Whiskey Holiday

by Crystal Daniels

  At my command, Winter's breathing picks up. I watch as her chest rises and falls with each pant. Doing as I order, she slowly pushes the cup of her bra down.

  "Fucking perfect," I say just before my mouth covers her tit.

  "Oh, god," Winter cries out, the back of her head hitting the door with a thud.

  "Now the other," I rumble.

  Winter eagerly offers up her other breast, desperate for me to give it equal attention. "Don't stop," she begs, thrusting her hips against my jean covered cock.

  "I'm just getting started," I tell her as I drop to my knees in front of her and quickly unbutton her jeans, then yank them down her legs, taking her panties with them. I toss them over my shoulder, all while never taking my eyes off of her glistening pussy. "Now, it's time to see if this pussy tastes as good as I imagined."

  "Yes!" Winter hisses when I grip the globes of her ass in the palms of my hands, bringing her wet pussy to my mouth. I close my eyes and bury my tongue in her tight hole. I lick, suck and fuck her with my tongue until her legs threaten to give out from under her. "Give it to me. Come. I want to taste everything you got." The moment those words are spoken, Winter grips the hair on my head and grinds her pussy down on my face, taking all the pleasure I am desperate to give her.

  "Oh, god! Tannon, I'm coming!" she shouts her release.

  Not giving her time to recover, I pick Winter up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. The feel of her hot wet pussy against my abs sets me on fire, making me quicken my pace as I carry her to my bedroom.

  Reaching behind her, Winter unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor, then grips my hair, pulling my mouth to hers.

  When I reach my bed, I lay her down then stand to my full height. "Spread your legs. Show me what's mine," I say as I begin to toe-off my boots, unbuckle my belt and tear my jeans down my legs. Winter cups her breasts in both hands with hooded eyes and spreads her legs wide, giving me a full view of her slick pussy. Rubbing her nipples, she watches as I rid myself of my boxer briefs, allowing my cock to spring free.

  Climbing onto the bed, I settle between her spread legs. Grabbing hold of her right leg, I lift it up and swiftly flip her over onto her stomach. I grip her hips in the palms of my hands, bringing her to all fours. Fisting my erection, I rub the head of my cock through the seam of her pussy.

  "Yes." She gasps.

  I continue teasing her for a few seconds until she becomes greedy for my cock, and pushes her ass back, seeking relief only I can give her. "Tannon, please."

  "Is this what you want?" I ask as I push the head of my cock into her pussy and slowly fill her up inch by inch. I close my eyes and groan. "Fuck."

  Wanting to relish the feeling of being inside Winter, I don't move for several seconds. Soon, my need to fill her pussy with my cum takes over, and I begin to thrust.

  "Tannon," Winter pants my name. "Don't stop."

  "Not a chance," I declare, my chest heaving between each brutal thrust I deliver. "I could fucking live inside this pussy."

  Leaning forward, I snake one arm around Winter's waist and pull her to my chest to where she is now sitting on my lap with my cock still buried inside her. I bring both arms around her front and cup her full breasts in the palms of my hands. "Ride me," I growl into her ear. Winter doesn't waste any time following my instructions. "That's it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need."

  "God, yes. You feel so good inside me."

  "That's because this pussy belongs to me. You fit my cock like a fucking glove." I grit my teeth and watch my cock sink in and out of Winter's pussy. I can feel my balls tighten.

  "I'm coming," she pants.

  "Come, baby. Come all over my cock." The moment the words leave my mouth, Winter's pussy clamps down around my dick. She screams my name as her orgasm crashes through her. The moment I feel her juices coating my cock, I grip her hips and thrust into her tight heat, planting myself deep inside, allowing myself to fall over the edge with her.

  A WHILE LATER, Winter is softly snoring beside me with her head resting on my chest as I stroke her hair. The last thought I have before sleep takes me is this woman is mine.

