White Hot Holidays 15: Santa's Helpers Read online

  She slid off his lap, eliciting another groan. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following her, she scampered down the ramp, through the curtain, and past the empty photo area to the painted garden shed. She slipped inside.

  Now that the Giving Tree presents were all gone, as well as the bags of reindeer chow, it was almost spacious. She crossed to the window and closed the shutters, latching them shut. Remembering her daydream from this morning, she glanced at the empty wire shelves and shivered in anticipation.

  Dean entered the shed behind her, pulling the door closed and dropping the hook to keep it closed. Thin lines of light slipped between the shutters and beneath the door, giving the interior a romantic twilight quality.

  He reached for her as she stepped toward him, her arms sliding around his neck. Then his mouth found hers, and he was kissing her, hot and urgent and breathless.

  His hands slipped down, over her ass, then came up beneath her miniskirt. Cupping her ass, he pulled her forward, pressing her hips to his. His cock was fully erect, straining against his velvet knickers, and he ground it against her while his lips and tongue worked her mouth.

  She let her hands drift down, stroking the soft velvet nap over the hard muscles of his shoulders and back the way she’d longed to for weeks, until she cupped his ass, too. It was just as tight and firm as she’d imagined. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the knickers, the tights, then beneath the elastic of his boxers. Plunging her hands down, she palmed his bare ass.

  He groaned, breaking the kiss and arching his head back, eyes closed. They were both breathing heavily, hips circling as their fingers stroked and kneaded.

  “Touch me,” she whispered.

  He fumbled beneath her miniskirt for the waistband of her tights, then got his hands inside, her thong panties no obstacle. He palmed her ass, his hands radiating heat. Marissa sighed with pleasure. He felt so good against her skin. Then he pushed one hand further, reaching between her legs.

  His fingers slid into her wet opening. She clenched her legs, capturing his hand so he couldn’t escape.

  “Oh, that’s good.”

  He swiveled his fingers inside her. “You’re so hot. So wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  “Taste me?”

  Dean dropped to his knees, stripping down her miniskirt, thong panties, and tights as he went. He pulled off one elf boot and tugged the tights over her foot, leaving them puddled around her other ankle. Nudging her legs apart, he cradled her ass in his palms, and buried his face between her legs.

  “Dean!” she gasped.

  “Hmm?” His mouth closed over her opening, then his tongue slipped inside her, sweeping a hot, wet circle, before he drew back to lick her clit.

  She fisted her fingers in his thick hair, and hung on. His tongue stroked back and forth, pausing occasionally so he could exhale his warm breath across her throbbing flesh. The one time a lover had tried going down on her, she’d felt like her pussy was an item on the bargain menu at the local burger joint, the way he slobbered and slurped at it. She’d never imagined it could feel like this. She wondered what else Dean would be able to teach her. Then she couldn’t think of anything except how good he was making her feel.

  She started to tremble, her legs quivering uncontrollably as she panted for air.

  Dean wrapped his muscled arms around her thighs, bracing her against his shoulders.

  “I’ve got you. Let it come, baby. Let it come.”

  He suckled her clit, pulling her into his mouth, then scraped the sensitive hood with his teeth.

  Marissa exploded.

  Vaguely, she felt him continue licking her, each slow stroke sending ripples of pleasure through her limp body, as her consciousness drifted in a warm sea of contentment. The movement of his tongue gradually slowed, then stopped, and he pressed a final soft kiss to her still-pulsing flesh.

  “Can you stand on your own?”

  She made a questioning noise. It might’ve meant “Why are you talking to me when I’m floating in happy land?” or “Why would I want to do that?” or even “Don’t you realize I don’t have a single muscle capable of performing work anywhere in my body?”

  He chuckled, his breath gusting across her damp mound, and carefully released her. She swayed, but remained standing.

  “Just a second, baby. I’ve got a real treat for you.”

  “Like that wasn’t?”

  “That was nothing compared to this.”

  He turned to the pile of equipment he’d brought into the shed earlier, and retrieved a peppermint stick. The plastic wrap crackled loudly as he unwrapped it.

