Mrs. Claus

by Amanda Lanclos

  “That doesn’t sound so bad either.”

  “If I’m finally getting you back, I won’t let our first time be against the kitchen table,” he says standing up and taking a half step backwards.

  Glancing down, I notice the way his red velvet pants are tented, making my mouth water and my red panties soaking wet.

  “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll forget about trying to be a gentleman,” he growls.

  Sliding my hands up his chest, gripping the white t-shirt, I reply, “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

  Brandon gives me that little smirk I love. “Ohh, Mrs. Claus is a bad girl. I think someone just got moved to the naughty list,” he says before throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my ass. I yelp as he turns and heads towards my bedroom, making sure the front door is locked on his way.

  Inside my room, he gently sets me down on my bed. “This okay?” he asks, looking for reassurance.

  “Yes.”

  He joins me on the bed, stretching his long body out atop mine. Our lips meet in the middle once more, a kiss that starts slow, but still packs quite a punch. When his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, a shudder rips through my body. I gasp, and Brandon wastes no time taking advantage of my open mouth. The kiss goes from slow and sensual to toe curling in a matter of seconds.

  Except…

  “What’s the matter?” he asks, noticing my hesitation.

  “It’s just…the beard. It itches,” I answer, trying not to laugh. When my words seem to permeate the lust clouding his brain, Brandon lets up a hearty laugh.

  “It itches, does it? You should try having this shit glued to your face repeatedly,” he says, goodheartedly, before running the beard along the column of my neck.

  “That’s kind of nice,” I murmur softly with a gasp.

  “Yeah?” he asks as he continues his trek down my torso, pushing up the dress as he goes. It tickles immensely when he kisses my stomach, but there’s something greatly erotic about it as well.

  His mouth is hot and wet as he finally makes his way to the junction between my legs, which automatically open for him. “I’ve been thinking about this red thong since I saw you standing in that office.” His voice is deep and husky, which sets my blood on fire.

  “While you were around the kids? That’s a little creepy, Santa.”

  “You have no idea, Mrs. Claus. I’ve been hiding hard-ons since the first day I saw you in that dress.”

  “Really?”

  “Fuck, yes,” he says before sliding his tongue over the lace at the exact place I ache for him.

  “So this isn’t a little weird? You’re dressed as Santa, I’m dressed as Mrs. Claus?”

  “Do you think it’s weird?” he asks, removing his mouth and gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes.

  Instead of answering in words, I shake my head. “There’s something kind of hot about it.”

  “Let me show you what this getup has done to me for the last five weeks,” he says before lowering his mouth back onto my swollen flesh. Even with the scrap of coarse material between us, the friction and warmth of his mouth feels amazing.

  This Santa fantasy thing is hot…

  Back In My Arms For Christmas

  Everything has led up to this moment.

  Noel back in my arms.

  Or, more specifically, beneath me.

  My mouth waters to devour her, my brain completely lost by her scent. She’s whimpering beneath me, and I haven’t even removed those sinful red panties yet.

  Ever so slowly, I push the scrap of material aside and feast on her swollen, wet flesh. She’s so hot and tastes exactly as I remember. My tongue is everywhere, licking and tasting and savoring the very essence of this woman. My cock is throbbing something fierce in these horrible red pants, but he’s just going to have to wait. First, I’ll make her come with my mouth. Then, I’ll make her come with my cock.

  “Jesus,” she whimpers, grinding herself against my face, chasing the orgasm I know is barreling down on her at Mach speed.

  “No, just Santa,” I quip, but my lame humor falls on deaf ears.

  It only takes one finger sliding inside of her body to cause her to detonate like some sort of beautiful Christmas wrapped bomb. Her eyes are closed and I’m completely transfixed on her beauty as she rides out wave after wave of her orgasm. When there’s nothing left but tremors, her stunning blue eyes finally open and collide with mine. It’s right then and there that I feel it.

  Love.