  WINTER

  I startle awake and blink my eyes open to a darkened room. For a brief moment, I forget where I'm at until I feel the weight of a strong arm draped around my waist, pinning me in place. Glancing over my shoulder, I see a sleeping Tannon. God, what was I thinking of going home with a stranger last night? I've never engaged in a one-night stand before, but the moment my eyes locked with his from across the bar last night, I was drawn to him. I continue to stare at Tannon. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel like a stranger. I felt an intense connection with Tannon from the start, a kind of connection that I can't explain because I don't quite understand it myself. While preparing a drink for a customer last night, I felt a pair of eyes on me, and a prickling sensation swept through my entire body. When I looked up, there he was. Tannon. His intense hazel eyes, making my heart skip a beat. Then he stood from his chair, revealing all six feet four inches of pure muscle. Tannon moved across the bar like a lion on the prowl for his prey, and I was his next meal. The closer he got, the more I took him in. His chiseled jawline, brown hair that looks like he's missed his last few haircuts and that slightly curls on top. The way his jeans hug his sculpted thighs, and the way he exudes authority. Alpha drips off this man. All rational thought left me last night. I wanted Tannon. It was all I could think about once I placed my hand in his. A simple hello touch felt like so much more.

  Shaking those crazy thoughts away, I carefully and quietly slide out from under the arm, holding me in place. My breath catches when Tannon shifts and rolls over, facing the opposite direction, allowing me to climb out of bed. Once I have my feet under me, I tip-toe across the bedroom while scanning the floor for my bra, which I spot in the hallway.

  Just as I leave the room, I stop at the door and look back at the man sleeping soundly in the bed. A nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me not to walk away. I've waited my whole life to find a man like Tannon, a man that I connect with in every way. I took a chance on him last night. Perhaps I should take a chance on him now by crawling back into the bed and letting him hold me. Just for a while longer. As quick as those thoughts come to mind, doubt creeps in. What if things become awkward in the morning? What if he wakes up and can't get me out the door fast enough? A man like Tannon, as sexy and good-looking as him, probably has women lined up at the door.

  Sigh.

  No.

  Leaving is best.

  Movement in the corner of the bedroom catches my attention. Tannon's dog sits up in his bed and stares at me. Great. Even Duke is judging me.

  Trying not to overthink my decision, I turn and walk out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room, where my clothes lay scattered on the floor by the front door. Quickly dressing, I quietly unlock the door and slip out onto the porch. I shiver as a blast of cold air hits my face. Pulling my coat tight around me, I walk to the end of the driveway while fishing my cell phone from my purse to call an Uber.

  Luckily, my ride doesn't take long. Ten minutes later, I'm sliding into the back of a car and relay my address to the driver. "Here you go," I hand the driver some cash.

  Fifteen minutes later, he drops me off at home. "Have a good night, ma'am."

  "You too. Thanks." I shut the door and hustle up to my house, desperate to get out of the cold. Although, when I step inside my home, the temperature is not much different.

  When I make it upstairs, I close my bedroom door, turn on the space heater, and shrug out of my coat. I find Mr. Jingles snuggled amongst the covers at the foot of my bed.

  I shiver as I rid myself of my jeans and sweater. Mr. Jingle raises his head and yawns. He looks at me. "Don't judge me," I tell him, and he meows as if he understands what I'm saying. "It was just this one time. It won't happen again." I tell the cat, even though I need to say it out loud to convince myself more than anything.

  Lifting the flan
nel pajama set lying at the foot of my bed, I slip it on, followed by pulling on two pairs of wool socks. Next, I go into the en-suite bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I briefly contemplated taking a shower, but for some reason, I like the fact that I still smell like Tannon.

  Once finished in the bathroom, I place my phone on the charging dock, noting it's nearly two o'clock in the morning. I only have a few hours to get some sleep since the man with T & N Restoration will be coming out to look at my house today.

  Climbing into bed, I pull the blanket up close to my head. Closing my eyes, I try to shut my brain off but find it's no use. Overcome with thoughts of Tannon, and the delicious ache between my legs, how can I forget the past few hours were hands down the best night of my life. Even though it was a one-time deal, and Tannon will have probably forgotten about me by this time tomorrow, I don't regret the passion between us one bit. If I could have one Christmas wish come true, I'd wish for Tannon. On that thought, I fall asleep with a smile on my face and hope in my heart.

