White Hot Holidays: Special Agent Santa

by Denise A. Agnew

  Boone licked her essence off his fingers. She tasted musky and clean. His cock twitched, hardened even more. Suddenly he couldn’t get enough. “I want more of you. We’re not done yet.”

  Fuck, she looks like a goddess. A well-pleasured, hedonistic woman who took her enjoyment in full stride. Yet he saw an uncertainty in her eyes that showed she didn’t do things like this every day. Certain knowledge made him want her with a strength so profound he ached.

  Boone liked the way she flushed. Hell, he more than liked it. He’d never seen anything sexier than Kat Langdon. Her hair fell in mussed chestnut waves around her shoulders, not exceptionally long and not short. Her slim, oval face looked delicate, china porcelain he was almost afraid to touch. Lips reddened, her sweatshirt unzipped, bra hanging loose, and those beautiful, tight brown nipples. Shit. His cock was still so hard he figured he could use it to hammer nails. Urgent, pounding desire drove him. He tugged her into his arms again and kissed her hard. With each deep plunge of his tongue, he tasted her, and she tasted him. She didn’t hesitate, and something inside him broke free and rejoiced. She’s mine. Mine. He lifted her into his arms.

  He found a clear spot on her desk and sat her down. “What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes a little wide.

  “I’m going to taste you.”

  Oh my God. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. But she wanted it, ached for it. Frightened as hell and yet exhilarated beyond her wildest dreams, she gave into the swirling desire that swept her into this crazy fantasy come true.

  “Lean back,” he said.

  She leaned back on her elbows. Breathless with anticipation, she closed her eyes. For a moment, all she could hear in the room was their heavy breathing. He got down on his knees, parted her thighs, and dove in to devour her.

  The first hot lash of his tongue over her folds sent her heart into a staccato beat, her whimpers of enjoyment stifled as she remembered someone might hear. She centered her feelings inside her pussy, condensed to a pleasured woman needing him more than she needed anything in life. As his tongue swirled and flicked over her folds, she clenched the muscles in her pussy, then released. Each contraction created more heat along her pussy walls, more wonderful satisfaction. Kat kept her eyes closed to concentrate on his tongue swirling, darting along her folds, then over her clit with steady, massaging movements.

  “Please.” She didn’t care if she begged.

  Nothing mattered but coming and coming hard. Not today. Not tomorrow. Only pleasure.

  With hungry attention, he feasted upon her. She shuddered and moaned. The moist heat of his tongue circled her clit then he lapped at her with undeniable enjoyment. He ate her like a dessert, like a succulent sugar, delicious and addicting. When he pushed two fingers slowly and deeply all the way into her sex, she put her hand over her mouth and moaned.

  After what seemed endless seconds, his tongue strummed her clit repetitively while his fingers massaged her slippery channel. Her body shook in a fever-like delirium, the sensation so mind-blowing she couldn’t suppress a strident whimper. When he enveloped her clit in his mouth and sucked strongly, her hips arched. She lay back on her desk and several items fell off onto the floor. The wet heat against her aching clit burst over her in a relentless wave. Panting and on the verge of coming, she gasped for air.

  “God, you’re delicious, darlin’.” His voice became hoarse. “Do you want my cock?”

  Any more waiting, and she’d lose her mind. “Please, Boone.”

  A cocky grin touched his mouth. “Please what?”

  “Take me,” she almost gritted between her teeth.

  “Climb off the desk. We’re doing this doggie-style.”

  She scrambled to leave the desk. She tossed her velour top and bra onto the chair. Stark naked, she leaned down, put her forearms on the desk and presented him with her ass. Boone caressed her ass cheeks, and she shivered with exhilaration.

  “Shit, you have a pretty ass.”

  “Boone,” she practically sobbed in frustration.

  “Easy.” His husky rasp, full of assurance, only served to drive her crazier. He urged her thighs wider.

