Stocking Stuffers: A Five Story Christmas Anthology

by E. J. Darling

  Nash’s mouth is fucking magic and I chant his name into the pillow. We haven’t even fucked, and I’m ruined.

  I have no shame as I grind my pussy against his mouth. He plunges a finger inside me, and my body tightens around him as he fucks me, slowly dragging that thick digit in and out. I move my hips up, chasing his finger as he pulls it out of my wet heat. Before I can protest, I feel pressure against my back hole.

  My body tenses. I’ve never had a guy stick his finger in my ass before, but the thought sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I will myself to relax as I feel his moistened finger circle my back entrance and push inside. I grip the pillow at the flash of pain as he penetrates that tight muscular ring. My ass clenches at the invasion, and I unleash a long muffled groan. He fills me in a way that’s so dirty, yet I crave more. I love that delicious burn and rock my hips to force him to move.

  He draws that finger back, slowly, torturously, before pushing back in. I move up and down, meeting his strokes as he continues his slow rhythm. A low rumble rolls out of him, and he finally starts to fuck my ass with his finger, plunging it in and out of me with abandon while his tongue presses down on my clit, kneading it ruthlessly.

  I’m grasping for control over my body, but I have none. My hips come off the bed and start to jerk, pleasure vibrates through me, turning me into a sexual tuning fork. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t…I can’t…an orgasm, more intense than anything I’ve ever had, rips through me. The waves of pleasure have me convulsing until I’m nothing but a limp, boneless body. I shove the pillow aside and struggle to catch my breath.

  Nash slides his finger from my ass and peers up at me with a smirk. “I knew you weren’t entirely sweet. You’re just my kind of naughty.” He crawls up my legs, leaving a trail of kisses. He hesitates, looking at me, his face contorted in a mix of lust and horror. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

  I fling my hand into the drawer of my nightstand, searching frantically, knocking crap to the floor until I grab onto a condom, and toss it in his direction. “Hurry.”

  “Bossy little thing.”

  I look up at the ceiling taking in a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart after that orgasm. I don’t know how he expects me to forget that.

  Nash kicks off his pants and rolls the condom over his erection. He falls over me, his arms braced on either side. “Are you ready?”

  “God, yes.” I lift my head and fuse my mouth with his, tasting myself on his lips.

  His hips pull back and he seats himself inside me before pulling back. I arch into him, pressing my chest to his, and clutch at his shoulders. His cock presses against my walls and he advances slowly, giving me time to adjust around him. My eyelids flutter shut, relishing how completely he fills me. How good it feels. How right it is.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me.” His growled order has me staring to the stormy blue of his eyes. “I want you to know who’s fucking you, Julia. Who gives you what you need.”

  Nash sinks into me, pressing me into the bed, plunging all the way inside, grinding his hips against mine. I try to move my body, to meet his stroke, but his weight keeps me pinned, letting me know he’s in control.

  I fucking love it.

  His hand curls around one of my legs and brings it to his waist as his hips begin to drive into me. I forget about breathing. I forget my own damn name. I can only think about his cock and what it’s doing to my body as he pistons into me hard and fast.

  He’s brutal. Devastating. Overwhelming.

  My nails dig into the muscles of his shoulders as he slams into me, his eyes never leaving mine. I roll my lips together and clamp down, but the moans still escape my throat. Nash fastens a hand over my mouth, stifling me. The only sounds are the slap of flesh meeting flesh and our harsh panting as we struggle to breathe.

  The walls of my pussy flutter and my legs quake. I arch against Nash as another orgasm rips through me, and I tighten around him. His chest rumbles and his movements become more erratic until his body jerks. He stills above me, his forehead resting on mine, as our panted breaths meet between us.

  My heart rate returns to normal and I lean forward and planting light, teasing kisses along the salty skin of his throat.

  “Fuck, Julia.” Nash leans forward, resting his head on my shoulder, his breathing still labored.

