White Hot Holidays 8: Holiday Bound

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by Jaci Burton


  Say the word before you change your mind. You’ll never get this chance again. Colin was the answer to that idiot letter to Santa Joan wrote. Santa stood right in front of her now, ready to grant all her Christmas wishes.

  “Yes,” she whispered, heat searing her skin.

  Colin dragged her against him, one hand splayed across her back. His touch was fire against her skin, burning through the layers of clothing. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this,” he murmured, covering her lips with his.

  The kiss set off fireworks, explosions of desire she’d held too long in check. His lips were soft as they moved against hers, gently at first, then more insistent as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue between her lips.

  Maria sighed and opened her mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She could barely breathe through the sizzling sensations of his hands roaming over her back, her hips, the way he seemed to possess her as he drew her tight against him. He groaned and clenched her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. She welcomed the sensation. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, demanding and more intoxicating than anything she’d ever experienced.

  This was a man who knew what he wanted. There wasn’t a second’s hesitation in the way he moved his hands over her body. Each touch captured her in a web of arousal and she fell further and further under his spell.

  He dragged his lips from her mouth and kissed her jaw, then moved to her neck, licking the wildly beating pulse at her throat. When he nipped the flesh at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, she moaned. He bit down again, this time harder, and she cried out at the exquisite pain. Colin turned her around so her back was against his chest. She reached up to wind her hands around his neck, but he pushed them down at her sides.

  “No,” he commanded, his voice gravelly and dark as he pulled her hands behind her back. “I’m going to touch you. I want you bound.”

  When she heard the familiar jingle of handcuffs, she swallowed hard and cream poured from her pussy. God, so arousing. He drew her wrists together and clamped the cuffs on them, clicking them closed.

  “Comfortable enough?” he whispered.

  “Yes,” she replied on a ragged breath.

  He caressed her shoulders, then wove a slow trail down her arms.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he said, murmuring against her neck. “It’s like sliding my hand under water. I’ll bet your pussy is just as supple.”

  She shuddered but stayed silent as he moved his fingertips across her collarbone, letting them rest on the swells of her breasts. Unable to control her breathing, she panted so hard she was afraid she was going to hyperventilate. She was certain Colin could feel the rapid thumps of her heartbeat against his palm as he slipped his hands into the bodice of her dress.

  “You have gorgeous breasts,” he said, moving his hands outside the dress and pulling the straps down her shoulders. He let them drape at her elbows, seemingly in no hurry to strip the dress from her body. “There’s something so sexy about a partially clad woman, especially one with such a sinful body like yours, Maria.”

  Drawing the bodice down to her waist, he left it there, then moved his hands to her breasts again, cupping them and circling the nipples. She wished she hadn’t worn a bra. As it was, she gasped at the contact even though a thin swath of lace separated his fingers from her nipples.

  “Your nipples are hard for me,” he said. “Is this turning you on?”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice sounding breathy and sexy and like a stranger’s.

  “Good. We’re just getting started. I want you hot, Maria. So damn hot you’re begging me to fuck you.”

  She’d never last that long. As it was, her clit throbbed like a pounding drum, her pussy juices soaked her panties through and with one touch of his hand down there she’d go off like rocket. She wasn’t even sure he’d have to touch her, she was so close to coming right now. Just feeling his hard cock pressed against the cheeks of her ass was enough to send her into orbit, imagining his shaft plunging between her swollen pussy lips and pumping away until he shot his cum deep inside her.

  And being handcuffed was more than she expected. How had he known what she needed?

  But she wanted more. Much, much more than this. And God help her, she had a feeling Colin knew exactly what she wanted.

  She hoped they stocked oxygen tanks in this hotel because she just might need them. Her breath caught and held when he pulled the skirt of her dress up, exposing her garter belt, stockings and oh-so-soaking-wet panties. When he cupped her sex, she cried out.

  “Shh, baby, take it easy.”

  “I can’t,” she whimpered, moaning when he rocked his palm against her pussy. She was on fire and close to orgasm. This was what she’d dreamed of and her reality far exceeded her fantasies. His hand was huge, hot, gently rubbing back and forth against the engorged nerve endings of her clit. “I need to come, Colin. Please.”

  “I know you do. But I want you to come in my mouth, Maria. Let me taste you.”

  God almighty, she was going to die on the spot.

  Colin turned her and maneuvered her against the wall, pushing her until her butt hit the cool paneling of the window ledge.

  “Sit here, baby,” he said, his voice dark as midnight. He bent down and lifted the bottom of her dress, then reached for the thin strips holding her panties together. She expected the slow slide of them down her legs, but was shocked when one quick tug later he ripped them from her. Cream poured down her thighs at the violent, arousing act. This is what she wanted from him. Damn him for knowing how much that would turn her on.

  “Spread your legs for me, Maria. Let me see your pussy.”

  She opened her legs, feeling wanton and nasty as she showed him her pussy.

  He looked at her cunt, smiled then met her gaze. “You’re so fucking wet and you smell like jasmine and hot pussy. You ready to come for me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her legs trembling.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Maria.”

