All I Want for Christmas is You

by Brenna Lyons

  She nodded shakily, sending her tousled hair over her shoulders and beneath the edge of the short robe she'd greeted him in their second night together. “Can I ask one question?”

  “Of course. Ask whatever you need to.” This was a big step for most women to take, after all. He'd be surprised if she only had one.

  “You're not going to leave me wanting this way all night, are you?”

  Biting back the groan was impossible. “That wouldn't be right,” he agreed. Right. Comfortable. Acceptable. His cock had been making demands since this idea had occurred to him in the trailer.

  Robin moved closer, seemingly intent on climbing into his lap at the table.

  “Eat first,” he ordered. “Andrea is picking you up in an hour and a half. In that time, we still need to get food in your stomach, put the next plug in, sate ourselves, shower, get dressed—”

  “And put the largest plug in,” she reminded him.

  His cock started screaming instead of barking orders. “If you're ready for that.” No matter how easily the first went in, the largest wasn't likely to go in as smoothly.

  “And if I'm not?”

  “I guess you'll have to take it with you in a baggie and change them out in the bathroom.” Or wait for me to do it here.

  No, that would mean waiting far longer than I want to.

  Her mouth opened in an “oh” of surprise. “I don't think I'm quite advanced enough for that. We'd better get it in before I leave.”

  Fuck! His cock was going to kill him. Could someone die of a terminal hard-on? “Sure.” The blood leaving his skull for points south was making him sound like an idiot.

  Robin hesitated, then flipped the pizza box open. Two bites into her slice, she stopped and looked at his empty plate. “Aren't you going to eat?” she asked, guiding her slice up for another bite.

  The grin she loved so much was back on his face, he was sure. “I will. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can start.”

  That bite seemed to go down a little rougher than the others did. Robin stared at him. The first slice of pizza disappeared in a series of bites the likes of which he'd typically take. On her, they were gargantuan, a comical reprise of the guinea pig scene from V in the making.

  He preempted her move to touch him. “At least two.”

  Her hand swung to the box, and she glared at him. The next slice disappeared just as quickly.

  David pushed to his feet and swaggered toward the bedroom, dragging his T-shirt off as he went. After a heartbeat or two, Robin scampered after him.

  He made a show of unfastening his jeans and stroking his fingers up his length through his underwear. Although she'd seen him nude a dozen times, she was intense and attentive. A peevish little voice in the back of his mind wondered if she'd watch the strippers as intently.

  Not if I plant another idea now. “You'll be watching them, but you'll be thinking of me,” he teased.

  Robin didn't argue it. She settled back on the bed to watch him get undressed, no doubt taking his comment to mean he'd be making a show of it.

  Okay. This is a first. He'd never done a striptease for a woman.

  But he knew how to dance. Not the fancy waltzes and tangos Zach learned to make himself seem worldly at formal events, but David could shimmy and grind with a woman with the best of them. As a wrench turner, formal events weren't really his thing anyway. Good thing, because a waltz wasn't what he needed here.

  Imagining Robin in his arms, he started his hips moving in a sensual glide that would leave no doubt he was hard on the dance floor. Her eyes went wide, but her gaze wasn't traveling anywhere, so he guessed that he had her full attention and interest.

  David let the backbeat of one of his favorite hard thumping dance songs run through his mind, peeling his jeans back and then down. Thankfully, they were loose-fitting painter jeans, so he was able to hold them at his upper thighs while he rolled his hips in promise. Then he released them and stepped out of them smoothly.

  Thank goodness for loose jeans at work.

  Robin slid the tie on her robe open, and it gapped around her chest. Even if they hadn't been running out of time, the urge to be inside her at that move was too strong to ignore.

  David hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his last piece of clothing and executed a little three-step to the bedside. The boxer briefs slid away in his grip, and his cock pointed the way to her in excitement.

  She was less restrained. Robin grasped the cloth from his hands and pushed it away. It caught at his knees, and David added another little shimmy to send it south.

  There were no words between them. There was no need for them. Robin sank to the mattress and opened the robe for him. David took full advantage of her position, planting one knee on the mattress between her knees and one hand next to her head.

  He didn't thrust inside her. There was nothing frantic about this. The beat still ringing in his ears, David slid in, moving his hips in one-quarter meter to the song playing in his mind.

  The butt plug inside her made her tighter than usual, adding a delicious friction to the mix. If her sounds were any indication, she felt it too.

  When climax came, it was less kinetic than most of the other times, a sweet release that might have put him to sleep in any other circumstances. David feathered his lips over hers, indulging in leisurely tastes.

  Robin sighed. “Oh, that was good. Why didn't you tell me you could do that?”

  “Do what? A striptease? It was my first,” he admitted.

  Her cheeks went a deep crimson. “Not that, though it was nice.”

  “What we just did?” David had never had so much trouble following a conversation with her before.

  Her hands cupped his buttocks, and she purred, stretching beneath him. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Anytime.” Usually, he was a fan of hard pounding, but if the slow approach had this effect on Robin, he'd be more than willing to do it, whenever she wanted.

  Her gaze flicked toward the clock. “Oh! We're running out of time.”

