Akira Tong for Christmas

by Azure Boone

  “Business tomorrow, relaxation now,” the father grumbled. “Nobu, my robe. I wish to return to my room. Miss Shelby, thank you for your help to my son and company.” I shot a backward glance at him as I picked up my bag. “My pleasure, Mr. Tong. Good night. Very nice to meet you, Kat. Good night, Akira.”

  Akira stood, black fitted boxers clinging to his sculpted body. Pulsing panties, the man was sexy. “I am ready for bed,” he mumbled before bowing to Kat. “Forgive me, Kat, for my rudeness.” He bowed again, then stepped out of the water, grabbed one of the white terry-cloth robes on the line of pegs, and Nobu did the same.

  I turned to leave as Miss Universe got out too, sashaying her way to the wall for her wrap. I could practically feel Nobu hot on my heels.

  “Nobu,” Akira called as I exited the suite. I didn’t turn or wait. “I need to talk to you.”

  “Can’t it wait?”

  “No, it can’t.” Akira’s tone sounded threatening.

  I turned to Nobu. “I’ll be fine. Thank you so much. I’ll see you later tomorrow, I’m sure.” He gazed lustily at me. “Yes, later.”

  When I rounded the corner to our suite, I practically ran for it. As soon as I entered the sanctuary of my room, I tossed the bag, hurried to the bathroom and showered. The thought of being in the water with another naked man—no, men. Ugh, God! No telling what kinds of diseases Nobu had. And his father. I hated to even think such a thing about the man, but Akira didn’t exactly paint him in the best light. A man who gets what he wants, when he wants. Not to mention Kat. I needed to return that bathing suit before I gave into the temptation to burn it.

  After my shower, I put on jeans and a T-shirt and crept into the living room to wait for Akira. Only he was already there with his brother and Kat, his mood blacker than ever. Might’ve had something to do with Kat hanging out of her halter top while leeched to him. Before I could sneak out, Nobu spotted me.

  “Ahh, there’s our priceless treasure.”

  “Oh, hi. Sorry, was just coming in to… I’ll just let you guys visit.”

  “No, no, no,” Nobu protested. “Come here, right now.”

  He patted the spot next to him on the white leather couch, and I took the matching chair across from it.

  “How about some music?” Kat got up and shook her ass all the way to the stereo. She wore a short, white, flimsy skirt and a matching short halter top that showed off her entire muscled midsection. She clearly wore no bra. It appeared that two softballs had been glued to her chest, huge, hard nipples protruding through the T-shirt material.

  Nobu angled his head and made a painful grimace, watching her swinging ass as she put on a song.

  My jaw dropped—you could see her ass cheeks! And a puff of white between her legs. What. A. Whore.

  “Damn, Akira. It isn’t fair,” Nobu said.

  Akira stared at me, his eyes dropping to my chest, making my pulse race. “Since when does betrothal stop you, brother? Don’t start being a saint now.”

  Nobu chuckled. “If I didn’t know better…” He looked from me to Akira. “I’d say you were having fun here before I came along.”

  Oh crap. Oh crap, oh crap.

  But really, Akira was having fun before he was given to another woman without his permission. That wasn’t fair.

  Kat climbed on the coffee table and began dancing. And stripping! Akira sat there, appearing trapped and furious. Something was going on, more than Akira let on. Like water that was supposed to be under the bridge returned to flood the room in a tidal wave. Akira shot up like a drowning man and went to stand at the window while the slut continued stripping and dancing, and Nobu clapped and laughed. “I don’t think Akira likes sharing you, Kat.”

  She giggled. “He never did.” She wiggled her way out of her panties, top gone.

  Akira’s words echoed in my mind. Since when does betrothal stop you, brother? Oh no. This was a repeat? Was there more history between Akira and this girl than he let on?

  Kat stepped off the table and walked up to Akira, dancing next to him. Fury took over. I stood.

  “Akira.”

  He turned to me, and the pain in his eyes stole my breath. She’d hurt him before. And his brother.

  The two of them, slutting before him. He was trapped in an engagement to a…woman he clearly couldn’t stand. Trapped to marry her. Oh, and she knew it.

