Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  He doesn't even turn the lights on as he continues to devour me whole, both our bodies falling on top of a king's size bed. I'm left in a daze when he breaks our kiss and pulls away from our embrace. I'm left withering under his scrutinizing gaze as he runs the pad of his thumb over his lush, full bottom lip, just looking at me.

  "What's wrong?" I ask anxiously, wondering why he's not fucking my body into his mattress already.

  We haven't even passed second base yet, but by the way, his eyes sparkle with desire as he takes in every curve and valley of my body, I swear I could combust just with that look alone. I rub my thighs together, needing desperately to cum, trying very hard not to sound like the needy hot mess of a woman this man has made me.

  "Did you change your mind?" I question when he takes too long to answer.

  "About fucking you? Not for a second."

  "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

  The dark smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips has my core clenching with excruciating need.

  "I can't make up my mind."

  "About what?"

  "On where to start."

  "Well, you better hurry up and decide, or I'll take matters into my own hands," I reply, my cheeks burning with how forward I'm being.

  "Is that so?" he counters, his interest piqued.

  I nod sheepishly, remembering myself. I've never been the type of girl who initiated sex of any kind. In all my past relationships, I've always let the guy take the lead in the bedroom. But somehow, with this sexy as sin stranger, I don't want to be the old Nicole of the past. I want to be something else. Someone else. Someone confident enough to make the first move. Someone who is comfortable taking charge and gets what she wants. And right now, I want to bask in the beauty that is this gorgeous stranger and have my way with him.

  I go to my knees and inch closer to the edge of the bed. Just close enough that my hands find their way to his belt. I pull him to me, the low, soft chuckle that leaves him easing my frazzled nerves. With my neck craned back, I stare into his eyes as my deft fingers unbuckle him. James caresses my cheek with the back of his knuckles, his gaze soft and patient. When I push his pants and boxers down just below the waist and see the angry vein at the side of his monstrous cock, my nerves get the best of me.

  "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Nicole," James says softly, his passionate touch morphing to something more tender. "We don't even have to have sex if that's too much for you."

  My eyes start to sting at the corner of my eyes.

  Why am I like this?

  I want this man so badly, but the ghosts of my past prevent me from taking what I want. My insecurities start to whisper that I'm going to be bad at this and that I'll end up doing something that will have him laughing me out of his bed.

  Or worse, make me feel things that he'll never be able to feel for me.

  "Nicole," he utters, pulling my chin up, so I'm forced to look at him and break the daze I find myself in. Although, it's my name on his lips that brings me back from my stupor. "Tell me what you want?"

  "I want you in my mouth," I answer truthfully.

  James' eyes shut for a split second, his hands rounding into fists beside him.

  "Okay."

  "But I think I'll be bad at it."

  "Doubtful," he groans before smiling down on me. "Just do whatever feels natural to you. The rest will come. I promise."

  I nod, feeling a little bit braver.

  "Just keep your eyes on me, Nicole."

  With his encouraging words hanging in the air, I fix my eyes on his as my tongue peeks out to taste the crown of his cock. My lids go half-mast with the taste of his precum on my tongue.

  "Eyes on me," James reminds me with a gruff tone.

  I do as he says, as I lick my way up and down his stiff shaft. The glimmer of want in his eyes only boldens my resolve, and before I know what I'm doing, my lips open up and take him all the way in.

  "Fuck. That's it," he praises, weaving his fingers in my hair.

  I take him to the back of my throat, feeling triumphant that my gag reflex doesn't stop me from swallowing him whole. The more he moans and praises, the bolder I become. One of my hands fondles his balls while the other snakes its way around him to grab one of his ass cheeks and push him further inside my mouth. As I suck and lick, the sensation of power becomes the most delicious aphrodisiac I've ever experienced.

  It's only when I close my eyes that James stops my advances.

  "Enough," he growls, pulling me by the hair.

