Christmas Goes Camo

by Allie Standifer, Brenna Zinn, Desiree Holt

  She might be pint-sized, but her breasts certainly weren’t. The low cut green T-shirt she wore exposed creamy swells of flesh above the rounded neck, flesh that drew his eyes and tempted him to swipe his tongue over them. Nipples that made his lips twitch to clamp around them poked through the flimsy material, teasing him. And if only that tiny skirt would ride up just a little more on her legs, he could find out if elves—elves, for god’s sake—wore panties or thongs or bared their little cunts to the air.

  His cock was already so hard he could drive spikes with it. What he really wanted to do was drive it into what he knew was a sweet little pussy and hammer her until they both exploded. Usually, he had no problem keeping his sexual urges under control, but obviously the Thermavan was working overtime on him. Maybe he’d turn out to be one of those men with a four-hour erection. He had to swallow a laugh at the thought. He should be so lucky.

  “You’re not eating your steak.” Sonia pointed her steak knife at him.

  For a small person, she sure had a low, sultry voice. Like everything else about her, it went straight to his groin and he forced himself to bite back a moan. He had to get out of here, no matter what, before he lost it altogether and completely embarrassed himself. As soon as he finished eating, he’d power up his communicator again and try one more time to make contact with the others.

  “I’m a slow eater,” he said, the excuse sounding lame, even to him.

  “Do you want something else?”

  Damn right I do. I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you senseless.

  “No, this is fine. But I need to see if I can contact the others on my team.”

  “Well, I might—”

  But whatever she might have said was drowned out by a sudden roar, like a super V-eight engine, and the tent shook with some invisible force. Jaguar dropped his fork and knife, and tried to stand up, bumping his head on the ceiling of the tent. What the hell was going on?

  “Don’t move,” Sonia warned.

  She waved her hands again and a shimmering wall of some kind appeared inside the fabric of the tent.

  “What—”

  “I said, don’t move,” she snapped. She closed her eyes, folded her hands in her lap and blew out a long breath. When she opened her eyes again she said, “You can’t go outside.”

  “Just why the hell not?” Now he was getting angry. He was trapped inside this tent, lost somewhere in the frozen wasteland, with a woman he needed to get away from before he made an ass of himself, and she was telling him he couldn’t leave?

  “It’s Cupid. He’s waging war on us.”

  Okay. Now he knew he was really losing it. Cupid? What next? Jack Frost?

  “No, Jack isn’t here,” Sonia said very matter-of-factly.

  Shit. Could she read his mind, too?

  “Listen.” He tried for his sternest expression. “There’s no such person as Cupid. Everyone knows that.”

  “Oh no?” She scowled. “Tell that to the idiot running around shooting frigid arrows into the air, causing massive storms and trying to torpedo our project.”

  Jaguar frowned. He was sure he had to be hallucinating. “Okay, say I even halfway believe you. Why would he want to damage your project in any way? What’s it to him?”

  “Oh. Easy.” She flapped a dainty hand in the air. “He wants to make Valentine’s Day bigger than Christmas. Bigger than Christmas. Can you believe that? The nerve of that man.”

  “Valentine’s Day,” Jaguar repeated slowly. “Bigger than Christmas.” Now he was absolutely sure he was crazy. It had to be the drug. His brain was totally fucked up. That was the only answer. Wait until he got hold of Dr. Axel Cole and told him the real skinny on his wonder drug.

  “Yes.” Sonia was explaining it as if it was unthinkable for him not to understand. “He’s created the storm you hear out there and sealed us inside this tent. His Vinions are probably flying around us right now shooting their arrows into the ground to keep us inside. And keep me from proceeding with my assignment.” She popped a piece of steak into her mouth and chewed delicately.

  “Sealed in,” Jaguar said slowly. His eyes were nearly crossing as he tried to see under that scrap of a skirt.

  Sonia frowned. “Is there some reason you keep repeating everything I say?”

  “Yes. I’m trying to figure out if I landed in an alternate universe or it’s this damned drug they gave me.”

