Five Weeks In December

by Blue Kincaid

  “Harry…”

  He glanced up at her, big hands splaying on her inner thighs and urging them wider, until she lay fully exposed to him, pussy clenching with want. Her cheeks flushed at the feeling – so vulnerable and open, she loved that more than almost anything else.

  “Go ahead, December. Tell me what you’re feeling.” His hands slid inward a little, so his thumbs brushed ever so lightly over her already slick flesh.

  “Out of control.” Her breath panted. “Please… God, touch me, Harry, please?”

  “I am touching you.” His smile could only be called wicked.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to call him evil, but she bit it back. He’d reacted very badly to being teased about being infuriating, so she assumed other things along that line were out, too. Difficult, because oh, he was evil. Wonderfully so as his thumbs stroked on either side of her achingly empty pussy. The urge to reach down and do the fingering he withheld was strong and for an instant she wished he’d tied her hands so it’d be easier to resist. Then again, she suspected that was entirely the point of his choice. He wanted her to choose to obey.

  She bit her lip, hips shifting restlessly with need. “Please, Sir. I’ll be so good. Just… Just a little more…” One leg lifted, calf sliding along his biceps to hook over his shoulder. God, she could imagine how she looked now, spread wide, wet with arousal, open for him. From the expression on his face as his gaze slipped lower, he definitely appreciated the view. Pride swelled in her, knowing she’d pleased him. Like any submissive, professional or not, at her core she lived for moments like this, when she pleased her Master.

  Harry’s thumbs continued to stroke, taunting but never getting any closer to what she really wanted. “What is it you want? Hmm?”

  December’s back arched. “Is this you trying to get me to recant my promise not to be one of those subs who melts into begging with a crook of your finger?”

  Harry grinned, bending to give the inside of her thigh a soft bite. “Sweetheart, you broke that promise when you begged for more just now. Besides…a crook of my finger is what you want most right now, isn’t it?”

  “God yes.” That didn’t begin to cover what she wanted from him right then.

  His thumb swept inward a bit, grazing her clit and sending shivering sparks down her spine that made her breath catch. “Then ask for it.” His eyes met hers, mouth against her thigh where it hooked over his shoulder, breath a subtle fan across her wet flesh. “I want you to ask me for what you want, December. Ask and I’ll give it to you.”

  Her breath escaped in a short rush at the realization. Finally. “I want your mouth on me. I want your fingers in me. I want your cock. Please, Harry. Please?”

  The grin she got from him when she said ‘please’ took her breath away seconds before his mouth slid along the inside of her thigh and closed on her clit. Her hips bucked and December blushed at the rough chuckle Harry let out. God, that turned her on almost as much as his mouth did, tongue playing havoc with her body, circling around her clit in sinuous movements.

  Her fingers clutched the headboard slat, fighting the urge to let go and bury her hands in his hair, to keep his mouth right there. But oh, she wanted to not, wanted to obey him and see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes. More than that, she wanted to see the confidence in them, as he watched her come apart under his ministrations. A man like Harry should never doubt himself and it made December all the more determined to help him gain that belief back.

  Her head tilted back with a sharp cry as Harry’s teeth grazed her clit and his tongue snaked down to probe her entrance, pushing shallowly inside before resuming long, deep licks from top to bottom of her pussy. Lapping at her, almost, as though she were a delicious treat he couldn’t get enough of. She shuddered, wondering if he really thought so.

  “Fuck, you taste so good.” Harry groaned, and December giggled breathlessly, lifting her head to look down at him.

  “I was wondering if you…if you thought so.”

  He grinned up at her, mouth slick with her juices and the sight of him made her pussy clench hard, craving his cock so bad it almost hurt. “I do think so. I might make you a part of every meal from now on.”

  Oh, she wished he would, thighs spreading further, offering herself to him. “I’m yours,” she whispered, hips circling in invitation. “Whatever you want, Harry…please…”

  His eyes darkened and he slid up over her, hand between her thighs to sink two fingers deep inside her at the same instant his mouth captured hers. The flavor of herself mixed with him exploded on her tongue and combined with the fullness of penetration her body wanted so much. December arched hard up off the bed, crying out into Harry’s mouth.

