A Red Hot Christmas Paris

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Sing a new tune, Barrella, and stop fannying around. Finger yourself, the way you wish I was doing right now,’ I demanded, squeezing my fingers tighter around my girth as I reached down with my other hand to fondle my balls, which were tensing and aching already. I dropped my head back onto the cool leather of the cushioned armchair, watching as she parted her swollen wet lips and slipped her long fingers inside herself as her thumb rubbed her clit. ‘Jesus, amazing fucking view, baby,’ I rasped, as my hand started to move faster, my hips flexing in synchronicity.

  ‘Hmmmm,’ she moaned sexily, her eyes fixed firmly on mine as she rode her hand. ‘Donovan Tower beats the Eiffel Tower any day.’

  ‘Plus you get to ride it, up and down, multiple times for free.’

  ‘God, I hope so. I hate how desperate I get to have you inside me.’

  ‘The feeling’s mutual, Coco. Holy shit, do you have any idea what seeing you touching yourself does to me?’ I groaned.

  ‘Pretty much … what watching you … does to me,’ she panted, her hips writhing as she bucked against her hand. I could hear how wet she was from here and couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs and feast on her. Feel her thighs tightening around my ears as she quaked and swallow her down as she coated my mouth in her juices. I gritted my teeth as I forced myself not to come. Coco’s legs were trembling and her panting had picked up speed, her top lashes dropping to fan her cheeks as she fought her own need to come.

  ‘Let go, baby. I need to see it, then I need you to come and swallow me whole.’

  Her jaw juddered as she held my heated gaze. Part of me wanted to stride over there and slam my cock inside her right now, but I was too far gone to maintain any semblance of control. When I fucked my woman, I fucked. “Wham bam, thank you ma’am” wasn’t in my repertoire. I was better off coming in her mouth first, getting that urge to release out of the way, then I could focus on her and rock her world with the lengthy fuck she deserved, and that I’d enjoy even more.

  ‘Hunter,’ she mewled, beyond the point of no return, ‘you make me … so … damn … wet.’

  ‘I need to test that claim for myself,’ I growled. Christ, I needed to come, so badly. I licked my lips at the thought of tasting her and squeezed the head of my cock, my chest heaving as she came. Her whole body shook as she repeated my name over and over in a high-pitched tone. ‘Baby,’ I managed to grate out, not sure how much longer I could hold back.

  She righted herself and staggered over, almost drunk on her high, then sank to her knees in front of me and offered me her soaked fingers to suck as she lowered her head, her eyes fixed on mine as she engulfed me.

  Damn it. I barely had a second to enjoy it before a white light blinded me as I came.

  Coco

  I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm. I loved giving Hunter head, but I’d barely had any time to enjoy the masculine taste of him, to revel in the fact that this was one of the few times I held the power in our relationship. I’d never admit it to him, but I loved that he was all alpha male and in control, that he dictated the rules and I followed. We may not be in a BDSM relationship, but I was convinced I was a natural submissive where this gorgeous man was concerned. I loved to push his buttons sometimes, though, make out that I wasn’t as desperate for him as I was. He was tiptoeing the border of sexually confident. Any more encouragement and he’d be stepping into cocky, arrogant, arsehole territory, just how he’d been when I’d first met him. His blue eyes finally graced me with their presence as he opened them, a contented and sated look on his face as he pulled me up to straddle his lap. I ran one hand through his hair as we just smiled at each other, then I dipped my head to kiss him softly.

  I was so in love with him. Hidden under his façade was one of the most generous-hearted men I’d ever met. I just wished I could say the actual words “I love you” to him without seeing a look of pain on his handsome face. Sometimes I forgot, sometimes I said them in my native tongue instead of in Italian like we’d agreed, to try and lessen the blow, and he visibly recoiled. He’d given me more than he’d given anybody since her, but it still wasn’t enough. I craved everything from him. My greatest fear was that I’d push him away by becoming whiney and needy about my desperate need to have a baby. But my biological clock was ticking, my condition making the declining seconds treble their speedy countdown. How long could I afford to wait? What if it came to a decision between a child or Hunter? I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder, imagining it was the last kiss we’d ever have, trying to let him know how strongly I felt, that I had no intention of letting him down like the other women in his life had. I hoped he wouldn’t make me. It would break my heart to hurt him.