  But she was wrong. “Come here,” I said to Akira.

  Kat turned and glared at me, but I didn’t let my eyes veer from Akira’s. He didn’t move, but it seemed like he wanted to. Again, stuck, trapped in another time, another culture.

  Well, this was America. This was now. I marched over and stood before him. I took his face between my hands. “I love you,” I whispered. Then kissed him.

  Kat gasped and spoke hard Japanese words. Akira gave a sharp exhale as I pushed his lips open and kissed him deeper, moaning.

  Nobu laughed. “I knew it.” His claps followed. “Father is going to love this.” At those words, Akira grabbed my face and kissed me back, bringing more shocked blubbering from Kat. Lost to passion, he pulled my leg up and ravished my mouth, then lifted me so that I straddled his waist. Our desire officially raged out of control, and I held his face and devoured his mouth, hardly noticing we were moving. I realized he’d made his way to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut, and I heard it lock, his moans loud and hungry the entire way.

  He let me down, and we both struggled to remove each other’s clothes, breathing heavy. I was naked first, and I helped him with his tight black briefs. I jerked them down and dropped to my knees, taking his hard length into my mouth. He roared as I sucked him deep, licking his salty tip every time I pulled up. I jacked him off while gently sucking his tight balls. “Lay on the bed,” I said, my voice shaky.

  He obliged, his long, tan legs slightly open and ready for me. I straddled him so that my pussy was at his mouth, his cock at my lips. He growled and latched hard fingers around my upper thighs and pulled my ass down to his face. I cried out when his tongue plunged deep inside me, loving the sensation of his nose pressed against me. I promptly devoured his cock as I wiggled and pumped my hips.

  Akira’s wet finger probed into my ass. I gave a desperate grunt with his cock deep in my mouth. His hips bucked as his tongue circled my clit, making my pussy clench the other finger he used to fuck me noisily.

  I stroked between his legs, filling my hand with his balls, lightly scraping the tight skin, making sure to tend the space just before his ass. His breath came harsh, and he nipped the junction at my butt and leg.

  Okay, the end, I needed to fuck him. I turned and straddled his hips. His lips were wet and parted.

  “Yes, fuck me, Sarah.” He grabbed my waist, helping.

  I lifted up and plunged down onto his cock.

  His head went back, and the veins in his neck stood out. The sight made me crazy with need to bring his climax. I gripped his chest with both hands and rode him fast and hard, bouncing on him, crying out in abandon at the pleasure. I hoped she was still there. Listening. Listening to me fuck him. I reached for my clit and rubbed. Akira held my hips and rocked my pussy on him as I played with myself and rubbed my nipples. I let my screams go. And Akira didn’t stop me. To hell with the world and all its consequences.

  Only Akira and I mattered now. “Yes, yes, fuck me!” I cried, shameless and wanton.

  Akira rolled me onto my back. He placed my legs on his shoulders and pounded into me until my cries were loud enough to wake the entire hotel. I rubbed my clit rapidly, watching how beautiful he was when taking me so ruthlessly. “Akira, like that, yes!”

  He growled and moved my legs so that he could reach my tits. His teeth grazed them as they bounced, and ecstasy transformed me into squirming, writhing limbs.

  Akira ate up my cries like they were food for the gods, and then it was his turn. He came with a strained roar.

  I pulled his mouth to mine and tasted the intense orgasm avalanching through him. Now the world kn
ew. He was mine, and I was his. And I’d never been more relieved. I didn’t care who his family ruined.

  Surely they didn’t have that kind of power. Not here. Or at least not all the way in Mississippi. Besides that, Anna would’ve wanted this. For me. Job or no job. “Real love comes only once in a lifetime. And when it comes, don’t let anything stand in your way.” Those were her wise words to her little sister once. And hell yes, I was heeding them.

  When he lay on me, breathing through the aftermath, I stroked his silky hair. “I love you, Akira. I love you. I love you.”

  He gripped me tight and wrapped his limbs around me.

  “I’m sorry I did that, but I couldn’t stand it. They hurt you. I know they did. I’m so sorry, Akira. So sorry you had to endure those animals. I love you so much.”

