Christmas Inn Maine

by Chelsea M. Cameron

  I’d never quite appreciated how long and luscious her legs were, but I fully enjoyed them now. Her fingernails dug into my skin and it was like she flipped a switch in my brain and then things turned a little feral.

  I pulled her lip between my teeth and dug my hands into her shoulders and drove my hips into hers repeatedly. Was this what she wanted? I was going to give it to her. That only seemed to make her want more.

  She yanked at my clothes and I pulled at hers and there was a battle for a few moments to see who was going to get the other one’s top off first. Finally, she broke the kiss with a laugh.

  “We can both get our shirts off, but we can’t do it at the same time. Let’s get yours off first.” My eyes narrowed as I looked down at her, chest heaving. The blood pounded like a drum in my ears.

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” I said.

  “You’re the one on top. It’s easier for you to get yours off first,” she pointed out.

  “Your logic has no place here,” I said, but she was right. “Ugh, fine. If you wanna see my tits, fine.” I pulled my shirt over my head and made a little presentation motion with my hands.

  “You’d better love them. I grew them myself.”

  Her eyes got wide and she swallowed audibly.

  “They’re perfect,” she said in a hushed voice.

  “These old things? You’re so sweet.” I looked down and didn’t think much of them, but Laura looked at me as if she’d never seen boobs before and it was pretty flattering.

  “Can I touch you?” she asked.

  “Yeah, knock yourself out.” I’d never really cared much about having my chest touched, but if she wanted to go for it, I wasn’t going to stop her.

  The second her fingers brushed my nipples, I moaned. So much for not caring about having those touched. Laura cupped my breasts and rubbed them, focusing on my nipples, giving them plenty of attention. They hardened into needy peaks and I arched into her, wanting more.

  She grew bolder, testing a little pinch with each nipple and then backing off to watch them harden even more.

  “Yes, please,” I said. “You can go harder.” Apparently I liked nipple pinching, who knew?

  I wasn’t thinking about her getting her shirt off. I wasn’t thinking about anything but the feeling of her teasing and taunting me with her fingers. And then she sat up and put her mouth on me and I almost passed out.

  Had my nipples gained sensitivity in the past five minutes? She bit down on one hard enough to make me moan even louder.

  “Shhh,” she said, licking the same nipple with her tongue. “My parents are sleeping down the hall.”

  My eyes flew open. Well, shit.

  “I’m not good at being quiet, Laura,” I said. “You should probably know that.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to try,” she said matter-of-factly as she took my other nipple into her mouth, sucking on it briefly before biting that one.

  I clamped my hand over my mouth. This was not going to be easy.

  “Mmm, maybe we should switch? At least I know how to be quiet.” I opened my mouth and glared at her, but also I wanted to see her without her shirt on, so I swung my leg over her and flopped back on the bed.

  Laura straddled my legs with hers and this was a whole new angle to appreciate her. She pulled her tank over her head and as much as I loved having her biting my nipples, this was better.

  “Fucking hell,” I said. Her chest was generous in the best way, falling heavy and round. I could fill my hands with them and I wanted to.

  “What’s this?” I asked, tracing a horizontal scar on her stomach.

  “Appendix. It burst when I was in high school during assembly. It was all very dramatic.” I also saw a dot above her belly button that signified that she might have had it pierced at one time. I had learned so many things about Laura in these few seconds. I wonder what other secrets her body held that I would get to unwrap. Christmas was coming early for me.

  I took my time studying her, counting each freckle and scar before I turned my full attention to her incredible tits. I did what I wanted and filled my hands with them. She threw her head back and made a quiet sound of pleasure. I hoped that if she didn’t have to be quiet, the sound would have normally been louder. I didn’t want to mess around, so I brought my mouth to first one of her boobs and then the other. I kissed and sucked on the skin until it turned red and I hoped I left a mark. I wanted her to look at herself tomorrow and know that I’d been here. I wanted her to remember this.

  I didn’t stop until her boobs were peppered with red marks and I’d teased her so thoroughly she’d started begging in a hoarse whisper. Who ever thought that the sound I would most want to hear was Laura pleading with me? I loved it.

  “You’re a monster,” she said as I ran my hand down her stomach to cup her between her legs.

  “I thought I was the Grinch?” My heart was definitely too small, but only because it had been broken into multiple pieces and parts had been shattered that would never get put back together.

  “I don’t know who you are but, oh my god.” I pressed the heel of my hand against her and she arched back again.

  “I’m not god either,” I said. “But I do want more of you.” Laura looked at me with lust-glazed eyes.

  “Huh?” she said.

  “Get on your back, baby.” The endearment fell from my lips so naturally that I didn’t know why I hadn’t been calling her that this entire time.

  Laura did what I asked, and I was back on top. I didn’t mind being in control like this as I shimmied her shorts and undies down her legs. I was sure her underwear was cute and I’d probably want to see her in it later, but right now I was only concerned about what was underneath.

  I got rid of the rest of her clothes and then there she was, in all her glory, and I had to take a moment to thank whatever deity saw fit to let me have this moment.