  I lick my lips, his essence still lingering on him.

  "Did I do something wrong?"

  He shakes his head, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip.

  "No, sweetheart. You had a taste, and now it's only fair that I have mine too."

  I swallow dryly as I watch him go to his haunches. He unzips each of my boots, kissing the ankle before pulling them off my feet. My heart rate picks up speed when he widens my legs and starts kissing his way up my thighs.

  "Eyes on me," he repeats.

  I fall back on the bed but keep my torso up by my elbows, so I don't miss a single moment. James pushes my skirt up to my waist and smiles when he finds me wet and willing. I'm so fucking turned on it's a wonder I can keep still. When he rips my panties at their side, I can't help the little shriek of excitement that leaves me. My heart flips when he winks at me just before his tongue takes one giant lick from back to clit.

  "Argh!" I whimper when he flattens his tongue and begins to play with my clit.

  I'm a burning inferno of need with each stroke of the tongue. I haven't been touched like this in so long that I've forgotten how good it feels. Although I'm not sure anyone has ever truly eaten my pussy like James is doing now. The way he hungrily bites, licks, and kisses my sensitives folds has me quivering in the bed, arching my hips so that he can give me more of this sweet torture. He groans insatiably, like a man given his last meal on earth.

  "Oh my God!" I wail, my eyes rolling back into my head when he thrusts two of his digits deep inside me.

  James doesn't play around as he forcefully fucks me with his fingers, his tongue sucking my clit. Before I know what's happening, my body begins to shake and convulse. I'm falling off the precipice, my body lifting off the bed, shouting out his name and white light blinds my vision. Once I've cum, James stands up to his feet, sucking my juices off his fingers. I try to slow down my heartbeat at the sight, but it's no use when I see his hard cock bobbing away at his navel, ready to claim its prize.

  "I don't have a condom," I blurt out and inwardly slap my forehead for saying something so stupid.

  "That's okay. I do," he confirms with a cocky grin, taking a condom from his pocket. "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?" he teases me.

  But to both his surprise and mine, I rise to the challenge. I lift off the bed on shaky limbs, grab the condom out of his hand, and rip the foil with my bare teeth. We're both face to face, breathing hard as I hold the base of his cock with one hand while sheathing it with the other.

  "I really need to fuck you right now, Nicole," he whispers, his palm cradling my cheek. "Are you okay with that?"

  I nod because I've never been more okay with anything in my whole life. We both drop onto the bed, my timid demeanor disappearing when my mouth crashes onto his needing his ardent kiss more than I need my next breath. I sigh in relief when his body looms on top of mine, his weight crushing me into the mattress.

  "James," I whisper in between fervent kisses, aching to have him inside me.

  He pulls away just long enough to look me in the eyes. I'm starting to realize that James needs that connection just as much as he needs to own my body. He widens my legs and wraps them around his waist, so his cock is right at my entrance. His hard shaft rubs at my aching pussy, threatening to make me lose my mind if he doesn't quit with the foreplay and take me already.

  "Put me inside you," he demands, his hand latched onto my throat.

  I do
n't hesitate and do just as he says, grabbing his cock until it's at my core. Without warning, I take him deep inside me, and God, it's more perfect than I could have ever imagined.

  "Oh, my God," I whimper when he begins thrusting deep inside me.

  "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his eyes slanting in pain.

  "Don't stop," I demand, my nails sinking into his back as he pounds into me like he wants to split me in two.

  Fuck!" he growls, sinking his teeth into my shoulder while repeatedly hitting that one spot inside me that has me thrashing from under him.

  "James!" I yell, coming undone for the second time tonight.

  I cum long and hard, succeeding in tipping him over the edge too. We both ride the high of our orgasms, James planting open kisses on my neck and my cheeks until his lips finally fall onto mine. I let his kiss consume me, dominate and own me in every way.

