Secret Santa 4U

by Scott, Paisley

  Sophie’s mind swirled, trying to take it all in. Brody was SecretSanta4U? He’d liked her for two years?

  “Let me love you,” he murmured, leaving a hot trail of open mouth kisses down the side of her throat before returning to her lips.

  The feel of his tongue exploring her mouth was wicked and warm, pushing all coherent thought aside. For now, she just wanted to feel, just wanted to spend the holiday with someone she cared for—and who cared about her. It felt so right in his arms.

  The quilt opened, and Brody caught it as it slipped off her shoulders. He laid the covering down on the carpet in front of the fire. Falling to his knees, he looked up at her. “Oh, my God. That hint of a robe is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re gorgeous, Sophie.” His lips worshipped her body, raining kisses through the whisper-thin material that accentuated her flat stomach and the curve of her hip.

  He worked his way up her body slowly. She let him catch her as her legs wobbled and gave way. His lips never left her stomach as he laid her on her back. Through the chiffon, his mouth found her nipples, licking and rolling his tongue around the sensitive areas. She gasped. Nothing had ever felt so good.

  She reached for him, her hand settling on his waist. His body was rock-hard. Sinewy and powerful. Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. “I want to feel your cock. I want to taste it.”

  He pushed her hand inside his underwear until her fingers wrapped around him. “God, Soph. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

  “I never knew,” she said, moving her hand up and down his hard length. “Come here.”

  Brody slid forward and lay on his side next to her.

  Sophie rolled across him until he was beneath her. With a secret smile, she pulled on his waistband, tugging the boxers down his legs and freeing his hard cock. Her eyes widened with surprise. It was bigger than she’d imagined, long and thick with a lovely upward curve. She bent and kissed the tip, then trailed her tongue down the underside.

  His sharp gasp echoed loudly in the quiet room. “God, Sophie. That feels so good.”

  Her mouth glided down the length of him, then back up to stop at the head. Then she did it again, exerting more pressure with her cheeks and tongue. Again, faster this time. When she felt Brody’s hands cup her head, she smiled against him.

  “Umm hmm,” she murmured with him deep in her throat. He obviously remembered she’d said she liked being held, controlled.

  “Suck it, baby. Ah yeah, that’s it.” He held her still as he pumped fiercely into her.

  Sophie moaned, loving the feeling of him in her mouth.

  She looked up across the length of his body. The firelight bathed him in a way that made him look like a warrior out of the middle ages. Damn, he was gorgeous. Why had it taken her so long to notice this? Or rather, why hadn’t she allowed herself the luxury of noticing?

  Pulling away from him, she let go of his cock and let it rest against her swollen lips for a moment, gazing up at him in the fire’s glow. How could she be so lucky as to have this beautiful man want her?

  The thought made her tingle all over. Slowly, she edged up his body, leaving hot kisses as she went. His skin was slightly salty against her tongue as she trailed upwards across the hard muscles of his stomach. She skimmed her lips across his nipples, smiling at his sharp intake of breath. Discovering he had sensitive nipples excited her more. She licked a slow circle around each, growing wetter with each moan that escaped him.

  She liked being in charge, setting the pace. Working her way up his chest, she kissed his neck and up his throat to his right ear.

  “You’re so sexy, Brody. Why didn’t we try this earlier?” she whispered, nibbling his earlobe.

  Brody’s hand cupped her head as she teased him with her tongue. “Baby, I wanted to.”

  She smiled against him. “Well, let’s remedy that.” Reaching down, she curled her fingers around his straining cock. She leaned back a bit to watch him. Never had a man looked so delicious. The fact that he was younger only seemed to increase her excitement. The taboo factor was high, and it was more potent than any aphrodisiac in the world.

  She slid downward until her mouth was poised over his straining muscle. Wicked, wanton thoughts swirled in her head, knowing she had complete power over this gorgeous young stud. She snaked her tongue out and licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock, then pulled away.

  His moan conveyed both frustration and excitement. “Baby, please.” He tangled his fingers in her soft curls, trying to pull her back to him.

