Naughty List

by Willa Edwards

  “I want to see you come again. I want to keep you screaming my name, squirming in pleasure all night long.” His breath was heavy, fast and panting, as he kissed her hair, his lips brushing her head in a wreath.

  He cradled her, holding her tight as he deposited her back on the mattress like a fragile package. The bed sagged beneath her as he repositioned himself between her thighs. His chin rested on her stomach, his eyes as bright and wide as a child’s on Christmas morning. She’d never seen him so happy before, so light and confident. Her chest tightened, shimmering with the knowledge she’d given him that.

  He smiled wickedly down at her, eyes glazed with passion. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  His words sank into her, heating spaces deep within. Her legs shook, the muscles spent, pushed wide around his broad shoulders.

  “Eric,” she cried as he drove two fingers into her, slow and determined, clearly enjoying her every tortured breath. Her knuckles ached where she gripped the sheets at her sides. Sweat dripped down her neck, trickling between her breasts, caressing her overheated skin.

  “I want to worship you,” he whispered, his fingers slipping along her legs. His tongue lapped at her, licking away the remaining cream from her previous orgasm as more trickled along the inside of her thighs. “I want to fulfill your every Christmas wish.”

  Callie’s fuzzy mind tried to recall every wicked wish she’d detailed on that list, every fantasy she’d conjured of Eric over the last long six months. Her stomach looped, hot lust fueling her blood, her toes curling as erotic images danced across her mind.

  “Maybe I’ll even add a few of my own.” He smiled devilishly, his lips fastened on her clit, the echoing spasms of her previous orgasm still fluttering the engorged tissues. She bit her tongue at the idea. What heart-stoppingly erotic dreams could Eric conjure that she hadn’t? Given the spicy Santa Claus he’d already shown her, she couldn’t imagine what else he’d envision. She couldn’t wait to find out.

  He shifted on his elbows, probing her with another thick finger, twisting his wrist with a sensuous flick as he plunged inside her. His long fingers filled her, curling her insides, but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t want fingers. She didn’t want play, teasing, or one-sided pleasure. She wanted Eric. Now.

  She screamed as his tongue tickled her clit, the pleasure skating pain by less than the width of a holly leaf, barely calmed from her previous orgasm. Light contractions still gripped his fingers. She’d never had so many orgasms in one night, and she prayed there were still more to come, but she was sick of being contained. Unable to see Eric, to feel him against her, to watch his eyes as he pushed her over the edge.

  “Come for me, baby,” he whispered against her cunt, her stomach flopping at the breeze of his breath.

  “No.”

  Chapter Four

  Eric pulled back, slipping his fingers from her pussy and lifting his chest off the bed. He released her legs, allowing them to flop back together.

  “I’m sorry. Is it too much?” Eric’s voice shook, his fear pushing past her lust-drunk mind. It was the first time he’d sounded scared or concerned since she’d found him in her living room. Since he’d wrapped her like a Christmas present and proceeded to give her two hall-decking orgasms. He hadn’t been hesitant when he’d spanked her, while she screamed and squirmed beneath his palm.

  Callie sucked in a deep breath. It was also the first time she’d said no all evening. Not a surprised question or a conflicted silence, but a strong, firm no. But she hadn’t meant it that way. She didn’t want him to stop. They’d come this far, and he’d shown her so much. Now he had to fulfill her whole naughty list, or she’d crumple into pieces from restrained lust, like a snowman on a sunny day.

  Her heart throbbed. It would be a lot more than lust that destroyed her if he pulled away now. She refused to contemplate what would happen when he left in the morning. Even considering the dawn made her chest hurt. She may have only tonight, but she was determined to make the most of it.

  “No. I-I’m f-fine.” She fumbled, licking her lips, her mouth as dry as a Christmas tree three days after New Year’s. “That’s not what I meant.”

  He chuckled deep and throaty between her legs, pressing a smile into her sensitive right inner knee. He gently massaged her legs, spread wide before him.

