her pussy. Thrusting and withdrawing, establishing a rhythm designed to drive her crazy.
Fingers replaced the mobile tongue. Filling her. Stretching her. Ramming into her with enough force to drive the sexual tension to the next level.
Kiki whimpered. The breath strangled in her throat. Spasms started small, radiating out until her whole pussy throbbed in time with the thrust of his fingers. When he placed his mouth over her clit and suckled hard, she came apart, the orgasm harder, longer, than any she'd ever experienced. Sensation rocked her, driving through her body. She couldn't think, could only react, pushing her ass toward him.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she groaned. God, she could never get enough of this. It was mind-blowing. Out of this world.
***
Santa's Bag
"You got something in that bag for me, Santa?"
As the husky contralto washed over him, the muscles in Jake's gut clenched. His cock grew hard and his balls tightened with need. Much more and he'd be on his knees begging her to put him out of his misery. She barely came up to his shoulder, but what she lost in stature she made up for in pure sizzle. Sex on legs, and she'd been teasing the hell out of him for the last two weeks.
"Jake?"
"Sorry." He jiggled the red bag dangling from his hand. "Santa's all out, I'm afraid. The bag's empty."
"Ooh, I doubt that. Sure doesn't look like it from here."
Belle angled her hand down the front of his red trousers and cupped him in her palm, gently squeezing his balls. Jake groaned, the sound desperate with frustrated sexual tension.
"Not empty at all. In fact, I'd say it's definitely time to get a load off."
She chuckled, the sound reminding Jake of the tinkling of Christmas bells. Fitting, seeing it was the night before Christmas Eve and he was dressed in a Santa suit, complete with full beard and fluffy eyebrows. He shook his head. The things he did for a mate.
"What do you say, Jake? Wanna fool around in Santa's Grotto?"
Jake glanced at the fancy little house in the central court of the mall. Made to look like a gingerbread house, all bright colors and intricate detail, it was the only place he'd been able to escape to over the last two weeks. Problem was the kids knew where he was and knocked on the door anyway.
Then he had to haul ass, seat himself in the massive throne in front of the door and let some snotty-nosed kid climb all over him and tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas. If he had one more kid pee on his lap, he was outta here. Thank God it was almost over. If his best mate's wife hadn't gone into labor unexpectedly, he wouldn't be in this predicament, but he couldn't let his friend down. One more day and he could forget about Christmas for another year. Bah, humbug! It was a lot of bullshit anyway.
As for his little pixie's suggestion. Elf, you fool, elf.
Whatever! He wasn't about to look a gift horse-er, elf-in the mouth. He might do other things with that sassy mouth, but ignore it? Not freakin' likely.
"Now that sounds like a plan. Whatever idiot locked us in here could have done us a favor. We're stuck here until the security guards do their rounds, so why waste the time?" He leaned down and flicked his tongue across the lush contours of her mouth, dipping inside when she opened to him. Damn, she tasted good. Cinnamon and sex. Hell of a combination.
"Thought you might like that idea." She grinned. "Want me to help carry your.bag?"
Damn, she was outrageous. He did like a woman who saw the funny side of things. Wrapping his arms around her, he swung her up in his arms, the red Santa sack caught under her thighs. "I can handle my own bags, thank you very much. Right now, I'd rather handle you."
He ducked to enter the gingerbread house, managing not to bang Belle's head on the doorframe. Once inside, he straightened up, lowering Belle to the carpeted floor. Not about to let go when his latest sexual fantasy seemed about to come true, he dropped the bag and kept her plastered to his front, nudging at her stomach with his rock-hard erection. A thought cross his mind and he started to laugh.
She pulled back from him and stared. "What?"
"I just had an image of what the mothers would say if Santa fronted up with a boner in his britches. These pants are tight enough as it is." He grabbed the red and white hat from his head and tossed it into the corner. The fluffy white beard followed. "Now, much as I like that little elf costume you've been teasing me with all week."
"Hey, for your information, it's not a costume. It's-"
"It's a lethal weapon, is what it is." He shrugged out of his jacket. "That skirt is so darn short, every time you bent over in front of me I could just about see what you had for breakfast. You have a delectable ass, Miss. I just realized, I don't know your last name."
