Page 54 of Mistletoe Latte

Struggling back a shudder, Nick caught both of Emma’s wrists and spun her around. He placed her hands to the counter and kneaded into her hips. Her heart-shaped ass bounced, the pale skin crying to be pinked. Nick gave a sharp slap, louder than it was painful. Instead of gasping, Emma groaned. Her head bent lower and she shivered back against him.

He took his cock in his hands and guided it to the small of her back. The heat of her skin ignited him. She leaned up and Nick curled a hand around her breast. Slowly, he pulled back his hips, sweeping the shaft and head down her spine and in between her inflamed buttocks.

Nipping at her ear, Nick said, “I’ve wanted to see your ass turn red since you walked through that door.” She moaned and opened her thighs, clenching her buttocks around his cock. It took everything in him to not thrust.

Emma turned, her brown eyes bigger than ever. In a pleading voice, she asked, “What’s stopping you?”

Nick jerked away and slapped her just hard enough to leave a stinging hand print. As Emma cried out, he pulled her to him. The top of her ass pressed around the base of his cock while he ran his hands over her. First, he traveled over her stomach, then her breasts where he teased her nipples. He tugged back her hair and ran his teeth up her neck. Emma clung to his head, pressing him closer as he lined up a shot and slapped her ass again.

She clenched even tighter around him, her moan thickening him until he felt her ass cheeks spreading from his cock. Fuck, he wanted to do this all night. But Emma slid up onto her tiptoes, gliding the whole of his cock down through her ass crack, and Nick lost it.

He had just enough brain power left to grab the condom and slip it on. His cock looked ghost white in the generic rubber, but none of it mattered. Nick swept his nails up her thighs, first the tops, then around the back and up under her ass. Emma trembled, her head bent as she bit down on her finger. Gently, he massaged her buttocks. The pink hand prints waved to him as he did, tightening the already snug fit in the latex.

Guiding his cock, he widened Emma’s stance and slipped his fingers through her pussy. Wet and willing just like he loved. He pressed her wider and thrust inside.

Oh, fuck!Nick dug his nails into her soft skin at the squeeze and Emma cried out. Her pussy clamped on even tighter and the breath caught in his chest. Taking her hips, Nick raised her ass and spread her legs. Another inch of him slipped inside and he thrust deeper.

Emma gasped, and she tried to jerk back to meet him, but he had her suspended off the floor. Nick began to thrust faster, his arms crying out as he pulled her back onto him. She yelped, clinging to the counter’s edge with her nails. Her pinked ass pressed against the base of his cock, setting off a multitude of stars. This was perfect, fucking her from behind on the…

No. Nick released her to the floor and slipped out. When Emma’s feet touched the ground, he wrapped his palms around her breasts and pressed his lips to her ear. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

“Wh…?” Before she could ask, he turned her around and raised her onto the counter. She wrapped her lean legs around his hips, and he thrust inside. Thanks to her tiny height, Nick could kiss her lips, toy with her nipple, and cling bare-knuckled to the counter while he fucked her. He meant for this to be slow, the tender side of him, but the way her skin burned red and glistened from his touch sent him spiraling.

With each word, he thrust harder, the whole of him plunging deeper inside. “The. Way. You. Fuck. Is…”

Emma cried out. Her eyelids closed and she arched back to the counter. Nick pressed against her spine as her pussy pulsed around him. The sight of her falling into orgasm set him off. He dug his toes in and clamped tighter to her skin as his semen gushed with enough force to break a wall. Luckily, the condom was thicker than a brick, not that it did anything to cut down on the rush of pleasure. He pulled harder on Emma, savoring the heat of her around him as the last of his cum spurted out.

She began to slide, her ass slipping off the counter. Nick ran his hands over her hot cheeks when gravity took hold. With all of his strength drained, the two of them tumbled to the cushioned floor mats below. His body took most of the blow. Nick groaned at the pain seizing up his back and tailbone. But when Emma landed, her hair sweeping off her shoulder to pool on his chest, any pain was forgotten.

“Smooth as ever.” Nick groaned.

Her laugh brought one to him, and he wrapped his hands around her waist. Rather than try to get up, they stayed on the ground entwined in each other. She rested her cheek on his sternum and placed her palm on his pec. The steady pulse of her heart echoed through his cobwebbed chest until his heart began to follow it.

“Is what?” she asked, confusing Nick. Emma tipped her head to look up at him. “The way I fuck is…?”

Jesus.He blushed from her saying fuck. How was the crotchety old coffee guy becoming such a softy? “I think I was gonna say amazing, but my brain melted to my feet.” Nick kissed the top of her head, breathing in the exotic shampoo he’d smelled in his bathroom every night.

Behind the counter, the lights dimmed and even the music dampened to a distant melody. It was almost like they vanished into their own world. He ran his hand up her arm, exhaustion taking hold fast after the long day. The woman in his arms…holy hell, he never thought he’d think that again. But the woman in his arms laid back down. How could someone so beautiful and sweet want his busted ass?

“I guess whatever you saw in the bathroom didn’t completely turn you off.”

Emma jerked as if his words pulled her out of sleep. She danced her fingertips across his stomach.

“Here I figured the sight of my gray hair was what sent you packing.”

“No.” She shook her head and beamed her big doe-eyes up at him with such fervor, Nick cupped her cheek. “I thought…it’s silly.” Emma buried her face against his skin. He ran his fingers through her hair, willing her to keep talking. It took a few more passes before she said, “I thought you didn’t like me.”

“What? How?” He’d been struggling to not get caught staring at her from the second she’d walked through his door.

“You were…I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

In trying to piece back together the past few days, a few dozen moments struck back at him. Every time he’d catch himself thinking about Emma’s legs, or her fingers, or lips, he’d lash out. As she was the only one in close proximity, all that self-loathing fell on her.

“The kiss by the tree…”

“That’s…that one’s on me.” And then some. She was so young he didn’t think she’d want him for anything other than shelter and money. “You blew in here like a ray of sunshine.” Nick squeezed her. “Like cream and sugar into a cup of bitter black. I thought there’s a girl with her whole life ahead of her. No chance she’d want to waste any of it on this broken-down husk.”

Emma fell quiet, only the tip of her pinkie tracing down his rib. “I’ve already made a mess of my life.”

---