by Fox, Logan
“Oh God,” she moans, squeezing the hell out of her breast as she stares down at where I’m buried balls-deep inside her. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I sound a bit out of breath already, but I know it’s just the tightness in my chest.
“Fuck, yes.” Her eyes flutter as I draw out and thrust hard into her again.
She slips off her heels, landing flat on the bed. Which I take as my cue to begin fucking her in earnest.
Holly
My hands flail for something — anything — to hold onto. These goddamn silky sheets have me sliding all over the bed. Which means that, although Josh is fucking me as hard as he can, half of that momentum is lost in transit.
I’m no physics major or anything, but I’m reasonably sure that an object moving at a certain velocity will fuck a motionless object much harder than if said object wasn’t sliding over a silk coverlet.
I find the headboard. Wrap my fingers around the top.
And hold on for dear life.
Josh stares down, getting the full-frontal R-Rated version of this flick. Which pisses me off, but allows me to close my eyes and surrender to the bliss of him forcing his cock inside me as hard and deep as he can.
He builds to this insane, rocking rhythm that has me moaning and groaning like someone who’s just come off their diet and decided to make a stop at Mackie-D’s before going home.
Yeah, I’m that fucking out of my mind aroused.
My head starts bumping against the headboard. Josh leans forward, wrestles a pillow free and shoves it behind my head.
“Oh my fucking God!” Which is me trying to tell Josh how this new and very exciting angle is upping the ante.
I think he gets it.
His fingers fold over mine, crushing them to the wood. He dips his head, snatching up my mouth with his and forcing a rough, bruising kiss on me as he pounds against my pelvis.
His teeth catch my bottom lip, teasing that tender flesh between them before he moves down my throat, bites my collarbone, and nibbles on my nipples.
I buck under him.
He groans loud enough for me to feel those vibrations on my boobs.
I shudder, buck again, and begin meeting him thrust for thrust.
“No,” he moans, lifting his mouth back to mine. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the fucking point.” I draw back, catching a flicker of his eyes as he experiences something I can only hope is as transcendental as what I’m feeling right now.
“Not yet.”
This is practically a growl.
God, if that’s the case, then he should stop saying shit like that because I think I just came a little again.
Joshua
Holly writhes and bucks under me, completely disregarding my order for her stop. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she had somewhere else to be.
Maybe she does.
Well, tough cookies.
“Stop it,” I manage through gritted teeth.
If I didn’t control our speed, angle of thrust, grinding of pelvises, the whole shebang… then there would be no telling when I climaxed. But it would probably be within the next five minutes.
And now that I had this rainbow-haired mermaid naked, spread, and titty-bouncing on my bed, I wasn’t about to let her go.
“Ah,” Holly says, her eyes sliding closed as she shivers deliciously around my dick.
Enough is enough.
I land a slap on her ass. Not hard, mind you — just enough to get her attention.
It does. But it also makes her moan like a goddamn harpy, and that sound alone almost sends me plummeting off the cliff.
I jerk out, tensing in expectation of spewing cum all over her pretty little legs, but someone’s definitely on my side tonight — I manage, barely, to contain myself.
Holly’s legs slide against mine as she squirms and wriggles around under me.
“Josh, get back. Josh.”
She sounds as petulant as a damn kid asking after her allowance. So, instead of ‘getting back,’ I grab her hips and flip her over. She lets out a surprised gasp and immediately shoves her ass in the air.
Good God, what a view.
My dick jumps up as if it’s straining to get back inside that wet hole of hers. And I won’t deny it any longer, the poor thing.
I get to my knees, use my thumbs to wrench Holly open, and bury myself as deep inside her as I can go.
She moans, pushes back into me, and glances at me over her shoulder.
“Hard, Josh.”
“Harder?” I’d already been giving her my everything… what the hell else did she want?
Her eyes flutter. “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before.”
I stare at her.
She shudders and tightens around my dick as she lowers her head onto my bed, giving me a last, petulant simper over her shoulder.
“You scared?”
Holly
I love doggy style. Love it, love it, love it. I keep telling Josh this, but I don’t think he can hear me right now ‘cos he’s got this far-off look in his eyes, and his jaw is all bunched like he’s concentrating real hard.
I hope he’s not thinking about work again.
His fingers fold into my hip bones. He uses that leverage to start jerking me back into him, forcing me to meet his every thrust.
So now I can’t talk anymore. All I can do is moan and whine like a cat in a washing machine.
Tumble dryer?
Oven.
I don’t know, something.
My nipples are sliding over whatever the fuck silk or satin he has on his bed, and that feeling alone is fucking slaying me. Now add to that the pounding Josh is handing out? Goddamn, I’m in heaven.
One of his hands breaks free to run over my ass.
Does he like it?
It was always too big for my liking. And don’t even get me started on cellulite. Ick. But when I look behind, he’s staring down at it like he’s considering eating whipped cream from it.
Mmm… I wonder if he has a can of cream in his fridge.