  His lips were inches from her cunt as he paused, his breath caressing her thigh. God, she wanted this so much. “Lick my pussy and make me come, Colin. Please.”

  He leaned in and licked the length of her. His tongue was hot, wet, the sensation so exquisite she lifted her ass off the window ledge and shrieked in pleasure. Blinding pulses arced from her breasts to her pussy to her clit as he lapped up her juices, then drew circles over her clit with his tongue. In seconds, she felt the orgasm build to a crescendo she had no hope of stopping.

  She wanted to wrap her hands in his hair and hold on. Despite the thrill of being bound, it made her crazy not to be able to touch him, to entwine her fingers with his, to caress his skin, to dig her nails into his flesh and let him know how crazy he made her. Instead she wound her legs around his head and cried out as the waves of her climax crashed over her. Demanding he take more of her, she pumped her pussy against his face. He licked her eagerly, sucking her clit as she came again, then relaxed, riding the wave of smaller pulses until they, too, subsided.

  Giving her no time to even catch her breath, Colin jerked her to a standing position. “There’s something I’ve been wanting,” he said, taking her into the office area of the hotel room and clearing the work table there. “It’s not quite the desk I had in mind, but it’s the best we can do under the circumstances. Bend over it.”

  His commands excited her, and despite the two quick, intense orgasms she’d just had, she was desperate to feel his cock buried inside her. Cool air greeted her as he threw her skirt over her back.

  “You have a luscious ass, Maria,” he said. “And that goddamned garter belt makes my cock so fucking hard I can’t stand it.”

  She smiled and spread her legs, wanting to show him how wet she was, how much she wanted him. She bit her lip, wanting to ask him to fuck her, to demand her pleasure, but unable to say the words.

  “Say it,” he said. “You want to, so say it. Tell me what you want, Maria. Don’t ever be afraid
to tell me what you want.”

  She’d never been vocal about sex with any man. Then again she hadn’t really had that much sex in her lifetime. All her wicked, exciting experiences had been the product of her fantasies.

  Until now.

  “Say it!” She jerked when his hand came down on the bare cheek of her ass, moaning when her pussy spasmed in response. Oh God, that was so good. She arched her back and lifted her buttocks. He responded by smacking the other cheek. The sting was oh-so sweet. Her pussy clenched and spilled her juices.

  He leaned over her, licked her neck and bit lightly on her earlobe. “Tell me what you want, baby. I need to hear it.”

  Realizing he derived pleasure from hearing her voice, she said, “Fuck me, Colin. And do it hard.”

  Part of her couldn’t believe she’d said it, but another part of her thrilled to her own words.

  “I’ll give it to you hard, Maria. I know exactly how you want it.”

  She heard the zipper sliding open on his pants, anticipation soaring inside her when she heard the foil packet tearing. She waited while he applied the condom, anticipating the feel of his cock penetrating her. When his thighs brushed the backs of hers, she panted, expectation driving rapid breaths from her when his cock head probed between her pussy lips. She braced herself, then cried out when he slid inside her.

  He was so thick, stretching the walls of her pussy with painful pleasure.

  “Goddamn, Maria, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, letting out a groan of pure ecstasy that made her pussy clench around his shaft.

  He drew partway out, then slammed fully inside her. Tears came to her eyes at the delightful pain of his thrusts. He smoothed his hand over her ass, bringing it down with a stinging swat that made her cunt throb.

  Oh, this was heaven. “More,” she moaned.

  He spanked her again. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She bit down on her bottom lip, increasing the pain. So good. So very good. “More, Colin. Please.”

  And again, this time harder, along with the punishing drive of his cock, his balls slapping her clit. It was the sweetest torment to feel him buried inside her, to feel his hand on her ass.

  He unlocked the cuffs, releasing her hands. “Touch your clit for me, Maria. Make yourself come.”

  In a frenzy of lust and need, she reached between her legs and massaged the tight knot, rubbing it frantically as Colin powered his cock into her soaked pussy. His thrusts were so hard the front of her thighs banged against the desk, but she didn’t care. She wanted this pain, needed this pleasure more than she could ever explain.

  He gripped her hips tight, banging against her with a driving force. She strummed her clit and cried out, “Colin, I’m going to come!”

  Groaning, he tensed, digging his fingers into her hips as he came. She went with him, her pussy clamping around his cock as she rubbed her clit and orgasmed in waves of sensation that left her sweating and shaking all over.

  When she finally let go of the edge of the desk, she realized her fingers had cramped from holding on so hard. Colin withdrew and pulled her up, turning her around to take her mouth in a searing kiss. He pulled back, gracing her with a devilish grin. “I hope you’re not tired. We’re going to be at this all night.”

  Chapter Four

  The sexy gleam in Maria’s eyes had Colin’s cock lurching to life again. He wanted to make the most of their time together and give her everything she ever desired.

  “I can sleep when I’m dead,” she quipped.

  He laughed and swept her into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. When he laid her on the bed, he felt a little guilty as he realized he hadn’t undressed her. Or himself, for that matter.

  “I got in kind of a hurry,” he said, looking down at her disheveled state. Damn, she was sexy. Her hair was in wild disarray, her dress pulled halfway down her arms. She still wore her bra, the top of her breasts spilling over, inviting him to rip that damn scrap of material off and seek out the treasures hidden underneath.

