Christmas Presents

by Carly Keene

  I nod, not taking my eyes off him.

  “I really want to kiss you.”

  I don’t remember deciding with my mind; my body decides for me. I step closer. His hands are warm on my waist, inside my coat, and I tilt my head back for his lips on mine. They’re cool, and his mouth is warm, and in no time at all I’m blazing like a bonfire, heat blasting through my abdomen and melting all my ladyparts.

  “I never do this,” he murmurs against my mouth, and slides his lips across my cheek to my ear and down the side of my neck. “Not on the farm, not with customers. It’s just, I saw you and I wanted to touch you. Immediately.”

  “I felt the same way,”I confess, suppressing a moan at the wet urgency of his mouth on my neck, the warmth of his hand on my breast. And then I do moan, because of the line of rigid heat pressing against me through his jeans. I want to drop to my knees, rip open his pants, and take him in my mouth—right here in the open.

  And that’s not like me at all, because my preference has always been for the slow build. Curtains drawn, careful seduction. Candles, wine, getting in the mood. Now, with this guy I literally met half an hour ago, I’m aching and wet and shameless. I don’t even care who sees.

  I don’t know what I could be thinking, but I don’t care about that either.

  Time slows and compresses and stretches out, and his fingers are warm under my sweater and then on my nipple, and I’m stroking him through his jeans and reaching for the belt buckle, and he groans, “We have to stop.”

  I can’t. I fumble with the buckle, wanting my hands on that long thick part of him that wants me so much.

  “Noelle, stop.” He pulls back from me, breathing hard.

  “Why?” I’m breathing hard, too. I’ve never been this ready for sex in such a short time, but ready I am. I’d do it right here and right now, in the cold, in the afternoon, with no privacy whatsoever.

  He nods toward the next row of trees, reaching for his undershirt. “People coming. I wouldn’t care, but we get a lot of kids here and I don’t want to scar them for life.”

  I lick my lips and tug my sweater down as he puts his other layers on, still trying to find my equilibrium. The sound of excited young voices nearby finally penetrates my brain, and I know he’s right. We do have to stop.

  He leans back against the truck, chest still heaving. So’s mine. He starts to laugh, looking at my confusion. “You look about as pissed off as I feel. Seriously, that was the worst timing.”

  I nod. No words come.

  “I guess we should go back.”

  I nod again.

  He pushes himself off the truck and adjusts himself in his pants. “Here, let me help you up.”

  Another nod. I’m finally getting deep enough breaths that there’s oxygen in my brain again. He practically puts me in the truck and buckles the seatbelt. Gets in on the other side. Our eyes lock on each other again, and we’re leaning together for one more deep amazing kiss, before he pulls back and starts the engine.

  We’re quiet on the way back, but I reach for his hand and he holds it.

  There are several family groups back at the main building where the gift shop is set up, and Jackson sighs.

  “More Christmas Lumberjack customers?” I ask. My stomach is churning with arousal and nerves, but I’m trying to stay cool.

  “Looks like it.” He nods sadly. “Have dinner with me?”

  I don’t really need dinner as an excuse to see him, and I start to say so, but he leans over to whisper in my ear. “I have a feeling we’re going to need the sustenance, don’t you think?”

  I shiver, anticipating. “I think so, yes.”

  “I’ll have to work until at least 7, maybe a little after. But can I come pick you up after I’m done here?”

  I reach for his waist. He lets me. “Why don’t you just bring some takeout? I like Chinese. Or pizza, everybody likes pizza. Whatever you want.”

  “Pepperoni?” He nuzzles my ear.

  “Add mushrooms and I’m in.” I pull out my phone and ask for his number, and then dial it. “There, now you can get me.” I text him my address. “Call me when you get there and I’ll give you the gate code.”

  “Done,” he says, and pulls away reluctantly. “I can’t wait, Noelle.”

  I can’t either.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Chapter 5

  Jackson

  I pick up a large 16” pepperoni-and-mushroom at Knox Brick Oven Pizza, and ponder grabbing a cold 2-liter of Dr. Pepper. A lot of the girls I know wouldn’t touch the stuff, too worried about calories, but I remind myself that Noelle isn’t those girls. I get the bottle of soda, and text her that I’m on my way.

