Seduced by Santa (4 page)

Her moan mingled with his groan as their tongues entwined and tangled. He felt the shiver of the sensual hot, wet slide from the top of his head to his toes. One arm braced behind her head, he helped her undo his shirt with the other. His hand shook but he ignored it, sitting back to ditch the garment. The fitted fabric caught on his shoulders. He swore and yanked, hearing it tear but not caring as he dropped it on the floor and returned to her.

She met him halfway, sitting up and all but crawling into his lap as their lips met again. He growled, his hands wrapping around her waist to lift her the rest of the way. Straddling him, she settled down and then froze as she registered the thick bar of his cock pressed hard between her legs. He tried hard not to think about the fact that a mere few layers of fabric separated him from sliding into the heaven of her body.

It didn’t work. Another groan broke from his throat as his cock pulsed and jerked against her. A savage ache rolled through his body until it was all he could do not to tumble her to the rug in front of the fire, strip her clothes from her body and make her his in every sense of the word.

He controlled himself, watching her face as she settled down further. Her expression was so sexy, her eyes half closed and her lips half parted. The sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Then she rolled her hips and pleasure rocked his world.

“Fuck!”

Somehow he managed to swear and moan at the same time, sliding his hands up from her waist to brush his thumbs under those surprisingly full breasts. Breasts he ached to uncover, unwrap from the plain cotton shirt she was wearing. Peel the fabric away. Touch…kiss. Lick. Suck.

Crap, he was his own worst enemy.

Closing his eyes to try and control himself, he felt her small hands smooth to the middle of his chest. A shudder of reaction rolled through him. Then she pushed against him. He let her, falling back to lie against the cushions of the couch, and opened his eyes to look up at her.

She sat over him, the fire casting a warm glow over her skin as she reached for the buttons down the front of her shirt. He swallowed; all the blood in his body rushed to his cock like a cavalry charge as more and more of her creamy flesh was exposed. Even if a herd of wild horses had stampeded through the apartment just at that moment, he wouldn’t have been able to look away. Not with her slender fingers moving on the buttons, and the gap down the front of the shirt widening by the second.

Then they were all undone and she parted the shirt, shrugging it off her shoulders. He tried to swallow as the twin mounds of her breasts were revealed, the soft skin pale above the deep scarlet of her bra.

Holy crap.

His eyes widened as she stripped the black fabric of her shirt down her arms and dropped it on the floor behind them. He’d expected black satin, maybe an edging of lace. Not ‘take me to bed and fuck me senseless’ scarlet.

“You’re…”

His mental faculties deserted him so much that he couldn’t utter another word, never mind frame a damn sentence. Instead he surged into movement, sitting up with her in his lap, as his hands slid up her ribcage. She was tiny, delicate…and so fucking sexy he shook with the lust that rocked his body.

He took her lips in a kiss that was hot, feral…almost animalistic in its intensity. He drove his tongue deep, stroking, tasting and demanding in one go. Surrounding her with the cage of his arms so she wasn’t hurt, he tumbled them onto the rug in front of the fire.

She gasped at the sudden movement, then moaned and wriggled against him as her back hit the soft surface of the rug. He broke the kiss, but it wasn’t a respite. Instead he planted a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses all the way down her throat. Her bra lasted less than a second, his long fingers making short work of the clasp between her breasts. God bless front opening bras…no need for awkward contortions to undo them.

She whimpered, her back arching as the bra gave and released her breasts from their satin confinement. Rhod swore under his breath as the firelight played over them, caressing the creamy flesh and highlighting the tight, puckered nipples. Crouched over her like some beast of legend, he swooped in and caught one between his lips. He suckled it between his teeth, alternating suckling with quick flicks of his tongue, moving from one breast to the other until she was writhing and moaning beneath him.

God she was so hot. And she was all his.

Chapter Four

“Mine.”

Half lost in a delirium of pleasure, Candy almost missed the growled word. Hands buried in his hair as he licked and sucked at her tits, she paused and tried to get her thought processes in order even as he seemed hell-bent on sending her mad with need.