  He lifted his head and kissed me with a hunger that should have comforted me. But in the pit of my gut, fear was already knocking.

  “I don’t care,” he said. “I have you. My heart tells me there was never anything else. And my heart doesn’t lie. You were always mine. I just had to find you.” He kissed me. “And I did. I’ll never let you go.”

  God, I wanted so much to believe that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next morning, pounding on the door woke us up. Akira struggled to get his clothes on and hurried out. I waited, listening in the bed.

  The Japanese began to fly. Sounded like the father, brother, and the fiancée. She was crying? Oh, please, what a whore! Five minutes later, the door slammed and then silence.

  Wow. That was quick.

  Akira finally came back into the room, and my heart lurched when I saw the smile on his face.

  “What?” Dare I hope?

  “He just disowned me.”

  My eyes widened. “Oh, no. Why are you smiling?”

  He shook his head, seeming surprised. “Because I never dreamed that would feel so…freeing.”

  “But…he’s your father.”

  He crawled onto the bed, his gaze on my mouth, seeming ready to change the subject to sex. He kissed me. “He’ll never really disown me. He’ll likely give my position to my brother. Which is fine by me.” He continued kissing me softly as he talked, then pushed me down on the bed with his body.

  “But it’s…Christmas Eve and…”

  He plunged his tongue into my mouth, and he bound my hands next to my head, making me forget how to talk, much less what in the world I was about to say.

  He released one of my hands and placed himself at my entrance, pushing his hardness barely in, then pinned my wrist again.

  I moaned as his lips and tongue made tender love to my mouth.

  He stopped kissing me and watched my face as he buried himself in me. “Oh God!” I arched with the pleasure. “Yes!”

  He sucked my neck as he moved in and out in long, smooth strokes, hitting that spot inside me so perfectly, making me dizzy.

  He nipped along my jaw, then chin, grunting more with every thrust. Soon his tongue danced with mine as he held me down and fucked me faster and harder. I cried out in his mouth as his orgasm rose and made him into that man undone. He never took his mouth from mine, even when I screamed from his vigorous pounding. His groans and hot breath reached into my throat. His grip on my wrists tightened. His head fell back, and he became that Asian god—the cords of his neck, the muscles in his chest, straining beautifully with a pleasure that seemed to devastate him.

  Before he was entirely finished, his lips were on mine again. By the passion in his kiss, he wasn’t done. He slid his hands over my arms and kissed his way down my body, his fingers burning a trail over every inch he touched. Between my legs, he sucked my clit with the same possessive urgency. Both hands kneaded my breasts before his fingers rolled my tight nipples, creating a triangular hot circuit between my tits and clit.

  “Jesus, Akira.” I grabbed his head and moved my pussy all over, round and round on his mouth. I didn’t even notice that he’d slipped his finger inside me till he flicked it rapidly over my sweet spot. It sent me into oblivion. Ten more seconds of wiggling on his mouth, and I pulled at his silky hair.

  Akira’s groans intensified, as did his flicks deep inside, his mouth forming an inescapable suction over my clit, his tongue stroking my bud like lightning. The convulsions that swept through my body drew out a long cry of ecstasy. I might’ve been embarrassed at how I sounded like a teakettle getting louder as the heat turned up, but it felt too amazing to care.

  When there was nothing left but the whimpering, Akira tenderly lapped and kissed the remaining tingle with his lips and tongue before pushing my legs closed against his head.

  He finally lifted his gaze, and I laughed. “I messed up your hair.” He grinned and kissed my inner thigh. “You nearly pulled it out too.” His tone was proud, which was adorable.

  “You just…bring out the animal in me.”

  He began nipping the skin on the inside of my thigh until I giggled and squeezed his head with my legs, thinking how wonderful it was going to be, waking up to this…for the rest of my life. God, I hoped so.

  * * * *

  “Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.”

  I purred and stretched and grinned at seeing Akira’s smiling face hovering over mine.

  “I have a surprise for you. Get up. But you have to close your eyes.” I giggled with an ear-to-ear grin. “What did you do?”

  He raised his brows secretively. “You’ll see.”