  When we break apart, we stay silent, just staring into each other's eyes. This man is sin incarnate, but it's the genuine soft smiles he throws at me that pierces through my heart. Sex has never been this easy for me. I always overthink every little thing I do, so cumming like this so easily and quickly has taken me by surprise.

  That familiarity of feeling safe in his arms assaults me once more. It's almost as if he knows exactly which buttons to push on my body to get me to where I need to go. Like he's done it a million times before.

  "Now, how about we do this with no clothes on this time?" He chuckles, pulling me out of my pensive thoughts.

  "You won't hear any complaints from me," I reply with a heady taint to my voice.

  "Good. Because we have all night, and I'm going to take advantage of every second."

  "Then I guess you better get started."

  And God help me, he does.

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  When I wake up, my whole body purrs with satisfaction. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that sex could be so mind-blowing. I turn to the side and pout when I realize I'm all alone in James' enormous bed. I don't hear the shower running in his bathroom, nor any evidence of him anywhere. If every limb in my body weren't sated and completely satisfied, I'd swear last night had been a dream.

  But it happened.

  The proof of that is me waking up in his room, James' manly scent still on his sheets and my skin. I stretch contently, wondering when my devilish lover will return when my happiness is dampened with the sound of my phone ringing. The ringtone is one I know all too well. My baby sister is probably ringing me up to demand to know where I am. Real-life is calling and breaking the spell of the wonderful erotic night I had, pulling me in its clutches and telling me that last night was just a reprieve from my current pathetic existence.

  Knowing that I can't wait any longer, I get out of bed, run to the bathroom to get a two-minute shower in, and get dressed in last night's clothes. Minus, of course, my ripped-up panties. When I get out, the pit of my stomach sinks when I see that James hasn't returned yet.

  Maybe this is his way of telling me I should leave, not wanting to have the dreadful next morning talk. And here I thought that last night was as special for him as it was for me.

  A relentless tidal wave of shame and embarrassment hits me hard, my eyes beginning to sting with this new rejection. Somehow it feels as if James' coldness hurts me more than Valerie and Knox's betrayal ever did.

  How stupid is that?

  I don't even know the man, yet here I am on the verge of a meltdown.

  Not wanting him to see how his harsh rejection affected me, I storm out of his room in search of my carry-on that I'm pretty sure we left beside his front door. For the second time, I don't look around his place, my gaze falling to the floor so that I don't catch a glimpse of any family portraits that may be hanging on the walls. The last thing I need is to see a picture of James when I'm feeling this vulnerable.

  When my eyes land on my one piece of luggage, still intact and waiting for me by the door, I let out a sigh of relief. I'm about to reach it when a familiar voice calls out my name from behind me.

  "Nicki?"

  I turn around, my jaw slacking open in disbelief, when I see my little sister with a mug of coffee in her hands walking towards me.

  "You're here!" she beams, placing the mug on a side table to rush towards me and pull me in a hug. "I can't believe you're here. I was almost sure you were going to blow me off when you didn't answer my calls. When did you get here? Who let you in? I'm so glad you made it on time! This is going to be the best Christmas ever!" she rambles on, utterly oblivious to my shocked state.

  She pulls away from our embrace, her whiskey-colored eyes twinkling with glee.

  "What...what are you doing here?" I croak, still trying to piece the puzzle together.

  "What do you mean?" She chuckles. "Oh, I get it. Did you take something so you could get on the plane? Jesus, Nicki, when will you get it in your head that nothing bad will happen if you step foot on a plane. You're not a kid anymore," she reprimands, rolling her eyes.

  I want to remind her that our parents died in a plane crash, hence my hesitation in boarding a flight, but I'm still too shell-shocked to find Valerie in the same house as my one-night stand to say anything.

  "Whatever. I'm sure the drugs will wear off before we make the drive up to the cabin. Knox and his dad should be home any minute with some more supplies. Wait until you see the place. I swear it's right out of a fairy tale."