  “Drug?” She carefully placed her silverware on her plate. “You’re taking drugs?” She started to hitch herself away from him.

  He reached across their makeshift table and wrapped his fingers around her upper arms as gently as he could. God, she was so tiny. Like a delicate…snowflake. He shook himself mentally.

  “Not drugs. A drug. It’s called Thermavan, and it’s supposed to maintain a ninety-eight-degree body temperature no matter how cold it is. The government selected three of us from different branches of the military to test it while we map out places for cold-weather training.”

  She cocked her head. “You mean humans suffer in the cold?”

  Jaguar snorted. “Yes, Miss Snowflake. Humans get chilled when it’s cold outside. Especially this kind of cold.”

  “So someone’s created a drug to help you deal with it.”

  He sighed. “Yes. But it has side effects.”

  “Side effects?” Now she was the one doing the repeating. “Like what? Are you going to kill me and chop my body up? Maybe eat my flesh?”

  His laugh was tinged with frustration. He wanted to eat her all right, but not the way she meant. He wanted to lay her out before him like a banquet feast and lap up every delicious inch of her cunt.

  Jesus! Get it together, Jaguar.

  “No. Nothing like that. You don’t have to worry. It just…ramps up the sex drive so you’re horny all the time.” He shook his head. “I wondered if maybe it was giving me hallucinations, too.”

  Sonia’s little pink tongue peeped out of her full lips and wet them. “Horny? All the time?” Her eyes sparkled with sudden heat. “That could be very interesting. What does it make you do?”

  Jaguar clenched his fists. It wouldn’t do if he just attacked her, but the level of lust in his body was becoming almost unmanageable.

  “Things,” he ground out.

  One corner of her mouth turned up. “Oh? What kind of…things?”

  “Just…things.” He curled his hands into fists and shoved them under his thighs. “Don’t push me or I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

  “Maybe I want to push you.” A look of mischief flashed across her face.

  “Be careful,” he growled.

  She laughed, waved a hand at him, and his Nomex suit and boxers disappeared like evaporating water.

  Jaguar looked down and realised, not only was he stark naked, but his cock was also standing at rigid attention and pointing directly at Sonia. Her tantalising tongue slipped over her bottom lip again as she stared at him with a hot gaze.

  “Oh, my!”

  Jaguar thought, Oh my god!

  Sonia leanet over, extended one finger and ran it over the surface of the head of his erection, a touch like the brush of a feather. Jaguar felt a bolt of lust spear through him. His balls tingled and his cock flexed.

  “How did you do that?” He wrapped the fingers of one hand around her wrist to still her teasing hand. “And don’t do that unless you’re looking for trouble.”

  She looked up at him and grinned. “Oh, I think that kind of trouble would be fun.” Moving the cloth with their food on it to one side, she scooted forward, bent her head, and wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft.

  Jaguar sucked in a deep breath. This had to be a dream. No, the medicine. That was it. There was no other explanation for why he was sitting in the middle of a blizzard stark naked with an adorable…elf…sucking his dick.

  “I’ll give you one hour to stop that,” he said between clenched teeth.

  She gazed up at him, winked and slipped her free
hand between his thighs to cup his aching balls.

  If I’m dreaming, please don’t let me wake up until I come at least three or four times.

  He wanted to reach out and grab Sonia, and haul her up against him. He wanted to plunge his tongue into her mouth and swallow her taste. He wanted to flip up that naughty little skirt and feast his eyes and his mouth on her cunt, which he was sure would be as delectable as the rest of her.

  Instead, he sat where he was, as if his ass was glued to the thermal blanket, legs stretched out, while Sonia nestled between his thighs and sucked his cock with a mouth straight from heaven. It was hot, wet, and gripped him as if it was made for him. It amazed him that such a small mouth could fit itself around his well-endowed cock. He finally released his grip on her wrist, leaving her fingers free to wrap themselves around his shaft and pump in time with the movement of her lips.

