Page 1 of Stolen Holidays
one
Callie
Twelve Days Until Christmas
Thesoftyellowmorninglight rouses me from a peaceful sleep. It’s been a hectic couple of months of traveling for my concert series, but we are finally back home in Los Angeles, in our own bed, and I couldn’t be happier.
For the past week, we have locked ourselves away in Eli’s house—I guess our house now—and it’s been nothing short of fantastic. No more hotels and cramped tour bus beds. I might miss steamy trysts in my dressing room, but I’d much rather begin and end my days like this. In Eli’s arms, safe and protected. Loved and cherished.
Contentment washes over me as I wiggle my butt and burrow into the warmth of Eli’s naked body behind me.I could stay like this forever, I think to myself as I drift off into the space between sleep and being awake.
Eli’s grip on my hip tightens, and the hair on his chest brushes my shoulder blades, pulling me back to the edges of unconsciousness. As per usual, his thick length greets me good morning andpokes me between the cheeks, making me chuckle. “Good morning, mister.”
“Good morning,” Eli huffs a laugh.
“Very good morning.” I snuggle him closer as he shifts forward and snakes an arm beneath me and around my waist.
He rests his forearm between my breasts and pulls me closer as he buries his nose in my hair and whispers, “Happy Birthday, my love.”
His scruff scrapes my bare shoulder as he peppers kisses along the back of my neck and ear. Goosebumps spread across my skin, and my nipples pebble under his touch.
“Hmm,” is all I can manage as the need for him to slip inside me takes over.
Because he knows me so well, Eli slides his hand over my hip and down my lower stomach before stopping above the spot I so desperately want him to touch. My core flutters in response as his fingers caress the sensitive skin above my pussy. My hips jerk forward, seeking his touch, as his hard cock slips between the apex of my thighs.
Eli’s voice is low and thick with lust as he grumbles into the shell of my ear, “Tell me, is my birthday girl needy this morning?”
“Yes,” I whimper. Shivers of anticipation roll down my spine. Like the good little sub I am in bed, I wait for Eli’s next move.
I’ve become addicted to his sexy, dominant ways. He is well adept at toeing the line between rough and tender, commanding and worshipful, while making love to me. But it’s the care he showers me with before and after, day in and day out, that makes me love him even more.
“Since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you decide how I get to make you come this morning. What shall it be, my love? With my fingers?” He teases me with his middle finger and slides the digit through my soaking-wet slit before gathering my arousal on the pad and bringing it back to my aching bundle of nerves. Eli adds pressureto my clit as he rubs the throbbing flesh. “How about my mouth?” he asks, swiping a line up the back of my neck with his tongue.
“Elijiah.” I moan. Angling my hips and spreading my legs open a fraction, I push back and glide my pussy along the ridges of Eli’s velvet steel cock. I chant his name again, lifting my leg over the top of his thigh. Groans rumble in his chest, reverberating through me, as he slides the hand between my breasts up and around my neck.
“Calliope,” he grunts my name and thrusts his cock between my legs, soaking it in my wetness. “So, it’s my cock you want then?”
“Yes. I want you. Your cock. Everything. Always. Only you, Elijiah.” I notch his tip at my entrance with my hand before gripping his wrist and bringing the hand currently massaging my clit to my mouth. He growls as I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck them clean before looking at him over my shoulder. “Now give me what I want and fuck me.”
The pupils in his eyes dilate as a grin curls the corner of his lips. “Fuck, I love when you talk dirty to me.” He covers my mouth with his and punches his hips forward, sheathing his length inside me in one fell swoop.
My body welcomes the intrusion, spreading around his cock like I was made for him.
We both moan, cursing in pleasure as our bodies become one. Eli fucks me slow and deep, laying claim to all that I am, while his hand grips my neck. In no time, my orgasm crests the edge, and my body vibrates with built-up energy.
The sound of our bodies united in the quiet room is a symphony of sex and desire.
“More,” I pant.
Eli hisses as my muscles contract around him. “Fuck, Cal. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
“Good.” As we lie on our sides, I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he fucks me from behind. A flood of arousal leaks from my core as Eli’s cock hits that spot deep insideof me that only he can reach. Reaching back, I grab his hair and pull.
“Dammit.” In a move so quick I barely register it, Eli rolls me onto my stomach and pushes me face down into the mattress. I grip the sheets as his large body covers mine. He lifts my hips up and picks up his pace, impaling me with his cock while he squeezes my hips in his tight grip. “Fuck yes. Your tight little cunt was made for me. I can feel it choking my cock, begging for my cum. Begging for me to fuck a baby into it.”
The thought of getting pregnant, carrying Eli’s baby, has arousal dripping down my thighs and my pussy greedily clenching. My clit pulses, and my whole body grows tense under the weight of his muscular frame and his filthy promises.
“Oh, fuck. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fill you up with my cum and put a baby inside you. Don’t you, Princess?”