  I’ve been in love with this woman from the first moment my eyes caught sight of her, and it has never gone away. Even through the years of being apart, it’s been there, dormant and waiting. Waiting for her to return. And now that she’s here, in my arms, I know there will never be another woman. She’s my forever.

  Slowly, I remove the dress she’s wearing. “I almost wish I weren’t taking this off,” I quip with a smirk.

  “Gotta thing for crushed red velvet do you?” she retorts with her own ornery smile.

  “I gotta thing for you. And since I’m playing the part of Santa, then I definitely have a thing for you wearing this dress. Maybe we should leave it all on,” I add as she glances down and takes in my own outfit.

  “Maybe next time, big boy. I want to feel your body against mine right now.”

  Deal. Done. Finished.

  When she’s stripped down to nothing but the lace bra and panty set, I finally remove my jacket and the white tee I wear beneath it. Fortunately, the boots are the pull-on variety, so after kicking those off, I’m able to work on the drawstring on the pants.

  “How did you get out of the fat suit so quickly?” she asks, staring at my chest.

  “I was just starting to undress when Sheila knocked on the door. She mentioned you weren’t feeling well and left right away. I didn’t finish undressing, just pulled the pants tight, threw back on the jacket, and ran out the door.”

  “Did she see you?” Noel asks, her eyes wide.

  “Oh yeah,” I reply, laughing. “She had this knowing smile on her face when I ran by too, like she knew there was something brewing between us.”

  “Really?”

  “She winked when I went by,” I say before dropping my pants.

  My black boxers are tented, and at this point, are only in the way, so I drop them along with those horrible pants.

  “Wow,” she whispers, her eyes locked on my groin.

  Not wanting to waste another second with her, I climb back up her body, unhooking her bra as I go. When we’re laying together, skin on skin, my need to touch her becomes too great. My hands are everywhere, slow and precise, relearning every curve, every inch of her delectable body.

  “You feel so amazing. Better than I remember,” I confess, as I make my way down to the junction of her legs. It’s time to lose those panties. “Are these expensive?” I ask, toying with the flimsy string at her right hip.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “Good,” I say, just before ripping them from her body. Her gasp is one of shock and pleasure, and it’s the sweetest music to my ears.

  “That’ll cost you,” she shoots back, her legs wrapping around my waist.

  “You can bill me, Counselor.”

  Bending down, I take her lips again in another bruising kiss. My cock is throbbing, lying heavily against her stomach, waiting. Noel’s legs tighten around my waist, shifting until I feel her wetness against me.

  And that’s when it hits me.

  I don’t have my wallet.

  “Shit,” I grumble, dropping my forehead to rest against hers.

  “What?”

  “I don’t have my wallet. I left in such a hurry, I left my pants at the community center.” My eyes connect with hers. “I don’t have protection.”

  “I have some,” she says softly.

  “You do?” Instantly, I’m thinking about all the other assholes she’s been with since I walked away. It’s a picture that floods my mind, and brings me absolutely no comfort.
I know there’s no way she’s been celibate since our time together, and Lord knows I haven’t been, but that doesn’t mean I want to actually think about some other jackwad’s hands all over my Noel. Jealousy is a mean bitch.

  She turns and reaches for her nightstand. Inside the small drawer, I spot three foil packages. Noel takes the first one and flips it over, reading the back. “Okay, they’re still good,” she says, handing me the rubber.

  My eyebrows arch as I gaze down at her beautiful face.

  “Umm, I’ve had them for a while, so I just needed to make sure they were still okay,” she says, her face blushing a fierce shade of pink.

  “Define a while.”

  She clears her throat, a sign I know she’s nervous. “Two years.”

  “Two years?” Why does that make me happy? Because I’m a jealous asshole, that’s why.

  “Yeah.”

  Without saying another word, I bend down and take her lips once again. My hand reaches for the package, and without breaking contact with her sweet, intoxicating mouth, I sheath myself in the protection.