  I drag my fingertips in light circles along his back before tracing up the column of his neck and sinking in his damn hair to muss it.

  “Best Christmas present ever.” Nash mumbles into my collarbone and presses his lips to my flesh for a delicate caress. “I can’t move.”

  I give him a playful swat on the ass. “It wasn’t exactly what I asked Santa for, but I’ll take it.”

  With a chaste kiss on the lips, Nash pushes himself up and disappears into the bathroom. I roll on my side and pull the comforter up my body. I can’t believe I just did that. With Nash. Actually, what I can’t believe is how Nash was able to give me the two best orgasms of my life. How am I supposed to just move on and forget this? And more importantly, what does this mean? I’m not ready to forgive him for what he’s done to me, yet being with him felt more right than anything I’d ever known.

  After a few minutes, he crawls under the covers and pulls my back against his front. He wraps his arms around me and lays a lingering kiss to my bare shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper, even as my body relaxes into his. “I thought this was a one time thing.”

  “It’s a one night thing. Santa only gets to come once a year, but I’m going to make sure we both come multiple times before his ass goes back to the North Pole.”

  I push against him, settling myself in his lap and weaving my hands through his, my body moving and adjusting to him on its own accord. This is when I know, despite the merriment of Christmas Eve and the lingering holiday spirit, that I’m in trouble.

  Chapter Eleven

  Nash

  A loud thud startles me awake, I blink my eyes open and peer down at Jules. The pale light streaming in the window tells me I’ve overstayed my welcome, and I need to sneak back to my room. I nuzzle her shoulder blade before giving it a quick kiss.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Bash’s voice crashes through my morning haze.

  I roll away from Jules as fast as I can and push myself up from the bed, immediately take a step back and put my hands up in surrender. I can’t believe I was so stupid to fall asleep in her bed. I’ve never fallen asleep with a woman before. I’d like to blame exhaustion from three vigorous rounds of sex, but really it’s Jules. I didn’t realize how much I’d love holding her while she slept. Being vulnerable to me. Trusting me.

  “It’s not what you think.”

  I realize how pathetic this sounds, but I have no other excuse loaded up. Maybe he’ll believe I mixed up bedrooms in the middle of the night.

  Sebastian’s eyes narrow on me and roam down my body before settling on my crotch. “Not what it looks like, huh? So, you didn’t just fuck my sister?”

  A quick glance down tells me I’m sporting a full morning wood. In front of my best friend. Clearing up any confusion about the fact that I fucked his sister last night. Could this possibly get any worse? I look around for something to cover my dick. Anything at this point would be nice. I’d even take that horrible cat sweater. Where the fuck are my clothes?

  “Nash.” Jules pulls my attention to her as she tosses me a pillow, which I use to hastily cover my shit. Her wide eyes move between Bash and me before she clutches the comforter to her breasts, but not before flashing us each a peek at her dusky pink nipples.

  “Christ.” Bash puts a hand up on the side of his face to block his view of Jules. “Put some fucking clothes on.”

  Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck. Yep, that makes it worse.

  I’m pretty sure walking in on his best friend with a hard dick and his naked sister is Sebastian’s worst nightmare. Maybe second worst nightmare. At least we weren’t still fucking. He may
be scarred for life.

  “So, what’s it going to be, brother? You couldn’t find your room? You tripped and my sister cushioned your fall? You were both freezing to death and had to keep each other warm?” Bash cocks his head as he glares at me. His hands clenched into tight fists at his side and his nostrils flare. I’ve never seen him so pissed, and I can’t say I blame him. In his eyes, I committed the biggest sin there is.

  “It’s my fault. This is on me. Come on, Sebastian,” Jules pleads with him, but he refuses to take his eyes off me.

  I shake my head. We all know who’s to blame. “This isn’t on you, Julia. I knew better. I made a promise to your brother, and I broke it.”

  “You’re damn right you did.” The muscle in his jaw ticks and his eyes flash in anger. “You broke a lot more than just some promise.”

