Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  Like a lion ready to sink his teeth onto its gazelle, James eats the distance between us and wraps his large hand on my throat again. A wanton sigh immediately escapes my lips when his other hand travels to my slit to verify for himself the effect he has on me.

  He groans when my juices drench his fingers with just a slight caress.

  “Tell me what you need, Nicole? I’ll give you anything you want,” he professes, his nose running up my neck to that soft spot behind my ear.

  “You. All I want is you.”

  The words have barely made it out of my lips when he falls to his knees and arches my leg over his shoulder.

  “Argh!” I scream out the minute his tongue starts ravishing my pussy.

  My head falls back on the oak tree as he lifts my other leg over his shoulder. My hands grab hold of his hair for support as James eats me out with such proficiency that white blind spots cover my vision. Like a man starved, his fingers sink to my ass, controlling my body to follow his tempo. My naked back skates over the oak as if nails are running down my flesh to give me that little bit of pain with my pleasure. He sucks my clit, nibbles on the sensitive flesh before releasing it from its hold to torture me with his tongue. I’m so close to combusting already it is a wonder I’m still intact.

  “Please,” I beg, needing desperately to cum.

  James pulls away, my juices coating his bearded chin.

  “Please what?” he growls, his fingers now toying with my aching cunt.

  “Make me cum, Mr. Cross. Please.”

  The wolfish grin that springs forth on his face has me leaking down my thighs.

  “Such a needy girl,” he taunts, inserting one of his huge fingers inside me.

  “My God,” I wail, my eyes closing to enjoy the incredible sensation.

  A hard slap on my ass has me opening up my lids, biting the corner on my bottom lip.

  “Eyes on me, sweet girl. If you want your prize, then you have to watch me give it to you.”

  I repeatedly nod, holding my breath as he adds another finger. It takes an enormous amount of effort on my part to keep my eyes open, especially when I’m staring at the man I love on his knees, ready to give me all my heart’s desires.

  The instant the word ‘love’ comes into my head, my pussy clenches around his fingers.

  “Fuck,” he growls, losing his mind with how my cunt is intent on keeping his digits hostage.

  With stars in my eyes and love in my heart, I watch on bated breath as he sinks his head in between my thighs, intent on fucking me with his fingers and mouth. It takes me but a minute to shout out his name and cum on his tongue. My legs shake on his shoulders, my hands pulling at his hair to keep me tethered to the ground. I must lose time with the earth shattering orgasm because when I finally come back from my stupor, James is already on his feet, my legs wrapped around his waist as he plunges his tongue in my mouth. I taste myself on his lips, moaning with how good my essence mingled with his fits together so perfectly.

  “I’m going to take you raw, Nicole. I don’t want anything to be in between us. Not even a fucking condom,” he growls as he pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to release his bulging cock.

  “Just take me, James. I’m yours, remember?”

  “You are, aren’t you?” he whispers, running his thumb over my lower lip.

  I open my mouth to tell him just how much, to confess that I’ve fallen in love with him, but all my words remain trapped in my throat with the feel of his crown breaching my tight entrance and dominating it completely.

  “Jesus,” he moans. “Always so fucking tight for me. You make a man like me weak.”

  With one hand gripping my thigh, the other remains on my neck as he plunges his hard cock into my pussy until it’s at its hilt. The feeling of fullness takes my breath away as James lowers his head so that he can take one of my nipples into his mouth. My fingers weave through his lush hair as he sucks and bites on my sensitive orb.

  “Fuck. Baby, are you on the pill?” he asks, mid-thrust.

  “What?” I pant, unable to understand one word his beautiful mouth says when he’s claiming my body this way.

  “Fuck it. I don’t even care. Milk me dry, my darling girl.”