  “Another peppermint? But I’m not hungry anymore.”

  He grinned, and knelt before her. Holding her steady with a warm hand against her bare ass, he pressed the peppermint between her legs, rubbing it back and forth against her folds.

  Marissa moaned, her pussy opening to his touch. The peppermint stick slid faster as her fluids coated it.

  “Are you sure you’re not hungry for this?” Dean teased.

  “I changed my mind. I want it.”

  He altered the angle of the stick, and instead of rubbing between her folds, the next stroke pushed the thick peppermint against her opening. There was a moment of resistance, the flat-topped shape not well-suited for entry. Dean kneaded her ass with his free hand, until her pussy opened wide and the peppermint slid inside.

  She moaned again, clenching her inner muscles and fisting her hands in his hair.

  Slowly, he began to move the stick up and down, changing the angle slightly each time, and learning the inner contours of her body as he stroked the candy against the wall of her vagina. He pushed it in deeper with every thrust, and she flexed her knees, rising and falling in time with his motion, taking the candy even deeper. Her flesh tingled where it touched. His hot palm on her ass guided her up and down, encouraging her to ride the peppermint stick. She grew hotter and wetter, pulsing around the candy.

  “Feel how easily it’s moving now?” Dean asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You’re dissolving it, your juices mixing with the melting sugar.” He pulled the candy out, and licked her pussy.

  “Dean!”

  “So sweet,” he whispered, pushing his face between her legs to suck on her hot, swollen flesh as his hand on her ass held her in place.

  Her legs shook. Arching backward, she tilted her hips up, spreading herself for his tasting. “Please, Dean. Make me come again.”

  He chuckled, his warm breath gusting across her swollen pussy. “You want a real sugar rush? I think it’s wet enough now.”

  “What are you—”

  He lifted his hand from her ass and wrapped his arms around her legs, bracing her against his shoulders again. Then something warm and wet prodded the cleft between her ass cheeks, probing until the tip slid into her opening.

  She clutched his hair, thrusting her pussy against his mouth in a desperate attempt to escape the unexpected invasion. His tongue flicked out, spearing her, and she dissolved in liquid heat. Her legs quivered, her pulse pounding in mingled fear and anticipation.

  Slowly, inexorably, Dean pressed the peppermint stick against her opening until her muscles gave way, and it slid into her ass. It stretched and filled her the way she’d always dreamed, a foreign invasion that branded her irrevocably as his.

  She moaned, hot liquid flooding from her pussy. He lapped it up, licking and sucking. Then, slowly, he pumped the peppermint stick in and out of her ass.

  Marissa sobbed, clinging to his velvet-covered shoulders for balance as her legs threatened to collapse completely. Every exquisite thrust filled her to the point where she thought she’d rip apart if he tried to put any more inside her, and every withdrawal left her gasping with pleasure and begging for more.

  He pushed the peppermint stick up her ass, and hot liquid gushed from her pussy. He sucked wetly, his tongue delving among her folds. She moaned, spreading her legs even wider, clenching her
ass around the candy, and rocked her pussy against his mouth.

  “Please, Dean. Please. You’re killing me!”

  His mouth closed over her clit, his tongue flicking across it until she thought she’d go mad from the unrelieved tension. Her arms and legs trembled, and she couldn’t breathe. Then he pulled the peppermint stick from her ass, nipping her clit as her body released the candy.

  She came in a cascading rush, her legs giving way completely as her mind overloaded with pleasure. She slid down Dean’s body, until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him, resting against his velvety chest. And still, she trembled.

  “Sweet,” he whispered.

  Marissa just nodded, unable to speak.

  “You liked it?”

  She nodded vigorously.

  “Ready for more?”

  She’d been pleasured by his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, and even a peppermint stick. But she wanted more than just pleasure. She wanted to connect with Dean, to share the moment of ecstasy as they brought each other to shivering, shuddering climax.

  “Can we make love this time?” she asked.