“Yes, yours,” she agreed.

She liked the hard note of possessiveness in his deep voice, but she liked the swirl of his tongue over her beaded nipple even more. Arching her back again, she offered more of herself to him. A sharp cry escaped her lips as he reached up and tweaked her other nipple, the pleasure-pain sending a fresh rush of heat from her pussy to dampen her panties.

Then he was gone, the warmth of his mouth abandoning her breasts, leaving her nipples wet and aching as he kissed his way down her soft stomach. She sucked in a breath, conscious that she wasn’t in the same great shape that he was, torn between being ticklish and a pussy-clenching need that had her tight in its clutches.

The zipper of her jeans gave, and his hands were inside the denim. They cupped and shaped her ass as he pushed the fabric down. Lifting her hips she helped him take them off. A shiver travelled through her body as the jeans slid down the length of her legs. While he yanked them free of her ankles, she struggled out of the open bra and pitched it onto the sofa. A flush hit her cheeks as she lay back for his perusal, naked apart from her panties.

Sitting on his heels, he swept her body with a hot look, not bothering to conceal the lust and need on his face, nor the thick erection tenting the crotch of his dress pants. He studied every inch of her body until she was ready to squirm and beg him to move. To do something. Anything.

His gaze dropped to her panties and he sucked a breath in. “Fuck. A Thong. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you sweetheart?”

She laughed, the noise breathless and sounding way sexier than she usually did. But it soon turned to a gasp as he wrapped a big hand round each of her ankles, pulling her legs apart to settle his big frame between them.

“I love these.”

He stroked a finger along the lace across her stomach then teased along the edge between her body and thigh. Moving down, ever closer to the part of her that really needed his attention.

She closed her eyes as he played with the lace, her lips parting on a moan as he dipped a finger beneath, and then withdrew. She was killing him? What the hell did he think all this teasing was doing to her?

“What I especially like is the easy access here.”

His fingertips moved up to her hips, to the small ties at the side of the panties. There was a sharp tug, and the fabric fell away, cool air washing over her exposed pussy lips. She whimpered at the slight stimulation, reaching up to cup her breasts as he dropped a kiss on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“That’s it,” he urged as he moved closer, warm breath trickling over her pussy. “Play with them for me. Imagine it’s my hands on you. Teasing, caressing, pinching…”

She listened to his rough, sultry voice, imagining that the hands cupping her breasts were his. Big, warm hands with calluses that spoke of hard work. Rough and smooth, instead of small and soft. A spine-tingling contrast between fantasy and reality as she caressed herself, tweaked her nipples and pulled slightly to feel the bite of pleasure-pain.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

She bit back a moan as he moved lower. He blew a cool breath over her pussy lips and she flinched, the moan escaping around her clenched teeth. He chuckled, the sound dirty and decadent. Then he licked.

His tongue slid along her in a long wet glide of sensation until he found her clit. A rumble in the back of his throat vibrated against her as he wrapped his lips around the tiny bundle of flesh and sucked.

She whimpered, reaching up to grab at something, anything, to ground herself. Fuck. He knew how to use his tongue. Flicking across her clit in a rapid tattoo, then sucking, he caused starbursts to explode behind her closed eyelids as he drove her toward climax in a hell-borne ride. He didn’t let up, alternating long licks that rasped against her sensitive flesh with hard suckles until her hips bucked. The moans that spilled from her lips were closer to pleas for more. Definitely for more.

Heat filled her, careening into every pleasure cell until she felt his touch through her entire body. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he moved. Pulled away to sit up, leaving her panting and ready to scream on the rug in front of him.

No way.

Disbelief and frustration rolled through her as she just looked at him. He couldn’t do this…couldn’t leave her like this.

But his face was a hard mask, eyes glittering with heat and desire as he swept a glance over her reclining body. Snatching at his belt buckle, he undid his pants with a shaking hand, sitting on the edge of the sofa and shoving them over his hips with speed borne of haste and need.

