Holiday Spice & Everything Nice

by Conn, Claudy

  “All rig—” He didn’t even get his full acceptance out before she had the towel wrapped around him, attempting to tie it. “Ow, that’s my hair you’re pulling.”

  “Oh, don’t be such a baby. Bring your hands down behind you and hang onto the back of the seat, okay?”

  He tilted his head in the direction of her voice. “You think I’m a baby?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  As the situation began to take shape he relaxed and decided in a weird way, just like when she’d said she wanted to watch him jerk-off, he was into this or he could be. With Sidney he suspected he could be into a lot of firsts with her. He took hold of the back of the chair and adjusted. “All right. Is this better?”

  She patted his shoulder and said, “Yes. Now don’t move. I’m going to put a few things together and then we’ll have some fun.”

  With nothing to do but sit back and relax, he waited in the darkness. Listening while she moved around as the fridge opened then closed. Cabinets creaked and groaned. Metal clanged and glass tinkled as not only his hearing improved but other senses sharpened to attention. He picked up the tangy scent of vinegar and smiled. Had she opened the jar of pickled peppers?

  When he caught the aroma of something sweet, thoughts of her promised warm and smooth had his mouth watering. For the love of God, would she ever finish putting the stuff together?

  “Darlin’? I think you promised me something sweet and warm.”

  “We’re going to eat before we have dessert.”

  He heard a plate meet the table and then hissed in a breath, because without warning, she’d straddled his lap.

  “Sorry, did I hurt you?” She spoke the next sentence in his ear, “I took off my pants and all I have on is my thong and your shirt. You don’t mind, do you?”

  He shook his head. “No.” And he didn’t. As long as the bottom of that shirt was tucked between him and her ass, he’d be okay.

  “Good,” she said, just before he felt her yanking the shirt out from underneath her.

  So much for that tiny material barrier. His mouth went dry while the rest of him got juiced up.

  “Ready?”

  “Sure.”

  “Open.” When he did, she ordered in a quiet voice, “Bite.”

  Crunchy. A saltine with aged cheddar cheese and a slice of dill pickle. It was good. He heard another crunch and knew she was eating hers. When he swallowed his bite she put a hand on his naked chest and tapped a finger against his pec.

  “Open.” He did and just as before she ordered, “Bite.”

  This time his teeth snapped into a crisp hot pepper. The juice ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest.

  “Oh dear.” She wiped it off with something soft. Probably the edge of his shirt. And then his mind went blank as she spoke against his ear. “Normally I would have licked you clean with my tongue, but I’m not a big fan of hot peppers so we’ll just have to make do.”

  “Open.”

  Another cracker, cheese and pickle stack. He chewed, enjoying the hell out of this. She was seated on his lap and he could feel the movement of her leg as it swung back and forth while she made the stacks for them. The mental visual he had of her was very vivid. He even imagined her biting her bottom lip as she steadied the pickle slice on top of the cheese.

  “Open. Can I ask you something?”

  He chewed and swallowed. “Sure.”

  “Have you ever been in a serious relationship? I mean, more serious than the leggy blondes who do the occasional booty calls for you.”

  He tried not to wince at that. Damn, he’d thought he’d been discrete. “Yeah, once.”

  “What happened?”

  “We broke up.”

  “Why?”

  He scowled even though he wasn’t positive she’d see it. “Her name was Brianna and as to why we broke up, she was…” He was simply going to say, she wound up falling in love with another man. What the fuck? Where was his anger? He always, without fail, growled out another answer when he was asked this question. Yeah, his standard pissed off reply was, “I wasn’t good enough for her. I didn’t work in an office and I didn’t make enough money for her so she cheated on me with some rich guy and ripped out my heart”, and yet now those were just words he wasn’t feeling anymore. “She was, ah…”

  “Whiny?”

  “No.”

  “Dull?”

  “No.”

  “Dim witted?”

  He laughed and when she tried to stuff a cracker in his mouth he clamped his lips together and pulled back.

  “I was only offering plausible suggestions.” The grumble in her voice made him laugh deeper. “Sorry about the cracker. So why did you break up? Open. Bite.”

  This time his teeth sank into a banana. Nice. He devoured it while he thought about what he could say and then the only thing that came out of his mouth was the truth. “She left me because she wanted what all her friends had. A guy who worked nine to five at an office who could buy her a big house with a white picket fence and at the time I wasn’t in a position to give those things to her.” It sounded so simple, so neat and cut and dried. If only it had been.

  “I understand.”

  In the comfortable quiet that followed, he truly believe she did get it for some reason and then he knew she had when she added, “She gave up on a relationship with you,” she held the banana against his lips and told him to bite, “because different scared her.”

  Hearing that logic caused the banana to go down the wrong way.

  “Careful.” Leaning against him, she reached around to bang his back and he really started coughing. When had she taken off his damn shirt?

  “You’re naked,” he choked.

  “You say that like I should be surprised. I know I’m naked. Well, almost. I still have my thong on. Hey, are you peeking?”

  He sat up straighter in the chair, cleared his throat and asked, “Why?”

  “Because, silly, the point of the blindfold is for you not to see.”