  She couldn’t seem to stay still, body writhing, hips twisting and lifting to welcome his fingers, clenching hard to draw them deeper and keep them inside her. She kissed him back with every bit of the heat and ferocious desire he fed to her with his mouth, forgetting all about the need to breathe, the need to remember her goal, forgetting to remember Harry was not hers and she wasn’t his. None of that even mattered, just Harry and his kiss and his wordless commands as he worked her over so completely it blew her mind.

  When the kiss broke, she panted hard, staring up at him. “Harry…please…may I let one hand go? Just one?”

  He grinned and bit her lower lip, tugging sharply on it before letting it go and nodding. “Just one.”

  December let out a grateful gasp, stretching over to the end table and yanking open the drawer to grab a handful of condoms, dropping them on the bed before reaching up to grab onto the slats again.

  Harry laughed, reaching over to scoop up the little pile of condoms. “Optimistic, are we?” He let the handful fall across her stomach and breasts.

  She shrugged with a smile, licking her lips. “I didn’t have time to sort them and pick one. Please, Harry, I want you…”

  Instead, he hesitated, expression thoughtful. How he could think right now, she didn’t know. “When did you put these in here?”

  What was he waiting for? She blew a strand of hair out of her face and frowned up at him. “Um…the first night, I think. Why?”

  Harry’s smile was pure male pride. “So, you decided you were going to sleep with me…early on, then.”

  December laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yes, I did. Now are you going to fuck me or are you going to lay there and gloat?”

  Harry reached down and shoved his pants down, freeing his cock. He grasped the shaft and December’s breath hitched hard when he tapped the head against her clit. “Let go of the headboard. I want you to put one on me.”

  December went weak inside, letting go and reaching over to fumble through the pile. Harry knelt up and she glanced down, eyes widening before decisively picking a Magnum. She gave him a grin and shifted up onto her knees, hands on his chest. “Lay down. I’m very good at this.” He had no idea.

  Harry obeyed, kicking his pants off along with his shoes as he turned to lay back, propping up on his elbows to watch her. Good, she loved watching a man’s face the first time she did this. “So good at putting on a condom that I ought to lie down?” he asked, looking amused.

  “You tell me in about thirty seconds, how about that?” She tore the condom package open and straddled Harry’s legs, bending low over him. His smile shifted to intense concentration as she lightly trailed her tongue along the hard shaft. December never took her eyes off his face. “First…a little lubrication helps.” A split second later she took the broad, slick head of his cock into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck.” Harry’s head tilted back and December stared for a second, struck by how gorgeous he was, his big body stretched out for her, naked now. All long limbs and hard muscle and intense turquoise eyes gone depths-of-the-ocean blue in the dim light of the bedroom. On her knees, bent over him, serving him… She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Almost, anyway. The luckiest girl would be the one who got him after her. Because that girl wouldn’t have to let him go.


  But she wasn’t going to think about that. For now he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him. Normally that didn’t turn her on the way it did this time. Just another way Harry was a dozen kinds of different.

  His hand came down into her hair and December’s eyes closed at the possessive touch, clit throbbing between her thighs in anticipation of that claiming touch elsewhere. She drew deeply on his cock, eyes opening to look up at Harry as she took him deeper, letting her tongue swirl, wet and warm and just the way men liked it best. Harry’s groans and sighs and the way his fingers tightened reflexively in her hair told her he liked it, too, very much.

  Before he could like it too much, December lifted her mouth, expertly rolling the condom over the head. She flashed Harry a wicked look. “Now the best part.”

  He chuckled roughly, breath panting heavily. “It gets better?” He sounded so sweetly incredulous.

  She answered by closing her lips around the head of his cock, lips sealed above the roll of the condom, and deftly took him all the way to the base, the condom rolling on as she went until his now condom-sheathed cock was in her throat and his eyes had pretty much rolled back in his head.

