Page 45 of Flirting with the Scrooge

He trails the tip of the candy cane down my stomach, followed by his tongue. My body quivers from his touch and my breathing becomes labored as I wait for what he’s about to do next. His fingers dip into the sides of my panties and I lift my hips. Slowly he drags the lace fabric down my legs, leaving me fully exposed to him. My body heats from the thought of his eyes on me.

He drags a finger down my slit, swirling the pad through my wetness. “Just as I thought. Drenched.” He works his finger down until he reaches my opening and slides inside. I buck my hips, craving his touch. “My girl is needy.” He continues to thrust into me with his finger. When he pulls out, he adds a second one, stretching me a little more. Then the candy cane is on my lips again. “Open.”

My lips wrap around the candy, and he tunnels it in and out in sync with his fingers in my pussy. I can’t fight the moan that escapes my throat. The double sensation is becoming too much for me to handle. He bends down and wraps his lips around my nipple. Everything becomes too much and I explode. My entire body trembles as my orgasm rips through me like a sonic boom. He pulls the candy cane away but continues to fuck me with his fingers. I scream out his name as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through all my limbs.

My breathing eventually evens out to shallow pants as I come down from my orgasm high. “That was… wow.”

His beard scrapes across my cheek as his lips brush against the shell of my ear and he whispers, “I’m far from finished with you.”

TWENTY-ONE

ONE TRICK PONY

Connor

Even in the dim light from the Christmas tree, I can see her entire body flush and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My dick uncomfortably strains against the zipper of my slacks.

I won’t lie, I was annoyed when she thanked me for being her fake date. When it comes to her and the entire evening, I wasn’t faking anything. A war waged inside of me on if I should kiss her or leave us to go our separate ways. But when she nibbled on her bottom lip, that was my sign I needed to kiss her. Now, I’m in her living room worshiping her like the goddess she is.

“Condom. In my bedroom. Nightstand. Right side,” she says in quick breaths.

I jump up and race to her bedroom. With a foil packet in hand, I unbuckle my slacks with the other. Once I’m back in the living room, I push them to the floor and step out. I kneel in front of her, tear open the wrapper, and slide it down my stiff, aching dick. I nestle myself between her spread legs and rest my forearm next to her head. With my other hand, I slowly slide the makeshift blindfold off her eyes. Her eyelashes flutter a few times as her eyes adjust to the dim light.

“I want to see you.” I move my hand down to my cock and guide it to her opening. Slowly I push inside, taking my time, savoring her warm heat as it envelopes me. Her eyes go wide for a brief moment and her lips part as her body adjusts to my size, stretching her. Once I’m fully seated, I pause. “You’re absolutely perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

Before she can respond, my lips are on hers. I don’t want her to respond. I want those words to live in her head. I want her to feel perfect, cherished, loved. Because she deserves all of that. Even if I can only give her that in this moment.

I slide out of her and push back in. The glow from the Christmas tree makes her look like an angel. And for tonight, she’s mine. Little moans and whimpers fall from her mouth with each slide of my cock. I pick up the pace, my grunts growing louder with each thrust. She lifts her hips, meeting every pump of my hips. I drive into her harder and harder, her moans spurring me on.

“Fuck. You’re strangling my cock with how tight your pussy is gripping me.” She clenches around me and I groan. I never want this night to end. Her hands wrap around my shoulders as if she needs something to keep her grounded. Her nails dig into my flesh, so hard I’m surprised she hasn’t broken skin yet. I’ll happily take whatever she wants to give me. The pain. The pleasure. I’m here for her. I nuzzle her neck, sucking and licking her delicate skin.

I sit up on my knees and reach between us. While I continue to piston my hips, I rub little circles on her clit. With a hand under her thigh, I push her knee toward her chest and drive deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her breaths and pants become harsher and shallower.

“Oh Connor! Oh yes! Right there.” Her body trembles beneath me so I know she’s close.

I continue thrusting into her. Harder and deeper. All of a sudden, a friendly but robotic “Ho. Ho. Ho. Merry Christmas” sounds from next to the tree. I freeze. Once I think it has stopped, the voice is replaced with an upbeat melody of “Jingle Bells.”

“What is that?”

Her head twists to the side, then back to me. “It’s Santa. He’s on a timer. I must have forgotten to turn him off.” She flicks her wrist. “He’ll eventually stop. But you can’t.”

“Apparently, Santa doesn’t only watch while you’re sleeping, but also when you’re fucking.”

She runs her hands up my thighs as a grin spreads over her lips. “Let’s give him something worth watching then.”

I drop her leg and bend down to kiss her. It’s tender at first, growing more ravenous with each passing second. As the song continues to play, I thrust into her, hitting every beat of the music. My head drops to the crook of her neck. Her breath is heavy next to my ear as she softly moans and whimpers. I kiss at the sensitive spot under her ear, then whisper. “Come for me, Tinsel.”

Her back arches while her pussy contracts around my dick as she screams out her second orgasm. Even in the low light I notice the blush that spreads across her cheeks. Her nails dig into my shoulders and I know I’ll have crescent moon indents tattooed on my skin. A tingle starts at the base of my spine and catapults through my entire body and straight to my balls as my climax jolts through me.

“Fuck. Tinsel.” I slam into her once. Twice. Then a jolt of pleasure erupts through me as spurts of cum fill the condom.

I rest my forehead against her collarbone, closing my eyes as I catch my breath. Slowly, I pull out and rest my cheek on her chest, the steady rise and fall almost lulling me to sleep. She runs her fingers through my hair. It’s comforting. And fuck. I’m definitely falling for her.

“Wow. That was… wow. I didn’t think it could get better than the first time. You proved me wrong.”

“What did you think I was? A one trick pony?”

Her chest rumbles with laughter. “No. Frankly, I didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t that. It was a pleasant and hot surprise.”

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