  “What did you mean?” he asked, licking a line up her left thigh. The muscles of her stomach contracted at the warm, wet swipe. The tension in her body pulled tight as a string around a brown paper-wrapped package. How was she supposed to think when he was doing that? Her only thoughts centered on her sex, and how close it was to his talented mouth.

  “Did you mean you wanted some cock?” The moonlight glistened off his moist lips curved into a wicked smile. He was enjoying torturing her.

  But regardless of the rebellious note ringing within her to fight him, to deny him, she couldn’t punish herself that way.

  “Please baby,” he whispered, raining soft, short kisses along her pelvic bone, decorating her hips. The cockiness disappeared in her moment of silent contemplation. His desperation and caring rang clear as a bell in his words. “I need to hear you say it.”

  Callie swallowed, a lump as big as a walnut clogging her throat. “Please Eric,” she pleaded. “Please give me your cock. Please fuck me.”

  Pressing a kiss to her cunt, right above the hairline, his eyes met hers over her quivering body. “That can certainly be added to my list.”

  Callie watched with large, needy eyes as he rose, scrambling across the sheets to stand tall and powerful beside the bed. She sucked in a deep breath, holding back the scream of protest burning her throat at the absence of his skin against hers.

  An evil smirk covered his face as he toed off the shiny black patent leather boots. The Santa suit jacket slipped from his broad, muscled shoulders until it fell to the floor behind him. Thick black suspenders bracketed his rippling, toned chest, and his dark blush nipples stood erect and pebbled. Callie’s tongue twisted to taste them, to circle them with the very tip until he gasped her name.

  She’d never known Eric was made of so much muscle. He was quiet and unassuming, geeky even. He didn’t talk about going to the gym for hours or playing hard-core sports. How did he get such muscle? How had she not known? Though she had noticed his round, hard ass before, an image that had unwittingly been incorporated and woven through many of her fantasies.

  He slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, her breath hitching as the stretchy black fabric lowered to his waist. Everything between them was about to change. She was about to see her friend’s cock. From now on, whenever she thought of him, she’d remember this moment, seeing him completely naked, bare before her. She should feel awkward or apprehensive, but all she felt was eager.

  Eric’s hands fisted at his sides. Grasping the plushy red Santa pants, he slowly pushed them down his long muscular legs, lengthening her anticipation, enjoying her reaction. Her heart beat louder than the click of reindeer hooves on the rooftop, her breath echoing in the otherwise silent night.

  He shifted the pants past his hips, his cock protruding thick and engorged without further barrier. He’d been going commando in his Santa suit! Callie took a deep breath, forcing herself to swallow back the lust threatening to choke her. He was large, hard, and fully erect. Thick veins stood out against the length. The engorged head pulsated with need, for her. His balls hung heavy between his legs, sprinkled with the curling ink-black hairs she could imagine brushing her skin, slapping against her pussy.

  Saliva gathered in her mouth at the thought of licking his length, swirling her tongue around the tip, swallowing him whole, hearing him growl as she sucked him down. Going down on him hadn’t been on her naughty list. It wasn’t an activity she fantasized about, but after seeing Eric completely naked, it would definitely make her next list.

  A pang throbbed in her chest. She wouldn’t get another night. She wouldn’t get another list. This was her one gift. She took a deep breath,
pushing the painful thoughts down. There was no reason to dwell on it. All she could do was enjoy herself tonight.

  Returning to the bed, Eric settled his body on top of her, his solid muscle enveloping her soft curves. His skin was hot, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. His smell surrounded her, stronger in his naked, aroused state. His rigid cock brushed her clit, rubbing along her exposed sex, tingling darts of pleasure flying from each spot he touched.

  He cradled her head, his thumbs brushing along her cheeks. He dropped his lips to hers, the kiss soft and sweet yet intoxicatingly seductive. His tongue swept the inside of her lips, tickling the sensitive corners, scraping along hers.

  She moaned against him, straining within her bounds. The need to touch him, to explore his chest, tease his nipples until he was the one groaning, drummed through her system so hard she couldn’t breathe. She gripped the flannel sheets beneath her, the fabric absorbing the sweat and heat of her palms.

