by Mykles Jet
Closely inspecting her new toy by turning it over and over in front of her nose, she advised: “You should probably take your clothes off now.” When he didn’t move, she glanced up at him. “Bok?”
Uncertainty showed in his frown. “Are you sure you want me to stay?” She softened. Poor thing. She kept forgetting he really didn’t think she wanted him there.
“Of course I do.” She sat forward to grab the packaging for the new toy and dug out the batteries.
“Now get naked.” A brief little instruction packet fell from the box and opened to a line drawing that caught her attention. She squealed in joy. “Oh, Christmas! You can fuck with this thing in?” She squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the very thought. Then she threw a wicked smile at Bok. “We’ve got to try that.”
His loose waistband slipped from his fingers, causing his trousers to drop around his ankles. His damn tunic was too long for her to see the reaction of his dick.
No matter—she’d find out soon enough. She smiled. “You should get the shoes off first.”
“What? Oh! Right.”
She unwrapped the batteries but watched him out of the corner of her eye. He perched on the edge of one of the chairs that matched the couch and bent to pull off his shoes and socks.
Despite the weight issue, he was really very cute. She was used to sleeping with men with hard muscles and slim hips, but she could adjust. The lime green hair was bright and vivid, nearly fluorescent, just like her favorite colors, and it was a convenient length to use as a handhold. He moved well, although she could see the evidence of strain because he’d hurried to get there.
Patches of his tunic were dark with sweat from the exertion, but she didn’t mind. A good, clean sweat turned her on.
By the time she’d filled the new toy with batteries and figured out how to start the vibration, he was pulling off his tunic. She noted he did so carefully and kept the garment clutched to his chest when off, in a paltry attempt to hide his body from her. Reaching down to apply her new toy to her hungry flesh, she raised her free hand to beckon to him. “Come here.” He hesitated. “Should I shower? I’m kind of sweaty.” She grinned. “I don’t mind. Come here.”
He did, eyes hungry as he drank in the sight of her. The pure adoration in his emerald gaze went straight to her heart, blossoming into a determination on her part to please him as a reward for making her feel special. She smiled and arched for him, pushing her pert breasts out to draw his attention. He knelt on the floor by her side, and only then did he drop the tunic and toss it aside. It meant she didn’t get to see the goods, but she let it go. She threaded her fingers in his hair and brushed his lips with hers before she guided his mouth to her nipple. She expected him to latch on with desperate intensity, but he surprised her with a small moan, then a delicate nip, followed by a slow, delicious drag of his tongue around her areola, licking at her like her breast was a scoop of delicious ice cream. That gentle exploration combined with the mindless vibration of the new toy in her sex forced her to close her eyes to adjust to the overwhelming sensations. A hesitant hand slid over her belly, then up to cup her other breast. His thumb stroked her nipple as his lips closed over its mate.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, pulling him closer. She guided the toy slowly out, then back into her body and bent it so it would stay. The sensation was gorgeous, the C shape cupping her so the toy could massage her inside as well as stimulate her clit. Closing her thighs to hold it in freed her other hand so she could bring it up to wrap around Bok’s neck. “Yes, yes, yes. More.” He obeyed her encouragement, opening his mouth to take in more of her breast so he could suckle properly.
“Mmmm, yes. The other one.”
Her nipple popped from his mouth as he switched, leaning over her to reach her neglected breast. She scraped her nails down the smooth skin of his back as she buried her nose in the fragrant nest of his hair. The toy and Bok’s mouth were driving her pleasantly insane, tiny electric sparks from one clashing with sparks from the other to combine somewhere in her belly.
With no more than a little whine, she came quietly, her thighs clenching and her hips bucking.
It was by far the sexiest thing Bok had ever experienced. Eyes closed, mouth devouring Tanty’s breast, he felt her shudder against him, felt her fingers tug at his hair. His cock bucked where he had it trapped against the front of the couch, aching to get inside her.