  “Dear sweet fucking hell…” Harry groaned out, hand now a fist in her hair.

  She pulled off slowly, giving a last, deep suck at the tip before releasing his cock with a pop from her mouth and a devilish grin up at him. “Now will you fuck me?” she asked, voice all candy sweetness when inside she felt as if she might come apart on a cellular level if he didn’t do more than tease her.

  Harry reached down and easily pulled her up the full length of his body until she no longer straddled his legs, but his hips and his cock was a hard, hot ridge pressed the length of her pussy. She moved against him immediately, unable to stop herself.

  He popped her hard on the ass with his big hand, lifting his head to give her lower lip a bite. “Slutty girl.” His voice growled. “I didn’t say you could ride me like that, did I? Maybe I want you to wait. Maybe I want you to beg like you told me you wouldn’t.”

  Oh god, and she would, too. Beg until he lifted her a couple of inches and guided his cock into her body where she craved it like a dying man craves one more minute, one more hour, one more day. In fact, she opened her mouth to do that because yes, yes she was a slutty girl, his slutty girl tonight and slutty girls begged for cock.

  Before she could, however, Harry gave her exactly what they both wanted and reached down to spread her pussy with his fingers and then, oh yes then, his cock sank home as if it’d been made especially for her body. Especially for every ripple and slick motion of muscles deep inside opening to welcome him in. For his part, Harry wound his hand in her hair and dragged her down for a scorching kiss as he began to move. He held her against him and fully ravaged her mouth.

  He swallowed her cries as his hips snapped hard and fast, driving his cock up into her. Then he drank in her moans when he slowed to a rolling swell that made her toes curl and her belly clench. Then he let her mouth go and she gave him every begging plea he’d wanted. She begged him to never stop. She begged him to wait when it seemed too much, then sobbed in pleasure when he didn’t and forced her to take more than she thought she could handle.

  In short, he owned her. He ruled her. And he never let her forget it.

  And when the pleasure switched and changed and became something ravenous and almost dangerous between them, when he rolled her to pound into her while she begged for more and while her nails raked his back and her teeth scraped his jaw, Harry held her in his hands as expertly as any Dom – as any man – ever had. His thumb worked magic on her clit and his tongue was liquid desire in the curve of her breast. But his cock… His cock was heaven that drove her to the edge and beyond and when he came he pulled out, peeled the condom off and did so against the sweat-slick flesh of her inner thigh, his breath a panting staccato between her breasts.

  December held him, tremors rippling through her like aftershocks from some 9.5 earthquake and all she could think was that she was in way, way over her head this time.

  Trouble was, she didn’t even care.

  Chapter Five

  “Last night was amazing.”

  Harry’s head jerked up, as did his brows, meeting December’s gaze over the breakfast table. “Do you always bring up sex at breakfast?”

  December grinned cheekily at him, popping a blueberry from her cereal bowl into her mouth. “When it’s as amazing as last night, yes. I might bring it up again at lunch, it was that good.”

  He had to laugh. She was incorrigible. Wild and sexy and it charmed him. Not to mention aroused him. “Inappropriate. Speaking of, actually, I usually prefer guests wear more than panties at the table.”

  December glanced down at herself – naked as the day she was born save for a pair of pink polka-dot panties – then gave him the same unrepentant smile. “Well, yes, but do your guests often look like this in their underwear?”

  “Point taken.” He took a sip of his coffee and tilted his head at her. “You’re very comfortable.”

  She nodded, one slim shoulder lifting. He couldn’t help notice how her full breasts swayed slightly with the motion. “I don’t see the point in being ashamed. Of what? My body?”

  “Well, I see your point there.”

  “See? In fact, I don’t see why you’re so infatuated with your clothes. Your body is insane. I didn’t imagine architects were so…fit.”

  Harry had dressed fully before coming down so he did feel a little ridiculous sitting there in pants and shirt and shoes. “I suppose you’d like it if I got naked, too?”