  Noel’s arms wrap around my neck as I slowly move to her entrance. Our eyes lock and I wait for her silent approval before I slowly push inside. She’s hot, tight, and so fucking wet that it takes all the strength I possess to keep from ramming home and claiming this woman.

  Instead, I move deliberately, slowly, and smoothly, while keeping my eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her eyes are glassy, a look of pure ecstasy written on her face. My pace starts to quicken, and she meets me thrust for thrust.

  Eventually, my body’s need for release becomes too great to ignore. I feel her start to grip my shaft, tightening with each drive. Her nails score my back as she moans in pleasure. I’m unable to hold back any longer as I slam into her sweet pussy once, twice, three times until she’s gripping me so tightly my eyes cross.

  It’s my name that slips from her lips like a curse and a calling, all at the same time. It’s what drives me to claim those lips as I finally let go. The base of my spine starts to tingle as I thrust into her one last time. I’m completely still as I come for what feels like days, aftershocks of pure pleasure rendering my body boneless.

  “Wow,” she whispers, mimicking her earlier response.

  I’m lying on top of her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her hand absently toys with the hairs on my neck as I struggle to get my breathing under control. “Mmmhmm.”

  I nuzzle her neck, which results in a giggle. “That tickles.”

  What? I almost ask aloud, when suddenly, I realize I’m still sporting the Santa beard. Funny how you get so used to having some itchy dead animal glued to your face that you completely forget it’s there.

  Laughing, I slide my jaw against the exposed column of her neck once more. “You don’t like it?”

  “Actually,” she starts before hesitating.

  “Actually…”

  “I do kind of like it. Maybe not the gray factor, but the roughness is kind of hot. It reminds me of when we were in school and studying for finals. You didn’t shave for a week.”

  “And you liked it,” I recall, getting momentarily lost in the pleasure of the memory.

  “I did.”

  “Maybe I’ll grow a beard,” I suggest, kissing down her throat and across her collarbone.

  “I wouldn’t argue if you did,” she whispers, gasping as the beard tickles her chest. “Just not as long as this one.”

  “Definitely not as long as this one,” I confirm, making my way to her nipples. “Mmmm,” I groan, lavishing each peak with plenty of attention. “I have an idea. Why don’t we take off the beard. Then we can shower. Together.”

  “I like that idea,” she chirps, sliding her leg up my thigh and swinging it over my ass.

  “I can tell.”

  Together, we head to the shower, where Noel helps me remove the final traces of my Santa appearance. And I help her remove the lingering traces of doubt that may remain, because I’m not going anywhere.

  Not now.

  Not ever.

  I’m right where I belong, and that’s with my little Christmas angel in my arms.

  Christmas Eve Redo

  Christmas Eve

  We meet in the hallway one last time as we prepare to enter the auditorium of the community center. It’s hard to believe that only five short weeks ago, we were thrown in to this mess together. Well, he was thrown in. I was blackmailed. But anyway, the point is, I couldn’t imagine any of this happening before that fateful court date.

  Maybe I should be thankful he ran over that Barbie doll and accosted an elderly woman.

  Brandon’s already waiting for me, looking ever so handsome in his costume. No, I would never say I’d find Santa so attractive, but when it’s this one particular man, well, all bets are off. Santa is smokin’ hot.

  “Wow, Mrs. Claus, I do believe you look downright naughty in that dress today,” he whispers, taking in the shorter and sparklier dress of the two in the closet.

  “Why thank you, Mr. Claus. I happen to believe you’re not looking so bad yourself,” I say, grabbing that thick black belt and tugging it until it’s perfectly centered.

  “You know, I think there’s a supply closet down the hall. We could sneak away and maybe have a quickie. I’ve had this image of you bent over a table and I can’t get it out of my mind,” Brandon wiggles his bushy eyebrows, making me laugh hard.

  “Sorry, big guy, but the kids are waiting.”