  “What promise? What are you guys talking about?”

  I sigh, running my free hand through my hair. Redemption. Finally, a chance to set things straight. To stop being the bad guy. To tell the truth for once. “I promised Nash ten years ago, I would never touch you.”

  “Ten years ago?” Her brows furrow in confusion.

  I glance at Bash, who’s shaking his head, telling me not to go there. Not to reveal the past. But I’m tired of being weighed down by this secret. It’s time she knows everything.

  “Colby Jenkins, your boyfriend you loved too much. I caught him with his tongue down some girl’s throat.”

  Her eyes widen and she gasps. “You’re lying. There’s no way he would cheat on me. You just beat the shit out of him because you didn’t like him.”

  I hang my head and give it a slight shake before meeting her eyes. “No, Jules. I’d never have done what I did if I hadn’t caught him with another girl. You deserved so much better than that asshole. Still do.”

  “So, that’s really why you—”

  “Yeah.” Sebastian interrupts, advancing further into the room. “He fucking lost it and I knew…I fucking knew right then.”

  Her gaze snaps between us. “Knew what?”

  Fuck. Time to lay it all out here. “He knew I had feelings for you. That’s why I went crazy. I didn’t want you to find out he was cheating on you, so I forced him to end things. It was better for you to think I was a dick than get your heart broken.”

  “And why would Sebastian make you promise not to be with me?” she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself.

  I glance at Sebastian before my eyes settle on Jules. Her eyes are still wide with shock, but she's also examining me with open curiosity. “Because he knew I was no good for you. That I’d only break your heart. It’s why I’ve been such an asshole all these years. It was easier to resist you if you hated me, and that kept me safe. Kept you safe. I’m so sorry, Jules, about everything.”

  “Your apology means nothing. I’m sure you said it countless times over the years before slipping out of all those other beds.” Bash takes a step toward me, forcing me to back up. “You’ll stick your dick in anything with tits. My sister is different. She’s not some fucking plaything you get to fuck around with.”

  “You’re right.” I hold his gaze, my voice rising. “She is more. More than just another notch on my bedpost, more than just a fuck. Why do you think I could never commit to anyone? Why do you think, Bash? No one could fucking compare. I’d have given Jules the world. She’s everything. She always has been. She didn’t deserve some asshole who couldn’t keep it in his pants. She deserves someone who knows how damn special she is and would treat her right. I would have done that. Fuck, Bash, even though I didn’t deserve her, I’d have never used her.”

  Bash and Julia fall into silence, evidently lost in the aftermath of the bomb I just dropped. I can’t find it in me to give a shit. It’s taken ten years, but I pulled my head out of my ass and put my heart on the line. I did the right thing and will accept whatever fate has in store for me. There’s a good chance I just lost them both. But I don’t want to live with any more secrets. I don’t have it in me to pretend anymore.

  Sebastian takes another step toward me and shakes his head. “I’m trying really hard not to punch you in the face right now. You need to get your shit and get the fuck out of here.”

  I glance toward Jules, who looks frozen with shock, and nod. “Yeah. I’ll go.”

  Keeping the pillow tight against my crotch, I edge past Bash. From the doorway, I look at Julia one last time. Her bright amber eyes glisten with unshed tears. She may not want to hear anymore, but I have to say it, at least once.

  “Jules, I love you.”

  And then I’m gone. I’m only half paying attention as I pull on some jeans and a sweater and throw the rest of my stuff in my suitcase. I manage to remember to call a cab. It’s too cold to walk to my parent’s house, and I don’t need frostbite on top of everything else.

  I didn’t do flowers, romance, commitment or any of that other lovey-dovey bullshit, but maybe I want to. Maybe I’m ready to change. Jules has always made me want more. Want to be more.

  It’s too bad I’ll never have the chance.