  I got up and searched for a robe. “Don’t dress, please.” He helped me up and then got behind me and put a hand over my eyes. “No peeking. Promise me.”

  I laughed, giddy with excitement. “I promise.”

  He led me about ten steps and then whispered in my ear, “Open.”

  “Why do I smell cinnamon?” I opened my eyes and gaped. “Ohhhh myyyy God!” I peered all around at the suite. “Akira!” It came out strangled as I marveled at the Christmas wonderland all around me!

  Mouth remaining open, I dreamily followed the beautiful decorations through every room. When I made it to the living room with the wall of windows, I froze. A huge tree, decked with a million lights and icicles, and a million presents underneath. I spun to Akira and ran him over with a hug.

  “Merry Christmas,” he whispered in my ear.

  As if I wouldn’t sob like a baby over such a thing!

  He stroked my head. “Sweet Sarah, I love you. I love you,” he whispered, his other hand gliding tenderly over my back. “You’re such an angel.”

  It was more than I could stand; he’d made all my dreams come true, him being the biggest dream come true of all. “I don’t need anything but you, Akira,” I squealed into his neck.

  He kissed my ear over and over. “You deserve the world.”

  I hugged him tighter, and his cock thickened against my belly. “Mmm, Aki.”

  “Before I make love to you, I want you to open my present.”

  I carved a trail with my nails down his back and ended on his perfect buns. “This is the best present ever.” I squeezed.

  He smiled. “No. This one’s better.”

  I snorted and shook my head. “Not possible.”

  He guided me to the sofa. “Sit.”

  I obeyed, sure I couldn’t smile any bigger while watching him walk to the tree and retrieve a medium-sized box. Oh wow, beautiful. He set the red-velvet-wrapped box with the huge gold velvet bow in my lap.

  I admired it with a squeak, stroking it. “So pretty.” Then I opened it carefully and lifted the lid. I dug through glittery tissue, oohing over it. I found a huge ceramic nesting doll with the nativity scene beautifully painted on it. “Oh my goodness, Aki. That is so beautiful.” There was a scroll attached to the outside, and I gently pulled it off and unrolled it. It was adorable—had a wax seal and everything! In his beautiful handwriting, it said, I love how you bow. Tears came to my eyes. “I don’t know how to bow.” My voice strained.

  I lifted the top half of the doll to reveal an angel doll w
ith another little scroll attached the same way.

  “Ohhh, how sweet!” I opened the scroll. I love how you said my name wrong so many times. More tears.

  I opened the angel and whimpered over the egg painted with the shepherds in the field. I pulled off the little scroll on that one. I love that you suffered humiliation for your sister.

  “Akira,” I whispered, emotions about to explode my heart. I opened the shepherd egg and moaned my adoration. “The Redeemer of the World,” I whispered thickly, wiping the tears streaming. I fingered the picture and took the little scroll, bigger than the egg now, and unrolled it.

  I want you forever.

  My heart trembled as I opened the tiny egg. “Oh my God!” I looked to Akira, who was now on his knees before me. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” I whispered, watching him wide-eyed.

  His face held that stormy gaze that made my heart want to launch for Jupiter. “Marry me, Sarah. Be all mine. Forever.”

  I nodded and sobbed as he put the ring on my finger. Then I lunged at him, hugging him tight. He laughed and returned my hug just as eagerly.

  A minute later, I could think of only one thing to make this more complete. “Make love to me, Aki,” I whispered in his ear.

  He stood, cradled me in his arms, and carried me to the bed in my room. It was also decorated with lighted garland and candles glowing everywhere. So beautiful. “When did you do all this?” I barely whispered.

  He answered me with a tender kiss. “I hired a very quiet crew last night.” I struggled to get the words out. “This is the best Christmas ever. Better than any I’ve ever dreamed of.”

  Akira laid me down on the bed and hovered over me just enough that his body pressed perfectly against mine, allowing me to feel him completely. I stroked along his back as he stared into my eyes in that silent speech that was too much for words. My heart was ready to burst. I held his face and gently kissed his lips over and over, loving their warm softness on mine. His thumb caressed my temple as we kissed this way.