  THE NEXT MORNING, I wake to the sound of a pounding on my door. I blink my eyes open and wonder who the heck would be at my house this early. When I look over at my phone, I see it's just now seven o'clock. It must be Mr. Christmas. Crap! I can't believe it. I forgot about our appointment.

  Jumping out of bed, I grab the quilt thrown across the back of a nearby chair and wrap it around my shoulders, then quickly scurry out of my bedroom, stubbing my toe on the corner of my dresser on my way out. "Shit! Shit!" I stumble down the stairs, trying to ignore the throbbing in my foot. "I'm coming! Hold your horses!" I yell.

  When I reach the door, I disengage the lock and swing it open. My knees go weak, and my breath catches in my throat. It takes two seconds for him to register the situation. When he does, his easy-going smile vanishes, and anger takes over his handsome face.

  "What…what are you? I mean, how are you? What are you doing here?" I ask, finding it hard to form a coherent sentence.

  "I think the better question is, why the hell did I wake up this morning to find you gone? To find you had snuck out of my bed." Tannon's nostrils flare as he takes a step closer and leans down to bring his face an inch from mine. "I think I made it pretty damn clear last night that you are mine now. That means when I wake up the next morning after spending all night in that sweet pussy of yours, I expect to have my woman lying next to me. Especially when I intended to start my day eating her for breakfast."

  Shocked at the words that just came out of Tannon's mouth, I stand with my mouth gaped open. "I…I…but."

  "But what?" he asks, still in my face.

  I swallow. "It was best I leave. You know so that we could avoid the whole awkward morning after a one-night stand deal."

  "What the hell are you talking about?"

  "Well, I just thought you would prefer I was gone when you woke up. I mean…"

  Suddenly Tannon cuts me off. "I swear if you say that word one more damn time, I will put you over my knee. We are not a one-night stand. I claimed you the moment I laid eyes on you from across the bar last night. If that didn't give you the indication that you are mine, then my dick inside your pussy last night sure as hell should have."

  At the mention of him being inside me, my sex clenches, and my breathing picks up.

  Tannon's pupils dilate, and a growl rumbles in his chest as he firmly but gently brings his hand up and wraps his long fingers around the back of my neck. "I think you like that idea, don't you, baby? Christ, I can still smell me on you," he says, running his nose along the side of my face. "You snuck out of my house and then came back here and crawled into your bed with my cum still in your pussy. Didn't you?"

  "Yes," I confess.

  "I bet if I stuck my hands down your pants now, I'd find your pussy drenched too."

  Like putty in his hands, all I can do is nod.

  "Good." He takes a step back, knocking me out of my sexy Tannon daze. "Now that we've cleared things up, I hope we understand one another."

  Cleared up what? Before I have a chance to question him, Tannon walks past me, inviting himself into my home. Tannon glances around, taking in his surroundings.

  He runs his palm down the mahogany trim around the opening to the living room. The deep color is a stark contrast against the pale grey walls.

  "So," I rock back on my heels, feeling a bit nervous. "I love everything about this house. I'd like to keep everything as original as possible. I mean, I'm sure it needs bringing up to code, but esthetically, I want it to remain the same pretty much."

  Stopping in the middle of the living room, Tannon turns to face me, his brows furrowed. "Why the hell is it so cold in here? You should have the heat on before you get sick."

  "Yeah, uh..." I hug myself from the chill. "My furnace is on its last leg. My dad has someone coming out to look at it this morning."

  "You've been sleeping in a house, in the middle of winter, with no heat?" he barks.

  "I have a space heater when it stops working, and I make use of the fireplaces as well. It hasn't been too bad." I shrug.

  Off in the distance, I hear my phone ringing. "I'll be right back. I have to get that." Leaving Tannon in the living room, I jog up the stairs to my bedroom. When I pick up my phone, I see it's Danny calling.

  "Hello," I answer.