But he understood. She wanted a playmate with her toys. She didn’t necessarily want to fuck. He could only do what she said and commit everything he saw to memory so he could recall it later in his dreams.
He slid his hand down her side as she shivered after the orgasm. Lapping at her nipple now, he stroked her soft skin until he could cup the taut curve of one side of her butt.
“Mmmm.”
Strong fingers tugged his hair, pulling his mouth away from its treat. But since the direction was toward her mouth, he went. Deep purple-blue irises twinkled at him from beneath lush tangerine lashes for a few seconds before she opened her mouth on his. He sighed, managing to suppress the whimper that wanted to emerge. Tanty took charge of his lips, her tongue leading his on a merry dance. She twisted her hips so she rested mostly on her back, the move causing his hand to naturally slide over her belly. It was instinct to reach lower, to seek the vibrating plastic that hugged her most intimate parts. She squealed a little when he touched it, and he took that as permission to slowly wiggle the toy. He didn’t know what was touching her, exactly, whether it was the curve or the little nubbins built into it, but whatever it was pleased her. The moisture of her sex coated his fingers as he explored the delicate tissues around the toy and was even so bold as to slide a finger along the bottom curve of the toy, following it into her body.
Groaning, she clawed at his shoulders, her hips twisting. Then he must have moved the toy just right, because she ripped her head back to gasp at the ceiling. Without thinking, he leaned a little to the side and down so he could see his hand, see her opening, see the gorgeous, swollen pink tissues that clamped around the bright orange of the toy and his finger. Fascinated, he leaned closer, tapping the toy with his thumb and pressing on it inside her. Her hips bucked, and her nails dug into the back of his neck, but he stayed focused, delighted by the vibrating collection of plastic and wires that was pleasing her so well.
“Bok.” Her tone was urgent, her grasp encouraging him to turn more toward her.
Intent on the toy, he tilted it, tapped it, rubbed it. As he watched, she came again, the juices from her sex now covering his hand.
“Christmas,” she grumbled, tugging his hair. “Bok!”
He hoped she wasn’t as mad as she sounded. How could she be when she’d come beautifully? He should turn around, but the sight of the toy was so gorgeous…
He yelped when the world spun, not even realizing she’d shoved at his chest until he was on his back on the plush carpet. She was on him in an instant, crawling up to straddle his hips.
The vibrating toy pressed against the shaft of his cock, and he cried out.
“Did I hurt you?” she demanded, her palms spread on his chest.
He gazed up at her, captivated by the sight of her angelic face surrounded by a haphazard cloud of fiery orange hair. “No.” His voice was breathless.
She smiled and rolled her hips, making him moan again. “That feel good?”
“Christmas, yes.”
She rolled again, arching back as she did it, showing she also enjoyed the press of the toy between them. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers into the carpet, trying his best to hold on.
He didn’t see when she reached down, but he felt her fingers close around his shaft. He moaned as she stroked him. Then his eyes flew open when the vibration of the toy left and she held him straight up. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down, but he was too late to see her position the tip of his cock. In one swift motion, she impaled herself on him, sliding both herself and the toy down the le
ngth of his cock until her hips met his.
“Oh. Holy. Night.” He groaned as his hips bucked against hers through pure instinct.
“Oh, yeah.” She too was caught up. Her palms were back on his chest, and she leaned heavily, her eyes closed. Her bottom lip was twisted and caught by her teeth, and her brows were drawn together in fierce concentration. She jerked her hips, and they both cried out.
She took him that way. There was no other way to describe what she did. He lay beneath her, unable to form coherent thought as she gyrated and ground above him. The feel of her clenching his cock along with the unrelenting buzz of the toy set off major explosions in his brain and down along his spine. He was close, so close, he was going to…
The bottom dropped out of his world when she stopped. He couldn’t immediately fathom that she’d also reached down to stop the toy. All movement ceased, leaving just the relentless squeeze of her sex around his cock and the pressure of her palm on his chest.
She grinned down at him when he opened his eyes. “Not yet.” He groaned.
