by Lily Rede
“I’m a teacher. You’re the parent of one of my students. It’s not a good idea.”
“Who would it hurt? Besides, it’s Christmas. And you came here to deliver a present for Henry. Don’t I get a present, too?” he teased, sneakily sliding his hands around her waist.
“That’s not for me to say.”
“You’re Santa’s daughter. Wouldn’t you know if I were on the Naughty List?”
“You’re not on the Naughty List.”
“I could be with a little motivation,” he murmured, and bent his head to cruise his lips along her throat.
Holly’s knees buckled slightly, but David only chuckled and tugged her dress off one shoulder so he could taste her collarbone.
“I don’t think I can do a one-night stand, David,” Holly whispered, though her body was screaming to her that oh yes, she could.
David pulled back to look at her.
“Me neither. But doesn’t this feel like it was meant to be?”
“That could just be the elves and my mother playing Cupid.” Holly narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You haven’t accepted any candy from weird little children with pointed ears tonight, have you?”
“Here’s a plan,” said David, but trailed off as he went back to exploring her throat with his mouth. Holly tried not to melt as he gently bit down on the muscle between her neck and shoulder.
“The plan?” Holly managed, hoarse.
“Yes, the plan. Tonight, let’s forget that this is really our second date.”
“Second?”
“I think the community center counts as a first date. I did get to second base.”
Fair enough.
Holly’s eyes rolled back as he reminded her with a hand on her breast, slowly stroking her tight nipple through the thin fabric of bra and dress.
“So, we forget that this is our second date, and I’ll spread a quilt out by the fire and let you take advantage of me. All night long.”
“How generous of you.”
“And then tomorrow we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled order of things and start dating like a normal couple.”
A couple. Holly wasn’t sure what she thought about that, but the first part sounded good. She could feel herself being seduced, and was surprised that it didn’t bother her more. In one night, her normal little world could change, but all she could think about right now was David’s body against her, hot and tight. Oh, how she wanted that.
David nipped her earlobe, and murmured, “Let me fuck you, Holly Kringle. Please.”
The rough words were shocking, but Holly was done arguing with herself. She slid her hands up David’s chest, pushing the open shirt off his shoulders, and then reached up to capture his mouth with her own.
DAVID BARELY HAD THE presence of mind to pull away long enough to grab a couple of pillows and the thick quilt draped over the back of the couch and spread them out on the rug in front of the fireplace. Holly still looked like she was debating the merits of the plan, but she kicked off her shoes, leaving her to fidget in stocking-clad feet. She wasn’t going to run.
“First I’m going to see if you taste as fucking good as you smell. All over.” He watched her eyes widen as David declared his intentions.
He didn’t give her time to talk herself out of it, but grabbed two handfuls of the soft blue jersey and pulled her dress up, peeling it off and tossing it toward the couch, leaving Holly standing in his living room in nothing but a black lace bra that cupped her breasts with a lover’s touch, those black garters that turned him into a big dumb oaf, and a tiny little scrap of lace that barely covered the lush folds of her pussy.
All the air left David’s lungs in a whoosh.
Holly Kringle was stunning, all lush curves and creamy, lickable skin.
She blushed under his gaze, but let him look his fill.
“Should we be down here? What if Henry wakes up?”
“The kid sleeps like a rock. And his floor creaks. We’ll hear him if he gets up.”
David could see that Holly was still nervous, so he kept his touch gentle as he eased her to the quilt, the firelight picking up the red glints in her hair as it fanned out around her. He settled over her, and her legs parted automatically to cradle his hips, just as they had on the couch. This time, however, there was even less fabric between them, and the sensation of her heat and softness against his hard cock pulled a groan from David’s chest and a gasp from Holly’s throat as her arms came up to grip his biceps. Her skin was warm silk, her eyes wide and filled with shy hunger, and her pussy liquid heat against him.
Fuck, she made his head spin.
He lowered his head to nip her lower lip, and then sank in as her mouth opened to welcome him in. David pressed deep, wet kisses on her until he felt her straining up for more, her hands exploring the muscles of his back and her hips rocking her lace-covered pussy against the ridge of his dick in a way that threatened to fry what few brain cells he had left.
“Touch me,” she murmured, tearing her mouth away from his.
David grinned and tugged one bra strap down, following its path along her cinnamon-scented skin with his lips. He slid a hand under her and deftly unhooked her bra.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Holly said, breathless.
“That’s nothing. Lesson one in the teen guy textbook.”
“There’s a textbook?”
“Sure. Chapter One is all bras.”
He tugged the cups away, leaving her tits gloriously bare. Holly was blushing again, all the way to a pair of ripe cherry nipples atop luscious mounds.
“What does the textbook say about these?” She whispered the provocative words as he traced her breast with a reverent finger and a feather touch, awed as goosebumps rose in his wake and her already hard nipple tightened even further.
“Oh, sweetheart. This is advanced learning.”
David dropped a gentle kiss on each rosy nub, and she made the sweetest whimper as he tugged one into his mouth to suck.
Cinnamon and sugar, God help me.