"Elves don't have last names so Belle will have to do."
Jake laughed. "Hey, if you wanna keep up the fantasy, who am I to stop you? But in the spirit of fantasies- my fantasy-when am I going to get you out of that sexy outfit?"
She skipped around behind him and slid her hands about his waist. Within minutes, she had the cord of his trousers undone and had slipped both them and his boxers down his legs. Jake shuddered in anticipation as her slight weight rested against him. Flesh to flesh. She was so damn hot it felt like she'd branded his back.
Hang on a minute. Flesh.? He spun about to find Belle wonderfully, gloriously naked, except for the green elf hat with the Christmas bell on the end. Bizarre, when taken with the purple wig she wore.
As for the rest of her. Wow, baby . And how the hell did she get her clothes off so fast? When he was thinking with his brains and not his cock, he'd have to ask her. "Lady, for such a small dot of a thing you sure pack a wallop."
She shrugged. "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I'm any less of a woman."
"Damn, you're right there." He ran his gaze over her body. From the purple curls framing her face down to her breasts. They were bigger than he thought's they'd be, given her tiny stature, with the most prominent nipples he's seen in a while. He couldn't wait to get his mouth around them. His blood heated and his cock stiffened even more just thinking about it. Then he spotted the purple-tinted triangle of her pubic hair. Talk about taking things too far, but who was he to complain, and truth be told, it was actually a bit of a turn-on.
Reaching out his hand, he ran the pad of his thumb across the hard tip of one nipple. She sucked in a quick breath, pushing her breasts higher. Jake's body hummed with sexual tension. His gut tightened with need. He couldn't wait any longer. "Enough talking, woman. I'm so damn horny, if I don't fuck you soon, I think I'll die on the spot." He grinned. "Besides, who knows when the security guards will come around?"
Jake dropped down onto the mound of oversized pillows littering the floor of Santa's Grotto and held his arms wide. "Hey, babe, Santa's hungry. You wouldn't want to deprive him of his Christmas feast, would you?"
"You ready to take the ride of your life, Jake?" At his rapid nod, she stepped back a couple of paces, a sexy grin tilting her lips. The bell on the end of her elf hat gave a sweet tinkle as she shook her hair back over her naked shoulders. "Then look out, I'm coming."
"Not yet, baby, but you soon will be, I promise." ***
Mistletoe High
"Hey, I've never had an elf." Zane lifted his head and trailed the tip of his tongue from her chin up to her ear.
"Ex-elf," she corrected. She crossed her arms on his chest and propped her chin on her clasped hands. "You think we're so different? We might be smaller, as in shorter, but we do have all the requisite parts."
He waggled his eyebrows, loving her teasing tone. "Wanna show me?"
"Sure, why not?"
Sitting up, she wiggled back until her spread thighs cradled his hips, her pussy centered right over his rock-hard erection. As she ground herself down on his cock, Zane bit off a groan. Even through the fabric of her leggings, he felt her heat.
She shocked the shit right out of him by grabbing the bottom of her top and reefing it over her head. His mouth dropped open. His heart spluttered and then picked up a faster beat. The saliva dried in his mouth and he struggled to swallow. Hell, even breathing became an effort as he gazed at the prettiest breasts he'd seen in a while.
She looked down at her chest and palmed her breasts. "Maybe a bit small, but I've never had any complaints in the past." She tweaked at her nipples until they were hard and distended. "I've been told they make a nice mouthful."
His hand shook as he reached out and ran the pad of his thumb across the hard crest of her right breast. She moaned and the sound lodged deep inside him. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he kept Misty firmly anchored on his lap as he edged back until he could rest against the wet tiles behind him. Then he bent his head and nudged her hand aside. "They're perfect," he whispered and swirled his tongue over the hard tip.
She threw her head back and threaded her fingers through his hair, clasping his head to her breast. She needn't have bothered. He wasn't going anywhere. He was too busy feasting. He took the weight of her breasts into his hand and kneaded the soft flesh, moving on to tug and pinch at her nipples. "Tell me what you want, Misty. I'm all yours."
"Glad to hear that, Mr. Mason. I do like obedient employees," she purred as she rocked her hips over his cock.