  Before she could take a breath, he eased his cock between her folds and pushed. She groaned softly as his cock tunneled to her depths. But if she thought this time would be slow, she was dead wrong. He drew back and rammed forward. His hips started a forceful fucking, his cock massaging her inner walls with every heavy, pistoning movement inside her. Jolted by his unmerciful thrusts, she shook under the impact. She reared back, wanting him harder, deeper, faster. Every thrust asked more from her already fiery arousal. Their rhythm turned frantic and Boone’s hips gyrated as he pumped, strained, plowed her. He reached under her and cupped her breasts, his fingers dancing over her nipples.

  Seconds later she ignited.

  She gasped, thrashed, surrendered to the climax raging inside her. With a snarl he shuddered, thrust hard. He moaned low in his throat, and she felt hot streams of cum spurting inside her pussy. He lay over her back, kissing her shoulders, tugging her nipples.

  “That was incredible,” she said, panting and dazed. For a minute she was dizzy.

  “Mmm. More than incredible. Fucking fantastic.” His voice sounded gravelly and thick.

  He slowly removed his cock from her, and she turned around. Desire blazed down at her from the soul-deep questions in his eyes. Her breath sluiced from her throat, her lips plumped from his kisses, her heart pounding.

  Boone’s mouth curved in one of those self-assured and companionable grins she associated with him and loved. He helped her climb into her garments again. When he said nothing more and propped his forehead against hers, his fingers caressed her shoulders and then he kissed her forehead. She needed wiggle room to figure the baffling sensations and feelings crashing around inside her. She pulled back from his embrace and glanced at the snowstorm growing into a blizzard.

  “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said, half alarmed and half thrilled.

  His eyes narrowed. “Do you trust me?”

  His question took her off guard. “Why is it so important to you?”

  He hesitated, and she detected a new emotion in his eyes. Fear. Genuine uncertainty. “Because it hurts to think that you don’t trust me. That you’d believe I’d hurt you. Is it because of what we just did?”

  A blush heated her cheeks. “Maybe.”

  “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “No? We…”

  “Kissed.”

  She smiled. “That’s an understatement.”

  He returned her look with a nonplussed face. “Do you regret it?”

  She swallowed hard. “No.”

  His lazy grin made her heart speed up. “Do you know how excited it made me, how much it turned me on to see you come?”

  More heat flooded her face. “It was so…”

  “Raw.”

  “Yes.”

  “Real.”

  “Yes.”

  He nodded. “You could hurt me, Kat. Hurt me so damned deeply I don’t know if I could get back up again.”

  Startled by his confession, one part of her pretended she didn’t hear it and didn’t believe it.

  She tried to imagine anything she did hurting him, and shook her head. “I’ve never met a man I could damage.”

  He cupped her face with one big palm, and the heat turned molten in her stomach. “I think you could put a hole through me ten feet wide.”

  Speechless, she waded into the deep end and dared to sink into his eyes. It scared the hell out of her to allow him to see this much. “Now that sounds like a Texas-sized exaggeration, Boone.”

  Before he could retort, the public address system came on and a pleasant female voice informed them all but essential personnel could leave for the day to celebrate the holiday and avoid the worsening weather.

  He grabbed her hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Three

  Boone drove his SUV up the long
driveway leading to his log cabin home.

  They crested a rise in the road and the two-story cabin came into view. Surrounded on three sides by tall pine trees and nestled along the crest of a huge mountain, his home was beautiful.

  Large and comfortable-looking, the cabin wasn’t near any other homes in the area. From without it screamed masculinity and fit Boone’s personality. Would she find awkward male touches inside that passed for decorating, or had someone decorated it for him? Another woman, perhaps?

  As they walked into the wide hallway off the kitchen from the two-car garage, he said, “Make yourself at home.”

  He pulled off his coat and put it away with her down coat in the hall closet.

  Instead of speaking right away, he locked the door and set the security system. She observed the living room as he turned on the lights. Emerald greens mixed with eggplant and burgundy, dark wood and rustic southwest designs that looked authentic rather than designer-instigated. Large portraits of mountain scenes dominated the living area. Despite his carefree attitude, his cabin showed attention to detail and a sense of home that wrapped around her in exquisite comfort.

