“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…
Copyright ©2007 Alexis Fleming
