Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  So I’m not just lonely and ansty, I’m also shifty and horny. Damn you, Saffron A. Kent!

  I reach for my phone, wondering where Knox is. I haven’t heard back from him so I try calling him, but his phone just rings and rings with no answer. I frown, staring down at my phone.

  It’s not like him to ignore my calls, but then again, he’s been a bit distant lately.

  Choosing to take matters into my own hands, I quickly dress up in my new lingerie set that I bought for him, then I put on a bodysuit, then a huge trench coat, a pair of boots and silently sneak out of my room.

  I’ve never done this and my heart is pounding.

  The truth is, I’m not as bold or as daring as my baby sister but for some reason, tonight I just want to not be me.

  I want to be confident about my needs and my sexuality. I want to feel something else other than this chilling numbness that settled into me the day my parents died and left me and my sister alone in this crazy world.

  Val is the only family I have but Knox, he’s my everything and right now, I just want to see him..

  Knox and I started dating in high school. Even though he’s a year older than me, he insisted on transferring universities just so he could be with me. The moment he said that, I knew then and there that I wanted to take the next step in our relationship with him.

  And tonight, is the night that happens.

  I want to show him how much I appreciate and love him. But at the same time, I want this for me too. I want to experience something special with the love of my life before my nerves get shot.

  Knox was late to arrive at school today, and so he couldn’t get his dorm room keys. He texted me two hours ago that he’s staying at a hotel for the night. Maybe he’s in bed now.

  I know he must be tired after traveling back from Europe where he was spending time with his mother, but I’ve missed him so much.

  Quickly sneaking out of my new and still unfamiliar room, I tip-toe my way toward the front door of our new apartment that’s pretty close to Val’s school than it is to my university but that’s fine. I can make the commute.

  I had no choice but to downsize. After all, what use could me and my babysitter have for a huge mansion that we could no longer afford?

  Val doesn’t know it but when our parents died, their lawyer pulled me aside at their funeral and told me about our father’s money being embezzled by a close friend, which meant there was nothing left for me and Val but the house. And I was now in charge.

  For Val’s future and mine, I took the lawyer’s advice of selling the house. It sold so fast, my heart just broke.

  The hits kept on coming that day, but Knox was my rock. He not only held my hand, but he comforted my sister as well. Maybe him being distant meant he was burned out from trying to deal with his emotionally out of sorts girlfriend and her outspoken little sister. My poor, sweet boyfriend. Tonight I’ll apologize.

  I make my way down the street to where my car is parked and drive to the fancy hotel I knew my boyfriend would be staying at tonight.

  When I arrive, I park my car and stride into the lobby, getting even more excited about what’s about to happen.

  I have no idea what room number he’s in, but I make my way to the front desk and pretend like I know what I’m doing.

  “Good evening, Miss,” the elderly man with distinguished grey hair styled elegantly like a top hotelier says with a small smile.

  “Yes, hello,” I start, forcing my voice to be airy. “I believe a Mr. Cross is in your residence for the evening.” I say it more like a question, knowing damn well that Knox used his father’s money--and his father’s name--to pay for this expensive hotel. He blames him for his parent’s divorce.

  The older gentleman is kind enough to answer me even though I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m a flasher. After all, it’s not that cold out to be wearing a large trench coat.

  “Yes, Miss.”

  “He’s expecting me.” The man eyes me. Shit. “And he also assured me that you’d give me the room keycard when I come by.”

  With a resigned sigh he types something on his computer. Then passes me a black keycard that is so not like the other cards I can see from where I stand. Damn, Knox must really be pissed with his dad but seriously?

  “Uh…”

  “Mr. Cross has taken residence in our ultra-penthouse,” the gentleman says. “You’ll also need to use the card in the elevator to gain access to the ultra floor.”

  Ultra-penthouse? Ultra-floor? Damn, Knox overdoes it sometimes.

  “Thank you,” I whisper and then quickly make my way across the shiny, elegant lobby toward the bank of elevators.

