Mr. Santa
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“She can’t know. Don’t tell her.” His eyes flashed to me in warning.
“I won’t. If,” I added. “You let me kiss this mole.” I pointed at the small mole on the side of his nose. “It’s been driving me crazy for years.”
He gave me a look like, you’re kidding me. “Noelle.”
I leaned forward and kissed the mole, holding his gaze. “One kiss of your lips?”
“One,” he relented after he probably figured out I wasn’t going to stop if he didn’t.
I pressed my lips to his. I didn’t move mine, and he didn’t move his. Our eyes held the other. “One kiss to your beard.”
“My beard?”
I nodded, moving my lips to his neck and kissing over his course beard. It made my toes curl on the couch. His hand twitched in mine. “You’re eating my pussy with this beard.”
He hummed appreciatively. “I had no idea you were such a bad girl.”
I kissed lower, finding his pulse. I sucked on it, feeling its thrumming heat. “I’m bad, Micha.” I moved to straddle him. “Kiss me, please. Only a kiss? We don’t have to do anything else.”
“We shouldn’t.” But his hands settled on my ass, gripping handfuls through my tight jeans. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.”
“Like what?” I teased his lips, dragging mine over them softly.
He paused. “Turned on. Alive. Human. Like a man. Like I felt before I went to war.” The light burning in his eyes started to fade.
“No,” I begged, and kissed him. I kissed him softly, drawing the light back. “Squeeze my ass.” When he tried to pull his lips free, I grabbed his face. “Squeeze my ass, Mr. Santa. Hard. Or I’ll show you how subservient I can make a man feel.”
He glared, grabbing painful handfuls and digging his nails into my flesh. “Like that?”
I hissed, rocking my hips back and forth over his lap. The pain was like pain, it hurt. But the spark of light was back in his eyes, and the pain also felt kind of good. “Just like that. I want to make you feel alive. The only time I ever do is when you’re in the room.” I hid behind my lashes, watching a flare of something ignite in his eyes. “You’re allowed to feel good. To get turned on, to be human. To be a man.” I pressed my lips to his, twisting his tongue with mine until his hands were digging into my ass on their own.
His cock grew between us, pressing into my jeans through his sweats. His tongue matched my own, caressing me with long hot strokes. He was as amazing a kisser as I fantasized about. I threw myself into it, matching his hunger, his intensity. It felt like my soul was breathing being wanted by him.
His beard scraped enticingly against my skin, and the smell of his body, like warmth, wood, and spice, made me high.
Without warning, his hands moved under my sweater and lifted it over my head, pausing our kiss long enough to get it off. While breathing heavily, he looked down at my hard nipples through my white shirt. They were so wanting.
I lifted my shirt off. He inhaled sharply, gazing at my tits the way I always wanted him to. In wonder, lost, and badness. I was heavy, plump, my pink nipples almost throbbing in need. When he licked his lips, I almost came.
“You want to taste, Daddy Santa?”
A dark groan emanated from him. “Yes,” he whispered, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Tell me what you want a taste of.” I touched myself, cupping my aching breasts. “These?” His nod was almost mechanical. I fondled myself, on the cusp of an orgasm and he was still dressed. I pinched each nipple, moaning as I looked into his eyes. I took his head and lowered him down on them. His lips immediately latched on, pulling my hard excited nipple into his mouth.
“Micha,” I moaned, so high on my fantasy coming to life I couldn’t think. I forgot all my worries. It was only me, Micha, and I was going to make sure he loved me before we left this cabin. “I love it when my nipples get sucked. Harder.”
He followed my orders, sucking me deeply into his mouth. I felt a flood of liquid escape me and my pussy tightened, sending me into an unexpected orgasm as he bit down hard on my nipple. I gasped as I came, my lids lowering in submission to my lust.
I could feel him move to the other side, biting me so hard I came even harder. My fingers gripped thick handfuls of his hair as his beard tickled my stomach. I was senseless.
Gone.
