by Pixie Chica
He kisses my neck, and I tilt my head to allow him easier access for trailing his soft kisses that have me wet for him.
“I got ya, baby. I’m nervous too, mostly because I want this to be magical. I never gave this night much thought, and hell, maybe, I would have prepared better if I had. But I’ll make this good for you, even if it takes all the Christmas magic in the world.”
“I don’t need magic. I just need you. I like it that we’re both inexperienced and we’ll learn together. Okay?”
“I’d love that. Now, get on that bed. I’m pretty sure that’s a good starting point.”
“I’d say that’s a safe bet.” I put my arms around his neck and kiss him. Joy seeps in through my once cold heart, and I’m ready to let him in.
I get on the bed. His gaze is on me, so much desire in those hazel eyes that it makes me brazen. Sitting up so I can watch him stare at me, I spread my legs for him to see all of me.
“Fuck, you’re just so beautiful. I’m never going to tire of seeing you like this.”
“Well, if you don’t get on this bed soon, I’m not sure if that’s going to be true. Might change my mind and all,” I tease, but it pushes him into action. He’s on top of me caging me in, and there’s no escaping him now, and it feels so right. His length slides down my folds, and a raspy moan leaves my lips.
“Shit, that...that felt good. But I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I don’t get you off first,” he says, not giving me enough time to think as he kisses his way down my body, creating goosebumps along the way. When he finally settles between my legs, I feel his hot breath against my clit. He takes the first lick, and I buck involuntarily.
At my reaction, he does it again and again, that tongue of his making me grind into his face. I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations, and I grip the sheets on the bed to anchor myself. My cries of his name fill the room. I can feel something big is coming. I’ve touched myself before, but it’s mild in comparison to what he is doing. Seeking some relief at all the intensity, I grasp his head, pushing him deeper.
This only pushes him to lap at me faster. The ache in the pit of my stomach feels like it’s about to consume me from within.
“Fuck, I think I’m coming,” I yell out, ecstasy coursing through me. I’m grinding wildly, until he grabs my ass with both hands holding me still. His mouth attacks my bundle of nerves, sucking on it in between licks. I shout out my orgasm, but he continues through it, bringing me to a second one before I start to tap out.
Exhausted and unable to bring my eyes open, I can only lie there as he climbs over me. When he kisses my lips, I open for him. Tasting myself on his lips is erotic, something I’d never thought would turn me on. Our kiss grows hungry, and I can feel how hard he is still. The man must be in agony, and I want to be the one to relieve him.
“Fuck me, Joe,” I tell him. He goes to pull away, but I hold him in place. “Now, Joe, I need you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I can live off that sweet taste for all my life and still be satisfied,” he whispers, and his devotion to making me feel good breaks the final wall in my heart.
“Joe, I said I need you. Aren’t you going to give me what I need?” I open my eyes to take him in, indecision clearly tugging at him. He wants me so bad, but he’s willing to stop himself if that’s what is going to keep me from the pain. Well, I’ve always gone for what I want, and now, I want him.
“Fine, can I lay on top of you then?” I ask.
“Um... Yeah, I think I can manage that,” he says, with turmoil in his expression. This man really is a saint. He lays on his back. I immediately straddle him, grab his length and position it at my entrance.
Chapter 6
Joe
I’m trying so hard to be strong and be what she needs, but I’m not sure I’m going to survive this test. My first taste of her has me addicted, and if that’s all I can have in order to keep her, I’ve already won the lottery. I know she says we’ll learn together, but her initial reaction at my size has me worried I might actually cause her harm. But as she asks me to let her lie on top of me, I hesitate. Having her that close will hurt. My dick is so hard, it practically wants to break off at any mere contact, yet I let her.
I help her straddle me, only she doesn’t lie down. No, she has her hand around my girth. “What are you doing?” I exclaim, almost in a panic. I’m going to come all over both of us and embarrass myself.
“I'm doing what you are too stubborn to do.” She aligns my dick with her entrance, and before I can stop her, she pushes through her virginity.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk!” we both yell out. It’s one thing to understand what happens; it’s another to actually be inside her. Her walls are strangling my dick, and I’m trying so hard not to move. Tears slide down her cheeks, and I feel like a bastard.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to cause you pain.”
“It’s okay. Give me a minute. It’ll pass, and we can finally stop worrying about that part,” she says, and I keep incredibly still not even breathing for fear of causing us to move an inch.
After what seemed like a lifetime, she starts to move, and I finally allow myself to take a breath.
“Okay, I’m going to need you to take over here. I’m not sure riding you is exactly feasible the first time.”
Flipping us over, I take control, slowly grinding at first. After a few strokes, I know I’m not going to last, and I need her there with me. “Baby, I need you to play with your clit. This one is going to be fast, but I need you there with me.”
Doing as I said, we both come at the same time, and I fill her with my seed. The image of her round with my child, hits me, and it’s my new mission in life. My dick comes back to life, and I’m ready to claim her body again.
“Fuck, baby, tell me you’re okay? I need you again, but I’ll stop if it’s too much right now,” I say, hoping to everything above that she’s okay, because I’m addicted and itching for another fix of her.