  “I meant, why are you almost naked?”

  “Ooh, because it’s time for dessert.”

  It was official. If he could peek and see a clock he’d call in his time of death. Her refreshing candor was killing him. He’d put up a good fight. Ignoring her squirms and leg bopping, which caused a continuous friction to sizzle the length of his lap. He’d survived her grilling him about an ex he rarely ever spoke about. But now that he knew she was naked except for that pink thong? He was done for.

  “Are you ready?”

  Thank Christ. She gave him some distance from her hot little ass when she stood, still straddling, but there was cooling air between their bodies at least.

  “Open.” He did. “Now suck.”

  The husky way she commanded sent a thunderbolt of lust straight through him and when he tasted chocolate then skin? He opened wide and latched on. Sucking. Suckling hard until her hands cradled the back of his head and she drew him closer with a deep sigh.

  Too soon she wanted to end it as she tugged on his hair and shifted. Loathe to give up his treasure he followed her as far as he could, forcing her to make the break in contact. When she finally pushed him away his mouth disengaged with a pop.

  “Wow, someone likes chocolate.” She shimmied off his lap and announced, “My turn.”

  The cool substance hit his chest and he jerked. Immediately he knew it was the can of whip cream they’d brought down from his place. Damn. The continuous line she squirted from center chest to abdomen, stopping right at the waistband of his boxers, was probably all squiggly and uneven so he tried to concentrate on that instead of how she was going to erase it.

  “Yummy.”

  Her hot wet mouth, with those pillow-plump lips, went to work. She licked, sucked and laved the cream off him, alternating between sensual flicks and erotic swirls of her tongue. She used her mouth like a vacuum while she pressed her nose into his skin. The heavy sound of her breathing against him had him rock hard and ready, and t
he closer she got to that waistband, the stiffer he became.

  She was at his navel. Descending lower and lower still. Her hands kneaded his hips and when she dipped down and caught the banded elastic and pulled back to expose him, he hissed in a breath.

  “Sidney.” He let go of the chair back and pushed the makeshift blindfold up on his forehead before he shot a look down. “What are you doing?”

  He almost laughed. She had his boxers sandwiched between her teeth while she gazed up with a frown. He tried to pull the waistband away, but she refused to let go.

  “I think it’s my turn now, isn’t it?”

  Her shoulders drooped and she let go of the fabric with a purposeful snap. “Party pooper.”

  Now he laughed, “You’re incorrigible. Come here.” He pulled her up on his lap and took hold of her chin, angling until she looked him in the eyes. “For my turn I want to stretch you out on the table. I’m going to take this,” he held up the can of whip cream, “and I’m going to draw one big V. Starting at your right shoulder and angling in down to your center. Then I’m going to go to your left shoulder and do the same until the line ends right in a point between your legs. Then I’m going to lick and suck it right off you. Clearing every square inch of it from you until you have better cream for me to eat.”

  Not even a blush as she stared at him without speaking.

  “What do you say?”

  She blinked and then flashed that killer smile. “Yeah, it’s your turn all right.”

  By the time he was through with his turn Sidney was so hot she forgot about turns. All she wanted was him inside her again. She pulled his boxers aside and climbed on his lap. She’d never been so horny in her life.

  He was sculpted and hard. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and the sight of his washboard stomach still made her toes curl. But the smutty words he whispered in her ear? Unmitigated heaven.

  “I love your tight little pussy. That’s right, come on. Show me how much you want it. Let me see.”

  He squeezed her ass, pulling her closer and she groaned.

  “Easy there, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

  And he did. He held her up until she was fully open over his hardness. Waiting for her to get set with her hands on his shoulders and her knees clamped against his outer thighs. With a good grip on her hips he lowered her. God, he eased her so slowly onto him she closed her eyes and bit her lip from crying out. The pressure as he impaled her was the sweetest burn she’d ever experienced.

  “Relax. That’s right.”

  “Riker…”

  “Move your hips, honey. A little—yeah just like that. Fuck.”

  She did as he told her and with every forward flex his cock touched that part of her that came to life. Quivering. Vibrating. Taunting her until all she could do was moan.

  “I love feeling your heat this way.”

  “Riker?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Don’t stop.” She wound her arms around his neck good and tight. “Don’t ever stop. Oh. Oh. Yes. Mmm…”

  “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

  That was the last thing Sidney heard. Her breath caught and her pulse raced as she ground down on him. Over and over. Until her inner muscles contracted just before they let go and she fell apart all around him in the best way imaginable.

  “Jesus. All that wet heat. So fucking good.”

  She had barely returned to the moment when instinct kicked in. She pushed down hard, meeting his final thrust with one of her own. His growl, that was a half-grunt of satisfaction as he came, rang in her ears and made her smile. She liked pleasing him, especially when he pleased her first.

  Once her breathing returned to normal and she decided her legs were strong enough to support her she moved to leave him, but he wouldn’t let go.

  “I like you on my lap.”

  There was a gleam in his eyes. It turned them dark and intense. Watchful. This didn’t look like a guy who’d just been pleased. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing I can’t fix.”

  He anchored a hand in her hair and was still rock hard as he pushed up deep. “Ooh!”

