All She Wants for XXX-Mas: An Erotic Christmas Romance Story

by Nathan Stratton

  With his left hand, Michael reached up and grabbed her breast, a bit roughly. Christie whimpered. She realized she had no idea what Michael was capable of doing to her. She’d never known him to act like this, and there was no telling what he might do now. She had a dim flash of concern – but it was only momentary, because the sensations coming from between her legs made it impossible to focus on anything else. Before she knew it, he’d pulled her sweater and bra up over her left breast and was fondling it from below.

  She caught a look at herself in the mirror: she looked like a porn star. This can’t be happening, she thought to herself. I’m going to wake up any second. But she wasn’t sleeping, and her body felt more alive than it had ever been. The orgasm was coming on fast now, and she was getting close to the point of no return.

  As if Michael could sense her rising orgasm, he began to focus all his attention on her clit, his strokes getting more and more rhythmic. She let go of any shred of resistance remaining in her mind, and gave herself over completely to the intensifying pleasure. She was getting close now. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and she lost all control over her voice. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” she kept repeating. “Yeah, just like that. Touch me like that.”

  Suddenly, the floodgates burst inside her, and her whole body tensed up in ecstasy. The next few seconds were a blur. She knew she came, hard, and she knew she grabbed Michael’s thighs as her body convulsed. But as the orgasm tore through her, the world outside her body disappeared. The orgasm seemed to last forever, as wave after wave of sensation came pulsing through her body. She heard a low, guttural noise that sounded like it was coming from somewhere else. It was only as she began to return to Earth that she realized the noise had come from within her.

  Michael stopped moving his hands as the orgasm left her, but he kept them firmly in place for a few seconds, allowing her to hold on to the moment for as long as possible. Finally, she loosened her grip on him, and collapsed into his body. He could have thrown her over his shoulder at that moment and carried her off, and she wouldn’t have been able to resist.

  And just like that, it was over. Michael released her from his arms, and she took a wobbly step backwards on weakened knees. With his mouth open, he kissed her neck again gently in the same spot as before. One brief kiss, just enough to make her whimper. He looked at her face in the mirror; they locked eyes for a second. His expression seemed to be saying something, but Christie didn’t know what.

  Without another word, he walked back out through the door and was gone.

  In an instant, Christie’s post-orgasmic bliss turned to utter confusion, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. She knew she’d enjoyed it, but what about Michael? Why would he come in and overtake her like that, all of a sudden, and then just disappear without a word? Did he have some ulterior motive, some hidden agenda?

  Suddenly she felt exhausted – physically, mentally, and emotionally. There were too many questions, and she just didn’t have the answers at this point.

  But Christie was sure of two things: one, she’d come harder than she had in weeks. Her legs were still shaking from the aftermath. And two, she knew she and Michael had just crossed a line together – and there was no turning back from it now.

  Chapter 3: All She Wants for Christmas

  Christie turned on the hot water faucet again, and did her best to straighten herself up again as the water heated. If she’d been home, she would have taken a long, hot shower, probably followed by a nap. But she was at work, unfortunately, and would have to make do with what she had.

  She lathered up her hands with soap, and cupped them under the almost-too-hot water from the faucet. She pressed her hands against her face and slowly rubbed the warm, soapy water into her skin. It felt great. After an intense orgasm like the one she’d just had, Christie always felt a little fragile, a little delicate. The soothing comfort of a warm-water facial was a welcome treat.

  Christie washed the last of the soap from her face, careful not to open her eyes. She turned the water as cold as it would go, and splashed some onto her forehead, recoiling a little as the ice-cold water touched her skin. It was the perfect way to chase away the mental fog she was feeling and shock her back into reality.

  She gripped the edges of the sink with both hands and just stood there for a minute, letting the water drip down off her face and down the strain. She opened her eyes, tentatively, and blinked several times. She turned off the water and shook her head back and forth.

  Okay, she thought. What the fuck just happened?

  She looked up at herself in the mirror, where not five minutes ago she’d gotten a first-hand view of herself being taken by the man she desired. Her hair was totally disheveled, and her makeup had come off. She looked like she’d been out all night. How was she going to face Rick now, after he’d seen her looking so put-together earlier?

  For that matter, how was she going to face Michael?

  As that thought crossed her mind, Christie groaned to herself. The circumstances of what had happened were just so strange that she had no idea how to handle the situation. Well, Christie, you’ve done it again, she scolded herself. You’ve gotten yourself into quite a fine mess over here. Why did the problems in her life always seem to involve men?

  She couldn’t help but laugh a little at the ridiculousness of it all – and as it turned out, laughter was exactly the boost she needed. She looked again at herself in the mirror, narrowed her eyes, and grinned as she kept laughing. Whatever happened next, Christie would do her best to take charge of the situation. She wasn’t sure yet what she wanted out of it, but she wasn’t going to let Michael call all the shots. She winked at herself playfully, and laughed again.

