Holiday Spice & Everything Nice

by Conn, Claudy

  His hand came up to stop her, his mouth breaking from hers. “Bedroom?”

  “Yes.”

  He wasn’t asking for directions. Her apartment wasn’t large enough for that, and she had no desire to attempt coy. She began to climb off of his lap, but he held her closer, instead standing with her still wrapped around his body. Her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he made his way to her tiny excuse of a bedroom. Her full size bed pretty much filled the space and didn’t leave much room for them to sleep, but sleeping was the last thing on her mind.

  Her body fell to the bed with a slight thump, and instead of remaining on top of her as her body screamed for him to be, he pushed himself up to his knees and slowly explored her body with his eyes. The room, lit only by moonlight and the living room light, was just bright enough for her to take him in fully. He was about to break through his pants if the tenting in them was any indication. She needed to help him along with that, but her attempt to sit up and reach for his belt was met with a firm headshake.

  “I owe you a debt, remember?” He stared at her, waiting. For what, she wasn’t sure, but waiting nonetheless. “Words, love, I need words.”

  “Yes, I remember.” Panting. She was officially panting, and he had yet to touch her in any real way. This was so unlike the one and only time she had done this before. That had been nerves, rushing, and pretty much disappointment. No, this was an entirely different ballgame and she was more than ready to play.

  “Good girl. Now do me a favor and remove that shirt for me while I soak you in.”

  She pulled the t-shirt over her head. She had taken the evening plans to heart and wore a basic t-shirt with a cotton skirt she’d had for years. Now, as she sat here in the moonlight, she wished she had made a better wardrobe choice. The bra she was sporting was the best it was going to get. It had been years since she splurged on pretty. The underwear, however, she could have at least had them sort of match.

  “Beautiful.”

  Her confidence soared at his assessment of her, round, jiggly belly and all. Reaching behind, she began to unclip her bra.

  “No, leave the bra on. There’s only so much I can take before I cum like a school boy.”

  Holy snizzel, did he just say that? How had she, the polar opposite of the woman he had dated in the past in the looks department, so completely turned him on? For there was not one moment she doubted the sincerity of his words. He. Wanted. Her.

  “Now lay back down so I can see you.”

  She fell back, all attempt at gracefulness gone. It was all she could do not to throw herself at him.

  “The moonlight bounces so beautifully off of your luscious curves.” He tapped her hips and she raised. “That’s a girl, I need to get this skirt off. It’s blocking my view.”

  As the skirt pulled away, she was relieved to see that while the bra didn’t match the panties, it had at least matched the skirt. Ish. It sort of matched one of the colors in the pattern, but she was going with it. If she had her way, they were going to be gone within seconds, any which way.

  She didn’t get her way. He just looked at her, up and down, as if deciding where to begin at an all to eat buffet—with her being the meal. She had heard of people being hungry for each other, but this was the first time she had actually experienced it. He was hungry for her.

  “Oh where to begin, sweet, sweet Lacey.”

  The question was rhetorical, but she so badly wanted to shout, “Inside me.” Which wasn’t even true. She was enjoying the slow tease, even if it were driving her over the edge.

  “Your breasts, so full, and from the looks of your nipples, receptive, are calling to me.” He brushed his finger tip across the top of her very erect nipples as if to test the hypothesis, and gave a slight nod indicating he had been right in his analysis. “But I do owe you. If I begin there, I may very well get lost in them and forget about my debt, and we can’t be having any of that.”

  His finger trailed down the center of her breasts and over her round belly, stopping just shy of her panties.

  “You skin is so flushed with arousal, I can see it even in the moonlight. I bet if I were to slip my fingers inside your panties, I would find them soaking wet for me.”

  She nodded her agreement. She was drenched, almost embarrassingly so. If it weren’t for his arousal showing so freely, she might have been self-conscious.

  “Show me.”

  Her eyes widened. What was he asking? Did he want her to get a flash light, remove her panties, what?

  “Get out of your head, beautiful. I would never leave you with a command you didn’t understand. Or is it that you don’t like my commands?” The last sentence seemed to be directed more to himself than to her.

  “Love them.” It was no lie. His guidance gave her confidence.

  “That’s what I thought. Now be both naughty and nice for a moment and slip your hands in your panties and show me just how wet you are as your finger glistens in the moonlight. Don’t slip inside though, I want that privilege.”

  It was so naughty and filthy and hot. Her hand slipped easily between her skin and the cotton fabric, sliding quickly between her folds. She was, just as they both knew, drenched. She pulled her hand from her sopping pussy, careful not to brush against her clit. At the level she was currently at, that would only set her off, and she wanted Marcus to be the one to send her flying. She held it up as if to offer proof, and he took the digit into his mouth making a mmmm sound as he slowly released it.

  “Plans. Oh, so many plans I have for your body. But my willpower is waning, You are just too sexy, beautiful. I need to taste you now.” He grabbed her panties and began to pull them down with her help. She needed this as badly as he did. “From the source this time.” He settled between her legs, pushing her thighs wide and just staring, and if she was seeing correctly from her angle, practically drooling.