  Some selfish corner of his mind wanted her to beg off. They could spend the night in bed, exploring the slow approach until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

  No. Knowing my cousins' wives, they'll just show up here to convince her, and then what do we do?

  Even if they went to his place, where he lived wasn't a secret. If he tried to take her someplace unexpected—a hotel or the hunting cabin—finding them both missing would probably cause concern before it did suspicion.

  He nodded. “We'll change out plugs now…then off to the shower.”

  ———

  Robin nodded, her heart in her throat. The small plug wasn't so bad, but she knew how large the other two were, in comparison. And I know how large David is, compared to the largest. She still wasn't certain she could do this, but she was going to give it her best shot.

  Seemingly oblivious to her concerns, David reached into the drawer and pulled out the medium plug. The lube was still on the nightstand, where he'd left it earlier.

  She watched as he squeezed some lube into his hand and warmed it. There was something erotic in simply watching him paint the plug with it, something that had her spreading her legs for him, misgivings or not.

  David looked down at her, his smile widening. “Anxious?” he teased.

  “Yes.” She wasn't lying, in either sense of the word. She was anxious, in the negative connotation, about whether she could follow through. Robin was also anxious, in the positive connotation, to see what he'd do next.

  He reached for the base of the plug that was in and tugged gently. Robin moaned as it eased free. Not having it inserted felt odd, as if her muscles were trying to hold to the plug that wasn't there, as if the space was conspicuously empty, now that it had been removed.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  Robin nodded.

  His eyes went hot in need. He set the small plug aside and lifted the medium-sized one, showing it to her. She tracked it, as he lowered it
toward her.

  The tip was wider than the other had been, but not wider than the lower curve she'd become accustomed to. Robin pushed back, as he pressed the tip inside. He retreated a moment later, and she gasped at his withdrawal.

  “Ready for more?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes.” Suddenly, taking larger plugs didn't seem so problematic.

  He pressed the tip in again, working it back and forth, a little deeper with each inward push. Robin planted her heels on the bed, lifting her ass to aid him. That tightened her anus, and the friction increased.

  David didn't slow. His jaw tightened in some unnamed emotion. “God, I could come just watching you,” he grumbled. If the state of his cock was any indication, he wasn't lying about that.

  The plug went deep, deeper than the first had reached. Robin took slow, even breaths, pushing back to open for the wider section.

  David worked her up patiently, his breathing harsh. Hers wasn't much smoother, and while she thought it would be rough in outright pain, nothing she was feeling could properly be called that.

  The plug seated inside her with a pop, and David snapped his gaze to her face, no doubt questioning her acceptance. Robin offered a stiff nod. Minutes passed, and they stared at each other.

  If asked, Robin couldn't state if she enjoyed the feeling of the plug or not. Her head said no, but it wasn't at all what she'd imagined it would feel like. It was disconcerting to feel the solid weight of the plug stretching her.

  Stretching me for David. She stared at his cock. With everything they'd done so far, why did the idea of this one thing seem so intimate? And when had she decided it was intimate and not invasive?

  “What do you want?” David asked solemnly.

  Robin could only think of one thing she wanted. She pushed up on her hands, brushing her lips against his. One kiss led to another…and another. Her heart tripped in excitement.

  David pulled away. “If you intend to go out with the ladies, you need to get ready now.” He hesitated a moment. “Or, do you want to do something else tonight?”

  “We can't get away with that, can we?”

  A wry smile twisted his lips. “Without admitting what's going on here? No. Not really.”

  She was seriously considering agreeing, when he continued.

  “But that's probably not a good idea…Pop and all,” he conceded. “So, I guess we should get you into the shower.”

  Her heart seemed to wither. He was right. His parents wouldn't approve of this, at all. Butt plugs, bondage, illicit baby making… No, there was nothing about this they'd approve of.

  “The shower,” she agreed.

  ———

  David headed that direction, hiding his expression from her studiously. He wasn't sure why he kept hinting at making this official. Didn't she understand that they would support her moving on to a new relationship, as long as it was one that looked to be going somewhere?

  She doesn't want a serious relationship.

  But he did. How could he make her see that without sending her running the other way?

  He turned the shower on, letting the water heat, while he mulled the problem over. Robin brushed her hair out at the sink, lost in her own thoughts.

  It has to be gently. Robin was still coming to terms with losing Zach. He'd have to hint at it, ease her into the idea that this could be more permanent.

  David tested the water temperature and adjusted it to hotter without looking at the knob.

  I just hope she gets it and accepts it before she manages to conceive Zach's baby and shut me out.

  I won't let that happen. Robin had said she wanted to have his baby. She would be having his baby and not Zach's. That was one thing he'd make clear to her, if he had to.

  He winced at the ways that could go badly.

  “Too hot?” Robin asked, reaching around him to check.

  “No. It's fine.” The water might the only thing that was, but he'd change that, if he could.

  She stepped past him and into the spray. The water plastered her hair down, and Robin tipped her head back, her eyes closed. She was everything he wanted.

  Damn it, she's mine. There was no way he could walk away with nothing more than this.