She pushed out her bottom lip. “Aww.” Chuckling, she drew her finger along his chin.
“Hold it for me.”
“I…don’t know if I can.”
“Sure you can.” She sat back on her heels, drawing her arms up to pull all her hair up over her head, then drop it down her back. Arching her back, she rotated her hips once and laughed low in her throat. “You’re just as good as the machine.” He wasn’t sure if the forced breath from his mouth was an aborted laugh or curse. Maybe a little of both.
“Mmmm.” She rotated again. “This is won derful.” He both agreed and disagreed. He feasted his eyes on the curves of her body as consolation. She reached over to the side, and only then did he realize they were close to the table where she had her toys. Without leaving his body, she managed to grab one of the bottles of lube and…
“Father Christmas,” he muttered.
She grinned and let the string of anal beads dangle from her fingers. “I love these,” she told him, expertly popping the top of the lube with her thumb. With a deft twist of her wrist, she spun the beads around so they lay in her palm and poured lube over them. All the while, she kept up a minor roll with her hips, just to make sure he couldn’t forget they were joined. When the beads were coated, she set down the bottle and leaned forward to spread her dry palm on his chest. She met his eyes and held his gaze as her other hand disappeared behind her. His mouth fell open as he watched her watch him, both of them knowing that her fingers… He felt her move. Then he felt a different pressure as she pushed one bead into her body.
“Tanty.”
“Yes?”
Nothing. He had nothing to say, but her name needed to come from his lips. “Tanty.” She smiled and seemed to understand. Either that or she was distracted as she kept pushing beads into her body, kept gently rocking on his cock. It took forever, and it didn’t take nearly long enough. Her eyes shut in obvious bliss before she was done, and the fingers of the hands on his chest curled so that short nails dug into his skin. He couldn’t have minded the minor hurt less.
At last she was done, and she slid her wet hand forward to brace on his hip as she adjusted her position.
“Oh.” Her sigh was almost a purr. A cascade of orange hair slipped over her shoulder to pool over the left side of his chest. “Oh. ” She was moving again, driven by what had to be a riot of sensations inside her. Full. She had to be full to bursting, and part of that was him. Bok found his hands on her thighs, holding, caressing, needing to touch as she picked up speed. With a tiny growl, she reached down and quickly flipped the vibe between them on again, and Bok cried out as the buzzing started. He wasn’t going to last. He was shocked he hadn’t blown yet, but the pressure on his cock was probably all that kept him going. She cried out and leaned back, her hands gripping his legs for balance as she slammed down on him hard. He bit his lip and buckled down and did everything he could not to blow. He wanted her to—
She came. Loud. Hard. Shuddering. Long. She thrashed over him, caught in the grip of a storm that didn’t want to stop. It caught him up in the whirlwind, and he couldn’t have held on longer if he tried. His spine exploded, and molten fire poured through his limbs, forcing him to pump and writhe in tandem with her grinding from above.
She was laughing before he could think straight, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy. The maddening buzzing stopped, and then she was draped over his body, her cheek coming to rest on his shoulder. Her labored breath fanned his Adam’s apple.
“That. Was. Awesome,” she assured him.
Pride suffused him, melding with the pleasure that had yet to leave his system. He’d satisfied her. He’d gotten his pleasure, but she’d found hers as well. It couldn’t get any better than that.
Chapter Six
Tanty woke warm and sated. Morning sunlight pushed its way through the burnt orange sheers that blocked her bedroom windows. The tone usually put her in mind of the inside of a lighted oven. Luckily, the temperature didn’t match. A heavy male body was curled around her.
Half hanging off the side of the bed, she smiled at the floor, aware who belonged to the naked weight draped over her back and hips. One of Bok’s legs was hooked over her thighs, and his arm banded her waist. She was nearly smothered in the plushness of her mattress, and she didn’t mind a bit.