Holly was still rocking against him, her pussy damp and delicious against his stomach, her movements becoming increasingly jerky as he nibbled and licked, pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth. David was sure she was unaware of the hot little noises she made as he lost himself in her generous tits. When he finally let her go, her eyes were unfocused and her lush body tense with arousal. He started kissing his way down her stomach, the scent of cinnamon and sugar swirling in his head.
“Wait, you shouldn’t….I can’t…” Holly fidgeted under him, uncertain.
“I’ve been dying for this,” David assured her, kissing his way along the lace band of her garter belt as her stomach fluttered under his touch. “Do you know what it’s like to get through a parent-teacher conference wondering what it would take to get you to let me spread you out on the desk and taste this sweet pussy?”
Sweet, bare pussy, he amended as he pulled the lacy panel aside to expose the succulent flesh beneath, rosy and glistening, her hard little clit peeking out, begging for his mouth. Thank you.
“Merry Christmas to me,” he muttered, breathing in the scent of her arousal, sweet and spicy as pumpkin pie.
Holly was still nervous, her hands on his shoulders, as though she might push him away.
Experimentally, David traced the sweet cleft with his tongue, his dick throbbing as her taste exploded in his mouth. She squeaked and clutched at his hair, and he smiled as he spread her further with his shoulders.
“Do you want me to lick you?” David couldn’t resist torturing her a little bit, nuzzling her clit while his mouth watered for her.
“Yes,” she whispered, panting.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
David caught one garter in his teeth and snapped it against her thigh, and then soothed the spot with his tongue.
“I – I want you to lick me.” The words were ripped from her, and the surge of heat that coursed through his body was w
hite hot and delicious.
So was the feeling of Holly’s fingers against his scalp as he bent to the task, flicking her clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She bucked against him.
“Mmm…I hope you’re comfortable,” he murmured, sliding his tongue through her folds to tease her opening, hot and slick and unbelievably addictive, “This might take a while.”
THIS WAS SO NAUGHTY, Holly thought to herself. She vaguely registered the sharp jerk of lace and then her ripped panties were landing somewhere over by her dress as David treated her pussy like his own personal candy store, licking and suckling with scrupulous attention to detail. As her body overflowed with pleasure, he ate her pussy like he was starving for her taste, spreading her further with slick fingers, determined to drive her stark, raving mad with his mouth.
“If he’s as good with his cock as he is with his tongue…”
She couldn’t finish the thought because two thick digits sliding into her sheath fractured her thoughts into a million, oh-God-that’s-so-fucking-good pieces. The sound she made as pleasure raked over every inch of her body was humiliatingly loud.
“Like that, sweetheart?”
He was fucking her now, his fingers scissoring gently, stretching her as his mouth started to build her up again, and pushing her higher and higher.
One night isn’t going to be enough, she thought, but before the realization could send her into a panic, she came again, desperately trying to hold her cries back as the pleasure crashed over her in a searing wave.
“Beautiful,” David breathed, “I could watch you come for me all night.”
He knelt up between her thighs, all muscles and warm golden skin, and Holly’s mouth went dry as he slowly pushed his soft pajama bottoms down, freeing his cock, which was deliciously big and impressively thick, with a rosy cap, rising from a trimmed thatch of hair. God, he was the beautiful one. David’s jaw was tight, his muscles rigid with tension, and his balls drawn up as he gripped the hard shaft and stroked, and then rubbed the crown against her still-throbbing pussy. She whimpered as pleasure and heat jolted through her at the deliciously dirty friction.
“I want to feel you inside me. All of it.” She couldn’t help the words, squirming restlessly on the blanket, feeling like she might self-combust despite her recent release. He just made her want more and more and more.
“Lick my pussy, fill me with cock. So demanding.” He smiled, teasing, but then the expression froze on his face. “Fuck. My condoms are upstairs.”
“I’m on the Pill,” Holly breathed, “and I’m safe, I swear.”
“I’m clean,” promised David, “I haven’t slept with anyone since Linda, and I have to get tested regularly anyway. Hospital policy.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Impatient, Holly sat up and leaned forward to press heated kisses against his abs, tasting his navel before licking a path up to nibble one flat nipple. David groaned as her lips reached his collarbone and her hands explored the contours of his hard thighs. One slid around to cup the muscles of his ass while the other found his cock and squeezed. The sound he made was so lovely, she bent to place a rewarding kiss on the wide head, lingering to taste. And taste some more.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He rocked into her grip, shuddering at the sensation, and then reluctantly pulled his cock out of the wet haven of her mouth.
Holly expected him to lay her back and come over her, but in an impressive show of strength, he grabbed her by the waist and settled her thighs on either side of his as he sat back on his heels.
“Put your arms around me,” he ordered, and she did, the press of his body against hers almost criminally good, his heartbeat strong against her breasts.
Effortlessly, David lifted her, fitting the head of his cock to her folds, which were so wet, she thought she might drown them both in an embarrassing flood of lust. She was acutely aware of his hard muscled body and physical strength as he gripped her hips and slowly lowered her down on his dick.
“So fucking tight.” His jaw was tight as he carefully worked the shaft into her with slow little moves.
