Mistoletoe Surprise: An Older Man Younger Woman Christmas Romance

by Crowne, K. C.

I’d have my chance – of that I had no doubt. But at that moment all I wanted was to make him feel very, very good. He’d given me a little training when it came to oral skills, and I’d done a little…research on the subject. I was ready to put what I’d learned into practice.

  My hands moved up his legs, stopping at the huge bulge in the middle. My eyes locked onto his, I dragged the backs of my nails over his cock. He was so thick and hard and ready. And I was ready too.

  “What you got on your mind, girl?”

  “I think you know exactly what I’ve got on my mind.”

  “Let’s see it, then. Call it curiosity.”

  “Patience – good things come to those who wait, you know.”

  “Oh, I’m thinking about what’s coming, alright.”

  I laughed. Craig was so rough around the edges, and a little crass at times. But I loved it all the same. Never had I met a man who’d made me feel the way he did.

  Seconds later I had his big belt buckle undone, then his zipper. Below was a pair of black boxer-briefs, simple but sexy. Again, I dragged my hands over his cock, a shiver running through his body letting me know I was on the right track. I’d planned for some teasing, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. After rolling down his waistband and exposing the stiff base of his prick, I reached in and took hold of what I wanted, yanking it out and staring at it.

  His cock was beautiful. It was long and thick and smooth, the base surrounded by coarse hair. Sure, I’d never seen another one in person before, but even still, I could tell that he had something special. I wrapped one hand around it and began to stroke slowly as I had before, paying special attention to the ridge of his head.

  “Yeah, just like that.” His voice was a sexy growl.

  Using both hands, I rubbed him good. He gripped the edge of the desk, a sly smile on his face. And after I’d decided I’d stroked him for long enough, I slowly brought my lips to his cock and gave the end a gentle kiss. That kiss was followed by others, my mouth moving down the length of his prick. Once I reached the top again, I opened my mouth and surrounded the head.

  God, the taste. The fucking taste. It was rich and warm and salty – so fucking good. Something about Craig seemed designed to drive me wild on some kind of chemical level.

  I moved my mouth down, wrapping my lips around his shaft and flicking his head with my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck. Just like that. Just like that.” It was a nice little reminder that I was doing a very good job.

  I took more and more of him into my mouth, loving the taste and the feeling of him on my tongue. When I’d taken as much as I could, I glanced up and let him enjoy the sight of me with a mouthful of his prick. Then I focused, bobbing up and down on him faster and faster, the soft sucking sounds filling the air. I stroked as I sucked, Craig letting out more and more manly moans.

  “Fucking hell, girl. You’re gonna make me…”

  He didn’t get a chance to finish. His cock began to pulse in my mouth, and seconds later a warm, salty liquid shot out all over my tongue. It was thick and hot, and I eagerly took it all down.

  Soon his cock stopped quivering, and I slowed my pace. Eventually, I took him out of my mouth and looked up.

  “So fucking good. But…shit, I don’t think it was enough.”

  At first, I was disappointed. But when he pulled me up to my feet, his cock still hard, I realized what he meant. Without saying a word, he reached down and yanked my pants and panties to my feet. He picked me up by my hips, lifting me like I was nothing, and sat me down on the edge of the desk where he’d been sitting only moments before.

  “Are you ready to go again so soon?” I asked, my pussy becoming wetter by the second.

  “With you, hell yeah. I could go again and a-fucking-gain.”

  That was more than fine with me. I’d be happy to go all night with Craig, fucking him until we passed out from pleasure and exhaustion. Couldn’t think of a better way to fall asleep, really.

  He spread my legs before grabbing his cock and guiding it to my lips. Once it was in place, he spread me open and entered me. Fuck, it was as good as ever.

  Craig clamped his hands on the edge of the desk on both sides of me and went to town. This time he didn’t start slow and build up speed. No, he went wild, fucking me like an animal in desperate need of rutting.

  I loved it. I’d had slow and sensual, and now I was ready for hard and rough. And that’s exactly what he gave me. Craig pounded the hell out of me, the desk squeaking and shifting beneath us so hard I worried it might break from the force.

  It didn’t take much of this for me to cum harder than I had yet. The orgasm ripped through my body, and it took all the restraint I had not to scream for fear of getting the attention of anyone else who might’ve been in the building.

  He tensed up, plunging into me twice more before spilling inside of me. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close as we both caught our breaths.

  “Fucking hell,” he said. “You feel so damn good.”

  “So do you.” I grinned, loving hearing it. “And you make me feel so damn good.”

  He stood up and smiled, his cock still stiff. Part of me wondered if he might be able to go again, but truth be told, I wasn’t sure if my body could take it. Another orgasm might make me come apart at the seams.

  A buzz sounded through the office, interrupting our post-coital panting. “Ah, my damn phone.” He bent down and pulled up his pants and underwear before digging his phone out of his pocket. “Shit, it’s your dad.”

  My face heated at the idea of Craig talking to Dad with me right next to him still half-naked. I quickly dressed myself, feeling like I should flee.

  Craig, seemingly sensing this, raised his palm. “Easy – stay put. We need to learn to play it cool sooner or later.”