  "Hey, Winter. I'm sorry to call you so early, but Christy came down with a bug, and I have to take her to the doctor. I won't be able to be at the bar for the delivery in an hour."

  "That's okay, Danny. I'll handle it. You worry about your wife. Tell Christy I hope she feels better soon."

  "Will do. Thanks, Winter."

  After hanging up with Danny, I rush to get ready to head to the bar. Once I finish brushing my teeth and throwing my hair up into a ponytail, I dress in a pair of skinny jeans and an emerald green fleece pullover along with brown knee-high boots.

  When I make my way back downstairs, I find Tannon gone. "Tannon," I call out. When he doesn't answer, I walk over to the living room window and peer out. His truck is gone. A piece of paper on the table beside the front door catches my attention. Picking it up, I see it's one of his business cards.

  When I flip the card over, I see the note he left for me.

  I'll see you later.

  ~T.

  Okay then.

  With a shrug, I gather my things and head out the door.

  IT'S NOW PAST MIDNIGHT, and I am dead on my feet as we lock up the bar, set the alarm, and walk across the parking lot to our vehicles. Without Danny coming in to work the day shift, I spent the whole morning alone until Brinkley clocked in. I filled my best friend in on all the juicy details. Well, not all of them. Some of the deliciously dirty things Tannon did to me, I kept to myself. Brinkley was also the only one who found humor in the mess that is my life when Tannon turned out to be part-owner of the company I'm looking to hire for home restorations.

  "Damn, I'm exhausted." Brinkley's keys jingle as she unlocks her car door. "And next time Danny calls in, let me know. You shouldn't take on so much by yourself."

  "It wasn't too bad. I only had to deal with paperwork, inventory, and a liquor delivery," I tell her. I also kept waiting for Tannon to walk through the door at some point today, but I don't say that out loud. With the note he left this morning, I figured that meant he would stop by for a beer or something. I was so distracted watching the door every time it opened that I screwed up over a dozen drink orders in a couple of hours. It got to the point my wait staff was looking at me funny. By a quarter to midnight, I had given up on him coming. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt and disappointed.

  "I know what you're thinking. I've watched you looking for Tannon all day," Brinkley states.

  "Am I that transparent?"

  Brinkley laughs. "A little." She tosses her bag into her car. "You'll see him again. If what you told me earlier is any indication, Tannon wants you like Santa wants his cookies."

  It's my turn to laugh. "I love you, Jelly." I shake my head and smi
le.

  "I love you too. Which is why I'm giving you a piece of advice."

  I throw my purse onto the floorboard of my truck, then look at my best friend. "Let me have it," I tell her.

  "Live a little." She looks at me over the top of her car. "Don't go trying to plan a future with the guy. Take it day by day, and simply have fun and enjoy each other. Get out of your head. Throw away the checklist you've made for yourself. Love isn't calculated, Winter."

  I let her words sink in a little, but not all the way. "Maybe you're right."

  "I'll see you tomorrow." She tells me.

  "Drive safely."

  "Always," Brinkley slides into her car and pulls away, and I do the same.

  Entirely consumed by my thoughts, I'm pulling up in front of my house before I know it. I can't believe Tannon has me so twisted that I don't even remember driving from the bar to the house. It also takes me a second to notice the familiar truck parked next to mine. What in the world is Tannon doing here at nearly one o'clock in the morning?

  Peering through the truck's windshield, I see the soft glow of the outside light lighting the porch. I also see smoke billowing from the chimney. Wait! How did he get into my house?

  Gathering my purse from the passenger seat, I open the truck door and hop down. My boots crunch along the snow-covered gravel as I make my way up to the porch. After stomping my feet to knock the snow off, I open the door, and a blast of warm air hits my face. No way is the fireplace heating the whole house like that. Just as the thought crosses my mind, Tannon comes walking in from the kitchen carrying a pizza box and a six-pack of beer. He also looks freshly showered, his hair still damp, has on a pair of jeans, and a dark gray t-shirt. "Hey, baby. I ordered pizza and kept it warm in the oven."