  Eric kissed his way down her cheek, nibbling hot bites along her neck and the top of her shoulder. She shuddered as he ran his tongue along the curve of her collarbone and down her sternum. He kissed each of her nipples, drawing them into his mouth and sucking vigorously. Her hips arched beneath his, red-hot streamers zipping from her nipples down to her wet and wanting pussy.

  “Eric,” she gasped as he scattered soft kisses and sizzling bites along her stomach, the muscles quivering and shaking like a holiday Jell-O mold. The words came out more desperate and demanding than she’d intended. Closer to the truth than she planned to reveal. He smirked, his tongue tracing unintelligible patterns along her skin.

  “This little patch—” he circled the square on her hip with the very tip of his finger, making her gulp a breath at the soft touch “—is like the pill, right?” She nodded as he dropped his lips to kiss around the patch, worshiping it for the possibilities it allowed.

  “Good,” he sighed. Grabbing her hips to hold her still, he plunged into her to the hilt in one fast movement. She screamed, an octave higher than the howl rumbling from his chest, vibrating against her breasts.

  She shuddered at the invasion, filled fuller than Santa’s sack. Her eyes watered, her lips twitching in complete satisfaction. The rightness of the moment rolled over her; the completeness of being so close to Eric burned in her chest. She’d never felt so loved, cherished, adored as she did in this moment. Better than any night with Josh.

  “Callie.” His voice was rough above her, restrained longing and concern dotting his words. He pulled out of her, slipping slowly from her until only the very head of his cock remained, resting at her entrance. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks and falling to the sheets. His fingers brushed down their salty trails, gathering the moisture and soothing her with the caress of his fingertips. “No, it’s just this…” She swallowed, her words as ragged as last year’s toy. “This night…I…”

  His lips descended on hers, swallowing her avowal, concurring with the sweet swipe of his tongue. His kiss calmed her, assuring her he understood, he agreed, even if she didn’t know how to form the words.

  He thrust back into her, plunging deep, hard, as if he were driving home. Callie arched up, meeting his thrust the best she could in her bindings. Each impalement added to the heat and pleasure gathering in her core, coiling tighter, shuddering faster, tempered only by the sadness she couldn’t completely relieve.

  Tonight would be her last time to be with Eric. The last night to feel this impassioned, this loved, this cherished. She turned her head aside, camouflaging two fresh tears as they raced down her cheeks.

  Eric roared helplessly, every nerve in his body zapping with electricity. Fire billowed down his spine. Her pussy was tight, hot, wet, like warm figgy pudding. Being inside her was the best thing he’d ever felt. Right. Perfect. Where he should have been for far too long.

  The words crawled up his throat, threatening to drop out like Santa from the chimney, unprepared and unexpected. Yet unlike the gifts Santa delivered, Eric wasn’t sure the words would be as joyously received. Did she want love from him? Did she want commitment? Or was this only about sex? About having someone she felt comfortable enough with to be so uninhibited? She’d just broken off a long relationship. The bitter, soul-crushing breakup had ripped apart her confidence. Could she be ready for such commitment and emotion again?

  Eric’s hands explored her flushed body, capturing her breasts, massaging them, pulling on the hard cranberry tips until she quivered. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the spicy vanilla scent dappled along her skin.

  At least for tonight she was his. For tonight he had her under his control, the power to illustrate how he loved her, to brand her forever with pleasure.

  “Come,” he commanded directly into her ear, feeling her shiver beneath him, her pussy clenching at the order.

  “No.” Her words were harsh, spit out between moans as he nibbled her neck, biting just enough to adorn her with his teeth.

  Eric pulled back, amazed. He’d never heard a woman deny her orgasm. Not when she was so close. Not when she wanted it so much.

  It shouldn’t surprise him. Everything about being with Callie was different, how much he felt, how much emotion she created within him. No other woman had ever pushed him so far, sawing at his control the whole way, and making him love every second of it.

  “No?” he questioned, plunging back into her, fast, deep, making her back arch and her legs shake.