  Last year, on the way to a night out, I’d have taken a shower and gelled my hair and put on too much cologne, and changed clothes at least twice, wanting to be able to attract a girl in the midst of two hundred other guys looking to get laid. Tonight, I’ve just showered and put on the most comfortable shirt I own, an old chambray one I’ve had for years. I feel just as comfortable with Noelle; I don’t have to be anything but myself.

  She texts back that she’s looking forward to seeing me, and she gives me the code for the gate at her apartment. I can’t wait. All the way over there, I’m trying to calm my dick down, but I keep remembering her hands on my belt buckle, and boom, the blood keeps flowing to my groin. I think about the softness of her breast and the heat of her mouth, and I’m awash in desire. I even jerked one out in the shower, trying to take a bullet out of the chamber so I won’t be too eager, but it doesn’t seem to have helped. I’m not sure which I’m hungrier for, her or dinner.

  At her apartment complex, I’m waiting in traffic to turn left when a black car noses into the traffic behind me, close enough to graze the truck’s bumper. My truck is old, but it runs and I’m not worried about a dent here and there. Plus, Noelle is looking forward to seeing me, so I just shake my head and turn as soon as the road’s clear. The black car follows so closely that he actually sneaks under the gate behind me and into the parking lot.

  Some people are such assholes. You have to decide whether to let them bother you, or not. Tonight, my mild annoyance with this waste of space is not enough to jar me out of the happy anticipation of seeing Noelle. I walk right past where the driver of the black Olds is staring up at the building, carrying pizza and soda. I push the button for her apartment, and she buzzes me in.

  I run up the two flights of stairs, and she’s standing in the doorway smiling at me, and I lose my breath for a second.

  She looks beautiful. She’s wearing a long green shirt that makes her eyes look huge, and yoga pants that hug those sexy hips, and her hair is loose on her shoulders. “Wow, you look great.”

  “So do you,” she says, and pulls me inside.

  She’s got her tree up, and some simple decorations on it: tons of tiny glowing lights. Popcorn garland. Candy canes. Big red bow at the top. “Tree’s perfect,” I tell her.

  “Thanks.” She kisses me lightly before I can even put down the pizza, and we laugh when I almost drop it.

  “Wait, wait. Let me just—” I set dinner down on her kitchen island, and then hold my arms open for her. Her mouth is just as hot and sweet against mine as it was earlier in the afternoon, and without her coat in the way, holding her is even better. I love those cello curves of hers, her full breasts against my chest, her hips filling my hands. She is so, so sexy. She smells like flowers and vanilla.

  Shower be damned, I’m rock-hard for her again, instantly, and the feel of her hands on my ass makes me start grinding against her. She makes a pleasure sound into my mouth, and then moves away to lick at the base of my throat.

  She’s not shy.

  Neither am I, but my growling stomach makes her laugh. “If we don’t eat now,” she says, pulling her head back to laugh up at me, “we won’t ever.”

  “Well, not never. But it’s been a long time since lunch,” I admit. If I’d had any brains, I’d have eaten something, anything, be
fore leaving my place. I let go of her, my body instantly missing her warmth. I take a deep breath. “This pizza’s been torturing me all the way over, about as much as the idea of seeing you again has.”

  She smiles again, that big glowing smile. “I know what you mean.” She looks past me. “Ooh, Knox Brick? I love their pizza. And Dr. Pepper’s my favorite.”

  “It’s everybody’s favorite,” I tell her, and reach to open it. “Around here, anyway.”

  Her sexy warm laugh again. “I never had it before I moved here. People drank it in Texas, but my mom wouldn’t let us kids have it.” She goes to the cabinet and brings out glasses and plates, sets them on her tiny dining table. “Come on, let’s eat. I’m starved.”

  “So am I. How’d you wind up here in Tennessee, after Texas?” I sit down right next to her, and open the box.