  Immediately, one of his strong arms banded around my waist, his other hand snaking up my back to grasp the nape of my neck as he responded to my kiss with vigour. Jesus, he’d only just come and his cock was twitching again. He was Mr. Stamina. He was Mr. … Everything! His tongue worked mine with skill and precision, sweeping, plunging, coaxing, teasing. When he realised I wasn’t going to break our lip lock, he released my neck and pushed his hand between our bodies, easily inserting two fingers inside me as he worked my wet clit with his thumb. My hands moved to frame his face as I started to rise and fall on his hand, as skilled as any rodeo cowboy on a bucking steed. We’d done this a hundred times, a thousand times maybe, and I still couldn’t get enough of him. I wondered if I ever would.

  ‘Hunter!’ My cry pierced the quiet of the vast lounge as I tore my lips from his to gasp, the only other sound the crackle of the fire behind us.

  ‘Christ, Coco, what fucking power do you have over me? I’m hard again.’

  ‘Me? It’s you, you hold all the power, you always have.’ I slid one hand down to palm his firm chest, reaching behind me with the other to grasp his knee as he fucked me hard and fast with two of his fingers inside me. He dipped his head forward, tonguing one of my sensitive nipples, before sucking it into his mouth and clamping his teeth down on it. ‘Shit!’

  That was it, that was all it took to make me come again, his fingers and mouth and a few glances at his face and physique. He’d ruined me for life. I’d never find someone like Hunter again. Despite my initial resistance to his advances, I knew I’d hit the jackpot. He was the one.

  ‘Jesus, baby, those muscles of yours are so tight, you almost broke my fingers,’ he laughed, extracting them with an audible pop as I forced a smile, still giddy and blissed out. He put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it clean, then offered me his index finger to do the same, as I tried to force myself to come down. He wasn’t done with me yet, and I wasn’t done with him, no matter how hard I’d just come. He kissed both of my breasts, squashing them together as he moved from one to the other, then repeated, before he threw himself back in the armchair. ‘Come on then, shuffle up and pull that string aside. I want you to ride my face, I want to drown in you, baby,’ he ordered gruffly.

  ‘What about the Donovan position?’ I asked, quickly checking that no one had entered the lounge. I had to admit, though, that the thought of being caught was exhilarating.

  ‘I don’t go back on my word, Coco. I intend to fuck hard, but I’m actually thinking that you naked up against that panoramic window would make a nice change from the wall.’

  ‘I’ll take you wherever I can get you, Hunter,’ I responded sincerely.

  ‘Ditto, baby,’ he grinned.

  I grasped the back of the armchair, my knees on each of the leather arms, as Hunter grabbed my backside and pulled me onto his mouth. I glanced down, catching my breath to see his startlingly beautiful blue eyes looking up over the swell of my stomach as his skilled tongue started to lave my clit. ‘I love you,’ I whispered under my breath, my eyes filling with tears of emotion as he started to build me up again, my thighs blocking the words from reaching his ears. But it wasn’t really his ears I wanted them to reach, it was his heart, and I wanted it to accept them readily. I felt so selfish for wanting something mo
re, when he’d already given me so much more than I’d ever expected. But I needed it. I needed some kind of sign that we were more than just this incredibly hot and mind-blowing sex.

  Joyeux Noël

  Lulu

  Lunchtime - Christmas Eve

  ‘OH MY GOD, I’M dead on my feet,’ I groaned, as Coco and I headed up in the lift after a last-minute shopping spree on the Champs-Élysées. We’d left Luc and Hunter about four hours earlier, discussing finances over a few of their favourite tipples by a roaring fire, which I couldn’t wait to warm up in front of. It was so cold outside.

  ‘Me too, I’m having flashbacks to the weekend you met Luc here, when we went out shopping hungover, and you were hobbling from that blister.’

  ‘Can you imagine how different things might have been if I’d not been such a coward and fled from him the morning after?’

  ‘I don’t know, I think sometimes things happen for a reason. It wasn’t your time back then. Maybe you had to go through those years apart for it to be perfect now,’ Coco suggested.