  Sophie shook her head, her bottom lip dragging slowly across his glans. “How much do you want it?” She kept her gaze steady on him. “Tell me, Santa.”

  Brody arched, trying to thrust into her mouth, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. “Damn, darlin’…” His Carolina accent oozed provocatively from his lips. “You’re on Santa’s naughty list for sure now.”

  “I can’t think of a better place to be.” Sophie licked his sensitive frenulum before sucking him into her mouth.

  “God, that’s so good,” he managed around a groan.

  This time when Brody thrust, she let him go deep into her throat. She liked the hard feel of him, the texture, the smooth ridges. She especially liked the sounds, his moans, the way he panted, the way his breath caught loudly in the quiet room. She was getting wetter by the second. His taste was wonderful. Salty and musky mixed together to create a flavor that was uniquely Brody. It was an aphrodisiac she couldn’t get enough of.

  His hips rocked harder, and she sped up the rhythm with her mouth, applying more pressure with her cheeks. Her tongue trailed across the bulging veins along his shaft, then swirled around the head. His hips moved with a more jerky rhythm now. He was losing control. He was close. She loved that she had the power to make him come. He was hers, and she was his. They belonged together—at least for the night.

  With one final thrust, Brody’s entire body shook. He was barely able to mumble, “I’m coming,” before she felt the warm flow of semen flood her throat. She swallowed and sucked harder as he ejaculated. Perspiration glowed along his body in the firelight and he fell back against the quilt, panting. Smiling, she licked the tip of his cock like an ice cream cone, savoring the last delicious drop.

  With a nudge, he coaxed her up to lie against his shoulder. “Jesus, woman,” he finally murmured, stroking her hair. “You blew my mind.”

  “I blew something, all right,” she teased, cuddling against him.

  He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “You’re such a naughty girl, Sophie. What am I going to do with you?”

  “You could scrub my back in the shower.” Her fingertips trailed across his chest, winding around the soft hairs surrounding his nipple and tugging gently.

  Brody yelped and held her hand in place against him. “But it’s freezing in there.”

  She leaned her chin against his shoulder. “Not nearly as cold as your apartment, I’d wager. You could still be up there, you know. Freezing your cute little buns off.”

  “Touché.” He rolled over and buried his face against her neck, playfully nuzzling her. “That was awesome, by the way.”

  Her laugh echoed through the cozy room. “That tickles!”

  He nuzzled harder, which only made her giggle more. When he lifted his head, she caught him around the shoulders and pulled him back down to her lips. She kissed him tenderly, discovering each curve of his lips, every angle. He threw his leg over her waist, and Sophie felt him growing excited again. Ah, the sweet virility of younger men. She grinned against his mouth and reached down, wrapping her fingers around his lengthening cock. “Damn, Brody. You’re a sex machine.”

  Whisper-soft, he rubbed his lips against hers. “You have that effect on me, sweetheart.” He covered her hand with his, stilling her fingers. “Let me go light your furnace.”

  “Oh, is that what they’re calling it these days?” she teased.

  “The fur
nace in your bathroom, darlin’,” he said, grinning. “I’ll get you hot as soon as we hit the shower.”

  A series of little shivers snaked through her body at the sexy promise. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his masculine scent. He smelled like cedar and peppermint. It was a scent combination that was uniquely Christmas. This brought another smile to her face. All these years she’d dreaded the holiday, and now, this man had given her the sweetest gift of pleasure, pure and uncomplicated. She sighed happily and pushed against him. “Let me go round up some candles to put in the bathroom.”

  He grinned. “Do you happen to have a flashlight?”

  “In the kitchen.”

  “I’ll get it. You stay here by the fire.”

  She watched him stand up. He was beautiful. The golden glow of the flames softly highlighted and shadowed him like a painting by Michelangelo. “Take this so you don’t turn into an icicle,” she said, handing him the quilt and scooting closer to the fireplace.

  “Thanks.” He flung it around him like a poncho and set off toward the kitchen, half-illuminated by the firelight. “So where is it? Am I hot or cold?” he hollered, opening a drawer near the stove.