  He pounds into my pussy with primal, animalistic passion. Each thrust pins me to the trunk at my back, increasing the exquisite pain and pleasure. My arms wrap around his neck, my nails sinking into his shoulders. The moan he lets out tells me he enjoys the bit of pain mixed with pleasure just as much as I do. All of him is dominating and ruthless as he plays with my body like a fiddle, ringing out every emotion out of me.

  I want to cry and laugh at the same time. I want to whisper words of love into his ear just as much as I want to tell him all the dirty words that will make his head spin with lust. This is what he does to me. Makes me a glutton for his cock as well as greedy to have his heart.

  My lust-filled haze comes to a halting stop when I hear boots drawing closer to us. With half-mast eyes, I see Knox’s hateful stare fixed on us. My breath catches in my throat, my body growing momentarily stiff. James sees the change immediately, looking over his shoulder to see what has grabbed my attention off our lovemaking. Knox’s disgusted snarl is clear as day, even from ten feet away. At first, I think James is going to put me down and shield my naked body from his son’s gaze. But James does the very opposite of that.

  “Mine,” he growls loud enough for Knox to hear and then begins to pound into me with such fervor that the whole world could be watching us fuck, and I wouldn’t care.

  “Oh my god,” I scream out, only to have James pull at my hair to look at me.

  “Say my name, sweet girl. I want the whole world to hear who you belong to.”

  My pussy instantly leeks on his steel length as James hits that one spot inside my walls that has me seeing heaven itself.

  “JAMES!”

  “That’s it.”

  He plows into me like a man on a mission to mark me inside out as his. And I let him. Because being his is the sweetest, most decadent thing that has ever happened to me. I cum on a wail, his name on my lips. James follows right after me, his cum filling up my womb. When I finally open my eyes, I remember that James and I aren’t alone in these woods. My gaze flings to the place where Knox had been watching us and verify that he’s no longer there.

  “Hey,” James says, reaching for my chin. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Are you sure? Because it feels like we have.”

  “I’ll deal with my son,” he replies with a stern tone.

  “James, I don’t want to be the reason why you two don’t get along.”

  “The rift between Knox and I happened long before you came into the picture, sweetheart. I’m done trying to have a relationship with him when it’s obvious he doesn’t want it.”

  “He’s still your son.”

  “And you’re my woman.”

  The endearment has me preening in his embrace. I lay my head on his beating chest, smiling when I realize he’s still mostly fully clothed while I’m bare naked.

  “Let me get you dressed before you catch your death out here, sweetheart.”

  Gently he places my feet back on the mushy snow, but instead of picking up my now soaked dress and camisole, he pulls off his winter coat and puts it on me. I take a whiff of his manly scent, his heat still embedded in his winter coat, warming my chilled bones. I let out a small chuckle when I see that his coat comes to a little lower on my knees, offering me more warmth than my sweater dress ever could. He picks my wet clothes up in his hand and wraps his other over my shoulder, bringing me in.

  “Are you warm enough?”

  “Hmm.” I melt into his side. “I am.”

  “Good. Now let’s get you inside so you can take a warm bath.”

  “Are you going to take it with me?” I cock a flirtatious brow.

  “You better fucking believe it. You’re stuck with me now. You understand that, don’t you?”

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p; “I do.” I smile.

  He pulls my chin up to look at him, such tenderness in his eyes that my knees go weak.

  “You’ve really done a number on me.”

  “Good. Because you’ve done the same to me.”

  I’m left without words yet again when the boyish smile that tugs to his lips lights up his whole face, making him look younger than he is.

  “Let’s go before I change my mind and fuck you again right here in the snow. I won’t be the reason why you get pneumonia over Christmas.”

  I hide my smile in his chest as we both make our way back to the cabin. There is a certain perverse and forbidden thrill in feeling his cum leaking down my thighs. I almost stop to beg him to lick me clean and make me cum again on his tongue, but I know he’s right in getting us back inside before I do get sick. Of course, when we enter the cabin, reality pokes a hole in my plans of taking James upstairs and having my way with him.