  We chow on the pizza while she tells me about growing up an Army brat in Texas, Virginia, upstate New York, North Carolina. A couple of years in Germany. Her dad’s at Ft. Leonard Wood in Missouri now. “Right after high school, we packed up and moved from Ft. Bragg to Leonard Wood. We took I-40 west through here, and I thought it was just so pretty. And then a friend of mine from middle school in Texas was talking to me on Facebook and told me that she needed a roommate while she was going to University of Tennessee, so I sort of jumped at the chance to come here. I moved in with Carmen and went to community college here, and I’ve been working as a pharmacy tech for about a year now.”

  I tell her a little bit about the landscaping business and working with Adam, and then about how Adam’s wife Holly has grown the tree farm into a genuine agri-tourism attraction in the past year. “The transformation has been pretty exciting,” I tell her. “It’s a lot more fun to work there these days.”

  Noelle pulls cheese off her pizza and eats it. I watch her. Her tongue is so pink, and she’s so pretty, and now that the edge has been taken off my appetite for food, my appetite for her is getting stronger by the second.

  “What?” she says.

  “I want you. So much.”

  She sets down what’s left of her second slice, and looks into my eyes. “I want you, too. Come here.”

  It begins. It doesn’t end for a long time.

  We kiss standing in the middle of her apartment, not caring that the lights are on and the curtains are open. Her mouth opens for me, and her tongue is soft and bold on mine, and it isn’t long before I’m on the couch with her on my lap. Full luscious tits pressing against my chest, scent of flowers and vanilla. Heat of her crotch against mine. Firm ass in my hands.

  I pull her green top off, gently, and cup those bountiful tits in my hands. I ease the bra cups away from her erect nipples and touch them, caress them. She sighs. “I need to kiss these,” I say, my voice scratchy with want. She lets me. Lets me strip the bra off, lets me gently squeeze and hold her generous globes. I suckle at one nipple while I tease the other, and she moans.

  I come up for air and another kiss. This time when she reaches for my belt buckle, I don’t stop her. I let her undo it, let her unzip my jeans and free my aching, hard cock from its confines. “Oh, my god,” she says, stroking me gently. “You’re so big. It’s beautiful,” she says with awe, and I can’t stop myself from making noise and arching up into her hands. She drops to her knees on the floor, and I moan again at the prospect of her mouth hot and wet all over me. She moistens the tip of my dick with leaking precum, and I suck in my breath. Her hands feel amazing. “Wait,” she says, and pulls at my jeans. “Take these off.”

  Shoes, socks, jeans and boxers off as fast as I can shuck them. She unbuttons my shirt, while I find my wallet and pull out the strip of condoms, tossing them on the couch next to us. Her hands are warm on my chest.

  “You’re beautiful,” she says,” her voice husky and warm. I help her pull the shirt off my shoulders. She gets off my lap, and I protest, but she’s only turning off the lights. There’s enough illumination from the kitchen for me to see the way her tits sway when she walks, and I’m shaking my head in amazement at how sexy she is, how sweet she is, when she strips her pants off, leaving on a pair of plain black underwear.

  It’s so hot that she hasn’t gone all-out with fancy lingerie for me. I like lingerie, but there is something honest and completely fucking sexy that she’s just herself. She goes back to her knees in front of me and I get even more excited. She leans forward, pressing those glorious knockers to my chest, and then holds them together for me to slip my desperate dick between them. It feels incredibly good.

  “You’re not shy,” I say, smiling. Honest, sexy, and not shy. This woman keeps becoming more awesome by the minute.

  She shakes her head, then leans over and goes down on me, and I stop being able to say anything at all, mind totally fucking blown by the pleasure of her sweet wet mouth, her hands stroking. I can only think, I can’t stand much of this. The sliding, delicious pressure builds and builds, and then I have to reach forward and stop her, squeeze my dick at the head. “Baby, back off a little. I don’t want to come yet.” She looks up at me, her beautiful lips all rosy, and I squeeze harder, getting things to calm down. When the pressure has subsided, I stand up and haul her up into my arms.

  She’s not a tiny delicate thing. I like that. Anyway, I’m pretty strong.

  “Bedroom down the hall?” I ask, kissing her neck. My hands are full of her ass.

  “Yes,” she says, breathless.