  “Well, I think you’re most definitely hot. But the flashlight is on top of the refrigerator.”

  His chuckle drifted back and wrapped around her like a soft, comfortable blanket. Funny, she didn’t feel at all self-conscious with Brody. Maybe the whole friends-make-the-best-lovers theory carried more merit than she’d given it credit for.

  A halogen beam cut brightly through the dimness and caught her square in the eyes. “Ack!” She shielded her face. “Careful where you point that.”

  “Let me go light the furnace real quick. Matches in there?”

  She nodded. “Under the sink.”

  “Gotcha. Be right back.”

  It took him less than five minutes to light the heater and return. He tossed another log into the fire and held his hands out to warm them. “Christmas in the mountains, huh?” He looked at her over his shoulder. “Quaint but cold as hell.”

  Turning to face her, he removed the quilt and wrapped it snugly around her shoulders. “Your turn.” He grinned, handing her the flashlight and nodding toward the back of the apartment. “I didn’t know where you kept your candles.”

  Sophie stood and walked up beside him. With a smug smile, she reached up and grabbed the six red votives perched on the mantel. “Would you mind grabbing those candles there?”

  Brody picked up the two large, green jars. One was labeled Christmas Wreath and the other Mistletoe. “You’re mighty festive.”

  Grimacing at the frosty touch of the glass votives resting against her bare breast, she told him, “And these are all bayberry.”

  He chuckled. “Well, if you expect me to go back down that freezing hall with you, you’d better share that thing.” He hunkered down and took her candles so she could throw a bit of the quilt around him.

  She flicked on the flashlight, and they started down the narrow hall. Although the cold made her instinctively want to get to a warmer place, the feel of his naked body against hers made her want to slow her pace and savor the nearness of him. Brody must have felt it too because he shortened his stride and positioned himself behind her, winding his arms around her in front.

  Sophie nearly stumbled as his cock rubbed against her backside. The more they walked, the harder he got. God, it felt so good to be in his arms. That she could elicit such a strong reaction in a man pumped up her flagging ego tenfold. The fact that she was able to have this effect on a younger man was the cherry on top. Testing her newfound confidence, she wiggled her bottom against him.

  His sharp inhale was all the answer she needed.

  She wiggled again, more suggestively, letting the underside of his cock ride the line of her ass.

  “Watch it, sweetheart, or we won’t make it to the shower.”

  Goosebumps danced across her skin, and it had nothing to do with the cold.

  She was a little disappointed when they reached the bathroom and he had to leave her to run the water. Setting up the candles along the sink and the back of the toilet, she lit each one before turning off the flashlight. The lighting evoked a tranquil atmosphere. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The steam from the shower, the scents of pine, mistletoe and bayberry, plus the subtle smell of natural gas burn-off from the wall heater, all mixed together to make a cozy little retreat for two.

  When she opened her eyes, Brody was standing in front of her, smiling. “Your shower awaits, madam.”

  “You mean our shower, don’t you?” She moved the curtain aside and stepped inside. The water temperature was perfect, like a waterfall of glorious warmth.

  Brody followed her in, holding her waist as he stepped on the non-slip mat behind her and closed the curtain. “You think there’s room for two in this thing?” He leaned forward, letting his dark head dip beneath the spray, then pulled her back against him so they were both getting wet.

  A sigh drifted past her lips, and she let her eyelids flutter shut. Like a spring rain, the water cascaded over them in a warm caress. The scent of coconut mingled with all the other aromas in the room, and Sophie opened her eyes to see Brody squeezing shampoo into his hand beside her. Within seconds, he was working it into her thick curls. His fingers tenderly massaged her scalp before rinsing the lather out.

  Unexpectedly, her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve never had anyone wash my hair,” she told him, surprised that such a simple thing could touch her so deeply. “Thank you.”