  He grinned, his lips stained pink from the secondhand peppermint. “Yeah. But I don’t want you lying on this floor. It’s filthy.”

  He unbuttoned his vest and shrugged out of it. He reached around her, shaking it out with a snap, then guided her backwards to sit on his spread out vest. She ran her fingers back and forth across the soft nap, enjoying the sensation. It was so soft. And warm.

  Tugging gently, he removed her remaining elf boot. Her tights, thong panties, and miniskirt tangled around that ankle followed. He unfastened the buttons of her vest. His breathing deepened, and he brushed his fingers lightly over her breasts, stroking them through the thin cotton turtleneck and skimpy bra.

  “Are you gonna kiss me there, too?” she whispered.

  “I’m gonna kiss you everywhere.”

  But instead of continuing his caresses, he slid his hands up to her shoulders, and guided the vest down her arms. He folded it neatly, then held it to the back of her head.

  “Hold this, and lie down.”

  She did, stretching out with her vest as a pillow. In the twilight warmth of the shed, she watched the play of shadow and darkness as he rose to his feet and quickly stripped off his own elf boots, tights, boxers and knickers. He was gloriously naked beneath his turtleneck, his cock thrust out proudly before him. She’d imagined his cock long and lean, like the rest of his body. In reality, he was shorter but thicker—three fingers wide, not two. Her pulse stuttered and her lungs labored for air. She trembled, her heated pussy already opening at the thought of him thrusting inside her, stretching her wide as he filled her.

  Marissa licked her lips, her gaze fastened on his cock. He’d tasted her. Would she have a chance to taste him, now?

  He circled around her, going behind her head where she couldn’t see him. What erotic surprise did he have in store for her?

  “Dean?”

  “Just a sec.” She heard him pawing through the possessions in his assigned cubby, followed by the sound of foil tearing. “I have to get protection.”

  When he came back into her field of vision, his cock was sheathed in a pearly white condom. The folds of flesh he’d kissed so thoroughly began to throb, eager to welcome him into her body, and she felt the heat and moisture building.

  She lifted her arms, inviting him into her embrace. “Make love to me.”

  Chapter Four

  Dean knelt between her legs, leaning forward with his hands spanning her waist. “That turtleneck has to go. I want to kiss every inch of your skin.”

  Marissa sat up enough to pull the turtleneck over her head, then tossed it aside.

  His voice dropped to a husky growl. “The bra, too.”

  She reached behind herself to unhook it, arching her back. Dean groaned as the scrap of satin and lace fell away, revealing her swollen breasts capped with tight, hard nipples, already fully aroused. He tightened his grip on her hips.

  “You’re killing me, Marissa.”

  “Yeah?” she whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath. “What do you think you’re doing to me? For weeks now I’ve dreamed of you, strong and commanding. I even dreamed of you taking me up the ass. But my dreams were nothing compared to reality.”

  He groaned again. “That’s not helping.”

  He let go of her just long enough to rip his own turtleneck off, revealing a glimpse of well-defined pecs and six-pack abs, just as she’d imagined them, then covered her naked body with his own. His heat burned into her, as his firm chest flattened her breasts beneath him, and his hard, hot cock was trapped between their abdomens.

  Dean glided his hands up and down her arms, raising a shiver of gooseflesh in his wake, then twined his fingers with hers. He stretched her arms above her head, holding her in place, then began torturing her with gentle nips and nibbles. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her chest, before turning his attention to her tight and aching breasts.

  She moaned, bucking and writhing beneath him, but he would not be hurried. Knowing that he controlled every aspect of their lovemaking only increased her arousal. He swept his tongue in slow circles around each breast, gradually rising closer and closer to the nipple. Before he reached the apex, he retreated, beginning again with rings of open-mouthed kisses. Once more he approached her painfully tight nipples, but backed away before he gave her the final kiss she needed.

  “Please, Dean. Stop teasing me.” She wriggled her hips, wet and ready for his possession. Wrapping her legs around his, she opened herself fully beneath him. The base of his cock pressed hard against her mound, but it wasn’t enough. “Please. I need you inside me.”