Josh rakes his nails over my ass and then slips his hand over my hip bone.
I gasp when he touches my clit.
And then I start slamming back into him.
Okay, I’m not going to last much longer. I’ve been holding off as long as I can, but if he’s going to be strumming me like Cobain making love to his guitar, then I’m finished.
“Fuck, Josh, I’m so close,” I manage through desperate pants.
“How close?” Still not looking at me. Still transfixed on my ass and the in-out thrusting of his cock.
“Fucking close.”
“Me too.” His voice is strained now.
His fingers pick up speed. He fetches some lube from the abundance of it oozing out from me and smears it over my clit.
He rams into me — so fucking hard I’m left breathless — and then pulls out completely.
I stay with my ass in the air, shivering with the ecstatic expectation of him driving himself back into me… but then I just feel breath on my ass instead.
I glance around.
Josh is staring at me, mouth open as he sucks air into his lungs.
“What?” I whisper.
He bites into my ass and then flicks his fingers at me.
“Get over here.”
Josh
Holly turns around, confusion drawing furrows between her eyebrows. I grab the back of her knees and tug her closer. The base of my cock slams into her, earning me a delicious groan. I urge her up, teasing her legs around me so she’s straddling me.
I back her up into the headboard.
She moans at me, her lips parting and her eyes closing. I kiss her bottom lip as I dip my hips and slowly slide my dick into her again.
God, but it’s starting to feel all kinds of familiar-good in there. Like my favorite shoes.
Holly murmurs something unintelligible as I slowly kiss her. She’s not responding to t
hat kiss, just moving her lips as if in silent prayer. I begin fucking her as slowly and gently as I can manage.
Nibble at her mouth.
Run my tongue over her teeth.
I slide my arm around the back of her head, cradling it. The other goes around her waist, holding her tight.
Urging her up against me as I thrust into her.
After two rounds, she begins riding me.
Her clit slides over my pelvis, leaving wetness in its wake. She’s shuddering uncontrollably now, her eyes sealed shut as if they’d never open again.
I kiss her ear, teasing it with my teeth.
No reaction.
Try kissing her again.
Nothing.
She’s gone into a fuck-coma.
I release her waist and slide my hand between us.
She’s still bucking up against me, slow and steady, but the instant I touch her clit with my thumb, those obsidian eyes of hers fly open.
“Oh,” she says, all quiet-like, as if she’s just remembered she left the iron on.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, just as calmly, in case anything above a whisper might trigger both our orgasms before we’re ready.
She makes a strange, keening noise. Her legs grip me hard, and her bucking becomes hard. A hollow forms in her throat, the cords in her neck standing proud.
Her hips slam into the headboard as I thrust into her.
She’s staring at me, mouth open, jaw jutting out. I yank her hair, keeping her head still as I lean forward and kiss her.
Her hips slam against the wood, wet with sweat. That keening of hers is louder now. Her hands grab my pecs, her nails digging in.
She’s thrusting against me as hard as I am against her.
I can’t breathe anymore. She’s all around me — her legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders now. Her hands in my hair, her nails in my scalp.
I’m crushing her mouth, but she’s pressing into me like she wants even more.
I try, but I’m giving her everything.
Every—fucking—thing.
Holly
He’s so deep inside me, filling me, stretching me around him. There’s no space he hasn’t filled — he has my mouth, my pussy, everything.
But I want more. I want to feel him coming inside me.
Those strokes on my clit become hard, tearing me apart. My muscles are so tight, I can barely fuck him back, but I’m trying. I’m trying so hard I can hear myself screaming in the back of my throat.
Josh slams into me hard enough to eviscerate my breath.
He bites my lip.
And then I’m coming so hard, I can’t feel anything else except that blinding pleasure. That aching, tearing bliss searing through me.
I hear Josh groaning deep in his throat. Feel pressure as he forces me hard against the headboard. The muscles in his shoulders tighten, shivering under my hands.
My clit’s screaming in agony, but I don’t want him to stop. His hand goes around the back of my throat, gripping me bruise-hard. His mouth is still against mine, and the breath he releases pours hot and violent over my lips.
As hot and violent as the load his cock pours into me.
I shudder, going limp. But he holds me, thrusting into me again, pinning me against the wood.
A last time, keeping me propped up.
And then he slowly lets me slide down.
The sheets are damp, sticking to my skin. But he cradles me, drawing me down until I’m lying under him. He’s so heavy, so hot on top of me.
And he’s still inside me, pulsing.
I finally manage to open my eyes. He’s staring at me all confused-like with a frown between his dark eyebrows.
“What?” My voice quavers.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. He shakes his head and lowers his forehead against mine. “Just… fuck.”
Josh
I roll off Holly — I don’t want to crush those birdlike bones of hers — and slide my hand under her neck.
She lifts her knees, rocking side to side on the bed as her eyes slide closed. Her hand glides over my pecs and cups the side of my face.