  “Damn,” he mumbles before placing a sweet kiss on my still-swollen lips. From the moment we woke Sunday morning, neither of us have been able to keep our hands off each other. We ended up spending the entire day at my apartment, wrapping presents, snuggling on the couch, watching television, or naked and working our way through the box of condoms he ran out and purchased. It has been a wonderful, exhausting twenty-four hours.

  Walking down the hall, hand-in-hand, I turn and face the man I’m pretty sure I’m still in love with. “I’m sorry I made you work with kids.”

  His eyebrow raises and he gives me a questioning look. “I’m not. It was the best punishment I could have ever received. It gave me you.”

  “Yeah, but it also got you peed on, almost puked on, snotted on, and I stopped counting after the thirty-fifth time someone yanked on your fake beard.”

  “I did, but do you know what? It wasn’t so bad. I’ll admit, I wasn’t looking forward to any of this, but I don’t know, this whole Santa thing wasn’t so terrible.” He steps forward and wraps his arms around me. I try to return the gesture, but the fat suit beneath his jacket makes it a little difficult. “And it got me thinking.”

  “About?”

  “The baby.”

  I swallow hard. “There was no baby,” I whisper.

  “I know, but if there were, she would have been the cutest little blonde with big thick ringlets in her hair and the brightest blue eyes, just like her mother.”

  Tears gather in the corners of my eyes. “You think?”

  Brandon runs his nose along the side of mine. “I know. And if I’m ever given the chance to be in that situation again, I’d show you just how excited I’d be for you to carry my child. I’d tell you every day how much I love you and how lucky I am that you chose me.”

  “You love me?” I whisper, the tears clogging my throat and making it hard to breathe.

  “More than I could have ever imagined. Five years hasn’t changed a damn thing,” he answers, kissing the corner of my lips. “In fact, it made me love you even more.”

  “I love you too,” I confirm, knowing that I mean those words with every beat of my heart.

  “Then let’s go see the kids one last time. It’s Christmas Eve, you know.”

  “I do know.”

  “This might come as a shock to you, so brace yourself. Even though I look just like him…” Brandon glances around to make sure no one is within earshot. “I’m not the real Santa.”

  I gasp, playing along with his big reveal. �
�You’re not?”

  “No. In fact, as soon as the clock hits three, I’m jobless until January second. My law firm always closes for the holidays. For the last few years, I’ve always spent the time playing golf or taking a trip to avoid all that merriment crap. But not this year.”

  “No?”

  “Nope, I have a delivery to make. I heard you were a naughty Mrs. Claus and so I have something special wrapped up just for you.”

  “You do? What is it?”

  Dropping his voice, he whispers, “It’s in my pants.”

  Laughter bubbles from my throat, and his quickly follows.

  “Seriously, I don’t have any plans except to spend as much of the holidays as I can with you.” He places a firm kiss squarely on my lips.

  “I’d like that.”

  “Good,” he says, taking my hand and leading me towards the entrance, “because you’re not getting away from me this time around. You gave me a second chance, and I’m damn sure not going to fuck it up.”

  “I’m going to my parents’ house for Christmas tomorrow.”

  “Fine. I’ll go too.”

  “My grandma will probably want to pinch your butt.”

  “It’s a nice butt. I wouldn’t blame her.”

  “She always liked you,” I say with a smile.

  “I really liked her. Your entire family, as a matter of fact. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to accompany you to visit your family tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” I can’t stop smiling.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, grabbing the handle to open the door.

  “As I’ll ever be,” I confirm.

  “Mrs. Claus?” he asks, moments before pulling it open.

  “Yes?”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I reply, a wide smile on my face that matches his.

  My Noel

  She looks up at me with so much love in her eyes that it hurts. It’s a look I hope to always see written within those hypnotic blue orbs. How in the hell did I get so lucky?

  Before I open the door, I steal one last kiss from the woman who owns me. Hell, I’m not just talking about now, but for years. From the first moment I saw her in the library (You know, when she told me to get lost?) to now, and all the years we were apart in between, there’s never been anyone but her. And I’m damn lucky she took the chance on me once again.