  I'm still in utter shock, not understanding what she's saying, when the sound of a door opening behind me has a cold shiver running down my spine.

  "Oh, good. They're here!" Valerie jumps excitedly, running past me to greet the two men that just walked through the door.

  I swallow dryly, my feet refusing to move, and turn around to face what I'm starting to realize I'm about to find.

  "Nicki, don't just stand there. Come say hi," Valerie states frustratedly.

  I close my eyes and take a massive intake of breath before turning around and coming face to face with my worst nightmare. As expected, Val is clinging onto the arm of an uncomfortable-looking Knox.

  But he's not the one my eyes land on first.

  It's the rugged, handsome man that knows every inch of my body standing beside him.

  "Don't mind my sister. She's not usually so out of it. She's just a little jet lagged. Come on, Nicki. Come and meet my father-in-law. James, this is my sister, Nicole. Nicki, this is Knox's dad, James."

  Fuck me!

  Oh, wait.

  He already did.

  Chapter 4

  What in the fuckity fuck?

  “James Cross,” I stutter, my eyes glued on the sexy, ‘one-night’ stand I not only spent a scandalous, explosive and freaking daring night with but he’s Mr. Cross.

  THE Mr. Cross.

  I was right last night…

  James is the man from the ultra-penthouse. The man who showed me how to make myself come, how to be pleasured and he showed how filthy sex can be. Sure it was a case of mistaken identity that turned into a scandalous night in the dark and then last night…

  Oh sweet baby Jesus.

  We watch each other, his dark, hooded gaze clashing with my bewildered one.

  I wait to see some flicker of recognition or at least for surprise, because I sure as hell am surprised, but instead, his chiseled face is impassive, deadly and so damn gorgeous, my heart starts pounding away in my chest.

  I’m watching him so intently that I hardly notice Knox watching me with guilt written all over his face. It’s as if he just fades in the background when James--his father--is in the room. God, James is Knox’s father! My mind is reeling!

  “Uh, Nicki,” Val says in a high pitched tone as she strides over to me, all wide-eyed with faux innocence and concern, but I can see the message she’s sending. Don’t embarrass me. “Are you all right?”

  “Y-yeah,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off of the face I spent last night kissing and admiring while he screwed me so good, I forg
ot everything about this… this dumpster fire of a reunion with my sister and my ex boyfriend. And now, in the space of a few minutes, I discover this twisted, dirty and wrong thing with James is seriously fucked up. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get my bearings about me. It was a long night.”

  James' nostrils flare just a tiny bit, I doubt anyone would’ve noticed, but my cheeks flush as I see the lust in his eyes. I look away, unable to look at him a second longer.

  “Of course,” Val says with a fake smile that I see clearly now. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it before. “How was your flight?”

  “It was go-”

  “Great,” she says, cutting me off. She grabs my hand and practically tugs me along with her. “Come meet Knox’s dad! He’s been really great, you know, with allowing us to celebrate our marriage and the holidays in his beautiful Colorado home.”

  Marriage. Of course. My baby sister and my ex are married now. Of course.

  I try my best not to show my revulsion or the slight twinge of sadness on my face. Instead I focus on Val and how beautiful she looks, ignoring the chaos in my chest as I step closer to the two silently observing yet vastly different men.

  I can feel James’ heated gaze on me. He’s watching me with a canal precision that makes my blood simmer, but if I’m being honest, my body temperature is heating up for a whole different reason.

  “You never met Knox’s father before, did you, Nicki?” Val questions with a sly smile on her face.

  It’s then that I look at Knox, trying to swallow the spiky ball of shock lodged in my throat. The asshole looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, all nervous as if someone forced him to stick his freaking dick in my baby sister behind my back then went ahead and eloped with her.

  “No,” Knox speaks for the first time, his voice scratchy and awkward. “They’ve never met.”

  I glance at James. He’s giving me the kind of look that says ‘I’ve seen you naked and I want more.’