  “Why not?” He increased the depth of his plunge, forcing her to feel every inch of him. He slammed into her, enjoying each whimper and moan. The returning challenge filled her eyes, an expression he hadn’t seen in six months.

  “I want you to come with me.”

  Eric smiled, his heart throbbing. His arms shook as he moved farther over her, meeting her gaze. He swirled his hips, shifting to touch places deep inside no one else had. She bit down on her full bottom lip, fighting to keep from screaming out, drawing a snicker from him that morphed into a howl as her pussy gripped him tight. “Whatever the lady wants.”

  He sped up his thrusts, gritting his teeth as she quivered around him, slamming into her to the hilt as her thighs clasped him. Her tiny toes danced behind his knees, curling against him as she cried her pleasure. His vision turned black as his ears filled with the pounding of his blood and the echo of her screams. His balls tingled, tight and hard, like peppermints.

  “Please.” Her wrists twisted, the very tips of her fingers stroking the crook of his hips, pushing him over the edge. He thrust into her fast, hard, demanding. He screamed, bells ringing in his ears, lights glistening in front of his eyes as bright and beautiful as a fully decorated Christmas tree.

  Her long, silky legs rubbed along his hips, shifting restlessly as she blubbered his name, shattering beneath him. Her pussy rippled around him, each clasp like another present under the Christmas tree, a gift she gave him and he returned as he bucked through every echoing spasm.

  Eric slumped down on her, sweaty skin to sweaty skin. The velvet ribbon, still wrapped around her, clung to his chest and stomach, stimulating his skin with its satin brush. He needed to untie her, he wanted to, to feel her arms encircling him, her fingers combing through his hair, exploring his back, but he didn’t have the energy to move, content and satisfied as he’d never been before.

  Beneath him Callie sighed, her body soft and replete. She nuzzled her head into the arch of his neck, placing one sweet kiss against his skin.

  Eric’s heart thumped, his chest tight and tender. He’d finally found home. Everything he ever wanted, everything he ever needed in one astonishing redheaded present, wrapped with a velvet bow. She was the best Christmas gift he’d ever received, and he didn’t plan on letting her go.

  Chapter Five

  They slept in a tangle, one of his legs pushed between hers, his arm wrapped around her chest, one large hand capturing her breast as if staking a claim. Her supple back pressed into his che
st. The smell of sex surrounded them, filling the room.

  Eric smiled, slowly waking. He’d never felt so good in his life. Sure, the night had been filled with mind-blowing sex, but it was more than that. He’d felt more, enjoyed himself more than he had with any other woman. Because he was with Callie.

  She was amazing in every way. He’d never been with a woman as giving, loving, and responsive as she’d been last night.

  And he had no intention of losing her.

  Beside him, she shifted in her sleep until his cock was cradled between the cheeks of her silky butt. His dick, already hard, stiffened further. He groaned, soft and low, and was rewarded with the gentle song of her laughter. Sweet as a child’s on Christmas morning.

  The little vixen was awake. She was doing this on purpose. Two could play at that game. He gripped her breast tight, kneading, rubbing against her nipple until it was hard and attentive against his palm. She sighed beside him. Her body bucked, riding his thick thigh between her legs. Her fingers gripped the sheet cresting her shoulder, decapitating several snowmen as she released a long, keening cry.

  Eric’s heart heated and glowed, brighter than Rudolph’s nose. After last night, their spots on the naughty list were no doubt sealed. Her quieting sighs of completion filled his ears. Yet not enough. He already wanted to hear her whimper and moan again. He planned to spend all Christmas Day making her come over and over, any way he liked, every way she wanted.

  Callie pulled back from him, her red hair brilliant in the full morning sun. The smile on her kiss-swollen lips mirrored the brightness of her glittering green eyes. She looked liked a rumpled angel, hair tousled, skin still flushed pink from their loving last night. She stretched her arms above her head, a satisfied sigh slipping from her lips, like that of a woman who’d spent all night long in bed with a lover. If Eric had anything to say about it, that look was going to become permanent.

  She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. A chaste expression, given all they’d shared, but he felt so good he didn’t care what she did as long as he got to pick next.