And Mr. Santa was going to be my present.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered, meeting his eyes, my voice uncharacteristically husky. “Can I give you a present?”
He didn’t even look like him anymore. He was deep breaths and growls, a beast let loose on his beauty. He reached down unthinkingly to touch himself, stroking his thick hard shaft through his sweats as I sat on his lap topless.
“Can I put your cock in my mouth, Daddy Santa?” I slipped down his lap to my knees. He didn’t react. He simply stared, dark eyes gleaming sinfully and beautifully with his want. “Answer me.” I knocked his hand away and yanked on his waist, pulling his sweats down enough to free his cock. It sprang loose, as long and thick as I imagined. The tip of his cock was shiny with precum and he had veins straining under the weight of his hardness. I wanted to follow his veins with my tongue. “Can I taste your cock?”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing right now? I’m alive right now, Noelle. If this ends I won’t be. You can still run. You can still protect yourself. If you do this, I have a feeling you’re going to be the last thing I ever want to lose.”
He wasn’t making sense. My thoughts were lusty and clouded. “Answer me,” I demanded, grabbing hold of him.
He hissed, trying to lift out of his seat. But in seconds, he succumbed. “Yes, Noelle. You can put my cock in your mouth.”
“Do you want it?” I stroked him from his tip down to his swollen balls. They were so hairy I wanted to put them in my mouth as I fingered my pussy. I was never coming back from this.
He reached down and touched my lips. “Open.” My lips parted. He inserted his fingers, fondling my tongue. “The sight of you on your knees, beautiful pale tits swollen, lips shiny, eyes bright, is not one I’m ever going to be able to forget.” He pushed his fingers all the way into my throat, making me gag. “More,” he ordered. “Something tells me you’ve never swallowed a cock this big.”
His order sent real live fire over me. I deepthroated his fingers. There was only him. I let his fingers pull free of my mouth, unable to take it another second. I shoved his dick into my mouth and took him inside as deeply as I could while he lost himself on the porch sofa. He tasted like musk and salt, like the highest priced delicacy. Nothing would ever taste this sweet to me.
I reached down to massage his balls, hugging them in my palm as I pulled back and sucked on his head, feeling a squirt of precum fill my mouth. I was wrong. That was the sweetest taste. I wanted more. I used my free hand to stroke his cock while I played with his balls and sucked on his tip, making sure to show him everything I was feeling when I met his gorgeous eyes.
“I’m going to cum—” I know, I thought, drunk and high and never coming down. “—on your tits.”
I’d waited forever to taste his cum, and he wanted to waste it on my tits? He didn’t seem to be getting anything he wanted. So, I pulled out and let him take over, leaning back so my tits were his. Every part of me was his. The sight of him stroking his slick cock made my pussy ache desperately for it. He half-moaned, cutting it off with a growl as a stream of semen shot out of his cock and landed perfectly across my chest. He closed his eyes and shouted a string of curse words as he continued to pelt me with his warm cum.
When he was done, I didn’t move, staring down at my tits in wonder.
“You’re mine now, you know that right, Micha?”
He nodded drunkenly, eyelids practically closed. His coal-colored eyes shimmered with his filthiness, his understanding, his submission.
“Right now, I don’t want to be anyone else’s, Noelle.”
Chapter Five
Noelle
The hot water of the shower washed his cum off my tits.
I felt lethargic, hungover, but there weren’t any lasting effects of the drink I consumed. I dressed unthinkingly in a pair of his sweats I grabbed from the bag on his floor. My jeans were ruined. I still ached, but the amount of lust I’d expended today had left me drained.
I fell to my knees near his bag and searched through his things for a warm shirt. Finding a black thermal, I slipped it on, and then spied his bed. I couldn’t keep my eyes opened. My body wanted rest. I found myself beneath his sheets before dozing off.
When I roused, the sun had set. I heard the shower in his bathroom going. I didn’t know what to do. My lust had ebbed enough for me to think. And memories of me on my knees swallowing his cock as snow fell outside the cabin were at the forefront. I was still achy.