  I hold up the black keycard to a scanner on the panel of the elevator, but instead, a different elevator at the very back of the bank slides open.

  When I enter, I notice there aren’t any floor buttons like regular elevators, Instead, there’s another scanner.

  What kind of hotel is this?

  I hold up the keycard again and soon, the elevator doors close and then we’re in motion.

  My heart starts racing faster than before.

  My palms are sweaty and I’m pretty sure my stomach is in knots, and so when the elevator halts to a gliding stop and the doors open, I’m ready to bail and go back to my apartment.

  But I can’t leave now. I can’t be the coward that Val sometimes calls me when I say no to her silly truth-or-dare games or when I refuse to let loose at parties.

  “Fuck,” I whisper to myself.

  Stepping out of the chrome elevator, I force myself to put one foot in front of the other, recalling why I’m here in the first place.

  It doesn’t take me long to get back in my groove, especially with the silky-softness of my lingerie rubbing against my skin and the want humming inside me like a living, breathing monster of its own.

  I make my way to the only double-doors on the floor.

  “Go big or go back home, Nicki. What will it be?” I whisper to myself.

  Closing my eyes, I tap the keycard to the scan and the doors unlock with a soft click.

  This is it. Shit!

  Stepping in the room, it’s dark. Small lamps mounted up on the beige walls light up as I enter, probably triggered by motion. I’m so grateful for the low, warm ambience though. There’s something about dark spaces that makes me feel some semblance of comfort where I don’t have to be anything other than who I am.

  I’m pretty sure I’m drawn to sinister and taboo shit, but Heaven forbid if anyone ever finds out how twisted my mind can get sometimes. Not even Knox knows that about me and I guess I like it that way. I like the fact that he sees me as a good girl, but tonight I was hoping to change that.

  I want to experience my sexuality and form a strong bond with my boyfriend but there’s only so much bravado I can carry. I don’t think I can go through with this if he decides to switch the lights on.

  The penthouse is huge and silent. I can see the elegant kitchenette to my left and the huge sitting area in front of me where the huge floor-ceiling length windows stand, overlooking the sleepy city. What a fucking view.

  Then to my left, I see a slightly open door. That should be the bedroom.

  Knox is in there.

  My heart starts beating even harder than before.

  I’m just going to slip into his bed and I’m sure he’ll get the hint.

  Slowly, I remove my shoes then I shrug out of my trench coat, then the bodysuit I wore, leaving it pooled on the floor.

  Feeling flustered, I tip-toe toward the dark room in nothing more than my lingerie.

  When I push the door open some more, I can see the large bed in the middle of the room and right under the covers, I see a distinguishable lump.

  He’s here. Here goes nothing.

  Sneaking in closer, I get in and close the door as quietly as I can. Then I make my way to the other side of the bed. He sleeps in the middle of the bed, taking up so much space but I can’t help but smile.

 
; As softly as I can, I lift the covers and slip in. I’m so attuned to every slight sound that I know the exact moment the soft breathing comes to a sudden halt.

  Hmmm, I guess he can sense someone’s in bed with him. Good.

  I slid in closer until I mold my front to his sculpted and defined back. Jesus, when did Knox fill up like this? And when did he start sleeping in the nude and why am I pleased by that?

  A hot thrill rushes through me as I slip in closer, excitement thrumming in my veins with each beat. Knox A surge of electricity races through me as I lift my left leg, wrapping it over his thigh, bringing my slick, wet cleft closer to his tight ass.

  Fuck, just some slight friction and I’m feeling it.

  “Make love to me,” I whisper in Knox’s ear. “I’m ready now.”

  I feel him grow tense, his large body frozen in place. I guess he’s awake now. I’m so nervous that I just keep talking, hoping that I’m not coming across as a crazy, horny freshman who’s forcing her boyfriend to fuck her.

  “I know...” I trail off, getting choked up. “I know I haven’t been myself lately and I know I’m not like other girls but I’m ready now.”