  He glanced at his wristwatch. “We’ve got three hours to get to the party, so I guess we have time.”

  “To do what? Get naked and sweaty?” she asked, teasing him.

  He smiled. “You don’t believe in beating around the bush, do you?”

  “Not when it comes to serious matters.”

  “Hmm.” He cleared his throat, and his masculine drawl lured her with its liquid sound. “Very serious.”

  “I think we’re alike that way.” She tilted her head to the side and appraised him, taking in his strong body that had given her staggering pleasure.

  He reached up and cupped her face in his big hands. “Let’s find out what else we have in common.”

  Boone kissed her aggressively, his mouth smothering hers and his tongue plunging deep. A flash fire of sensations assaulted Kat. Under Boone’s kiss, she came alive. He lay back on the couch and drew her down until she lay on top of him. His big hands pressed her hips into his, and as her thighs fell open, his jeans-clad hips pressed upward. She moaned into his mouth as his hard cock pushed between her legs and pressed against her clit. Clamping her in place, he slid his hands past the waistband of the stretchy sweat suit material and under her plain cotton panties to contact naked flesh. As he cupped her ass cheeks and smoothed his palms over her bareness, she sighed in pure delight. She broke their kiss to look into his eyes.

  Uncertainty flickered in his eyes for an instant. “Please tell me this isn’t one-sided. I know you care for me but—”

  “Shhh. I’m falling for you, too. I think I’ve been half in love with you for months.”

  Potent desire boiled in his gaze. “What do you want to do first? Talk, or just get down to business?”

  “I think we can save talking for later. Besides, we’ve been talking for six months.”

  He winked. “You probably thought I was all talk and no action?”

  “I was beginning to wonder.”

  She smiled at him then looked around as an idea came to mind. She spied a big recliner next to the couch. “I think you need to sit in that chair for me.”

  A huge grin broke over his face. “You want to see whether it can take the weight of two people?”

  “I do.”

  “I don’t think we’re going to get to that party tonight.”

  “Do you care?”

  “Shit, no.”

  “What about the Santa suit?”

  “Honey, if you want to fuck me while I wear the suit, that’s fine with me.”

  She laughed. “Sounds intriguing.”

  He grinned widely. “Now?”

  “I’d love that.”

  “Darlin’, if that isn’t the kinkiest suggestion I’ve heard in a long time.” He left the couch and headed for the stairs.

  Feeling breathless and excited, she said, “Hurry.”

  “Roger that.”

  “You didn’t need help with the suit either, did you?” she asked.

  “Hell no.”

  She chuckled then sat on the couch to take off her boots. Kat had never wanted to make love to a man with such fierce and overriding passion. Unbridled lust and complete trust flowed between them. While she enjoyed his flesh, she wanted to give him more than a spine-melting orgasm, she wanted his heart, his affection. She’d heard and seen the need in his voice as he’d taken her earlier, and she knew it wasn’t only a physical connection between them.

  By the time he returned a few minutes later, she was naked and sitting in his chenille recliner with her legs primly crossed. She frowned as he walked toward her. Along with wearing a shit-eating grin, he sported the Santa hat, and the red pants held up by suspenders. Absolutely nothing else. Oh, yes, yes, yes. She took in his broad, tanned shoulders, impressively sculpted arms, a wide, muscled chest, and the delineation of a muscled stomach and slim waist. Her gaze coasted over his chest, with its peppering of dark blond hair fanning over his pectorals and down over his stomach.

  “I should have said this earlier. You’re gorgeous,” she whispered. “Even with that ridiculous hat.”

  He smiled. “Thank you. Come here.”

  She stood and went into his arms. His broad chest brushed Kat’s breasts with exquisite movements designed to tease. His cock, trapped in the Santa pants, prodded her stomach like a hot brand. His fingers brushed through her hair.

  “What next?” he asked.