  “You are something else, aren’t you?!” Val yells at me the minute we pass through the living room's threshold. “First, you flirt with my husband, and then you go and fuck his dad? I’m ashamed to call you my sister. You are nothing but a repulsive slut!”

  James takes a step in her direction, ready to rain hellfire on her, but I hold onto his arm preventing him from moving.

  “Please,” I whisper beside him. “Let me handle my sister.”

  He offers me a hesitant nod, his glower locked on Valerie.

  I take two steps towards her, the snarl at her lips making her look just as grotesque on the outside as she is on the inside.

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, Val. But before you start throwing stones at me and disowning me as your sister, I need to clarify some things for you. I did not flirt or make a pass at your husband. He’s nothing to me, and he’s been nothing to me since you married him. I have no idea what lies he’s fed you, but I’m here to say that’s exactly what they are. Lies. And when it comes to my relationship with James, you dear sister, have no say on the matter. It’s my decision and mine alone who I decide to be in a relationship with.”

  “You’re shameless! What will people think?” she spouts with a scoff.

  “Says the girl who stole her sister’s boyfriend behind her back,” I counter with a smile.

  “That’s different. We were in love. You never loved Knox the way I did. He was miserable with you.”

  “If that’s true, then there would be no reason for you to feel so insecure. Face it, Val. Knox is not a good man. He fooled me just as much as he’s fooled you. His wholesome act of boy-next-door is just that, an act. And now he’s putting us against each other.”

  “The only one who has ever fooled me is you. Always acting high and mighty and making me feel less than.”

  “If that’s the way I made you feel, it was never my intention. “There is a small gleam of sadness in her eyes gives me a sliver of hope that maybe my sister isn’t lost to me. “Val, no matter what, you are still my sister. The only family I have. I love you,” I tell her in earnest.

  “Well, I hate you,” she seethes, nostrils flaring.

  James takes a step closer, and I know he’s dying to step in front of me and shield me from all the hate and pain Valerie is throwing at me.

  “You probably think it’s naïve of me to tell you how much I care for you considering all the things you’ve done and said to me. But it doesn’t change my heart. I do love you, Val. And I hope that maybe one day we can be in each other’s lives.” I take in a breath and look her dead in the eye. “Although right now, this person that you’ve become is a stranger to me. One that I hold no affection for whatsoever. When my sister, the one who held my hand when she was frightened, the girl who used to crawl into my bed whenever there was a thunderstorm, the one whose hair I braided and styled anytime she felt insecure, when that sister comes back, come find me. I’ll always love you, Val. That won’t ever change. But right now, I don’t like the person you are and therefore have no room for you in my life.”

  Val’s eyes widen in disbelief, and if she was a cartoon character, I’m almost positive there would be steam blowing out her ears.

  “If you didn’t understand what Nicole just said, that’s your cue to get the fuck out of my house.” James chimes in, his lips thinned into a scowl.

  On a huff, she rushes past us, stomping her feet up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door with a loud thud. Instantly, James wraps his arms around me, knowing how much I need him to keep me together after kicking my sister out of my life. But just as one painful altercation ended, a new one ensues.

  “Isn’t this fucking rich?” Knox says when he catches his father and me hugging in the middle of the living room.

  Instinctively, I place my open palms on James’ chest to push away from his embrace, but he refuses to let me go.

  “No,” he whispers, shaking his head at me. His green-blue gaze softens, silently reminding me that there is nothing to be ashamed of.

  He kisses my temple the minute I relax in his hold, and only then does he face his son.

  “Knox, before you say anything you might regret afterward, let me make it clear that Nicole and I are together, so tread carefully with what you’re going to say next.”

  “Oh, I saw how together you were.” He spits to the floor like some kind of animal.

  James’ form immediately tenses, squaring his broad shoulders.

  “Is that going to be a problem for you?”