Bok had ended up staying the whole night. She’d lost count of the times they’d fucked. He hadn’t been content until they tested each one of her toys. Well, except one. Only now, as she was staring at it, did she realize she never had mounted up on the sex machine. How odd. Her shiny new toy, and they’d never used it. Just the thought made her smile. She and Bok had found plenty to do with each other without it.
Very carefully, she rolled forward and slid out from under him. Turning on her knees beside the mattress, she let herself get a good look at him. Teddy bear. Definitely. He wasn’t hairy—no elves were—but his shape gave her the impression of a big, huggable teddy bear. She gently brushed green hair back from his eyes, then traced the arch of one brow. He looked far less worried when he was asleep.
Content, she gathered the three dildos, two sets of anal beads, and the new vibrator they had used last night, then stood to take them to the bathroom. She rinsed herself and her toys off, whistling a little under her breath. Her body was pleasantly sore, and her heart felt peaceful. She knew, as a rule, she was an overly active person. Throughout her life, too many people had asked her to calm or slow down for her not to have gotten that memo. But right now, she was content to just go slow. Last night had worn her out. Thoughts of breakfast surfaced in her mind, but she just let them drift. She wasn’t hungry, Bok was still asleep, and she wasn’t expected at practice today, so there was no hurry.
“Huh.” As she laid them on the counter to dry, she realized all the toys had been used on—
or in—her. She remembered trying to turn one of the slim dildos—barely wider than her index finger—on him, but he’d rejected the idea of anything going in his ass. She’d proceeded to demonstrate on herself that it could feel good and now realized Bok had completely distracted her to get her off the subject. Laughing, she fingered the small blue toy, thinking how she could try to introduce him to it again.
A knock sounded at the front door before she decided on a plan. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for company to come calling. She walked out through the bedroom toward the living room but stopped when she saw Bok. Their raucous activity had spilled all the sheets and covers to the foot of the bed or to the floor. She took a moment to pull the sheet and bedspread up and tuck them in around him. Once he was covered, she headed for the door.
Issie and Nold stood on her porch, each dressed in the casual sweats reindeer typically wore before practice or for lazy mornings after a busy night. Issie wore a light gray that nearly matched her ice blue eyes and could have been a blend of the white and black stripes of her
hair, while Nold wore black, which set off his cherry red hair and merlot eyes.
“Hey.” Issie waved as she stepped out of the bright morning sun into Tanty’s foyer.
“We’re headed for breakfast. Wanna join us?”
Tanty leaned on the open door as her friends filed in, very aware she was still naked. At least she was clean. “Nah. I just got up.”
“We can wait,” Nold said. Then his gaze found and held on the man who could be seen on Tanty’s bed through the open doorway. Nold stepped forward so he could lean on the wall right by the bedroom door. He tilted his head, then startled. “Is that who I think it is?” Tanty closed the front door to shut out the draft. “Probably.” Issie sidled up to Nold, leaning against his back as she looked around his shoulder. “Oh, hey, it’s Bok! I sucked him off once.” She glanced at Tanty, tossing back a black swipe of hair.
“Was he good?”
“Mmmm.” Tanty smiled and hugged herself as she leaned on the closed front door.
Nold blinked at her, gaping. “Really?”
Tanty frowned a little. “Yeah, really.”
“Ooo!” Issie kept her exclamation soft in deference to the sleeping man, but she sped into the bedroom just the same. By the time Tanty reached the doorway, Issie was kneeling beside the sex machine in order to get a better look at it. “How was this?” Tanty glanced at Bok as she walked into the room, but he was sleeping the sleep of the dead. She wasn’t sure yelling would wake him. “It’s awesome,” she assured her friend as she perched on the edge of the couch.
“What’s the deal?” Nold sat on the arm beside her. “Can’t find enough willing cock?”
“Careful,” Issie warned, pointing a finger at him. “Tanty might get offended.”
“No offense taken.” Tanty gave Nold a mild glare nonetheless. “Not a thing wrong with cock. But it’s cool to have the machine. You know what you’re getting.” Issie giggled, fingering the dildo. “These nubs are kind of scary.”