Sold to Santa (SinSity Stories) (4 page)

Clearly
satisfied she believed him, he turned his attention back to her pussy. Kissing
his way up one thigh, his tongue brushed her folds and she jerked, the
sensation so acute it was almost painful. She didn’t realise until now just how
much she needed him.

In
response to her desperate hands gripping his hair, he buried his face between
her legs, licking and laving his tongue across her. He used it to flick firmly
across her clit, back and forth, back and forth, until she was panting. Then he
thrust his tongue inside her, mimicking what she needed most.

Nick
drew back, just as the sensations began to build and she moaned in
disappointment, sagging against the chair.

He
laughed and stood, pulling her to her feet. “We’ve got all night, sweetheart.
And you know, we haven’t even kissed yet.”

“Oh my
God, we haven’t! What if I’m a terrible kisser?”

“I think
I can safely say you’re not a terrible kisser.” He chuckled and wrapped his
arms around her. His cock thrust against her, hard and promising. She only
hoped she didn’t turn him off with her kisses.

“It’s
been long time. I’m out of practice.”

“Guess
we’d better get practicing then.”

Nick
lowered his mouth to hers, brought his hands up to cup her head and kissed her
gently. Belle sucked in a startled breath as tingles raced over her lips and
she gripped his neck eagerly. He tasted and smelled of her. It was pretty
sinful really. His tongue darted into her mouth and she touched hers to his.
Her legs almost gave way.

When
they finally broke apart, Nick appeared to be struggling to draw in breaths
just as much as she. He kept his forehead pressed to hers, his hands around her
neck, and just held her there for a moment.

“You
need to get that dress off. I have to see what that red underwear looks like.”

Struck dumb
by his kisses, Belle nodded and drew back. Gripping the hem of her dress, she
pulled it up and over in one swift movement. Her hair tumbled messily over one
shoulder and she fought the desire to cover herself with her hands. Trembling,
she waited as he cast his gaze carefully over her.

Nick’s
eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Is it any wonder you
kept me up at night? You’re like a damned dream. But you are so much better
than any of my fantasies. Christ, your breasts…”

Belle
giggled. She couldn’t help it. To think she’d been keeping Nick up was insane,
but his rock hard cock jutting against his suit trousers left her in no doubt
that he found her attractive.

“Come
here.” He extended his hand and she took it. “Kneel down.”

Belle
dropped quickly to her knees, her gaze landing on the large bulge. She
swallowed and licked her lips in anticipation.

“Your
lips,” he told her as she tilted her head to view him, “are made for sucking
cock. I remember thinking that the first time I saw you. So red and luscious. I
can’t wait to see what they look like stretched around me. Will you suck my
cock, sweetheart?”

“Oh
yes,” she breathed. At the moment, she could think of nothing she wanted more.
Nick was the perfect Dom. Sexy, sensual, caring and polite. And she so wanted
to show him how much she appreciated that.

“Take my
cock out.”

With
fumbling movements, Belle quickly unzipped his trousers and drew his black
briefs away and over his shaft. It sprang free, thick and shining. A little
pre-cum awaited her and she licked it up, making him hiss. The sound was like
magic.

Wetting
her lips, she placed them over the smooth head and gradually opened her lips,
letting him slide in, bit by bit, as if he was fucking her pussy instead of her
mouth. The width of him stretched her lips wide until she had almost half of
his erection inside her mouth. Forcing her throat to relax, she pushed harder
until her nose was buried in his crisp dark hair. Nick rewarded her with a
harsh, rumbling groan and the tug on her hair told her he was enjoying it. She
bobbed up and down, sucking determinedly. In a way, she still couldn’t believe
she was sucking her best friend’s cock, and in others, she wondered why she
hadn’t considered it sooner. All the time they’d missed out on together…

But
still, she’d make up for it now.

She
continued until her jaw ached, her gaze constantly straying up to meet his.
Nick kept murmuring how hot she looked, how amazing she was. Then he finally
tore her away and dragged her to her feet.

“I’m not
sure I can hold back much longer, Belle. I might need to take you hard and
fast. Can we do soft and slow later?”

“Oh
yes.” She nodded eagerly. Her pussy was soaking and so ready for him.

“Good.”

He
tugged her into him and spun her so her arse pressed into his bare cock. He
thrust a hand down her panties and immediately plunged his fingers into her
sheath. She squealed at the suddenness of it. Sharp pleasure already bolted
through her as he worked in and out of her.

“Christ,
you’re wet.”

Her legs
juddered beneath her while Nick continued to torment her. His other hand
somehow unhooked her bra and pulled it roughly from her so he could cup her
breast and knead her nipple into an aching point. The feel of both his hands on
her was almost more than she could bear and her orgasm ripped through her. She
clamped her legs around his hand and rode the wave of pleasure until she sagged
back against him, gasping in gulps of air.

Nick
chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet, Belle.”

Coaxing
her forward, he pressed her down across the desk. A gilded mirror sat right in
front of it and Belle was staring at herself, seeing the flush in her cheeks
and how puffy her lips were. Her hair was a tangled auburn mess but she looked
sexy and vibrant. Her gaze connected with Nick’s and she saw how he viewed
her—as if she really was the hottest women on the planet.

