“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.”
Copyright ©2005 Alexis Fleming