  He was right. I sat still and caught my breath, trying to slow the beating of my heart. Craig, his eyes still on me, answered.

  “Yo, dude – what’s up? Yeah, sure….oh, she’s good, helping out with Kyle…Damn, tomorrow?...Dinner?...Yeah, I think we can probably make it. When you thinking? OK, I’ll let her know…Yeah, see you then.”

  The conversation only lasted a couple of minutes but by the time it was over, Craig’s whole demeanor had changed.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Your Dad’s coming back early. As in tomorrow.”

  My eyes widened. He wasn’t supposed to be back before the end of the week. “And what was the other part? The part about dinner?”

  Craig looked uneasy. “He wants us all to have Thanksgiving dinner together.”

  “OK…and you don’t seem cool with that in the slightest.”

  He kept his eyes on me for a moment before beginning to pace around the room.

  “Craig, what’s up? Tell me.”

  He paced, making me more nervous by the second. I could tell he had something to say, something I wasn’t going to like. “Right when he said it, I didn’t like it.”

  “And why not?”

  “This thing,” he said, gesturing between the two of us with one hand, “as good as it is, it’s really dangerous.”

  “Right…and isn’t that what makes it kind of fun?”

  “I don’t know.”

  The way he said it, his tone, gave me pause. Whatever clothes I didn’t have on I quickly threw on my body. I felt suddenly exposed. “What do you mean, you don’t know.”

  He sighed and ran his hand through his thick hair, mussed from the sex. “Kid, I’ve been thinking about this thing we’re doing.”

  “Sure, so have I.”

  “I don’t think you’ve been thinking about the same things I have.”

  “And what might those be?” Then I felt my expression harden. “And why the hell are you telling me this now? We were just fucking ten minutes ago!”

  “Because of what your dad said, about the dinner.”

  “Wait, because my dad wants to have dinner with us all you suddenly are having second thoughts about this?”


  “It’s more than the dinner, Cindy – it’s what the dinner represents.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Me and you and your dad and Kyle…all of us together and two of us keeping a lie from them that would tear us all apart.”

  “OK, but we talked about this – we’ll just keep it secret, not tell anyone.”

  “See, look what you’re doing. I called this thing what it was – a lie. And you tried to dress it up, make it sound less shitty than what it is.”

  “OK…so we keep lying.”

  “Lying to my boy, lying to your dad. That feel good to you?”

  I sighed because it didn’t. “No. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep seeing you.”

  “I had a feeling you might say that. See, kid—”

  “Stop calling me kid.”

  “You are a kid, and that’s why I’m gonna say what I’m gonna say. You’re a kid and you haven’t seen much of the world yet. I’ve been friends with your old man for almost as long as you’ve been alive. And when you have someone like that in your life, the last thing you want is to stab them in the fucking back.”

  “And you think that’s what you’re doing?”

  “Are you kidding? Of course that’s what I’m doing. What do you think he’d say, what do you think he’d do if he found out what was going on between us? He’d flip his shit – probably put me in the damn hospital and send you to a damn convent.”

  I hated that he was probably right, but I didn’t want what Craig and I had to end. “OK, so get to the point. Tell me what you want here.” The answer I wanted to hear was I want you. But the longer the conversation went on, the more I feared that wasn’t going to be the case.

  “I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be doing this shit anymore, Cindy. We need to stop.”

  The words hit me like a cold dagger to the gut. “We need to what?”

  “You heard me – we need to stop. This needs to end, and it needs to end right now. I know it fucking sucks to hear, but you know deep down that I’m right.”

  I didn’t know what to say. The room seemed to spin around me like I was drunk or sick or something. I had no idea how much time had passed before Craig spoke again.

  “Kid, say something. I need to know you heard what I said.”

  I took one deep breath, and then another. I still didn’t know exactly what I was going to say, but I knew I needed to say something. “This is bullshit.”

  Craig raised his eyebrows. “It’s bullshit?”

  “It’s bullshit and you know it.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s bullshit about it?”

  “Are you kidding? I shouldn’t have to tell you what I mean. You…you talked me into this thing we’re doing, get me all worked up and excited about being with you, make me tell some guy to screw off, and then take my freaking virginity. And then, not ten minutes after we fucked, you’re telling me we need to stop it, just like that? It’s bullshit!”

  I scanned his face for any sign that I was getting through to him. But there was nothing. He was cold and stony and distant. “Say something! Just a second ago you were on my case for not speaking, now you’re silent.”

  “I’m not saying anything because there’s nothing to be said.”

  Fucking asshole. Fucking prick. Dropping something like that and then shutting down.

  “Well I’ve got plenty to say. I love you, goddammit.””

  I couldn’t believe what I’d said. But the words had come flying out of my mouth like on a spring. Silence hung in the air, a tense silence that I had caused. But I knew what I said was right. I knew it was what I felt.

  “You…what?”

  “I said I love you. There. Is that enough to get you to rethink this stupid decision?”

  “Are you saying this because you think it’ll make me change my mind?”

  “No, I’m saying it because it’s true. It’s how I feel.”

  For a moment, a look I could only describe as pained flashed on his face. “You don’t mean that.”