Smiling, she turns to me. Her legs bump against mine. For a moment we just stare at each other, both of us still out of breath and shimmering with almost-sweat.
“Round two?” she asks.
I laugh. “In an hour, maybe.”
She pouts at me, and I squeeze her thigh.
“Thirty minutes?” I say, cringing in expectation of a reply.
She shrugs, glancing away as she swipes the back of her hand over her face. Her elfin hair clings damply to her face and neck.
“So you really didn’t have plans for Christmas?”
Shit, I’d forgotten she’d been in earshot when I’d admitted that to Mr. Hill.
I blink.
“I didn’t, no.” My voice is still thick with post-coital tension. I clear my throat, and trail my fingers between her breasts, lingering over her bellybutton and then teasing the cerulean curls above her clit. I dip my head, pressing my lips to her ears. “But I’ve decided I’m going to sleep in.”
“In what?”
“In you.”
She giggles then, and it’s probably the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Okay, it could be that post-coital bliss thing. But hey, I’m trying to live in the moment, remember? And somehow I’ve managed to trap an elf in my bed.
Well I’ll be damned. Guess I’m having a Holly jolly Christmas after all.
The End
Let it Snow
I
’Twas the Night Before Christmas
Elle
Elle tapped the side of her glass with her nail. There was almost nothing left, how she’d been chewing at it, but she’d taken the time this morning to file it down and varnish it. She’d made sure it matched her outfit — or, at least, the pink blouse she wore as part of her outfit. Her suit was a neutral tan — her high heels matching perfectly.
Sam hated this suit. He also hated the blouse — had told her it was too frilly and girly for her.
He also hated it when she wore heels, because then he’d had to look at her.
He hated a lot of things. One of which, she was pretty damn sure, was her.
Her hand trembled slightly when she lifted the wine glass to her lips. He was late. Probably not on purpose — traffic here had been terrible. She’d had to take a taxi — her car was still in the shop — and the cab driver had been just as irritated as her when they’d come to a screeching halt a few blocks from the restaurant. She’d decided to get out and walk; she hadn’t wanted to be late.
Hadn’t wanted Sam to come in, see she wasn’t here, and leave.
Because he’d do that.
And she wouldn’t be able to do this again. To gather what little courage she could and—
“Can I bring you another, ma’am?”
Elle jerked, turning wide eyes to the waiter standing beside her.
Her wine glass was empty. When had that happened? She managed a shake of her head, which somehow turned into a nod, and the man disappeared as effortlessly as he’d managed.
Elle shifted in her seat, glancing around through her lashes. She’d only been to the Golden Goose restaurant twice before. It was one of the one’s Sam swore never to return to after a bad experience with his Napoletana. She’d quite liked their lasagne bisque, even if they could have gone a little easier on the béchamel.
Dammit, what the hell was she doing, thinking about béchamel?
Admittedly, it was better than staring at the towering Christmas tree. The one that gloated at her as its golden baubles glittered and gleamed in the restaurant’s low light.
’Twas the night before Christmas…
But it was now or never.
She straightened her spine, let out a long, slow breath, and mentally ran through her script. Again.
Look, Sam, I know about her, okay? There’s no use trying to deny it. I know. And you know what? I don’t care. I did, obvi
ously, at first. But I don’t anymore. Because I realized something, Sam. I realized that, even if I hadn’t found out, that—
“Ma’am?”
She glared up at the waiter. Couldn’t they put a damn bell on the guy, or something? He didn’t seem to notice — or care — about her irritation. Setting the glass down and taking away her empty, he paused.
“Are you ready to order?”
“I’m waiting for someone,” Elle said, her voice tight with indignation. As if she’d come to a restaurant alone! What kind of—
“Will your partner be joining you shortly?”
“He was already—” she cut off what she’d been going to say, let out another unsteady breath, and said, “—yes. Shortly.”
“It’s just, we have a couple waiting for a table.” Elle’s eyes tracked across the restaurant to where the maitre d pointed. In one of the restaurant’s georgous alcoves, sat an unlikely pair — the man neat as a pin and dressed in a dark suit. Beside him, a hippy of a girl with multicoloured hair and the kind of clothing that only looked amazing on mannequins…and, well, her.
The waiter nodded, his eyes fluttering just enough to tell her that he’d seen enough desperate causes to know she was one of them.
Elle realized she was tapping the side of the glass again, and made herself stop.
I know, all right Sam? There’s no denying it. But it’s fine. Well, no, it’s not fine, but I understand.
Dammit, that wasn’t what she was going to say.
I’m not here to fight. I came here to tell you that it’s over, okay? It’s over Sam. And it probably has been for a long time. I just didn’t realize it. Maybe you didn’t either. Either way, we’re through. So now all we have to figure out is—
“You’re early.” Sam’s voice snapped her from her thoughts like a whip to her rump.
She tried forcing her shoulders to relax, but could only watch the man from the corner of her eyes as he came around the table and seated himself opposite her.