With a
ripping sound, her underwear was torn from her. “Just stay there,” Nick
instructed.

Belle
didn’t think she could do anything else, especially when he shrugged of his suit
jacket and began tugging at his tie. Gradually, more and more male flesh became
revealed as he unbuttoned his crisp blue shirt. She gulped at the sight of
tanned, taut skin in the mirror. A small trail of dark hair ran down his
stomach to his cock and she knew she’d have to lick it one day soon.

Then he
shrugged out of his trousers and lined himself up behind her. One hand in her
hair, pulling it tight, he forced her to look in the mirror. His other hand
braced on her hip.

“Belle,
I’m going to fuck you very hard and fast,” he promised.

“Yes,”
she agreed, even though she knew she had no choice. She couldn’t wait.

The head
of his cock touched her folds and left, but before she could feel disappointed,
he lunged swiftly, spearing into her. Her eyes flew wide and she gasped at the
sudden intrusion. It ached and shocked her as his long length fit completely
inside her, but it was the most beautiful ache.

Using
her hair for leverage, he pounded into her. The light on the desk rattled and
Belle curled her hands over the edge of it to hold on. She cried out with each
thrust and Nick brought down his palm on her arse in an encouraging smack. He
must have spanked her at least twenty times, in time with his thrusts, but it
only enhanced the sensations ricocheting through her. Who knew a spanking could
be so gratifying? Her rear was warm and sensitive as he dug his finger into her
soft flesh.

Then
Nick used his free hand to reach between her legs and give her clit a good
squeeze. When he released it, she felt the blood rush into it in a moment of
pleasurable pain. God, she was so close it was ridiculous. The slide of his
cock in her tight hole, the tug of his hand in her hair and the touch of his
fingers on her pussy all worked to send her over the edge. Belle saw her orgasm
hit in the mirror and her gaze locked onto Nick’s. Overwhelming emotion hit her
and tears blurred her vision while the pulses streamed through her making her
tremble. It seemed like the ultimate moment of connection. Her best friend and
now her lover…

Belle
sobbed out the last of her climax and saw Nick’s overtake him through the haze
of tears. He tensed and groaned her name. Blinking, she allowed herself a small
smile as Nick rocked gently into her. His grip on her hair loosened and he
flattened kisses to her back.

As Belle
drew in breaths, she listened to the soothing sound of Nick’s breathing also
slowing. Wow. Clearly she didn’t just love Nick… she was
in love
with
him. Why wouldn’t she be? The sex was mind-blowing, he was the hottest guy she knew,
and he was her best friend.

Eventually
he drew himself up and out of her. She moaned in disappointment and he
chuckled, tugging her up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her
waist and looked at her in the mirror while he pressed kisses to her neck.

“Don’t
worry, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”

She
giggled at the sexy sight they made. Nick’s strong arms wrapped around her, a
hint of muscular torso showing and her curvy figure and bright hair against her
pale skin…they looked perfect together.

Belle
bit her lip. “I’m glad… and I’m very glad I got sold to Santa.” She turned in
his arms and thrilled at the sensation of being flat against all the muscle.
“But you only bought me for one date.”

“Hmm… I
did.” Nick’s lips twisted into a cheeky grin. “And I can’t afford to pay that
much every time I want a night with you…”

Scowling,
she curled her hands around his neck and held onto him. Her heart thrummed
lightly. She needed to know what he wanted. Had to be sure he hadn’t just
bought her for one night and one night only.

“Nick!”
she exclaimed in frustration as he began to move his hands along her body,
caressing her back and rear.

“Well,
seeing as I can’t buy you, can I give you a gift?”

“A
gift?”

He
nodded, released her and picked up his discarded trousers. As he drew out a
small box, Belle gulped. He popped it open and a beautiful single solitaire
diamond on a white gold band greeted her. She clapped her hands over her mouth
as he dropped—still entirely naked—to one knee.

“Belle,
will you marry me?”

A bubble
of laughter escaped her. Tonight had been too crazy. Bought by a stranger and
seduced by her best friend. And now he was proposing to her naked.

“Well?”
he almost growled, the faintest hint of vulnerability slipping into his
expression.

“Of
course I’ll marry you!”

“Thank
fuck.” Nick leapt to his feet, a bold grin on his face as he slipped the ring
on her finger.

Belle
took a moment to admire the ring before he scooped her into his hold. She
wrapped her legs around him and gasped when she found him hard and ready to go.

“Oh my.
Santa, do you have another present for me?”

“I
certainly do, my little elf. I certainly do,” he said as he claimed her mouth.

Belle
found herself drowning in his kiss, his scent. She doubted she could tell anyone
how they truly became engaged. Bought at a sex club and proposed to while naked
wasn’t really the most romantic of tales, but she kind of liked the idea of
having their own little secret, naughty tale.

Nick
laid her down on the bed and began to feast on her body while she moaned and
writhed. She watched him, a wide smile on her face, very happy with her
decision. She knew it was silly but she couldn’t help feeling a little bit of
Christmas magic had been sprinkled upon them to help them reach this point.

“Merry
Christmas,” she whispered as he continued to love her with his mouth. “I love
you.” She felt him grin against her skin but he didn’t return the words. That
was fine with her. His lips were far too busy saying more than he could ever
tell her.

The End

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