  She straightened up, patted down her shirt, and turned on her heel. I’ve got this, she thought to herself. She walked out of the bathroom feeling like a million bucks.

  It was a good thing Christie had so much confidence, because no sooner had she left the bathroom than she ran into the nosiest person in the whole office: Alice, getting in at 10 AM on the dot like she always did, walking down the hallway with a coffee mug in her hand.

  When Alice saw Christie, she stopped mid-stride, the coffee mug halfway to her mouth. She stared dumbfounded at Christie, her mouth half-open and her eyebrow raised up to the ceiling.

  “Hey, Alice,” said Christie cheerfully, and walked right past her before she could say anything, smiling as she noticed Alice’s flabbergasted look.

  After a few seconds, Alice came running after Christie. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Alice, stepping in front of Christie’s path. “Just hold on a second there, girl. What the what-what what?”

  Alice sure had a way with words. Christie giggled. “I beg your pardon?” she asked.

  Alice pushed her glasses up on her nose, and put her hand on her hip. She was smiling like she’d just figured out a secret, but her eyebrow was still raised in a puzzled look. She pointed her coffee mug at Christie, waving it around as she spoke.

  “Now I may not know much,” began Alice, “but in my sixty-four years I think I’ve seen a thing or two. And one thing I know for sure is how to tell when someone’s gotten lucky last night. And damn, girl, you look like ‘last night’ happened more like ‘this morning.’ Now, no excuses – out with it! Who’s the guy, and more importantly, when can I get a piece of that?”

  Christie laughed out loud, rolling her eyes. “Alice, you have no shame,” she said.

  “You’re damn straight,” said Alice. “Now, come on – fess up! And don’t try telling me it was jolly old Saint Nicholas.”

  Just then, Michael stepped out of the back room. He noticed Alice and Christie talking, and shot them a quizzical look. When his eyes found Christie’s, he smiled at her for just a split-second before letting his face fall back into a neutral, un-readable expression. She felt a flash of heat run across her face. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t hold his gaze.

  Then, to her horror, Michael began to walk t
owards them. Oh, no, Christie thought. She tried her best to act casual as he approached, even if her insides were doing flips.

  “Hello, ladies!” said Michael, with a note of laughter in his voice. That damn cocky smile of his was back in full force. “And how are the two most beautiful women in the office doing today?”

  “Hey, Michael!” said Alice, oblivious to the look that had passed between him and Christie. “Help me out over here. I was just talking to Christie, trying to find out who the lucky guy is that’s been spiking her eggnog.”

  “Alice!” Christie cried.

  Michael turned to Christie, an amused expression on his face. “Oh, yeah?” he said, folding his arms across his chest. He was obviously enjoying this, and seemed perfectly capable of pretending nothing had happened between them.

  “Way to go, Christie!” Michael said. “I thought you looked happy this morning. He must have really been something special!”

  Christie rolled her eyes. Two could play at this game. “I’ve had better,” she said flatly, and smirked.

  Michael burst out laughing. “Is that so?” he said. He opened his mouth like he was about to add another snappy comment, but his normally quick wit seemed to be failing him.

  Christie loved turning the tables on him and seeing him at a loss for words. “What’s the matter, Michael?” she teased him. “Cat got your tongue?”

  Michael rubbed the back of his neck, and grinned warmly at Christie. He shrugged. He seemed to realize she’d gotten the better of him, and was ready to forfeit this round of verbal jousting.

  “Something like that,” he said with a laugh. “Anyway, this is fun, but I’ve got some actual work to do. And besides,” he said, turning to Alice, “didn’t your mother ever tell you not to gossip?”

  Alice harrumphed. She wagged her finger at Michael. “Listen, honey, I’m retired,” she said. “Aside from this volunteer work, the most entertainment I get is from the soaps on TV. If I didn’t gossip, I’d have nothing to do all day.”

  Michael laughed again. “Well, if you’re looking for gossip, you should go find Rick – word around the office is he was up to no good last night.” He looked at Christie and gave her a mischievous grin.

  That piqued Alice’s interest. “Oh, really? All right!” said Alice. “It’s about time that boy got some booty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some other-people’s-business to attend to. Have a lovely day, sweeties.” She hustled off to find Rick.

  As soon as Alice was out of earshot, Christie whirled to face Michael. The smile from a few seconds ago had left her face completely, and had been replaced with an angrily furrowed brow. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

  “Are you crazy?!” she demanded. “What was that all about?”

  “What, just now?” Michael asked innocently.

  “No, a week ago,” said Christie sarcastically. “Yes, of course just now!”

  “I just thought Alice would get some fun out of bothering Rick,” said Michael, still playing dumb.

  Christie was getting exasperated. “I’m not talking about that,” she said. “I’m talking about our little tête-à-tête in the bathroom. Or have you forgotten about that already?”