  ‘It is pretty perfect, isn’t it?’ I beamed. I’d despaired of ever finding someone to love, who’d love me just as fiercely in return. Right now, even the years spent pining for Luc when we were apart were worth it for the short time we’d been back together.

  ‘Unlike Hunter and I,’ she replied, pulling a slight face. ‘I wonder if we’ll ever have a “normal” relationship,’ she sighed, air quoting with her fingers.

  ‘And what is a normal relationship, Coco? Who’s to say that what you and Hunter have isn’t normal? Maybe there are loads of couples out there that wish they had what you have, that spark and intense fire and passion for each other. Even when you bicker, it’s obvious to everyone around you that you’d do anything for each other. Well, almost anything,’ I added, knowing I was about to get an arched brow and stern glare at the reminder that he hadn’t given her a few of the things she wanted so badly. ‘You might not be the “perfectly normal” couple, but you’re perfect for each other.’

  ‘I just worry that if his main focus is sex, that he’ll tire of me, Lulu. Just like he did with all those women before me,’ she said quietly as the lift came to a gentle standstill at the penthouse.

  ‘Whatever language he says it in, or doesn’t say it in, Coco, he loves you. Fiercely. If he still wanted casual sex with stick-figure blondes that he discarded quicker than a dog turd in a poop bag, he’d be out there doing just that. He’s not. He gave up that lifestyle for you.’ I flashed her a reassuring smile as we both bent down to rescue our shopping bags from the floor.

  ‘I know he’s given me everything he’s capable of right now, and I should be happy about that, I am happy about that. I’d rather have what we have than not have him at all, but I just wish … I wish I could heal him completely, make him see how much happier he could be if he just trusted me with his heart completely.’

  ‘It will come, just be patient,’ I stated confidently as we headed through the lobby.

  ‘How can you be so sure?’

  ‘Because you’re amazing, Coco Barrella. That’s why he chose you to change for. The rest will come in time.’

  ‘Thank you,’ she whispered, flashing me a grateful smile as the double doors to the lounge automatically opened for us. I froze the second we walked in, the tension radiating off Luc as he paced back and forth with his phone to his ear almost slamming me to the floor. He had a serious and troubled look on his face, which only added to my concern.

  ‘What is it? What’s wrong?’ I cried, my shopping bags slipping from my fingers as the worst-case scenario a mother could imagine battered my senses. Hunter shot up from his seat and strode over to hold my upper arms as he forced me to focus on him and let Luc continue his conversation.

  ‘Everything’s fine, Lulu, there’s just been a complication with the flight this afternoon. The plane has developed a fault and won’t be able to take off until a new part for it arrives.’

  ‘The children are ok?’ I shot back, needing that reassurance before I allowed anything else to sink in.

  ‘They’re fine, I promise. Luc spoke to Claire and your parents to discuss the situation this morning before he did anything else, as it seems we’re stuck here for a few more days.’

  ‘What?’ My heart plummeted again and I looked over Hunter’s shoulder at Luc, who seemed oblivious to my pain as he carried on talking.

  ‘It’s looking unlikely that we’ll get the part delivered now until after Christmas, even with the financial bribes that Luc’s offered the company to make it happen sooner. He knows how important getting back to the children is to you, Lulu. He’s been on the phone for hours trying to get this sorted.’

  ‘I promised Tristan, I promised him I’d be home this afternoon.’ I blinked back some tears. I’d never spent Christmas Eve, let alone Christmas Day, without my little boy. And this was Lottie’s first Christmas. I felt completely heartbroken. I shook my head in disbelief as Coco rubbed her hand up and down my back.

  ‘What about a scheduled flight? Could we just book some seats now?’ she asked.

  ‘Trust me, that was the first thing I tried while Luc called home,’ Hunter replied. ‘All flights are fully booked with everyone wanting to get home for Christmas. The French have a rail strike, so we can’t get back that way, and we even struck out on hiring a car, let alone a driver, to take us to the ferry port,’ he added, as I tried to take deep breaths before I had a full-blown panic attack.

  ‘Oh God,’ I moaned, covering my face with my hands.

  ‘What about the Havershams’ plane, can we get it to come and pick us up?’ I heard Coco suggest. ‘We could be back in London in less than three hours.’