  Her grin turned even more wicked. “Oh, would I.” She hesitated for a second then dropped her spoon, sliding out of her chair to kneel beside his. His heart skipped. “I could help.” Her demeanor changed from sassy to erotic and soft and with it the air in the room changed as well.

  Harry’s hand came down and smoothed over her hair, pulled back into a loose braid down her back. Even the braid looked soft, different from a normal one, all…fluffy. “I don’t think I want to be naked. I do, however, like you that way and I like you down there on your knees, too.”

  She sat back on her heels. “Then I’ll stay right here.” She glanced up at his plate, then at him, biting her lip. “I am still hungry, though…”

  He didn’t miss the subtle suggestion and on some level Harry knew she was…not necessarily telling him what to do, but guiding. Leading. Reminding him she belonged to him and in a previous life wouldn’t he have taken advantage of that in ways other than just in the bedroom?

  And yes, he would have.

  Another man might see her there on her knees, nearly naked, and want to pull her up into his lap, or spread her on the table and have her body for breakfast. And while Harry could definitely get behind those ideas, what he enjoyed the most was just…her presence there. At his feet. It always began that way, the fascination he had with beautiful things, with beautiful places and people.

  “You know, I used to think I’d grow up and become an artist, so I could paint all the beautiful bits of the world that fascinated me.” He plucked a bit of pastry from his plate and fed it to her, cock stirring at the way her plump lips closed on his finger and sucked the sweet crumbs off. “I’d paint you if I could draw so much as a stick figure.”

  December rested her cheek against his thigh as she looked up at him. “Is that why you became an architect instead? Are buildings easier to draw than people?”

  Harry lifted his brows at her perceptiveness. “Exactly. Did Jeremy tell you I was an architect?” He didn’t think he had mentioned it last night.

  She shook her head, taking another offered bite, this time a strawberry dripping with juice that coated her lips. “No. I googled you.”

  He felt a little foolish he hadn’t thought of that. He wondered what would happen if he googled her. Of course, he’d need her full name for that. Her real name. If December wasn’t it. “And what did you find, nosy girl?”
He handed her his cup of coffee for a sip.

  She wrinkled her nose at him at the taunt, cupping the mug in both hands as she sipped. “Articles about your work mostly. Pictures of you receiving awards.” She handed him the mug back. “Pictures of you with a woman. The same one all the time.”

  Her voice was very calm, very steady, but it might as well have been a shriek that raked like nails on a chalkboard. He must be very transparent, because December seemed to know it wasn’t a subject he cared to discuss. And yet she’d brought it up anyway.

  “I google all my clients the first time, Harry. I don’t want you to think I snooped. I know there are things you don’t want to discuss, but… Why am I here? What is it you want from this?” December rose, pushing away his plate and climbed into his lap to look at him, her gaze very intense. “What is it you want from me?”

  He didn’t know the answer to that, he didn’t think. Not the full answer, anyway. “I want…” Harry sighed. “I want to not have this reaction any time she comes up. I want her to stop haunting me.”

  December’s hand came up to his face, her expression soft and sympathetic, but determined. “And what else?”

  Harry shook his head, turning his face into her hand and kissing the center of her palm. “There are so many answers to that question, December. None of them are the whole.”

  She pondered that for a moment, thumb stroking his cheek. “Do you want to know what I think?”

  “Yes.”

  “I think you want to forget, and I think that’s not what you need. I think it’s what you want, but need is something very different.” She trailed a fingertip down his jaw. “I think we rarely have a good handle on what it is we need.”

  Harry liked the way she touched him, the way she looked at him. If he didn’t open up to her process somewhat he’d be wasting her time or, worse, he’d end up running her off by being a closed off asshole she didn’t dare trust with herself. She would not be the first submissive he’d run off since Katie, but for the first time, Harry didn’t want that to be the end result. “What is it you think I need, then? I seem to be getting it wrong or you wouldn’t be here, so… Tell me.”