  Jaguar forced himself to breathe as Sonia’s fingers stroked up and down his length, her head bent low enough to allow his cock to slide waaaay down in her throat. God, her cheeks closing in when she sucked gripped him like the walls of a tight pussy. He rocked into her grasp, pushing his cock deeper and deeper in her mouth, catching her rhythm and moving with it. Her tongue managed to find the room to swirl itself against his rigid flesh and trace the path of the pulsing vein that lined the underside.

  He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensations washing through him. Heat. Cold. Fire. The muscles in his stomach clenched as the orgasm began to build low inside him. His hips rocked harder. He clenched his fists to hold on to the edge of the desire exploding inside him, but it was too strong to contain. He opened his hands and threaded his fingers through her thick mane of hair, clutching her head as her mouth rode his cock.

  The muscles in his back tightened, his balls drew up, shards of heat stabbed his thighs, then it was on him. Like the fireworks on the Fourth of July, it exploded throughout his body. He spurted into the hot silk of her mouth, again and again, his body shuddering, until the last spasm died away. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst forth from his chest and he had trouble catching his breath.

  At last, he relaxed his grip on Sonia’s head, drew in a lungful of air and leant back on his elbows. She looked up at him, gave him a wicked smile and licked her lips.

  And just like that he was hard again.

  Sonia sat back on her heels and delicately wiped her lips with the tips of her fingers. By all that was frozen, he tasted so unbelievably good. Salty and sweet and all male. Better than the candy the man in the red suit handed out when they worked late. Better than the wine Jack Frost rewarded them with after all the Christmas deliveries were completed. Better than the melt-in-your-mouth cookies Mrs. Red Suit baked as a special treat.

  Her eyes took in every inch of his toned, masculine body. Well-defined muscles. Broad shoulders. Thick whorls of golden-blond hair on his flat chest, almost, but not quite, concealing his nipples. The dusting of hair on his legs and forearms. Ooh, she loved a man with hair like that. And his face, like a god of war, all planes and angles, with fierce blue eyes looking out at the world.

  A shiver raced down her spine as she thought of taking his huge cock inside her body. The pulse throbbing in her womb spread to her pussy, beating at the lips already wet with her honey. Her breasts ached to feel his hands around them and her nipples were so hard, she wondered they didn’t poke holes in her top.

  As she stared at him, she was stunned to see his cock harden and flex again. Oh, sure, she’d only been fucking other elves, but Dion, her favourite, could sometimes go for multiple shots. But even he needed more than a few seconds to recover.

  Bright slashes of colour stained Jaguar’s cheeks, a reflection of the lust burning in his eyes. His chest was still heaving when he reached for Sonia and pulled her towards him.

  “D-don’t you need a few minutes?” she stammered.

  “Sugar, at this rate, I can be done in a few minutes. Come here.”

  She straddled his lap, staring down at the erection already more swollen than before. Tentatively, she reached down and cupped his balls, manipulating the sac with her fingers. He sucked in a breath as she pressed the tips of her fingers against his testicles. Sonia raised her eyes to meet his and smiled at the hot need reflected there.

  “My! You are a wonder.”

  “Less talking, more doing.”

  He cupped her cheeks and lowered his mouth to hers, his lips soft and rough at the same time. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, just a feather of a touch, before pressing harder and thrusting inside.

  Oh, lordy! His tongue was so hot and wicked, it swept through her mouth, licking every surface, sucking at her tongue and pulling it into his mouth. She could feel his hot breath on her skin and the insistent pressure of his cock against her pussy. She clung to his large wrists for support.

  “Hell.” He pulled back, his breath sawing in and out of his mouth. “I have to fuck you, Sonia. Right now.”

  “You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

  “No, but we have to make some accommodation here. I’m almost three times as big as you so there’s no way I can be on top. I’d kill you.”

  She laughed. “Oh, that’s no problem. I love being on top.” She leant forward and put her lips to his ear. “I can take you deeper that way.”

  “Jesus,” he breathed. “Let’s make sure you’re ready because I don’t think I can wait too long.”