  There’s no denying how fucked up and numb I’ve been since my parents died and he knows it, but for some reason, I was hesitant on taking the next step with Knox.

  “You waited for me,” I whisper in his ear. “You allowed me the time and space I needed and so now, I want you to know that I’m ready. I’m more than ready. I want you to take me.”

  For a moment, there’s a poignant silence but I’m pretty sure he can hear the thundering of my heart as it hammers away against his back, but I don’t move away.

  I start growing nervous but before that shit can mess with my mind, I put a stop to it by throwing caution--and frankly, my freaking common sense--out the damn window!

  Slowly, like the bold and beautiful girls I read about in my steamy smut books, I start trailing my fingers over his bicep, loving the way the muscle twitches at my touch. God, this kind of reaction from Knox has never happened before, but it gives me a heady rush of power that as the seconds go, I grow bolder.

  “I want you to show me,” I whisper, unable to recognize my own voice. “Show me how to please you.”

  I hear a low groan, then he moves but not in the way I was expecting.

  Instead of turning around fully, I feel his rough fingers start to trail from my thigh to my hip in a slow sensual way, awakening indescribable heat within me.

  I feel the warmth of his body, and I arch against him, wanting to be closer but the truth is, my own body is running hotter than it’s ever been, with most of the heat flooding south.

  Oh God.

  “I might be new at this and not know what I’m doing but I promise, I’ll do my best…”

  He silences me by bringing me closer to him until I press my sleek cleft closer to his tight ass. Slowly, silently, but his direction clear, he cups the back of my knee and bring my thing over his hip, opening me up even further.

  “Oh God,” I gasp at the sudden friction this position is bringing. Knox still doesn’t say a word, but he reaches around to my ass, pulling me close, then he starts moving.

  It’s as if my body is not my own as I slowly start grinding over the hard senew of muscle there, moved by nothing but pure instinct. I feel the moment his body temperature starts to rise, matching the heat in my veins and the sleekness between my legs, but I feel like something is building within me.

  I start panting, my breath short burst. My heart is beating wildly, my hips gyrating and churning faster at his direction. I have no idea what’s about to happen… until I hear him say, “Come.”

  It happens like a fucking firework’s display show.

  One moment the buildup is too much and then all at once, I’m arching my back against his, my nails sinking into his bicep as a long, drawn out gasp escapes my lips.

  “What…” I stutter, feeling the sheen of sweat on my skin. I just came by grinding my wet cleft on his ass! What the hell?

  But before I can even catch my breath, he turns around in the bed, facing me now, but I can’t see his face, but it doesn’t matter.

  First, I feel strong, hard hands slide up my body, his callused fingertips grazing and scratching my skin. Whoa, I know Knox’s hands are calloused from all the years he played football in high school, but somehow, his touch feels different tonight. A good different. So, so good.

  He squeezes my breasts over my new bra, his touch doing something I don’t understand to me. His thumbs slowly start rubbing against my peaked, sensitive nipples, making me gasp, then he rips apart my bra.

  “Oh God.”

  The next thing I know, his mouth covers one nipple while he twists the other. The sudden bite of pain and pleasure is enough to make me arch off the bed, but I’m not ready for the way his other hand is right there… between my legs.

  At the first flick of my clit, I jump and then the second one, I moan.

  “Oh God.”

  He’s relentless, as if he’s been waiting for this night and I… I can’t speak. All I can do is hold on as he sucks, twist, and flicks all at once.

  I come. Again.

  “So fucking responsive. So fucking delicious and sweet.”

  His voice is deep, guttural… I brush it off as his sleepy voice but still, there’s something about this man…

  But before I can say something, he starts placing kisses from my breasts all the way down to my pussy.

  “Oh god, no, I don’t think…”

  He doesn’t care at all. He spreads my legs apart, and then lifts my left leg in the air and then… his tongue is right where his fingers were.

  He eats me out like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His tongue is skilled, precise, playing me like a damn symphony until I start humming, moaning, or gasping, I still have no idea.