“Stop talking and fuck me. Santa’s job isn’t done until he’s gone all night. Get to work.”
NOTHING IN THIS WORLD could stop me from the stupid grin on my face. Last night, after an awkward but somewhat hilarious initiation of all things sex, I reached out for Crystal over and over again. I was consumed with need for her, and I had spent the night memorizing every single spot that made her moan. I was going to become an expert in all things Crystal.
The woman was good for my soul, bringing me a peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. Her ability to go from sensual vixen to roleplaying about riding Santa let me know I was in for a life full of adventure. The sooner I got that on paper the better. I’d take her to the courthouse today if I could.
Giving Crystal a kiss and smacking her ass lightly as she runs into the shower, I head outside to find my sister, hoping she’s next door. To my luck, she’s standing outside with Kent, and the brunette they were with yesterday.
“Well, it looks like a party. Come in! Crystal’s in the shower getting cleaned up.”
Kent gives me the once over, with a scowl on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure she is, that dirty bird. And you, you better not have done anything indecent in my living room. I will throw holy water on you, and I’m not even religious. Santa, pfft, of all the damn kinks you got the anti-Christmas demon to chant about candy canes and Santa dick. I half-expected that from this one.” Realizing his mistake at the mental image he has created, he grimaces. “Ewww, now I got both of you in my mind. I can only imagine what kind of ex-rated North Pole porn shit you two got into. I need to go somewhere that isn’t going to ruin my pure eyes,” he says walking away still reprimanding us under his breath.
“What was that all about?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“That, my new brother-in-law, was you scarring our best friend for life. He heard you two in the act and was less than amused. No worries, I get it, your sister here is beast too.”
“Ewwww, why just why?” I yell out, the mental image making me want to hurl. The only
thing I want to know about my sister’s love life is that she’s happy.
“You’re welcome, baby. Now, you two are even,” Grace says moving past me and into the other apartment across from this one. Leaving us both equally disturbed and with no choice but to deal with each other.
“So...You found yourself someone. I’m happy for you,” she tells me with a genuine smile.
“Yeah, she’s the one. You know, I came down here looking for you and found her. She yelled at me, and I was a goner. It’s as if I’m under a spell. I don’t even care about being Santa. I just want to be happy and make her happy.”
“I think this is the first time we’ve agreed on something in forever. Once I met Grace, everything else was secondary. I don’t know how we got to the point where you hated me so much, but I don’t want to keep fighting. We’re family, and I don’t want to lose that.”
“I never hated you, Brandie. Is that what you thought this whole time?” I ask her, terrified that this is what I’ve made her feel. She nods, confirming my fears.
“Shit, I never realized that’s what you thought. I mean, yeah, we had our fights, but I have always loved you. You’re my sister, my twin, and that can never go away.” Knowing she felt this makes me realize what a shitty brother I’ve been. For so many years, I cultivated this separation between us, and for what?
“We used to be close when we were younger. We always dreamed about running things together, and then I don’t know, we drifted apart.” Brandie says shrugging her shoulder.
“Then you outshined me in every way, and it made me mad. It was supposed to be us, and there was just no competing with you. Instead of talking it out or trying to reach out to you, I closed you off. This wasn’t on you. It was all me,” I tell her, finally ready to let go of the past and move forward. I can only do so by putting all the cards on the table.
“What do you mean I outshined you? You never cared to be part of anything. I know I may have been an ass, but I won’t apologize for being me. You’re going to have to tell me what the heck you’re talking about?”
“You want the truth, Brands?” I ask her, calling her by her old nickname, the one I always used when we plotted ruling of the world together. It feels good to be able to call her that again. It’s like a missing part of me is coming back along with my twin.
“Yes, the truth, what else would I want?”
“It’s just been so long since we’ve
been friends; it’s hard to get the words out. But I don’t want to say the wrong thing here and start another fight. You should be in the North Pole, not me. You were always the brighter one, the one with more spirit, and definitely the one Dad saw running things. Ron never wanted to be up there. He just used us as an excuse to get out of it. So by default it came to me, and I know how everyone thinks I’m wrong for the job.”
“You’re joking, right? Dad has always wanted you to take over. And I really don’t know what you're getting at. All of a sudden, you think I’m some Christmas miracle worker? I thought I was dragging the organization down and keeping it in the last century.”
“I told you, I was jealous. Years ago, I overheard Mom and Dad talking, and I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but they made it clear I was there only because of tradition. Ron had the smarts, you had the Christmas spirit, and I... Well, I was just the one who got it without any effort. So I became what they thought of me. I didn’t care to put any effort into it. I fucked up, Brands,” I reply, relaying the conversation I heard so long ago. I haven’t been able to get out of my head. For years, it’s made me feel less than, and I’ve harbored such bitterness.
“Oh, Joe, why didn’t you come to me? We’re twins. I always knew when you were upset, but you wouldn’t open up to me. You don’t think I’ve missed my brother? Still, I think the conversation you heard might not have been what you perceived. Our parents love you and always speak so highly of you. ”
“I don’t know. You seemed fine without me dragging you down.”