  “After that, I plan to take you until you come around my cock; although, I fear that will need to be expedited because I am already ready to blow.” He let out a breath against her pussy, tingling sensations running through her body. “What you do to me, woman.”

  What she did to him? He had to be kidding—she was about to orgasm from his breath.

  She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation when his tongue began to dance around her clit. A swipe here. A swipe there, but never where she wanted it most. As his tongue dipped inside her, she questioned all that she wanted and made the decision to just feel, savoring every move he made because they were all four bazillion times better than what her fingers had ever accomplished.

  In and out and around and round. Her body was reaching for a climax, and he was holding it just outside of its reach expertly. The anticipation might kill her, but it was worth it. So very worth it. Her breath became bated as his speed increased, He pulled her clit into his mouth with a suck and she exploded around him. Her body quaking with ecstasy.

  His lips and tongue never stopped moving, extending her orgasm beyond what she ever thought possible. As he raised his head, with a knowing smile and glistening chin, he began to unbutton his shirt. One button at a stupid time. He was going in slow motion, she was sure of it.

  “Patience, love, patience.” There was that word. She knew he didn’t actually love her. Feelings didn’t just happen like that. But he did like her and was comfortable enough around her to let little sweetnesses escape his lips, and she held onto them. “Now do me a favor and remove your bra. You are far too dressed for what I have planned next.”

  She had her bra off just as he dropped his shirt to the floor. “Condoms.”

  She nodded and he laughed. “Sweet, sweet Lacey, I meant do you have any you want me to use?” He was removing his pants with far more expedience than he had with his shirt.

  Her hand covered her eyes. Darn her luck. She knew the night was too good to be true.

  “No. I haven’t, you know, needed any.”

  Her arm was pushed from her eyes and he was now only inches from her f
ace.

  “No worries, beautiful. I have one. I just didn’t know if you had one you wanted me to use, a particular one I mean.” She closed her eyes, even more embarrassed than before. “Look at me, love.” She complied immediately. She was already embarrassed enough at her lack of understanding she didn’t want to add to it by extending the discussion longer than need be. “I’m glad you haven’t needed them. I want you all to myself.” Before she could respond, his lips were on hers.

  She could taste herself on him, and it brought back all of the heat and emotions she felt before she decided to show her complete lack of experience. She sunk into the kiss, enjoying his exploration of her mouth as she explored his. When his lips broke from hers, she let out a sigh and tried to follow them, but the man had other plans. He kissed along her cheekbone before traveling down her neck. A lick here, a nibble there. It was official; he was trying to kill her.

  As they made their way past her collarbone, his hands reached up and each cupped a breast, his thumbs gently caressing her nipples which were now hard enough to cut glass. She needed more and leaned into them, having the opposite effect she had intended as they fell from her breasts. She would have begged him to put them back, for she was long since passed the no begging zone at this point, when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, giving it a nibble before releasing it. He repeated the sensual move back and forth between her breasts until she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him.

  “I need you in me. Now.”

  He kissed her soundly before pushing off the bed and removing his boxer briefs. The tear of the foil wrapper rang in her ear. Thank effing goodness. She wasn’t going to be able to wait any more. He must have heard the desperation in her voice because he didn’t even feign a tease. She watched, mesmerized, as he rolled the condom down his cock.

  He settled between her legs, his weight on his elbows as he met her eyes.

  “I want you, Lacey. You have no idea how I want you. Tell me you want me too. Not just because of the moment and our chemistry, but because you want me.”

  She cupped his cheek with her hand, loving the feel of his five o’clock shadow against her skin. “I do. I want you more than my next breath, Marcus. And not because of our chemistry, although there is no denying it is off the charts amazing.” Understatement of the flipping year. “No, I want you because you’re kind and generous and smart and because I feel like when we are alone, you let me see the real you, the one you have walls around most of the day.” The emotions in her were welling up. Every word true.

  She gave a quick glance down as if checking out his goods. “That and you have an amazing dick.”

  His rich laughter filled the air. She needed to hear that sound daily, possibly even record it for times he wasn’t able to take her calls.

  “Oh, beautiful, I have wanted you from afar for far too long.”

  What? How had she not known that? I guess it made sense, she had done the same. Leave it to a good old fashioned bad evaluation to bring two people together.

  “You’re filled with compassion, and even when you had nothing, you brought dinner to Mabel’s family when her husband got hurt at his construction job.” Two years ago. He remembered her starting a sign-up sheet two years ago. She had pretty much nothing at the time, but they had less and children to feed. It was only right to help alleviate the stress of feeding them for one night.

  “Your work ethic puts mine to shame, and mine is pretty darn strong. You selflessly gave your young adult years to care for a family member even at great sacrifice. And your intelligence had you moving up the company ladder even without the degree most people at your level possess. You are a remarkable woman.” If he didn’t stop soon, she was going to cry. He saw her. “And yeah, your boobs are a ten.”