Wanting.
I knew in my heart I’d never get enough of Micha Santa. If I could spend every day with him the way we spent the afternoon, I might actually experience true happiness for once.
A clearing throat tore me from my hoping. Micha stood there, a towel wrapped around his waist in the dark. His pale chest and abs excited a body who didn’t know she could be excited again.
His body was long, lean hard muscle. I drug my eyes over every wet hot inch. His V bones were deep and prominent, making me exhale. I found myself on the end of his bed, on my knees again before I knew it. “Come here,” I ordered.
He raised a brow at me, water dripping from his hair. “We talked about this. I’m not your little bitch, Noelle. You come here. Right here.” He pointed at the ground.
It was my turn to raise a brow. “I got on my knees for you, because I wanted to. Right now, I don’t. I want you to come to me. So do it,” I demanded with a threatening calm.
He disobeyed me. He dropped his towel and went over to his bag, showing me his tight globe-like ass.
I reached over and smacked it.
He jumped up and grunted, glaring so profusely I had a hard time maintaining contact. “Did you just fucking spank my ass?”
“No, Rudolph did. He wanted to use his red nose too, but I thought that might freak you out without any warning.”
He was on me before I could react. He pushed me down and managed to flip me over. He yanked my sweats down and spanked my ass so hard and so fast I could only shout out in surprise.
“Micha!”
He spanked me again, this time harder. “You’re not the boss here, Noelle. I know all the other pricks you’ve hooked up with let you have the control, but I’m not doing it.” He grabbed a tight handful of my ass. “If you do anything like that again I won’t stop at two spanks, do you hear me, my bad little Noelle? I’ll leave a handprint so red you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.” One more spank landed on my ass, and then he was gone.
I pulled my pants up and rolled over, fuming at his naked body. “Are you out of your mind? I’m not thirteen anymore, you can’t tell me what to do.”
“Like you ever listened,” he scoffed, jumping into a pair of red and white flannel pajamas. He followed them with a white shirt. “Let’s go try and find some food. I’m starving.”
I rubbed my sore ass and followed him out. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
“Into what? Making sure my woman knows who’s boss?” He smirked over his shoulder. “Me either.”
His woman? I made a hacking sound and rolled my eyes. “I am not your woman, Micha Santa. I’m in love with you, not your pet. Move.” I shoved him out of the way and opened the fridge, finding it empty. The power was off. I kept forgetting. “What were you going to do, starve?”
He searched through the cupboards. “Something tells me you wouldn’t take well to your leash anyway.” When I glared, he smirked, pulling down a can of soup. “I never realized how damn hot your eyes are. They’re complicated. Like you,” he added, his teasing glint fading. “What color are they, anyway? Blue, green, or brown?”
“All three. You never noticed me, at all?” I sound desperate suddenly. “You didn’t look at me once?”
“No,” he said, not softening the blow. “You were a child. I would never cross that line. You were alone and heartbroken. I only wanted to help. That’s it.”
I wasn’t upset by his response. I expected it and accepted it. “I was heartbroken,” I admitted, having a sudden intense blow of sadness. “If it weren’t for you and Autumn, who knows what would have happened to me. Oh my gosh,” I whispered, the horror of my actions finally taking root. “I hooked up with her husband. She took care of me. Never asked for a dime. She was a better mom to me than my own ever was.” Tears stung my eyes. Disgust was the only thing I felt. “Micha,” I whispered, nauseous. I ran to the sink and gagged, the only thing coming up was water that smelled like peppermint. “She’ll hate me.”
He gathered my hair and held it back. “Oh, Noelle.” He sighed heavily. “Autumn’s not going to hate you. She’ll be too busy hating me.”
That made me cry. “You don’t deserve to be hated.”
He snorted softly. “Yes, I do. You don’t understand. You’ve never been married,” he argued when I pulled back to give him an unhappy look. “What if I pushed you away right now?” he grabbed my shoulder tops and pushed, putting distance between us.
I hated it. “Stop.” I tried to come to him.