  He joined her in the shower and slid the door shut. Her lips were too tempting for words, and David leaned down and sampled them. Robin didn't stop him.

  They migrated to the shower wall, hands wandering over slick skin. David grasped the soap and started bathing her. Their lips parted and joined, again and again.

  The urge to continue until the ladies showed up and found them together beat at him. His rational mind rejected that. The one surefire way to end this was to shock Robin when she was starting to come out of the shell she'd hidden in since Zach died.

  Be gentle. Hint at more. No sledgehammer. No Mack truck. Robin needs finesse.

  Instead, he replaced the soap in the dish and rinsed her. Robin stared up at him, her eyes pleading.

  “Time to get dried,” he croaked. “I'll choose the clothes, while you do.”

  Before Robin could agree, he slipped out of the shower and dragged a towel over his hair and body. He handed a second to her and loped into the bedroom. A check of the clock showed they were down to half an hour. There was no time to waste.

  “David?” she called out. “What about the largest plug?”

  He calculated how long she'd had the medium one in. “It will have to wait until just before you leave.”

  She didn't reply to that. Visions of Robin following her usual routine in the bathroom assaulted him. David shook them off. If he indulged in that, they'd be back in bed when Andrea got here with the other ladies.

  He went to her closet; it was conspicuously empty without Zach's clothes taking up half of it. In yet another sign that she was having trouble coming to terms with his brother's loss, her clothes were still taking up only one side of the hanging bar. He suspected the dresser was similarly empty on one side.

  David rifled through the dresses hung at the far right. All the dresses together. All the shirts next. All the skirts. All the trousers and casual pants to the far left. He didn't doubt Zach had organized it that way.

  And she's kept it that way for two years. Why?

  But this wasn't the time to examine that. He pulled out a navy blue sheath dress and laid it across the bed.

  The top drawer of her dresser came next. Everything was folded as he'd seen Zach fold clothes. He tamped that observation down and pulled out a pair of lace panties.

  Robin sauntered into the room, gloriously naked, her hair tamed. The scent of her body lotion explained the delay in her arrival.

  David handed her the panties and waved toward the dress. He headed for his own clothes. It would be as disastrous for him to be nude when the ladies showed up as it would be for her to be…or for them to be together.

  “The panties…”

  He looked back, his jeans halfway up one leg. “What about them?”

  “Well, we still have to put the largest plug in. Don't we?”

  His cock tightened to half mast at the reminder. What he wanted was suddenly clear to him. “Get dressed. Panties, too. We'll take care of the plug.”

  He dragged his clothes on, not daring to look at her. Getting her out the door without landing them both in hot water with the family was going to be hard enough without watching those clothes slide on. When he was dressed and had his boots back on, he finger combed his hair and turned to Robin.

  His mouth went dry, and his cock complained at its confinement. She was standing at the nightstand, carefully lubing up the last butt plug.

  Oh, damn. This is going to be a long night.

  Robin looked up, her expression uncertain.

  David strode to her, putting his hand out for the plug. She handed it over, then wiped her hands on a washcloth she'd brought from the bathroom.

  Their clothing resonated with him. He looked the workman he was and loved being. She was every ounce the beautiful woman
. Robin could have anyone she wanted. What the hell was she doing with him?

  Anything I want. She'd promised that more than once.

  “Face the wall,” he instructed. “And pull the dress up.”

  Robin took a calming breath and did as he'd asked.

  David slipped a finger in the waistband of her panties and worked them down, watching the curve of her ass appearing slowly. When they ringed her thighs, he reached down and drew the plug out.

  Her gasp went straight to his cock. David forced his breathing to slow, aware that he was straining his jeans, loose fit or not.

  He stroked the plug against the ring of muscle, and Robin placed her hands on the wall and pushed her buttocks back. In addition to making it easier to seat the plug, it would allow him to see it sliding in and out. That in mind, he pulled back on one cheek and pressed the tip into her.

  She didn't protest, so he played deeper. Halfway in, he finally hit her comfort zone.

  “Stop,” she gasped out.

  David pulled back slightly, and she took a deep breath. He didn't move the plug. It would take a time for her to acclimate to it.

  Instead, he moved the hand spreading her to her mound and guided her into the cradle of his hips. Nuzzling at her shoulder, he basked in her heat and scent. He trailed his lips to her throat, and Robin moaned. She wiggled against his hip.

  He moved the plug experimentally, shifting it back and forth at a depth she'd proved comfortable with. When Robin didn't ask him to stop, he returned to his examination of her neck.

  Deeper strokes followed, and his hand explored, cupping a bare breast under the sheath. He pinched at her nipple lightly, and she pushed back, taking the plug nearly to the lower curve.

  “That's right,” he breathed.

  Robin tucked her hips then pushed back again, preparing herself for him. Even in his most fevered dreams of her, he hadn't imagined this. Something told him he'd still be hard for her when she got home from the strip club.

  She continued, her breathing hitching. The plug flirted with seating fully…once…twice…

  It slipped past the curve and lodged in. Robin went still. David held his breath, anticipating her plea to remove it. She swallowed hard. One delicate hand fisted against the wall. At last, she turned her head and sought out his eyes.