  “I don’t mind. I was in a hurry too,” she said, her voice still husky and breathless.

  She was everything he’d ever wanted and more.

  “I want you naked. Now. Undress for me,” he said, palming his cock through his pants. He ached for her. Would this feeling ever go away? He hoped not, couldn’t imagine it would. He’d wanted Maria for a very long time. She was sweet, innocent, a champion of the underdog that he admired greatly. And underneath her gentle exterior lay a smoldering sex vixen. She was the perfect woman for him.

  She moved to a kneeling position on the bed, her chin to her chest as she cast a blazing amber gaze at him. Her skin, so dark and sexy, glimmered under the soft lights as she drew the glittery straps of the dress down her arms, pushing the dress over her hips until it pooled at her knees. She reached behind her to unhook her bra. Colin held his breath, shuddering as she pulled the scrap of black lace away to reveal the globes of her breasts.

  Even her nipples were perfection. Round, dark like chocolate with pebbled nipples just begging for him to wrap his lips around and tug with his teeth. His mouth watered, his balls tightening. He squeezed his shaft and nodded for her to continue.

  Casting the bra aside, Maria removed the dress, revealing her bare pussy, just like in his fantasies.

  “Do you want me to leave the garter and stockings on?”

  “Oh hell yeah,” he murmured, jerking his tie loose and tossing it on the floor. His shirt followed. He loved the way she watched him remove every button from its hole, the way she devoured his body as he unveiled it for her. All those hours of punishment at the gym were worth it now. He drew the pants down his legs, followed by his boxers. Her gaze gleamed dark when his cock jutted out. When she licked her lips, his cock lurched upward.

  “Lie down.”

  She did, resting her head on the pillow.

  He crawled onto the bed, stopping at the end near her feet, picking them up to massage them. “Now, Maria. Tell me what pleases you.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “What do you mean?”

  “I want to know your deep, dark fantasies. The things you think about but never tell anyone.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.”

  “I…I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t have any,” she blurted, way too fast for him to believe it was the truth.

  “That’s a lie and you know it.” He massaged the arch of her foot and her toes curled downward toward his hand. “Everyone has fantasies. Some are tamer than others, granted, but I’d wager yours run along the kinky side.”

  She regarded him with a wary frown. “Why do you say that?”

  “You liked the handcuffs.”

  The telltale blush of her cheeks was charming. Not many women had enough innocence to blush these days.

  “Yes, I did. Very much.”

  Or enough honesty to admit when they liked something. “So did I. I liked restraining you. Does that shock you?” He scooted forward and lifted her leg, letting it rest over his shoulder while he massaged her calf muscle.

  “Not much shocks me, Colin.”

  “I don’t know. My desires tend to run dark. I might surprise you.”

  “I doubt it.”

  He could tell she was turned on by the way her nipples stood erect, the way her breathing went rapid and shallow.

  “You want to know my fantasies, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I like anal sex,” he started. “Something so intimate about burying my cock up a woman’s ass. It shows trust on her part and there’s nothing more special to a man than a woman who trusts him. I love to spank a woman, to tie her up and have her at my mercy while I tease and torment every inch of her body. Trust is so important to me. I haven’t trusted very many women in my life. Not many know the kind of sex play I enjoy.”

  “God, Colin.” Her voice stuttered, her pussy wet and swollen. He smelled the musk of he
r arousal permeating the room. He had her with his admission. Thank God.

  Moving closer, he lifted both her legs over his shoulders, aligning his cock with her buttocks. It slid upward, rubbing against the moist heat of her pussy. She lifted and reached out, grasping his shaft and rubbing her clit with the thick head. The need in her eyes exploded.

  She brought out the beast in him, a wild, uncontrollable fury that couldn’t be tamed.

  “I want to fuck your ass, Maria.”

  Maria shuddered at the dangerous gleam in Colin’s eyes, like heavily laden gray clouds threatening to burst in a torrential downpour. She wanted that storm inside her, wanted it filling her, igniting inside her until she screamed in pain and ecstasy. Every dark fantasy she’d ever masturbated to was revealed in his eyes, every sinful, wicked secret she’d been too afraid to share with anyone else, open and accessible to him.

  Even if she wanted to, she didn’t think she could hide from him. He made her want to reveal all her secrets, to hold nothing back and give him everything he asked for.

  The thought of him buried in her ass was dark and delicious, a fantasy she’d held for years. No man had gained entry there before. How fitting she would give it to Colin, the man of her dreams.

  “Yes, Colin, I want that.” Her face burned with heat admitting it out loud, but she could deny him nothing.

  “I brought a few things with me,” he said with a sly grin, reaching down and grabbing a bottle of lube.

  She leaned over the bed and spotted his duffel bag, then righted herself and arched a brow. “Are you always this prepared?”

  He cocked a half smile that curled her toes. “A pervert without lube is about as useful as a gun without bullets, babe.”

  She laughed. Honesty. How refreshing. There were no games with Colin. He put it all out there and she loved that about him.

 

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