She pulls me into a tight hug, and I realize how much I’ve needed her forgiveness. “You never dragged me down. I was missing a part of me. And I see that now. No more fighting. We don’t need Ron or our parents’ opinions. We can run it together and bring a little bit of both of us. ”
I kiss the top of my sister’s forehead, the future looking so much brighter now. “Okay, no more fighting, but...I don’t promise not to beat your ass in a snow fight.”
“Um... We’re in Florida. Unless it’s a sand fight, it’s not happening.”
“I mean when we go back to the North Pole. We have to eventually.”
“True...that place can’t function without us. But, um...how open are you to having Kent come with us. From what I gather, these two girls are his only family.”
“I’m gonna need all the backup I can get so Crystal doesn’t lose her shit when she finds out the place she’s been lobbying against actually exists. Although, with the earlier incident, he might want to kill me.”
“Good luck, you’re going to need it.”
Chapter 7
Crystal
Even if last night was magical, I still have my reservations. The first being his insistence he really is the son of Santa Claus. There’s just no way that’s true. As much as I want to have that conversation so we can move on with our lives, I need to get ready for the Sugarplum Ball tonight. I’d much rather stay home with Joe than deal with my family. I don’t have a date for it, as per usual, and it will be the highlight of the night when my mother has a field day with it.
I’d love to take Joe to help me, but I can’t do that to him. Of all the things I’ve demanded from him, going to my parent’s ball would be the worst. Four hours of pretentious shit, where they all say how much they gave to charity but then promptly laugh at how much of a tax break it gave them... No wonder, I hate this stupid holiday.
I throw water on my face, trying to wash away these feelings. I push back the tears I promised never to shed because of who my parents are. That’s when I feel Joe’s strong arms wrap around me.
“What’s the matter?” he asks kissing the top of my head. The action giving me more peace than I’ve ever felt my whole life. Something about his energy centers me, and I crave it. But could I trust him, so early into our meeting?
“Nothing, it’s just going to be a long day, you know with all the Christmas bullshit,” I reply, not necessarily lying to him.
“You know that’s not the best attitude for the soon-to-be Mrs. Claus.”
His words hit me like a sucker punch to my stomach.
Mrs. Claus? He’s gotta be kidding, we haven’t even gone on a real date.
But when I look at him from the mirror, I can see he’s not. There’s honesty and intention in his eyes, and I’m not sure how I feel. Everything in me screams that this is the man I need to be with. But that would mean I’d have to believe in a Christmas miracle because that’s what I’d wished for on December 1st. Every year at the start of the season, since I was ten and stopped believing, I wished for something. And every Christmas my cynical self grew. This year, I wished for someone to love me, faults and all.
“You got kind of quiet on me there.” He grabs me by the hips, turning me around and setting me on the counter. I open for him, so he can stand between my legs. I know I look like a mess, with a haphazardly made ponytail and a ratty T-shirt I’ve worn since I was a teenager, yet he looks at me with such love.
As if knowing my thoughts, he pulls me into his chest and whispers how beautiful I look this morning. I try hard but fail to keep in my tears. “You really are Santa Claus, aren’t you?”
“I haven’t been the best son or brother, so that title is up for debate, but I’ll be your Mr. Claus for as long as I live. Because this is it, Crystal. I’m going to marry you.” Taking my cheeks in his hands, he kisses my tears. “Don’t be sad, baby. You can keep asking for the world’s hardest items, and I’ll keep going to the ends of the earth for you. Just don’t cry. That shit kill
s me.”
He kisses me softly at first, then it turns into a heated kiss that leads to the bedroom. Hours later, after making love to each other all over again, I sneak out while he is sleeping.
I’m still a bit skeptical about the Santa and the North Pole story, but I feel prone to believe him. I mean, there are crazier things happening in the world, like me wanting a Christmas wedding with a self-proclaimed Santa. But first, I know what I must do. I have to go to this ball and deal with my family. I won’t taint my relationship with him by showing him this side of me. If there’s one thing I can do for the man who’s shown me in a matter of days what love is, it’s keeping him far away from my cold, heartless parents.
“WELL, IF IT ISN’T MY lovely daughter, who stole as much as she could and ran.” My mother comes up to me, holds my hands, and kisses both cheeks.
Fake ass, bitch.
I try to compose myself and use the practiced smile I’ve have perfected for years.
“And if it isn’t my lovely mother, who’s now seventy-five percent plastic. Did they make you a silicone heart yet? It might actually feel something.”
I walk over to my father. His reception isn’t as bitter, but still, he just greets me like he would any other investor. I see most of my siblings are scattered around making pleasantries. When they see me, their eyes light up, and each gives me a genuine hug. Their faces show the stress of having to deal with the lives my parents have chosen for them. Reaching my youngest brother, I know something is wrong. He looks upset, and I’ve always been the closest to him. I was often the one to look after him, since the nanny wasn’t all that great. There’s no remedy for my other siblings. They’re part of this now, and while they love me, they love money more. But not Patrick, he’s sweet, kind and something tells me I can save him.
“Hey there, big fella, how are you?” I ask, looking up his way. He’s insanely tall for his age, but to me, he’s still that baby I used to play with.