Fire shot through his groin. Zane gasped as a tidal wave of lust rolled over him. His already-hard cock grew even harder. His pulse pounded and his heart thundered. The air caught in his chest and he had to make a concerted effort to breathe. Amid all the sensations assaulting him, it took a minute for his brain to register what she'd said.
"Hang on, I'm not just an employee. I'm --" He cut the rest of the sentence off. He was. nothing. An undercover operative in search of an illegal source of mistletoe juice, aka Happy Juice, and damn it to hell, Misty Toll was in it up to her eyebrows. He just knew it. Everything pointed to the fact that the mistletoe juice came from this area. He just had to find the plantation and he'd have all the proof he needed. That was his job.
So why the hell did it make him feel like he had a lump of coal in his gut when he thought about Misty being guilty?
"Lost interest already, Zane?" Misty frowned. He almost looked like he was in pain. Or bored maybe? Well, to hell with that. No way was he walking away from this encounter unscathed. He's pissed her off with his attitude, so now he could pay the price. She was no easy lay for anyone.
She swooped, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. She nibbled, stroked with the tip of her tongue, and when he parted his lips, she swept her tongue inside. He more than met her halfway, twining his tongue with hers. Thrusting into her mouth as if it were a battle to see who would dominate.
Sensation tumbled through her, like molten fire traveling along her veins. Or a hefty dose of Happy Juice. God, she hadn't felt this alive in a long time. Responsibility dropped away and she gave herself up to the rush of emotions coursing through her blood.
Breaking off the kiss, she dragged in a deep breath. "I feel like I'm burning up," she whispered. Without a word, he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth again. She arched her back, driving the aching crest deeper into his wet warmth. Breathing grew difficult as tension twisted in her belly. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her clit throbbed. She moved her hips, centering her pussy over his hard length before rocking forward and backward, trying to create friction where she needed it most. "Touch me, Zane. Make me come in a screaming rush."
"Oh, baby, that's one order I can fulfill."
He slid his hand down her front until he stroked the fabric over her mound. Misty gasped. Tremors ran up and down her spine. Yeah, baby , this was what she needed.
"Take them off," he muttered, tugging at the waistband of her leggings.
She shook her head. "Not yet. I want to see how inventive you can be. I need a man who can turn me on regardless of the situation."
With a growl, he tugged her leggings and panties down so her pubic curls showed. A big grin curved his lips. "Well, what do you know? Silver, like your hair."
Before Misty could comment, he snaked his hand inside her panties, his fingers pressing against her aching, empty pussy. "Baby, I already turn you on. I can feel how wet you are."
She wiggled, gasping out loud as he palmed her with his large hand. "That's the shower," she managed. With a breathy moan, she jerked her hips, rubbing against his palm. Oh God, it felt so good, but not enough.
He chuckled. "Not down here, it's not. That's cream, baby. The scent of you is driving me crazy."
"Then bloody well do something about it," she muttered, hanging on to her patience by a slender thread.
She lost the ability to think rationally when he parted her swollen lips. When he ran his thumb along the length of her sex, dragging the creamy moisture up over her engorged clit, she thought she'd burst into flames. Misty bucked, the breath gusting from her lungs in a loud wheeze.
"This what you want, Misty?" He inserted one finger deep into her wet pussy.
"More," she groaned. "I need more." She lifted up a bit and then drove downward again. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. She needed him to fill her, stretch her, until she felt she couldn't take any more. God help her, she needed him .
A soft moan feathered past her lips when he inserted two more fingers. Now Misty was full of him. Not as good as having his hard cock pushing inside her, but the next best thing. He wiggled his fingers, sliding deeper, and a keening cry broke from her. "Holy holly berries, that feels so good." She whimpered when he moved his fingers again, hitting the sweet spot that just about pushed her over the edge. She hung on, gritting her teeth, not about to let this end so soon.
Reaching down, she cupped her hands over his hard cock, rubbing until he groaned. His hips jerked upward and at the same time, Misty drove down on his fingers. Then she raised herself until the tips of his fingers brushed at the opening of her vagina, before plunging down again.
"Ride me, baby," Zane whispered.
|