  “I want to see you come this time. I want you to look me in the eyes when your body melts over me. God, I’m addicted to that.”

  He worked his hips now, brushing the tip of himself against that tender spot inside until she quaked and shook and cried.

  “No, don’t close your eyes, darlin’. I want to see your need. That’s right.”

  He rocked her on him, over and over again and when the adrenaline climbed and her pulse beat a rapid staccato in her ears, she didn’t look away as she sighed and sighed some more until she came all over him. Hot. Wet. Silky. Only then did he pull her in. Haul her up and hug the hell out of her as he whispered against her hair, “So beautiful. So very beautiful.”

  Sidney was still feeling that way as she stretched awake the next morning. Reaching out, she put a hand on Riker’s back, ready to stroke him, when she heard the knock. An ugly intrusive sound that chilled her to her good-girl bones. Oh my God. Her parents were here.

  Chapter Ten

  “Riker. Wake up. You’re going to have to hide in the closet or something.”

  He lifted his head and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Closet? What time is it?”

  “My parents are at the door.” She sprang out of the bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Without pausing she wrapped it around herself, found his pants and threw them to him. “I’m going to close this door. Riker? Are. You. Listening?” That last word came out in three separate syllables. Her heart was racing so fast she kept taking deep breaths to catch up. She was getting so much air she feared she’d start hyperventilating. She needed to calm her ass down. One. Two. Three. “Okay, I get it. You’re not a morning person. Just keep quiet and I’ll send them away.”

  Finally he rolled over. He came up on his side with his head resting in palm and grinned. What did he have to be looking totally amused about? Didn’t he know she’d get in trouble?

  “Morning, darlin’.”

  “You,” she wagged her index finger and paced back and forth, before stopping to stab said finger his way. “You really have no business looking so gorgeous when I’m falling apart here.” She wanted to drag her hands down her face, scream or, okay, even pull a Bewitched moment here and twinkle her nose to get out of this one, but that wasn’t happening. “I need a little understanding and a lot of cooperation. I know you’re probably not used to having to deal with condescension in any form or a silent treatment that goes on for days. Worse? The dreaded looks of total disapproval that takes a good daughter a fucking year to recover from so she can get back into dad’s good graces, but that’s what I’m looking at here.”

  His grin didn’t alter. Clearly he wasn’t grasping the seriousness of the situation.

  “Fine. I get that you don’t get it. But work with me here, okay?”

  “Sure.”

  She did a double take. Sure? “On second thought, just stay here and don’t move. I’ll send them back downstairs and everything will be fine. Yeah,” she nodded. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  “Sid, go answer the door.”

  She rushed through the dining room, living room and kitchen like a cyclone. Hiding this, tossing that. Kicking a few things under the couch. It wasn’t until she looked around with a critical eye and was satisfied, that she swung open the door. “Dad, I—”

  It wasn’t her dad. It was Martha.

  “Took ya long enough. I got back early and I need my keys.”

  The relief that flooded her made her so dizzy she had to grab hold of the door handle before she blew out a breath. “Sure. I’ll get them.”

  When she handed them over, Martha nodded. “Thanks. Oh, and I was to tell you your parents are waiting downstairs for you.”

  “What?”

  “You’re going for lunch, aren’t you?”

  “Lunch?” She checked her watch and gasped. Twelve thirt
y? She just got up.

  “Should I tell them you’re not ready?”

  “No, tell them I’ll be right down. Please,” she added and then slammed the door.

  “You need to calm down.”

  At least he had his pants on. The only way he’d be wearing a shirt was if she reached under the couch and retrieved it. She was pretty sure that was one of the items she’d kicked under there, along with the whipped cream can. “I can’t. You don’t understand.”

  He took a step toward her and she took two steps back, but when her father called her name, they both froze.

  “Sidney?”

  “That’s my dad,” she whispered. This was the calm before the storm, as he sounded as if he was in the courtyard. She spun around and flew out the door. When she got to the railing she spotted him. He had one foot on the first step ready to come up.

  “No, don’t come up, Dad. I’ll be right down.”

  “You’re not even ready. Sweetheart, did you forget we’re going for lunch? I made reservations at the Island Way Grille.”

  “No, I didn’t forget. I’m just running a few minutes behind. Do you want me to meet you there? I could meet you there.”

  Please say yes. Please say yes.

  “No need. We’ll all go together. I’ve got your mom and Ken in the car waiting.”

  When he turned to leave she was so relieved she didn’t even complain over him foisting Ken on her again. She’d had a meltdown when Ken showed instead of dad at the school last week to pick her up when her car was in the shop. Oh, her dad meant well, but that ship with Ken on it had sailed the second he’d gotten home from Belize. It wasn’t just the crying. Ken wasn’t the man for her. When was her dad going to get that fact?

  She ran into her place and managed to finish getting ready in a quarter of the time it usually took her. She had one hand on the door knob as she shoved a foot into her sandal, intent on leaving, when she heard Riker and stiffened.

  “This is it, then?”

  “Riker.” She gasped and let go of the knob. “I thought you went home already. Have you been sitting there the whole time?”