  “You’re stunning,” I said. I’d never seen anyone so perfect. I looked up to her face and found her with red cheeks.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s embarrassing.”

  “What is?”

  “Being naked. It’s so weird. I just . . . all I can think about are the parts I don’t like about myself.” I scanned her up and down.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t see any parts not to like. You’re completely and totally gorgeous.” Her cheeks got even more red.

  “Thanks. It’s easier to believe that when you say it.”

  “You know me, I don’t bullshit. I tell the truth because my face always betrays the lie.”

  “I know,” she said, nodding. “I just had an ex who was really critical during sex and it kind of messed me up.” Firstly, I wanted to find that ex and stab them, and second, I was going to do my best to make her feel beautiful while she was with me.

  “I know how you feel. Sometimes my body isn’t what I want it to be, or what I see in my head.” I didn’t want to drag the mood down with dysphoria, but I could understand what she was talking about.

  “But I’m not going to talk about that, or think about that, because I’m going to distract you so thoroughly, you won’t be thinking about anything else.” I gave her a wicked smile and her eyes went wide again.

  “And how are you going to do that?” she asked.

  “Just you wait.”

  I tried to project a whole lot more confidence than I felt, but honestly, eating pussy wasn’t rocket surgery. I just had to listen to her responses and try everything in my bag of tricks.

  I’d thoroughly loved on her tits, so I explored other areas including her neck, her collarbone, her bellybutton, her calves, her knees. I tasted and touched as much of her skin as I could, paying extra attention to any areas that made her writhe and beg. I’d never been with someone who went wild when I kissed the side of their hips, but there was a first for everything.

  She pleaded and begged and fussed and thrashed until I stroked her just where she’d asked me to and she sighed in relief. I guess I
wasn’t the only one who was a little wound up.

  I licked one of my fingers before slowly entering her. She thrust her hips into my hand and I could tell that one finger was good, but two fingers was better for her, so I quickly added a second, thrusting and curling my fingers the way she wanted and needed. Wanting to completely blow her mind, I shifted my weight and added my tongue into the mix and that pushed her over the edge.

  I had to reach up and clamp the hand that wasn’t helping prolong her climax onto her mouth so she wouldn’t make so much noise. Now who was the one who couldn’t be quiet?

  Her tremors quieted and she gasped. I raised my head and realized it would have been a good idea to put my hair up before we started this whole thing, but there was no going back now.

  “Wow,” Laura said, looking down at me and pushing my damp hair out of my face. I was probably a complete mess, but she was happy and that was all I cared about at the moment.

  “That was incredible.”

  “Why thank you. Do you need a minute or are you ready to go again?” Her eyes popped open.

  “Again? Don’t you want to have a turn?”

  “Only when I’m done with you.”

  “When will you be done with me?”

  “I’m not sure yet.” I smiled and stroked her again. “I’m just getting started.”

  I made her come three more times and she begged me to stop. I wiped my face on her sheets and climbed up to lay next to her. I still had my shorts on for some reason.

  “I think I’m dead,” she said, staring at the ceiling. Her whole body was flushed and glistening with sweat. Sexy as fuck, and the best part was the knowledge that I was responsible for her looking that way.

  “How is your hair still perfect?” I asked.

  “It’s not,” she said, running her hands through her hair as it fell perfectly back on the pillow.

  She turned on her side and smiled at me. My broken heart rattled in my chest a little.

  “I had no idea this was going to happen. I had no idea you were going to happen.”

  “It’s not like this was my grand plan. Sometimes shit happens and you go with it.” I’d abandoned the idea that “everything happens for a reason” shortly after I understood that not everyone’s mother left them. There was no grand plan. There was just life.

  “I’m not going to lie, I’ve had the biggest fucking crush on you since we started working.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” This was news to me. “You couldn't stand me. The feeling was mutual.” Hadn’t it been?

  “I was upset that you were so distracting. Do you know how hard it’s been sitting in the same office and trying to work near you for the past year?” I gaped at her. With those few words, Laura had turned everything I thought was right upside down.

  “So you were so annoying because you liked me? Did you steal work because you liked me?” Weird way to show it, if true.

  “If you want to call it annoying. I like to think of it as awkward work flirting. But I wasn’t going to sacrifice my crush for getting ahead at work so . . .” she trailed off and shrugged.

  “You are possibly one of the most frustrating people I have ever met, Laura Sterling. But you’re sexy as hell, so it all evens out.” I laughed and she hit me lightly on the shoulder.

  “Rude. Maybe I won’t fuck you now.” I needed to come so bad that it felt like my junk was pressing on my brain, making it hard to think.

  “Please fuck me?” I asked. “Ugh, that sounded so needy. But it’s true. Please?” A seductive smile spread on her lips and she put her hand on my shoulder to pin me to the bed.

  “Let’s see what we can do for you, shall we?” Without another word, she yanked off my shorts and undies, just as I’d done for her.

  “Is there anything you absolutely don’t want?” she asked, which made me stop for a second.