But he fended me off. “What if I refused to hug you, comfort you, console you when you needed it most from me?” He pushed me away again.
I felt my chest tighten. “Don’t.”
“What if I shut you out when all you wanted was for me to let you in?” He did it again, making the distance between us so huge I felt my heart threaten to turn its back on him in pain.
But I wouldn’t let it. I’d find a way to blow up the distance. I ran at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. His scent wrapped around me as his arms did. “I’d never let you. I’d make it so you came to me every single time you hurt.”
He sighed sadly into my hair. “Why me, Noe? What about me would make you do that? You’d never do that to your father, or your mother. You’d never bridge that gap.”
I closed my eyes sadly. “Did you know I was starving when you took me in? My dad hadn’t come back home. I hadn’t eaten in days. I had no money for lunch and I didn’t want to ask the other kids for food. So, I just tried to forget, getting hungrier, emptier. Until Winter invited me over for dinner. She told me later she could hear my stomach growling, but at the time she told me her dad was making his famous barbecued ribs.” I pulled back to meet his knowing eyes. “You made me a plate and smiled at me, filling my empty belly and my empty heart that day. That’s why you, Micha. That’s why it’s always you.”
His eyes filled with tears. “I remember that day. We already knew about you. Winter told us about her ‘pretty friend at school whose daddy didn’t come home anymore.’ I told her to bring you over for dinner. Autumn and I only wanted to meet you. We’d figure it out later. But one look at you and I knew we had to take you in. You were tough, strong—I knew that. But you were still a child, and I couldn’t stand the pain in your eyes.” He moved to cup my tear soaked face softly. “You ate three plates,” he whispered, smiling down at me. “And you wiped your mouth off on the tablecloth when you thought we weren’t looking.”
I laughed through my tears. “Sorry.”
He shook his head, leaning down. “No, baby. I’m sorry.” He kissed me softly, the kind of kiss that meant so much more than lust and desire. It was beautiful and comforting, two things I rarely felt. “You really love me? Me?”
I nodded, my eyes open, my heart harboring no more lies. “I love you.”
He swallowed hard, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You think you could let me have some time to figure this out?” He kissed me again, turning my bones to mush, pliant wanting mush.
“I can try.” I ran my hands over his back. “But you have to make me cum while you are.”
I moaned on his lips, falling even harder for him. “You’re gorgeous. Don’t be ridiculous. Not a day over thirty-two.” I grinned against his scowl, giving him a long deep kiss before letting him go. “You can have your time.” Even though I wondered once he had the time, whether his mind may still not change. If his mind didn’t change, my heart never would. I’d be left here, with the forbidden apple juice all over my tits. “But we need to get the bag Winter packed for us. I think she knew the storm was coming. She just didn’t know I’d leave my crap in my car.”
He continued to gaze at me, his eyes somehow heavier than they were before I got on my knees for him. I wondered what would happen when he got on his knees for me. He would. I’d see to it. The push and pull of power was as heady as watching his hot stream of cum drip from my nipples.
“Are you turned on again too?” he rumbled, coming for me.
Denying him at this point would only be a pitiful attempt to gain back power I’d willingly handed over. Power I didn’t want unless it was the power to say: “Yes, Mr. Santa, I will be your bad little Noelle.”
He patted the counter top. “Take your pants off and get up here.” His guttural order sent a rush of heat through me. “Now, Noelle. I’m not asking you again.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m addicted to you, Mr. Santa. I could taste every inch of your body every day and it wouldn’t be enough. I can do this all day. So if I follow your orders, that means you’re willing to follow mine. We’re doing this, non-stop, until I’ve had you in every room of this cabin.”
A pleasurable hum rumbled in his throat. “I’m empty, Noelle. I haven’t felt anything good for years. Until,” he added, eyes shining, “you wrapped me in your arms this morning. Shit, this is happening so fast.” He pounced on me, grabbing me by my waist as I yelped, and hoisted me up. He set me on the counter. “Pants off.”