  “Soon.” He scraped his teeth up the side of her breast, making her whimper in frustration. Then he nipped the hard, tight bud, zinging a shock straight to her core.

  “Dean!” She arched upward, lifting him with the force of her bow, then fell back to the velvet covered floor. Warm liquid flowed over her folds. She panted, stunned and unable to catch her breath.

  Then he nipped the other breast.

  A second jolt speared through her. She trembled, her body shaking uncontrollably.

  He released her hands, and levered himself off her. She cried at the loss, whimpering and reaching blindly for him, to pull him close again. Then he slid the tip of his cock into her wide-open channel.

  Grabbing her hips, he thrust, hard and deep, penetrating to his full depth inside her, filling her more fully than his fingers or the peppermint stick ever could. She sighed in pleasure. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d needed.

  “Yes. Like that.”

  “Mmm. You are so tight and wet. It’s like you’re holding my cock in a fist dripping with melted butter.”

  She squeezed her inner muscles, clenching his thick cock deep inside. He gasped, then groaned.

  “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Just like…yeah.”

  She squeezed and released, again and again, feeling herself starting the spiral of tension even though he wasn’t moving inside her. Breathing heavily, she clenched her inner muscles and bore down on his rock-solid cock.

  Then he began moving, too. He slid his cock almost all the way out, teasing the ridge of muscle around her opening with the width of its head. With quick, short strokes he tormented her, whipping her to a sobbing frenzy, before he plunged fully inside her.

  “Again!”

  Three more short, sharp strokes, then another hard, deep thrust that pinned her to the floor. He repeated the quick, teasing strokes, then sank to his full depth, making her cry out in need.

  Then he was lost to the passion he’d created, thrusting hard and deep, again and again, his fingers digging into her hips while he buried his face between her breasts, his arms and shoulders straining to bear his weight.

  He inhaled a deep, ragged breath, then huffed it out in a warm gust that tickled her sensitive breasts. A quiver of reaction rippled through her pussy, and he groane
d in agonized pleasure.

  “Yeah. That’s it, baby. Come with me.”

  He pulled back and thrust one last time, his head arching back, his body rigid. Then his cock went flaccid, spent within the confines of his condom.

  Marissa clenched her inner muscles, bucking against his limp cock. “No! Please! I’m so close!”

  He rolled to his side, as if he was going to leave her now that he’d found his own pleasure. She cried out, grabbing his sweaty shoulders to keep him close to her. But he wasn’t leaving. He shifted his weight, so he could reach between their bodies with one hand. He thrust three fingers inside her, stretching and pressing, then rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  She gasped, reaching and straining for the prize, so close yet tantalizingly out of reach.

  He rubbed harder. “Come on, baby. You can do it. Just a little further.”

  Her release burst over her like a sudden thunderstorm, racking her body with pulses of high voltage and uncontrollable muscle spasms. She whispered his name, over and over again, tears running unchecked down her cheeks. The moment was everything she’d longed for, everything she’d dreamed about.

  Dean rolled to his side, holding her body tightly against his, his arms and legs cocooning her in warmth and safety. She trembled beside him, but gradually, his muscles prevailed, and she subsided, completely drained and relaxed.

  He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “You were amazing.”

  “No, you were amazing. That was, just, wow.”

  He chuckled softly. “Elfin magic?”

  She blinked, then buried her face in his chest. “Oh, God. We’re in Santa’s Toy Shop at the mall. What if the shed had fallen over while we were making love?”

  He laughed. “Do you have any idea how much this thing weighs? I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

  Marissa nuzzled his sweaty chest, inhaling the aroma of strong, virile man, and licking his salty skin. She ran her tongue along the edge of his chest muscles, then licked up to his flat nipple. It stiffened beneath her soft strokes.

  “I’ve thought about this for so long, what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you, to feel you moving inside me,” she murmured. “Every time you bent over in those tight elf pants I wanted to run my hands over your ass.”