  “I mean, yeah. Please don’t like, spit on me and call me a whore. Not a fan. But I mean, I’ll let you know if you’re going in the wrong direction.” She ran her hands between my boobs.

  “I want to make you feel like you made me feel.” Her fingers trembled just a little and she looked up at me.

  She was nervous.

  “Hey, baby, it’s okay. Just follow your instincts.” I touched her face and pointed to my junk. “You can always start here. It’s a very good place to start.”

  That made her laugh and kiss my mouth. She didn’t start with my junk. No, she started with my neck. Laura kissed and scraped my skin with her teeth and sucked and if I’d had any blood left in my brain to form a thought, I would have realized tomorrow I’d have an impressive set of hickies.

  Laura kissed my body like she did everything else: with determined precision. She cut right to the places that drove me wild and made me squirm and let out incoherent sounds that I had to try and muffle so her parents wouldn’t hear. This hadn’t been the ideal location for our first encounter. By the time she headed toward my junk with her hands, my entire body was vibrating with need and desire.

  Before I knew what was happening, she had me on my side facing her. Our mouths touched, and she wiggled her clever fingers near where I wanted her.

  “Tease,” I said into her mouth.

  “I’m just getting warmed up.” She cupped me and I moaned, but she swallowed the sound.

  There was a lot more moaning as she slid first one, and then a second finger inside me. The angle was perfect for her to hit everything right. My hips started moving of their own free will, demanding more, begging for release.

  I clamped my thighs together on her hand and rode out my release against her as she kissed me gently. Wave after wave hit me, robbing me of breath as stars exploded behind my closed eyelids. Laura teased every last drop of pleasure from me and left me tingling in the aftermath.

  My eyes opened slowly, and she was right there.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I’m going to make you pay for earlier,” she whispered into my ear before nipping my earlobe, causing me to jump.

  “No, don’t, stop,” I said as a weak and fake protest.

  “Are you ready?” she asked.

  I would never be ready for Laura Sterling.

  SHE MADE ME COME AS many times as I’d made her, even though it took a little longer. Desire could be tricky and something that worked five minutes ago might not work in future. If we did this again, I was going to get out my trusty vibrator and really give her a show.

  We didn’t talk about a next time. Instead we stripped the bed, took a shower to wash off, and then made the bed again.

  It was the middle of the fucking night and both of us were exhausted. We didn’t bother to put clothes on before getting under the covers again. This time she held me close and I told myself that I didn’t need to fuck her again. I’d fucked her enough for one night.

  Laura sighed that happy sigh again, and I nestled into her chest and closed my eyes, at last, to sleep.

  Nine

  When I woke a few hours later, sunlight streamed through a crack in the curtains and I took in the aftermath of the night. My hair was an utter disaster from being slept on while wet, there were clothes everywhere, and a pile of bedding sat in the corner of the room as if it was judging me.

  I turned and found Laura still asleep. Yet again, perfect hair. It wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t.

  A smile softened her face and made her look like a fallen angel. Ugh, I was really losing it. I didn’t want to have all these warm and slippery feelings in my chest. I missed the cold indifference.

  Had I really ever been indifferent to Laura, though? Not when I thought back. Maybe part of my annoyance was my annoyance at my own attraction to her.

  It was too early, and I’d had too little sleep to be thinking about this shit. I needed some distance from the situation, some distance from Laura.

  Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked up at me.

  “Hey, are you watching me sleep?”

  “Uh,
no. I mean, I was, but not really? Not in a creepy way. You’re just really pretty.” She laughed softly.

  “Thank you. I think you’re really pretty. If that’s an okay word to use?”

  I nodded.

  “But if you ever want to call me handsome, I wouldn’t be upset.”

  “You got it,” she said, stretching out. “Ow.”

  My own body was heavy and stiff. I wanted to lay in bed all day.

  “Do you want breakfast?” she asked.

  “Yeah, is there any way that we can be normal so your family doesn’t know . . . what we did?”

  She gave me a look. “Do you really think they don’t already know that something is going on?”

  Oh. OH.

  “I mean, I had some kind of suspicions, but not really. Oh, and I think your cousin has a crush on me, but she hasn’t said anything. I mean, I don’t want to have to reject her, but if you could maybe drop some hints?”

  Laura yawned and said she would.

  “Poor Michelle. I keep trying to get her to come out to the city. I have two bedrooms and I would totally let her crash with me while she got on her feet, but she’s still too scared to leave the bubble. It’s not easy when everything but your own heart is telling you to stay.”

  “You should tell her that, if you haven’t already. I’ll talk to her too, but I’ll try not to make it into flirting or anything.”

  Laura narrowed her eyes.

  “What?”

  “I’m not sure if I trust this not-flirting business. I might need to be nearby just in case.”

  “Just in case you have to jump in and save me from accidentally flirting?”

  “Exactly.”

  I burst out laughing.

  “You’re ridiculous.”

  “You love it,” she said, grabbing the pillow from under her head and then hitting me with it. What happened next was my first real pillow fight. Feathers didn’t fly around, but we laughed and hit each other and ran around the bedroom and probably made too much noise.

  I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t breath and collapsed on the floor.