  I toss her onto the bed and laugh with happiness when her breasts bounce. I can’t wait to make her feel good. I start with her neck again, trailing teasing kisses down to her tight nipples and sucking there, then kissing down toward those black cotton panties. They’re damp in the center. I rub along that wet line and she moans again. “Can I take these off?”

  She lifts her hips in answer, and the panties go flying. And then I’m leaning over her bare pussy, pouting open with its own moisture, and taking my first lick of the sweetest lollipop I’ve ever had in my mouth. Her moans and gasps, and her hands fisting in the bedspread, are making me hard as iron, and her sweet wet pink flesh has my dick flexing with anticipation, beads of lubrication forming at the tip again. My need to be inside her is growing, but I won’t rush it. She needs to finish first.

  She’s close. Her thighs are tense, her hips pushing up at me in rhythm with my tongue. I slip one finger, then two, inside her, and suddenly she’s crying out, hips bucking, and her inner walls are spasming around my fingers. I let her go through it, keeping a gentle pressure on her, and I’m suddenly so happy. I know she enjoyed that.

  “Oh my god,” she pants, licking her lips. “That was amazing.” She opens her eyes and reaches for me, in the dim light from down the hall. “I need you in me now, Jackson.”

  All of a sudden I remember the strip of condoms on the seat of the couch, in the other room. “Shit. Forgot the birth control. I’ll be back.”

  “I’m on the pill,” she says, her chest still heaving, those glorious breasts quivering with her deep breaths. “Is there another reason we’d need it?”

  “I’ve never had sex without a rubber,” I admit. “Too scared of consequences. So I’m clean.”

  The thought occurs that if she got pregnant, I might not care.

  “So we don’t need to worry,” she says, and gives me her amazing smile. “Come here.”

  I do. We hold each other, and we both reach for my desperately eager cock, and we guide my body into hers, and we are locked together. We kiss. We move against each other, and she moans against my neck while she’s licking my throat, and she tightens those inner walls on me. I can’t help it, I thrust harder. Faster. Then her hands go tight on my back, her nails digging in a little, and she cries out loud as she comes again. I burst, like a ripe berry, inside her.

  I kiss her again, sweet and hot, while we come down from the high.

  “Stay,” she says, and I do.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Chapter 6

  Noelle

  Jackson Sl
edd is an incredible lover. I can hardly believe my luck. He’s sweet, he’s beautiful, he brings the exact pizza and soda I like best, he listens to me talk, and he kisses like a god.

  Did I mention that he’s gorgeous?

  Did I mention that he kisses like a god?

  Did I mention that he made me come so hard I saw stars?

  Twice.

  He fell asleep right after sex, for about fifteen minutes, during which I lie on the bed and stare at him, cataloguing all the gorgeousness. Thick, soft hair, long eyelashes. A strong nose, soft mouth, masculine square chin. Basically, he is adorable. I sigh, and he stirs.

  He opens his blue eyes and smiles at me, saying my name softly. I lean over to kiss him. I know I’ve got a goofy grin on my face; I just don’t care. It’s crazy how comfortable I am with him. “Hey,” he says, “I’m actually still hungry. Do you mind if I bring the rest of the pizza in here, or should we go back into the dining room to finish?”

  It was nice of him to ask. “Well, the covers are still on the bed, so I guess we won’t get any crumbs in the sheets.”

  He grins and hops up off the bed. “Yes ma’am. Dinner part two coming up.” When he comes back, he’s carrying the pizza box, a kitchen towel, a handful of napkins and the bottle of Dr. Pepper. “We don’t want grease on your bed,” he says, and doubles up the kitchen towel before putting the cardboard box on top of it. “Here you go, my lady.”

  “Ooh, ‘my lady.’ I like that.” I nod at his spectacular naked body. “I like the special delivery, too.”

  He laughs. “You can tip me later.”

  Oh, I plan to.

  The pizza is room temperature and the drink isn’t ice-cold anymore, but I don’t care. I’m suddenly starving. We pass the bottle back and forth, drinking straight from it, and although it’s not what I would have planned as a romantic dinner, I don’t mind at all.

  “Next time we go out,” Jackson says, and takes a giant bite of pizza.

  My heart leaps, because there will be a next time. I had hopes, of course, but it’s nice to have your interest reciprocated.