Page 5 of Santa's Candy

“But you’re scare of me?”

“I said I’m not.”

“Then what?” he demanded.

“I’m not scared of you.I’m scared of who I am with you. I’m scared of being what you need.”

“I just need you to beyou,” he vowed, his hand grasping my chin and keeping me looking at him.

“That’s not true. You need—”

His hand tightened on my chin, and his lips crashed over mine, stealing my words as he pillaged my mouth, plundering with his tongue and demanding the very responses I’d just confessed to fearing. But I couldn’t stop my moan or the way I arched into him, my fingers grasping his biceps, and giving him just what he wanted. Like always.

Four

Pax

Candy’s lips… They were the thing of fantasy. Literally. I’d envisioned them on mine or around my cock too many times to list. Alternately, I spent my days cursing her for consigning me to the frenemy zone. Honestly, the tryst in the coat room at the wedding had been a result of that frustration—a frustration that had me considering dragging her into the janitor’s closet while our students were out at lunch break. It also led to roiling, low-key anger that had me purposely poking at her verbally, just to get a rise from her.

Yeah, I wasn’t proud of that behavior, but it had been going on for longer than the sexual attraction had been there between us. I had always wanted her attention, all her attention, and sometimes, it just made me an asshole. Since college, I’d started removing myself from the situation, rather than let my baser instincts take over, especially since she gave as good as she got and it stoked my lust. But as colleagues, both teaching history, that had gotten more difficult. I wanted to go medieval and pillage her castle.

“Pax,” she moaned. “We—”

“Should,” I finished for her, knowing she was about to verbally push me away, though her arms pulled me closer. Our desperate kisses bordered on being harsh, while we stripped off our shirtsand sweaters. I’d keep her warm. Shifting us, I put her on her knees beside the bed then stood, reaching for my belt as I kicked off my boots.

“Don’t laugh, but I’m keeping on my socks,” I told her as I shoved off my jeans and boxer-briefs.

“Sexy.”

“You just focus your attention on my cock like a good girl,” I told her. Reaching behind me, I grabbed one of the soft, thermal blankets and wrapped it around her shoulders. She adjusted it like a shawl, freeing her hands and reached for me. I groaned at the feel of her small fingers wrapping around my girth. She’d seen me before, we’d had sex and been mostly naked together, but I’d never had her on her knees for me like this. And the primal, near feral part of me liked it. Demanded it.

“Put your mouth on me,” I ordered, the sound a growl that made her suck in a breath. I knew her shudder had nothing to do with the chill setting into the room. It was the sexual tension ping-ponging between us. Our bodies were drawn to each other. We were made to be together—me to command and her to obey. “Do it.”

“I’ve never…”

“Neither have I. You fucking know that.”

She blinked up at me. “Really?”

“You fucking think I’d ever want anyone but you? That I’ve ever considered someone else when you were right there?”

“But we always fight.”

“We always fight this. Put. Your. Mouth.Onme, baby girl. Do it now.”

She licked her lips, and I almost blacked out, every drop of my blood draining to my dick. Her fingers squeezed around me, then she leaned in. Her tongue flicked out, sampling the precum on my tip, then she sank forward, taking my glans into the warm cavern of her mouth. My fingers fisted in her hair, pulling her closer.

“You are so fucking mine,” I growled. “I’m not spending another single day without you. You understand?”

She moaned, the sound vibrating up my length, but I took it as agreement even if I still wanted to hear the words. Using my grip on her silky locks, I pulled her back to look up at me, her lips shiny.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Do you understand?”

“Always yours?” she whispered. Even in the dim light, I saw the troubled clouds reentering her eyes.

“Always mine, and you’re not running from me anymore,” I vowed, pulling her back on my cock to distract her. If I pushed deeper than before, that was to distract her, too. I needed to get her into a different head space and sex seemed to do that for my baby girl.

She shuddered as she struggled to take me farther than before. I might be a dominant ass but I wasn’t a sadist, so I shifted back, but she sucked harder. The pull threaded along my whole length and tugged hard at my balls.

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