  “Oh, I’m ready,” she assured him.

  “Then you don’t mind if I check.” He wedged a hand between their bodies, dragging the tip of one finger over her clit and scraping it lightly with his nail.

  His other large hand drifted to one ankle and slowly brushed upwards, over her calf and thigh, higher and higher until he reached beneath her tiny skirt. He groaned into her mouth when he touched her naked body beneath the material.

  “No panties,” he moaned. “Just as I hoped.”

  His fingers tap danced on her soft pubic curls and the tip of one of them traced the wet line of her slit.

  “Ohhhh,” she sighed, and hitched herself closer to him. “Inside me. Please.”

  “Just one second, sugar.” He plunged first one, then two fingers into a cunt she knew was dripping wet. A slow smile of satisfaction split his face. “Oh, yeah, you’re ready.”

  He withdrew the fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them slowly. Then he frowned. “Oh, hell.”

  “Now what?” she demanded, ready to just jump on his cock and impale herself.

  “No condoms. Who thought we’d need them in Antarctica?”

  “No problem.” She gave him an impish grin, waved a hand in the air, twisted her fingers and opened her hand. On the flat of her palm lay a new condom.

  Jaguar stared. “Shit, I should just keep you around all the time.”

  “Yeah? If you want these dandy little things to use on someone else.”

  His laugh was rich and full. “Sugar, with you around, who needs anyone else. Let’s dress this puppy and take him to war.”

  He sheathed himself in record time then held her so she was just hovering over him, his big hands gripping her firmly.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “More than,” she assured him. “Do it. Hurry.”

  “Guide me,” he urged, his voice rough with need.

  Sonia wrapped the fingers of one hand around the upper part of his cock, moved so the opening of her cunt was directly over him and slowly lowered onto the swollen shaft. Inch by inch he invaded her, stretching her tissues, filling her, filling her, until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. Then he pushed harder and the last inch of his shaft buried itself inside her.

  “Ohmigod!” she breathed. “Ohmigod.”

  “Get ready to ride, sugar,” he rasped.

  His hands moved her up and down on his hot erection, a motion she assisted by bracing her knees and pushing her body. They stumbled a bit, but in seconds had established a good rhythm. Sucking in her
breath, she rode his cock, up and down, up and down, feeling the head of it bump her womb with each upward thrust he made.

  As aroused as they both were, their climaxes began surging through their bodies quickly. Jaguar’s hands tightened their grip on her and a groan rumbled in his chest as he pumped harder and faster. Sonia moved her hips, increasing her pace. As the heat exploded in her body, his cock flexed forcefully inside her and she felt the jets of semen fill the thin latex sheath.

  She gripped him with the tight muscles of her pussy, milking every last drop from him as shudders raced through her. She closed her eyes and let rockets burst around her, shaking her, roaring in her ears. She heard Jaguar’s erotic words as he pumped and spent himself, until she finally collapsed forward, her head resting on his sweat-covered chest.

  Sonia lay there, riding the rise and fall of his chest as he pulled air into his lungs and her own breathing settled into a steadier pace. Finally, she raised her head to look at him.

  His lips curved in the now-familiar, heart-melting grin. “You may kill me, but what a way to go.”

  Sonia licked her lips, her eyes focused on Jaguar—and lordy, what an appropriate name for a man—prepared to give him a comeback. But at that moment, another roar sounded outside the tent and both the fabric and the extra shield she’d thrown up vibrated with the force of it. The ground shook with an incessant volley of loud thuds.

  “What’s that?” Jaguar sat up quickly, lifting her from his lap, yanking off the condom and tossing it to the side. In one swift movement, he reached for his clothes, trying to pull them on as a look of concern passed over his face.

  Sonia pushed his hands away and tugged his clothes free, tossing them to the side. “That’s just Cupid again, dumping more snow and ice and blowing it into mammoth drifts.”

  “Shit! I’m not saying I believe that fairytale, but something’s causing an unexpected storm out there.”