His cock sprang free, the thick length slapping against his flat stomach as he kicked his pants off. Wide and flushed, it stood proud, proclaiming his masculinity. Candy caught her breath. A small bead of pre-cum welled up on the tip, glistening in the firelight. Tempting her to lick it off.

Before she could, he reached down and removed his wallet from his pants pocket, flipping it open and extracting a silver packet from within. She blinked and smiled, amused that he was so prepared but grateful they didn’t have to have the whole ‘are you protected?’ conversation.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered as he ripped the packet open and sheathed himself with a speed that betrayed his need.

Anticipation fought the tremble that shuddered through her body as she scrambled to do as she was told. Screw being graceful, enticing him with the seductive allure of her movements; she wanted that thick, hard length inside her…filling her over and over again. Now. Yesterday.

The heat from the fire bathed her, warming her face and shoulders as she got into position for him. Her hands curled into the softness of the rug as she parted her thighs wide. Thrusting her ass in the air, she watched as he slid to his knees behind her.

“God…you look amazing like that,” he whispered as his hand smoothed over her hips, pushing down on the small of her back to angle her hips even more. He slid the fingers of his free hand between her lower lips and tested her readiness. They slipped against the slick wetness, circling her clit again until she moaned and thrust back against him.

She bit her lip again. God that felt so good.

He moved, thrusting a thick finger deep into her pussy, and she almost came apart there and then. A long, liquid moan welled up from the depths of her soul as he finger-fucked her, thrusting in and out, a second finger joining the first as his thumb circled her clit.

She thought he’d driven her mad before, but that was nothing compared to this. Especially when he pressed deep, curled his fingers down and behind her pelvis to seek the small spot hidden along the slick walls within. He found it, stroked again and again until her release roared up, threatening to overwhelm her.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Hold on for me. I want to be inside you when you come,” he whispered in her ear. The words stopped her howl of frustration as he pulled away again. She’d been so close.

“If you weren’t so sexy, I’d kill you for that,” she promised between pants, and then gasped when his hair-roughened thighs rubbed against hers as he got into position behind her.

The thick head of his cock slid down between her slick lips, rubbing over her clit before he pulled back up and pressed against the entrance to her pussy.

They both groaned, the masculine and feminine sounds mingling as her body gave, parting to accommodate him. The broad head of his cock slipped into her pussy. She whimpered at the sensation, her cunt clenching around the invasion, savouring the slight burning pleasure.

He pressed forward, sliding into her wetness inch by slow inch until he’d filled her completely. She held her breath. He was big, so big that she felt stuffed, fuller than she’d ever felt before. Her instincts warned against moving. Warned that he was too large, too thick…

“Breathe sweetheart. God, you feel so good…tight, hot…wet.” The soft words were whispered against her ear as he leaned forward. The solid muscles of his chest enveloped her in warmth as he reached around to cup a breast. She murmured in pleasure and closed her eyes. His hand was large. Warm. Gentle fingertips stroked over her nipple, caressing and peaking it. Without thinking, she arched forward, pressing into his hand to beg for more. The movement changed the angle of their hips and shifted the seating of his cock deep within, as the rigid shaft rubbing against her inner walls.

Heat and pleasure exploded within her, ripping through every cell in her body and igniting a need to move. Rhod’s groan echoed hers, and he pulled back until he was almost out of her. Then he surged back in, faster than before. She gasped and dug her fingers into the rug, holding on as he did it again and again.

He built up a hard rhythm, powering in and out of her like a locomotive. Eager for everything he could give her, she wriggled her ass and thrust back against him. She needed this. Wanted it. Wanted more. Harder.

“Please…” she begged, dropping to rest on her elbows as his hands smoothed down the sides of her thighs. What she was begging for she wasn’t sure…she just needed more. Of everything.

“I got you, sweetheart.”

One hand changed direction, smoothing up and over her ass, then slid around her hip and between her legs. She bit her lip as he slid clever fingers between her pussy lips and located her clit. Not teasing now, he played her body with the finesse of a master musician, making it reach for notes she didn’t know existed.