  The cab honks from outside, and I make my way downstairs. I pause in front of the Christmas tree, take a package out of the front of my suitcase, and slip a present for Julia under her tree.

  “Merry Christmas, sweets.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jules

  I should get up, get dressed, get moving, but I’m still frozen in place on my bed, clutching the comforter to my naked breasts. Sebastian tucked tail and ran off as soon as Nash left. Nash. Fuck. I’m not ready for complicated. I never asked for this. It was supposed to be one night of fun before we both cut strings and pretended nothing ever happened.

  Now what? How can I pretend our night together was meaningless?

  He loves me? He’s always loved me?

  My heart pounds in my chest as it dawns on me. It makes sense. What he did to Colby, how he’s acted all these years, all the women. I just—I just don’t know how to process. I didn’t even think he liked me, let alone loved me.

  I crawl out of bed and throw on a pair of red and black plaid leggings and a white slouchy sweater, and make my way downstairs. Sebastian’s on the couch, hunched forward with his head resting in his hands.

  “I feel like I should say I’m sorry.” I stop in front of him, wringing my hands in front of me. “I didn’t mean to destroy your friendship with Nash.”

  Sebastian raises his head, his eyes full of anguish. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re a grown woman and can do whoever you want.”

  I wince before sitting down next to him. “Neither one of us planned on anything happening. And we definitely didn’t want you to find out.”

  “Well, that makes me feel a whole lot better.”

  “Sorry,” I mumble as I reach out to rub his shoulder.

  He hangs his head, giving it a slight shake, before meeting my eyes. “I think I should be the one apologizing to you.”

  “What?”

  Sebastian pulls a perfectly wrapped present, complete with bow, from the other side of him and places it in my lap.

  With a furrowed brow, I look from the gift and then back to him. “What’s this?”

  “I don’t know.” He sighs and leans back, crossing his feet at the ankles. “I found it when I came downstairs. It’s from Nash.”

  “Nash? I’m surprised you didn’t throw it in the trash.” Or drive over to his parent’s house to throw it back in his face.

  Sebastian chuckles to himself. “I thought about it. You should open it.”

  I drop my gaze to the silver and gold package sitting in my lap. I turn it over in my hands, wondering what in the hell kind of gift Nash would leave for me. Before I can let nerves get the better of me, I strip it open.

  Curious. It looks like some sort of book. I open it and start turning pages before my fingers still and all I can do is stare down in amazement. No, he didn’t. This is incredible. He made a book of the countless Christmas photos I’d taken ov
er the years. Including one of him and Sebastian dressed as angels. He hunted down every copy of that picture and destroyed them, or at least, that’s what I thought.

  Tears fall down, blurring into the paper surrounding the pictures, and I reach up to swipe at them. This is the best, most thoughtful, gift anyone has ever given me.

  “See.” Sebastian nudges me with his elbow before running his hands through his hair. “I think I owe the both of you an apology. I was too blind to see that he really cares about you. I always thought he had this infatuation with you that didn’t go beyond sex. I won’t stand in your way. If you want Nash, go get him. Bring him home for Christmas. I need someone to keep me company while I supervise you making dinner.”

  I hold the album to my chest, over the heart threatening to beat out of my chest. “I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what I want.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  As I clutch onto the sweetest Christmas present ever, given to me by the one man who drives me crazier than anyone else on the planet, I realize I know what I want. Last night changed things for me, changed how I see Nash. Being with him felt right. Safe. It felt like home. I haven’t felt like that since before my parent’s accident.

  Can it really be that simple? Can Nash be the link to my happiness?

  Am I brave enough to find out?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jules

  I wipe my hands down the front of my leggings. I’m so nervous my damn palms are sweating, and I can barely hear anything above the pounding of my heart. Who knew creating your own Christmas miracle would be so nerve-racking?

  Before I can raise my hand to knock on the door, it pulls open. Nash stands at the doorway, his hand gripping the door, and his eyes searching my face. Being close to him has my body buzzing with excitement.