  “My father fucking my girlfriend is a big fucking problem, yeah,”

  “Ex!” James shouts. “Ex-girlfriend, son. Or do you need another mental reminder?” James shouts, referring to the little show Knox got outside.

  “You are such a piece of shit, old man.”

  “What I know is that I’m not so old that I can’t give you the good ass-whipping you deserve.”

  If looks could kill, the one that Knox is throwing at his father would have burned him asunder.

  “So, it’s like that, huh? You’re going to choose this bitch over your own flesh and blood?”

  In a flash, James lets me go and rushes over to Knox, holding him by the lapel, slamming his back against the nearest wall.

  “Since we came up to the cabin you’ve been making googly eyes at her, and now you’re calling Nicole names? The only reason I don’t break your face right here and now for disrespecting my woman is because you are my son, Knox.”

  “A lot of good that ever did me. You’ve been the worst father anyone could ever have. I wish you would fucking die already. The world would be a better place for it.”

  Even though James looks unaffected by his son’s comment, I know by the way his jaw ticks that his words cut him deeply.

  “And you, son, have always been a spoiled brat. Wanting only the things you can’t have.”

  “Guess that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree then.”

  “Oh no, boy. You are nothing like me. Your vanity, greed, and lack of decent morality are no traits of mine. I’ve tried, Knox. I truly tried to understand you. I tried endless times trying to bond with you and mold you into a decent human being. But nothing I did or said made a dent or was ever good enough for you. It took me until now to see that kind of person you are. The man standing in front of me is based on the decisions you’ve made, not mine. I blamed myself long enough for the rotten man you’ve become. I won’t do it any longer.”

  James releases his hold on Knox and steps back until he’s close enough for me to reach out and grab his hand.

  “You know what? It’s good that this happened. That way, I don’t have to pretend anymore. I’ve always hated you. Even before you and mom got divorced. You act like you’re above it all, like your shit doesn’t stink, but now I have proof just how much of a sick fuck you really are. And I’m going to tell every tabloid and newspaper how the great James Cross enjoys sleeping with his son’s leftovers.”

  “Get the fuck out, Knox, before I kick you out. When you can respect me and the woman I love, then y
ou can come back. Not before.”

  “Don’t hold your breath waiting. I never want to see you again,” Knox shouts.

  “Then don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.”

  Knox gives us both a dirty look, and he spits yet again on the floor before turning his back and leaving once and for all. James grabs hold of my shoulders, inspecting my face to verify for himself that his son’s poison didn’t hurt me.

  “Are you alright?” he asks worriedly, but my mind and heart are too full with his confession to be able to string a sentence together.

  “Nicole, you’re scaring me. Are you okay?”

  I nod, licking my parched lips.

  “You… you love me?” I ask in a low whisper.

  His anxious features immediately soften.

  “Yes, I do. Is that going to be a problem?” He arches a mischievous brow.

  “No,” I reply on bated breath.

  “Good.” He smiles, palming my face in his hands.

  “Don’t you want to know if I feel the same way?”

  With hooded eyes, he leans in and kisses me. A kiss that has me confessing every secret I’ve buried in my heart and every feeling of love I have for him. Once he’s had his fill, he tugs playfully at my bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away.

  “Your kiss tells me all I need to know,” he coos, with love in his voice.

  I melt to his chest, holding him tightly, wondering how lucky I am that this man came into my life when he did. And even though he doesn’t ask, I vow that I will spend all my days showing him just how much I love him.

  Starting right now on this glorious Christmas morning.

  Epilogue

  To be fair, it’s never really Christmas, or Thanksgiving or any other holiday for that matter, without a bit of family squabble.

  It’s a common occurrence all over the world like the silent resentment between fathers and sons. Petty and snide comments being made by mothers, aunties and other relatives to their unmarried, single daughters, you know, all the ordinary family drama stuff.

  But I don’t know if the explosive fight that happened here in this beautiful cabin happens anywhere else.