“Sorry.”
“Tight is good, sweetheart.”
Holly wriggled, trying to speed up the process. Her flesh was parting for him, but so slowly, she thought she might lose her mind before she’d managed to take all of him. And she really wanted to take all of him, to be thoroughly impaled, taken, and fucked by this sexy, incredible man that was hers, at least for the night.
“More,” she panted.
David groaned, holding her still.
“Slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He nipped her throat.
David rocked into her in tiny little thrusts, swallowing her little moans, filling her at his own pace, and her head fell back as the thick base widened her further, setting off tremors in her too-full pussy. Finally he was buried to the hilt, his balls snuggled against her, the thick shaft pulsing inside her, hot and huge.
“Good?” he asked, his voice tight, his body damp with sweat.
“Very,” Holly managed as delicious tension coiled low in her belly.
The rest of her body felt liquid, and her body arched back over his arm as David started to move. The position didn’t allow him to withdraw far, but the fat crown rubbed a sensitive little spot high inside her, and his girth kept her pussy stretched and at his mercy. He could fuck her any way he wanted, he’d hear no complaints from her.
“Want me to suck these pretty tits while I fuck you?” he asked politely.
“Mmm-hmmm…” Holly murmured, unable to formulate a coherent response.
“Tell me,” he insisted, nibbling a gentle path around one areola.
“Please, David, suck my nipples.”
“And?”
“Suck my nipples while you fuck me. Please – ” Holly groaned, feeling his approval in his gaze, his hands, and his cock as it jerked within her.
She then felt his mouth, and pleasure streaked from her nipple down to her clit, which rubbed against his pelvis with every little stroke. David drew on her breast in time with the movements of his hips, layering pleasure upon pleasure until the tension was too much and she burst, dissolving over him as her sheath milked his cock and she shuddered in complete satisfaction. She felt him let go of her nipple and lower her to the carpet. Holly pried one eye open. David was still hard inside her, his eyes intent.
“Watch,” he insisted, sliding a pillow under her ass and draping her thighs over his.
She was helpless to do anything else as he rolled his hips, sending fresh pleasure splintering through her even though she thought she was done. David held her thighs wide as he rode her with deep, delicious thrusts, his eyes sparking with heat when she slid her fingers over her stomach and down to stroke her clit. Holly blushed as he watched her touch herself, riveted, though the steady fucking never faltered, and he drove his thick cock into her wet pussy again and again with decadent strokes.
“I love how you blush.”
Holly could feel David’s control fracturing as his thrusts became less steady, and she was surprised at the wave of emotion that welled up as he neared his own climax. This was beyond great sex. This was more. And it wasn’t just the sublime feeling of his cock, or the hard grip of his hands on her hips, or the heat in his eyes, but the fact that it was David that had Holly crying out as she crashed into orgasm one last time. She felt him jerk, holding himself impossibly deep as he shuddered and came down over her, muffling his shout in her hair as he found his own release.
They panted together for a few moments, their bodies quaking with aftershocks, and then David lifted his head, brushing Holly’s hair back as he bent down to kiss her, sweetly.
“I have no words,” he insisted, reverent, “Well, other than, ‘let’s do it again.’”
David chuckled as Holly felt heat creeping back up into her cheeks. A creak of boards overhead had them stiffening, but there were no other sounds, and they rela
xed. Holly thought he would pull out, but he wrapped her legs around him, holding his cock inside. One hand stroked her thigh, toying with the black elastic above her stocking.
“I should wear garters more often,” said Holly, tracing the stubble on his jaw with a light finger.
“You should wear nothing but garters more often,” David corrected, levering himself slightly off of her so he could cradle and tease one breast.
“But just for me,” he continued, just in case there were any doubt.
“Is that what you want?” Holly asked, a little nervous.
“You, naked in garters? Hell, yes. Every day if possible.”
“Not that, but…just for you. Is that – ”
David caught her mouth in a possessive kiss, his lips and tongue demanding a response from hers.
“I took an oath to do no harm, but there’s wiggle room for me to punch out a guy’s teeth if he so much as looks at you funny.”
“That might be a little excessive.”
“Then you’ll just have to talk me out of it.”
He nudged his swelling cock a little deeper, and Holly caught her breath.
“Did I say talk? That’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant,” she said, squeezing her inner muscles around him until he moaned.
“I want you again,” he murmured.
“I can tell.”
He rolled, letting her straddle him, and they both sucked in a breath as he sank to the hilt.
“Lean back on your hands,” murmured David, “I want to watch you take me.”
Holly hesitated.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…I shouldn’t be here when Henry wakes tomorrow morning. He’s not ready for that. I’m not ready for that.”
David stroked her thighs, soothing.
“Okay, but I want to see you tomorrow.”
Holly had an idea. A crazy idea. But what the hell.
“Do you and Henry want to come have dinner with my family tomorrow night? They pretty much set us up, so it’s not like it’s a big secret or anything. I think Henry can handle us doing a little hand-holding, if you like. I know it’s a little early to meet my parents, but it is Christmas, and…”