  She gave him a quick playful slap to the chest before pulling his face to hers and kissing him as if her life depended on it. He responded in kind. Before she knew it, they were both breathless and he was entering her, filling her so completely. She had expected some pain between his size and her lack of experience, but there was none to be found, only sheer pleasure.

  His lips never left hers as he slowly moved in and out of her. He wasn’t rushing his completion. He was savoring the moment as completely as she was. This was more than a romp in the hay. The proof was there in his leisurely love making. His body fit so beautifully with hers and each stroke, each kiss, brought her closer and closer to climax.

  Her lips pressed harder as her orgasm began to take hold, and he increased his speed as her first quake began. She bit her lip, hoping to prevent herself from screaming his name. She needed to stay in control.

  Screw it.

  She let go completely, letting her body succumb to the sensations. His name fell from her lips as hers fell from his just moments before he collapsed on top of her, the most amazing feeling in the world.

  They laid there, catching their breath, both holding onto the feeling of being so completely connected to another person. When they could no longer hold onto the moment and stay “safe,” he rolled off of her, removing and knotting the condom before dropping it on his discarded clothing.

  “Invite me to stay.”

  As if she would let him leave, silly man.

  “Please stay.”

  He finagled the covers out from under them as she nestled her back to his front and he placed the blanket over them. They were hardly cold, but that would change with sleep. It was a tight fit on the small bed, but a California king would have had them in the same position. As she allowed slumber to claim her, she sent out a silent thank you to the Secret Santa coordinator.

  Chapter 12

  “Secret Santa is over today. Have you figured out who you have yet?”

  Lacey’s head snapped up. How had Mrs. Jones become so ninja-like in her movement?

  “I have, Mrs. Jones.” She placed her pen down, giving the woman her complete attention. Mrs. Jones never dropped by without a reason.

  “I thought so, the way you have been glowing lately.” The Cheshire cat had nothing on this woman’s smile. The little sneak. This had been all her all along. The push to do more activities only moments before Secret Santa was announced was no coincidence, none at all.

  “Wait, did you set us up with the whole ‘be more involved’ thing?” She didn’t know why she was asking, she could read it all over the woman’s face.

  “Maybe. I wasn’t wrong that you need to be less of a workaholic though.” No, she hadn’t. Thankfully, the meeting Lacey’d had that morning had all things looking promising. If it played out the way the lawyer expected, medical benefits could begin within a month with other benefits to follow within the year. The pharmaceutical’s lawyers had already reached out to her and the paperwork had only become official that morning. The documents from the hospital had them running scared from the looks of it. Not that Lacey was a gambler. If they offered her mother something fair, she was going to snatch it. A bird in the hand and all that jazz.

  “Does Marcus know?” If he didn’t, she was looking forward to seeing the amusement on his face as she told him Mrs. Jones was taking a second gig as a match maker.

  “I’m sure he knew the moment I told him we had an extra person somehow and would he be your Secret Santa. I threw in some ‘It is good to be involved in office activities’ for good measure.”

  Oh yeah, he totally knew. Little stinker hadn’t filled her in on that little detail.

  “You can’t get an extra person. It’s not possible.” Which only made the whole thing even more magical. He knew from the beginning it was a set up and he jumped in with both feet. She was a lucky, lucky gal.

  “Which is how I know he knew from the get go.” It was odd seeing a “duhhhh” look from dear, sweet, old Mrs. Jones.

  “He just played along.”

  “Of course he did. He has been interested in you for years.”

  “Yet he did nothing,” she teased.

  He had let a few things slip over the weekend indica
ting as much. She hadn’t yet figured out if he’d stayed away because she was an employee or if it was because she had been so young when she started there or if it were some completely other reason. Not that it mattered. They were together now and things were looking good.

  “Pretty similar to someone else I know.”

  And sometimes the truth is all there is to say.

  “That brings me to why I’m actually here. Mr. Northrup asked me to deliver this to you.”

  Lacey knew there had to be an ulterior motive for her visit. Mrs. Jones was not one to stop and chit chat without a reason.

  “Thanks.”

  “Anytime, dear.”

  “No, I meant thanks for all of it, not just the delivery.” If it weren’t for Mrs. Jones, who knew if they would have ever gotten together.

  “I know, dear.” The old woman pointed to the letter. “Now read your letter and let me be on my merry way. I have a Secret Santa reveal party to finish setting up.”

  Lacey pulled the small paper from the envelope.

  Beautiful,

  I would rather give you your gift in private than at the reveal party. My office? Let’s say five minutes?

  Fondly,

  Your very smitten Secret Santa.

  Five minutes. As if he could tell when Mrs. Jones would get to delivering it, being the chatty woman she was. She locked her computer before bouncing down the hallway. Goodness gracious, she was officially smitten as well.

  The man was waiting for her, leaning against his door jam, staring at his watch, indicating she was late.

  “Excellent instructions, Mr. Northrup.”