  My legs start shaking, the tremors and shockwaves move through me one after the other, becoming more intense and just when I think this can’t get any better, he slips two fingers into me.

  And I go off like a rocket booster.

  A scream tears out of me. I can’t breathe, can’t think, all I can see is a ceiling of stars and a rainbow. But he doesn’t stop, He continues eating me out, lapping the juices with a. growl that sparks yet another orgasm out of me.

  “Oh God, I can’t anymore,” I cry out, my body feeling so damn good, I want to exist in this moment.

  “Really?” he demands. “One more time then.”

  This time, he draws my orgasm out, kissing every inch of me he can while his magical hands touch, caress, soothe and bring out a horny monster within me.

  He does all this without ever actually taking me like I thought he would. And hours after he makes me come two more times, I wake up to find the reason why.

  Fear snakes through me, then the residual adrenaline as I look around the empty room.

  I see the expensive Armani suits, then I see the laptop, the iPad and then the phone.

  It’s not my boyfriend’s. None of this belong to my boyfriend.

  Hell, the cologne alone… while I love this one, it doesn’t belong to Knox.

  “Oh God.”

  This wasn’t Knox’s bed. It wasn’t even his room. Which meant one thing. A delicious, muscular stranger showed me the most incredible night of my life.

  And I was going to give him my virginity.

  Why does that make me feel a bit... bereft that he didn’t take me when I should be grateful it didn’t go that far?

  Chapter 3

  If my mother were alive, she would have probably warned me about the dangers of getting into a strange man's car and going back to his place. Lord knows when Valerie started dating, I gave her the same sound advice.

  Of course, all my hard-earned wisdom withered away when I set eyes on James. I've never in all my life met a man like him who oozes such confidence and sex appeal. Maybe it's because I know the next couple of days will be shitty or that I haven't
felt sexy and desired by a man since Knox dumped me that has me making such a reckless decision. All I know is that I've never wanted to lose myself in a man's arms more than I do right now. Again, that sense of familiarity assaults me—the same one that tells me I'm safe in his care.

  All throughout the ride to his home, James couldn't keep his hands off me. His hand was always cradling up my skirt, squeezing my thigh as if that one little contact was enough to keep him satisfied until we got back to wherever he lives. Honestly, he could have been driving me to my death or intending to lock me up in his basement and make him his sex slave, and I would have still gone with him willingly.

  That's the level of hot this man is.

  I've never been much for men who were older than me since I never saw the appeal until tonight. James looks as if he could teach me a thing or two in the bedroom department. And frankly, I'm all too eager to be his attentive student.

  When we finally stumble inside his house, James pushes me up against the door and kisses me stupid. The way his tongue dominates mine has me whimpering in delight.

  "Fuck, you smell good," he growls after breaking our kiss.

  I hike up my leg against his muscular thigh so that I can feel the heat of his manhood pressed up against my throbbing clit. The minute his hard-as-steel cock hits my needy center, a wanton moan leaves my lips.

  "Bedroom. Now," I breathe out, biting down on his earlobe, my fingers pulling at his hair.

  The small chuckle he lets out warms my belly and accelerates my heartbeat. With his head hidden away in the crook of my neck, he hoists me up until my legs lock around his waist.

  I'm so hot and bothered that I don't even take the time to look around my surroundings and take in his home. Mainly because the way his tongue trails up my long neck while his large hands grope my ass has me losing all conscious thought. His lips sear my feverish skin with the way they latch onto my neck, his teeth biting down hard to leave his mark. I'm a puddle of need as he presses me up against the wall, his bulging hard-on now stabbing me in the belly.

  "Bedroom," I repeat impatiently.

  I feel him smile into my neck before he lifts his head to meet my eyes. The heady lust-filled gaze in his dark turquoise eyes takes my breath away. His lips crash onto mine, leaving me even more sex-crazed as he walks us back into a dim-lit corridor that must lead to his bedroom.