  ‘Mr. Haversham’s used it to head to New York for Christmas,’ Hunter replied. ‘Trust me, we exhausted every avenue of getting us out of here. Right, I think you’d better come and have a seat until Luc’s off the phone and he can tell you–’

  ‘There has to be another way of getting us back, Hunter. You have no idea how important a promise to a child is. It will kill Lulu to be apart from Tristan, and Lottie, tomorrow of all days. Lulu, you have connections. Who else do you know with a private plane?’

  ‘Coco, if you’d just let me fini–’

  ‘Hunter! Sssshhhh! If you don’t have any other suggestions to make, then you’re not helping,’ Coco warned forcefully as I dropped my hands to find her giving him her full-on glare. ‘There’s nothing stronger than the bond between a mother and her child, so we need to get this sorted and now, or it will break Lulu’s heart.’

  ‘Don’t start on me, Coco, this isn’t my fault,’ Hunter snapped back, a sudden flare of out-of-character rage simmering in his eyes as he put his hands on his hips. ‘And you have no idea what you’re talking about. Not all mothers make great ones, you know. Some wouldn’t give a shit about not seeing their child at Christmas, so don’t talk to me about motherly bonds!’

  Ok, what the hell was happening right now? I wondered. I’d been shopping and blissfully happy less than half an hour ago, now everything had suddenly gone to hell and Coco and Hunter were on the verge of one of their blowouts, which meant inevitable door slams and sulking, on both parts.

  ‘Stop, stop,’ I cried, as Coco opened her mouth to shoot something back at him. ‘I don’t need the two of you fighting right now, I’m stressed enough as it is. Someone get me a phone! I can ring Logan and Summer. If they’re in the UK for Christmas, their plane will be there, and if they’re not, I’m sure his friends, the Davenports, have a number of planes based in London.’

  ‘Will the two of you just shut up for one God damned moment and let me talk?’ Hunter yelled.

  ‘Don’t speak to my friend like that, arsehole! She’s stressed and upset,’ shouted Coco, shoving his shoulder.

  ‘What the hell is going on?’ roared Luc as he marched over, tossing the phone onto the sofa as he quickly ate up the distance between us. I burst into tears moments before he gathered me into his arms. Th
is was too much. I wasn’t going to see my children for Christmas and I hated seeing Coco and Hunter arguing.

  ‘I’ve got to get home, Luc, I’ve just got to. I can’t be without them.’

  ‘You won’t be,’ Luc replied, sounding puzzled. ‘Didn’t you tell them, Hunter?’

  ‘Tell us what?’ I sniffed, lifting my head from Luc’s chest and wiping away my tears.

  ‘I was trying, but everyone kept talking over me,’ Hunter huffed, folding his arms over his chest and shooting Coco a glare.

  ‘Trying to tell us what? What’s going on? For God’s sake, someone tell us. I’m on the verge of tears and they aren’t even my kids!’ Coco snapped.

  ‘Luc?’ I uttered, looking up into his deep brown eyes, stunned to find a hint of amusement in them.

  ‘If Mohammed can’t go to the mountain …’ He smiled mysteriously and tipped his chin back towards the doors out to the foyer, where all of a sudden there was a loud racket of voices and laughter, not to mention a squeal of excitement.

  ‘Lottie?’ I gasped. I’d know my little girl’s cry anywhere. My heart started pounding, the excitement at the thought of being reunited with her and Tristan after such a scare racing through my veins.

  ‘If you’d have let me finish the story, I was about to tell you that Luc was arguing with Patrice about keeping the Signature suite for us all until after New Year’s Eve, and doing us a traditional Christmas lunch tomorrow, as everyone was about to arrive,’ Hunter said. ‘Dom managed to commandeer his model agency’s plane, so instead of us going back home, Dom, Calvin, Mr. and Mrs. McQueen, Tristan, and Lottie have flown here for a Christmas break instead.’

  ‘Next time, lead with the good news, dumbass,’ Coco muttered, thumping his shoulder as the doors swung open to reveal my family en-mass, Tristan taking the lead as he charged in and barrelled into my legs. I immediately burst into happy tears, the biggest weight being lifted off my shoulders.