  Excitement winged through her. “Undo your pants and sit in the recliner.”

  When he unzipped the pants, his cock stood out proud and ready. This man was incredible on many levels, but his sex drive was obviously through the roof.

  She’d planned to sit on him, impale herself on his gorgeous masculinity. Instead, she urged him to sit down. Then she parted his legs, knelt between them, and grasped his cock in her left hand.

  “Holy shit,” he said with a moan and a gasp. “I won’t last if you do that.”

  She winked, wanting to torture him with her mouth the way he’d tortured her. “Who said I wanted you to last? Besides, you’re a very bad boy, Boone, and deserve punishment.”

  She stroked his cock, moving up and down with firm pressure. He groaned, his hips twitching. “Yeah? How bad?”

  “You didn’t wear your Santa beard or the top.”

  “What’s that going to cost me?”

  “A severe fucking, at least.”

  He closed his eyes. “God, I hope so.”

  Kat leaned in and licked a drop of pre-cum off the reddened, broad end of his cock. She’d never seen a man so erect, so hard. Boone’s cock was symmetrical perfection, thrusting out of a bush of dark blond hair. His silk over steel length pulsed under her touch. In response, her pussy wept moisture, her body aching to jump him and sink his thickness far inside her empty pussy. Instead, she encircled the base of his cock in her hand and covered as much of his hot flesh as she could with her mouth.

  “Ah!” His hips jerked upward.

  She worked his cock with steady pumping, her fingers slick as she combined the wetness of her mouth with the pre-cum leaking from his tip. Reaching below, she massaged his balls. When she removed her mouth from his cock and licked his balls, he sucked in a harsh breath.

  She was going to kill him, the little wench. Emotions slammed him at the same time his mind reeled from screaming pleasure. His breath wheezed from his throat and his thigh muscles quivered. His hands clutched at the chair. She grinned and picked up the pace. He wouldn’t last long under her assault. As Kat lapped at his length like a cat licking a delicious meal, he plunged his fingers into her hair. His hips started to move, fucking the hot, slick, wet depths in her mouth. Whether he wanted to or not, he was going to spew like a boy during a wet dream, out of control. He writhed, tortured by the unwavering cadence of her lips, tongue and hands. When her fingers caressed his balls with featherlight pressure, he thought the top of his head
would come off. He couldn’t get his breath. He opened his eyes and saw her gazing at him with slumberous eyes. Normally he hated losing control, but with her testing his restraint, he knew all bets were off. His darlin’ liked meting out punishment, by God. On the receiving end of her unrelenting strokes and hot sucking, he fell into a heaven he never wanted to leave.

  Yeah, he was a fucking dead man.

  When her pace turned fast, her hand and mouth working in tandem, he lost it completely. “Damn it, Kat. Oh, shit, yes. I’m going to—”

  He growled low in his throat as his hips thrust upward, further into her mouth. Boone writhed as pleasure rocked him, ripping through his body. Again and again his hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed and lapped and the wet heat of her lips and tongue soothed as much as they drew blasts of cum from deep inside him. She released him and sat back on her heels, looking totally pleased with herself.

  “Enjoy that?” she asked innocently.

  Boone managed to pant a few words. “You are…beautiful…fantastic…incredible.” His heart banged furiously in his chest. “But now it’s your turn to get punished.”

  Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.”

  “Yes.”

  She giggled, and he liked the silly sound as it came from her lips. He reached for her, but she darted to her feet and backed away. He slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, yanked the stupid red felt pants off his legs, and stood.

  Kat’s coy smile said whatever retribution he gave out, she wouldn’t make it easy for him to apply it. “Come here, sweetheart. We have some talking to do.”

  Cautiously, she stepped forward until his arms came around her, and he kissed her.

  Every kiss Kat had experienced over the years paled in comparison to his drugging, incredible taste that sent waves of arousal straight to her womb. Her breasts tingled, aching for him to touch them. Watching Boone lose total control as she gave him fellatio had excited her more than she thought it would.