  Without a word, he moved her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck. His other hand slid slowly down her waist until he cupped her pussy in his palm. She moaned as his mouth trailed kisses along her shoulder, nipping lightly against her collarbone before he worked his way around to the side of her throat and up to her ear. Gently, he nipped at her lobe and flicked his tongue provocatively along the inside of her ear. Sophie shivered, her knees growing weak. Brody drew her tighter against him and slipped his middle finger inside her wet pussy.

  If he hadn’t had a firm grip on her, she’d have melted right down the drain.

  She angled her head to kiss him. Their mouths met in a hot, desperate joining of lips and tongues while his finger rubbed her clit.

  Sophie pulled back, her breath coming in heavy gulps. He’d barely begun touching her, and yet she was more turned on than she’d ever been with a man.

  Still holding her, his finger teasing her clit, he bent her over slightly. “Grab the wall in front of you, sweetheart.”

  All her senses sprang to life, immediately excited by the prospect of fucking Brody in the shower like this.

  With his free hand, he picked up the bar of soap and slid it across her shoulders and across her breasts. Foamy bubbles trickled down her belly and pooled in his hand still lavishing attention on her cunt. He massaged slowly, lathering the trail of soft auburn hair that grew there.

  With every stroke of his finger, Sophie felt her body tingle and sway. God, he knew just how to touch her. But she wanted more. She reached around and grabbed him, her fingers encircling his cock. “I want you, Brody. Please.”

  He put the soap back in the tray and withdrew his finger from her. She groaned and he steadied her. “Give me a second,” he said, drawing aside the shower curtain and leaning out. Within seconds, he was back, ripping open a tiny foil packet. Sophie recognized what he was doing and smiled. He must have found her box of condoms beneath the sink when he’d gone searching for the matches earlier.

  Brody turned toward her again, wrapping his arm around her waist, his fingers once again delving into her softness. Rational thought left her as he began weaving his magic on her clit once again. He manipulated her body until she was leaning forward, her hands pressed against the cool tiles for support.

  “You ready for me, sweetheart?” he murmured in her ear, his cock probing the lips of her pussy from behind.

  “God, yes.”

  A ragged m
oan dribbled from her lips as he eased into her, doggie-style. His cock was thick and long and filled her completely. She placed her hands on the back of her thighs and pulled, allowing him deeper penetration. Sophie bit her lip as she met and matched his lusty tempo. It felt so good, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold on.

  With sure strokes, Brody plunged into her. Hips rocking, he held her firmly around the waist with his arm. His other hand was busy stroking her so expertly she verged on coming twice. The echoes of her moans filled the tiny bathroom, but she was beyond caring. What he was doing to her body was too delicious to keep quiet.

  Putting one hand on the wall for balance, she reached around their bodies with her other hand and grabbed his ass. Hard, rippling muscles played against her palm. She clenched her fingers, digging her nails into the firmness of his backside. Damn, how’d she get so lucky as to score a young lover like this stallion? All rationale fled as he pumped faster.

  Jesus, she was going to come! She hadn’t been relaxed enough to orgasm with a man during sex for the past five years or so. “Jesus,” she moaned aloud this time.

  Brody went stock-still. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern clear in his panting voice.

  The tips of her fingers dug into his tensed muscles. “No. It feels great,” she nearly shouted. “Keep fucking me, baby. Please...”

  That was all the encouragement he needed. His hand slid up from her waist and grabbed her by the back of the neck, keeping her head bowed. “Oh, yeah,” he growled, slamming harder into her at this angle.

  Sophie was on the verge of crying as all sorts of emotions bubbled up within her. And it wasn’t just the fact that this was by far the best sex she’d ever had. It was everything. Brody confessing his feelings to her, their intimate conversations online, spending the loneliest holiday together.

  “I’m … so close. Ah…God!” she cried.

  His exploring finger stopped teasing and pushed her sweet nub just the right way. Suddenly, her body grew warm and a sense of euphoria flowed like the shower spray over her whole body. She was soaring high above the clouds. Higher and higher she went, breaking through the stratosphere before her world shattered in the most exquisite and satisfying orgasm she’d ever experienced.