  “Oh, that,” said Michael, grinning devilishly. “What about it?”

  “Don’t give me that look,” said Christie. “What, is that just par for the course for you? You just… walk into the ladies’ room and assault whoever you find there?”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Michael, putting up his hands. “I would hardly call that assault. Call me crazy, but you seemed to be enjoying it.”

  “That’s not the point,” Christie said, flushing again at the memory of their tryst.

  “Come on, Christie,” Michael continued. “We both know that was a long time coming. You can’t deny there’s been a spark between us lately. I’m just the one who decided to act on it.”

  “And what about earlier, in the break room this morning with Rick?” demanded Christie. “Were you talking about me in there, or some other woman? Don’t lie to me, Michael. You of all people should know how I feel about two-timers.”

  As she spoke the words, they both paused suddenly. Both were remembering Christie’s ugly breakup with Steve. Christie was thinking about how kind Michael had been then, how understanding. He’d played a big part in helping her move on.

  And Michael, for his part, was realizing that he might have been wrong to try and seduce Christie in the bathroom so abruptly like that. What if she just wasn’t ready for it yet? He might have ruined the one chance he had with her, just by being too eager. He felt like a clown.

  “Christie, I’m sorry,” said Michael. “Of course there’s no other woman but you. God, Christie. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now. I was trying to hold off because of your breakup – I knew you were still hurting. But this past week, things between us have just been…”

  “…Electric,” said Christie, finishing his sentence for him. Beyond that, words were failing her. There was so much going through her mind, it was too much to process all at once. But luckily, no more words needed to be spoken between them. Michael opened his arms to her, and she stepped into his warm embrace.

  Just then, Alice walked back into the hallway. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw them.

  “Well, jingle my bells and call me Santa!” Alice exclaimed.

  Christie and Michael looked at Alice, then back at each other. Michael burst out laughing. “I guess our secret’s out,” he said to Christie. He leaned down and kissed her. It was their first real kiss, and it sent sparks shooting all up and down Christie’s body.

  As their lips parted, she looked up into Michael’s eyes.

  “…Electric,” she said again.

  Chapter 4: …And to All a Good Night

  The next three weeks passed in a blur. Around the office, people quickly got used to the idea of Christie and Michael being together. Apparently, the two of them were the last ones to see what everyone else had known for a long time: they were perfect for each other, whether they realized it or not.

  And whether it was due to Christie and Michael’s romance or just something in the air, the whole office was buzzing with energy. Everyone put in their best effort, and the mood in the volunteer center had never been better. And it paid off, too: their toy donation program was the most successful it had been in years.

  On Christmas Eve, after they’d delivered the last of the toys, Michael rounded up everyone for an informal Christmas party at the local pizza parlor. They were a small group, but over the past month, they’d come together for a common goal. As Christie looked around the room – at Michael, at Alice, at Rick – she realized that now, more than ever, they felt like family to her.

  Most people left the party early; it was Christmas Eve, after all. But Michael and Christie stayed out until closing, just talking and talking over a bottle of red wine. Unlike most of the others, they didn’t have a family at home to get back to. But Christie didn’t mind. Her loneliness of the past few months was gone completely, and instead she was filled with a huge sense of excitement for the future.

  After the bar closed, they went back to Michael’s place, in what had become an increasingly common routine over the past few weeks. In fact, Christie stayed over with him more often than not these days, and his place was almost beginning to feel like home. As they took off their boots in his foyer, she told him as much. He grinned. “I was hoping you would say that,” he told her.

  But Michael had saved one surprise for Christie. As they opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of a huge Christmas tree, heavy with ornaments and replete with sparkling lights.

  “Oh, wow, Michael!” exclaimed Christie. “It’s beautiful! When did you have time to do all this?”

  Michael just smiled at her, that same teasing smile he’d had since the day they met. “Just call it a Christmas miracle,” he said slyly, and pulled her in for a kiss.

  Christie returned the kiss hungri
ly, then pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she said.

  Michael grabbed her, his rock-hard biceps pulling her roughly against him. His eyes flashed with lust. He kissed her again, deeply, then lifted her up and threw her down on the couch.

  In the next second, he was on top of her, kissing her with a passion that had only grown in the past weeks. Since that first encounter, they’d explored every inch of each other’s bodies, and knew exactly which buttons to push to send each other into fits of ecstasy. Christie now traced Michael’s broad shoulders with her fingernail, relishing the feel of his muscles underneath.

  “Take this off,” she told him, tugging on his black Henley T-shirt. He obliged, ripping off the shirt to reveal his chiseled chest and abs. He had the best body of anyone she’d ever been with, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She licked his chest playfully, tracing a long, slow line from between his nipples all the way up to his neck. He held his chin out above her and closed his eyes, savoring the touch of her tongue on his skin.