  I gaped at him. “Are you kidding? Of course I do! Craig, I think I’ve loved you from the moment I even knew what love was when I was a kid. And being with you made me realize it. And you know what? I bet if you weren’t being such a stubborn asshole, you’d realize you feel the same way.”

  He said nothing for a long while, and my gut tensed at what his response might be.

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t.”

  However bad I felt, those words brought me down to a new depth of misery. I was sure he was lying. “Yes, you do.”

  “I said, I don’t,” he repeated. “Kid, we’re done with this thing, and that’s all there is to it.”

  The sadness in me flipped over to rage. I was furious. “Then get out!”

  “What?”

  “This my office, and I want you to get out.”

  He laughed. “Are you fucking serious? I own this building.”

  “It’s my office and I want you to get the hell out!” I was being petty, but I didn’t care.

  Craig regarded me for a moment longer, then turned to leave.

  When I was alone, I dropped into the chair behind me and cried my eyes out.

  Chapter 20

  Cindy - One month later… (Christmas Eve)

  I couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid dinner. Dad had been so happy about the whole thing, but my feelings couldn’t have been further from happy if I’d tried. I spent the entire dinner poking at my food, not wanting to take a bite, doing my best to avoid shooting daggers at Craig.

  If he’d been bent out of shape about what had happened between us, he sure as hell didn’t show it. He and Dad joked and laughed like the old buddies they were, and all I could do was try to ignore how my heart had been broken into pieces by that jerk.

  And the worst part was Dad wanted to do it again. He and Craig made plans to have Christmas Eve with our two families, and as the day approached, I’d been hoping the two of them would be so busy with work that they’d forget. But of course, the day before Christmas dinner, Dad made sure to remind me, talking about it nonstop as we put up the tree and hung lights in the windows.

  My heart hadn’t felt any better over the last month. I did my best to avoid Craig, of course. Luckily, he must’ve had the same intentions – the two of us barely saw one another. But every now and then, I’d spot him on one of the properties, and I was almost certain he’d look at me, an expression on his face that suggested he had something he wanted to say but wasn’t sure how to say it.

  Probably only my imagination. Wishful thinking – that kind of thing. I mean, judging by his reaction, he didn’t give a damn about me. Hell, maybe he’d been relieved to break it off. I’d told him I’d loved him, and he didn’t care. I was like a stupid kid who’d gotten in over my head.

  “Yo, Earth to Cindy.”

  I glanced up to see Alexa standing next to me, her hands loaded with potatoes. It looked like she might drop them all at any moment. I’d decided before this dinner that if I had to go through with it, I’d need some moral support. Hence, Alexa.

  “Wanna help me with these things?”

  “Shit, sorry.” I snapped back into reality and grabbed a few from her hands, setting them on the counter.

  There was something else, too. Over the last week I’d been feeling weird. No other way to put it. Not quite sick, but like something was off with me in a way I couldn’t put my finger on.

  “You still feeling out of it?” Alexa asked as she handed me one potato peeler and took another.

  “Yeah. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

  “Or maybe you’re still upset about the whole Craig thing. I mean, I sure as hell would be.”

  My eyes widened, and I glanced around, looking for Dad. “What are you doing? Don’t talk about it like that.”

  “You worried your dad might hear? Cin, he went to the butcher shop – not like he’s gonna sneak up on us.”

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bsp; “You never know.”

  “It’s fine. We’ll hear his car when it comes. But anyway, that’s probably what it is. Heartbreak has weird symptoms. It’s probably good, though – if you’re feeling weird instead of sad it means you’re probably getting over it.”

  I wasn’t sure about that. It still felt raw and painful. “Maybe. But seeing Craig tonight’s not gonna help. I’ve been able to mostly avoid him. But now I have to sit across from him at the damn dinner table and pretend everything is ok.”

  “It’s only for an hour or so. And when it’s over, we can get the hell out of here and catch the late screening of Elf in town. And besides, I want to make sure I get to spend all the quality time I can with you before you leave. How much longer do I have with you, anyway?”

  “Two weeks. Two weeks and I’ll hit my money goal and be on my way to New York. If I time it right, I might even be back to see the ball drop.”

  “You’re positive about that? I mean, it’s been pretty nice having you back. You ever think about sticking around for a while?”

  “Aren’t you going to LA soon? Why are you talking like you’re not leaving?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Not thinking of buying a house or anything, but it’s been kind of nice to be around what’s familiar. Kind of feels nice.”

  “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

  She chuckled. “Me either.”

  “Well, that’s not how I feel. If there was any doubt in my mind about leaving –which there wasn’t- the whole Craig thing put the issue to rest. What would I do, stick around here and see him everywhere I go? Fuck that.”

  “What if he came around? You know, told you he wanted you and was being a dumbass about telling you he didn’t love you.”

  God, as much as I hated Craig, the thought was still nice. I couldn’t get away from that.

  “Not gonna happen. He was a total prick about it, acted like I was some dumb kid for even thinking I was in love with him. And it’s not like he’s made any effort to talk to me since that all went down. He’s probably glad to be done with it.”

  “You never know.” Alexa flashed me a sly smile.