An Innocent Halloween (Holiday Heat Book 1)

by Katy Kaylee

  “Oh,” Claire gasped, her head falling forward to rest against me shoulder. “Oh, oh, oh—”

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I ordered, “show me how much you want it, baby. You gonna come just like this? Just from grinding against my cock?”

  Claire bit my shoulder as she sobbed helplessly, her hips working desperately against my cock. Fuck, I hadn’t done simple frottage like this since fucking high school, but it felt so damn good. “We—we shouldn’t in—in Pippa’s bed—oh, oh—”

  She sounded close to orgasm, and I was pretty damn close myself. Part of me wanted to just turn her and pin her to the wall, grind against her until we both came, me in my pants and her ruining that little scrap of lace between her legs, but I had told her earlier that I wasn’t the kind of chump who would just one and done her and be on his way. No, I was going to show her a night of passion she would never forget. I wanted her as addicted to me as I was addicted to her.

  I pulled away, taking her hand, and Claire looked like her legs nearly gave out on her. She stumbled, eyes glazed, lips slick and parted, her face beautifully flushed.

  “Then we won’t do it in Pippa’s bedroom,” I told her. I tugged on her hand and Claire followed as I opened the bedroom door, leading her out.

  I kept expecting Claire to stop me, but she just held on as I led her through the apartment, straight to Pippa’s front door, and right out into the hall. My apartment building was only a few blocks away, a short enough walk, and I threaded our fingers together as I continued to lead Claire out of Pippa’s apartment and down the street to mine.

  Claire never once asked me where we were going, although she sure didn’t object to my stopping every so often to kiss her. When we got to the front of my apartment I couldn’t help myself—I pulled her into me again, only this time I turned her around. Claire braced her hands flat on the front door of the building, gasping as my hand slid up underneath the skirt of her dress and my mouth found her neck again.

  “Alex—Alex please,” she mewled. I kissed her neck feverishly, my fingers rubbing against her through her underwear. Claire writhed against my fingers without care, her cries getting louder and louder. It was like she’d never been touched before, like all of this was new to her, she was so loud and sensitive. I loved it.

  Most women that I had been with—either they were quiet, because they had learned that being loud was annoying, or it disturbed the neighbors, or something—or they were loud but it sounded like a performance. Like they were being loud because they knew it was what their partner wanted and so they were doing that for them, regardless of whether they were naturally making the noise or not.

  Quiet or loud, all I cared about was that my partner be genuine in what they did. And Claire—Claire was making noise like she was startled by it, like she hadn’t realized that someone could coax these sounds out of her.

  I loved it. It was fucking addicting, just like the rest of her.

  But—well, call me jealous if you wanted, but nobody else should hear those noises. I wasn’t going to put on a performance for the neighbors. I pulled my hand away right as her hips started to thrust jerkily up into my touch, as her cries grew raw and ragged in pitch.

  Claire practically cried. “I’m so—I’m so close, Alex, please, why—”

  “Because nobody gets to hear you come but me,” I growled, scraping my teeth along the side of her neck.

  Claire shuddered and fell back into my arms. “Take me upstairs, please.”

  I led her up to my apartment. Normally, when I showed my place to a woman, I liked to show it off. After all, it was the house that I had built specifically to be my forever dream home, the one that was an extension of my personality. But that was in LA. This was the apartment I just rented out for the time being, it wasn’t exactly a home, and besides—I had other things on my mind.

  Dispensing with the tour, I pulled Claire into my arms and kissed her. Poor darling was shaking all over. I’d been teasing her pretty mercilessly, brought her to the edge of orgasm twice, so I couldn’t blame her. “I’ve never known anyone like you,” I admitted. “If I don’t get to taste you in the next minute, I think I might die.”

  Claire pretended to look very serious. “Well, as a medical professional, I certainly can’t let you die on my watch. That would violate the Hippocratic Oath.”

  A small smile slipped past her lips and she got up onto her toes, kissing me softly, almost shyly, like she couldn’t quite believe she was initiating this.

  I couldn’t quite believe this was happening, either. Even as the kiss deepened, even as we basically stumbled from my desk to my bedroom, even as I finally got her flat on the bed and spread her legs… it felt like this might be too good to be true. I could hardly stand how turned on I was, how much I wanted her. It had never been this intense with anyone before, never knocked me flat like this. I felt—not like a kid again, I was far too experienced in sex for that, but like I could turn on the radio and hear those songs about stars in your eyes and I’d actually understand what they meant.

  Claire dug her hands into the sheets on my bed as I kissed up her thighs, working her underwear down and off. It was ruined, absolutely soaked with her, and I was tempted to dangle it in front of her, to tease her with how much she wanted me, how obvious it was, but I didn’t want to go too far and embarrass her. She had opened herself up to me and trusted me so far, more than I had expected, she had flirted and kissed me and let me tease her, and I didn’t want to take advantage of that and push her too far.

  Besides, I was dying to get her to finally come. I was dying to taste her. I’d been joking about it, of course, but I really did feel like I could die, like I would die, if I didn’t get to do this.

  I kissed up her thighs, spreading her legs wider, and buried my nose into her folds, smelling her, tasting how slick she was. Claire cried out above me, her hands digging more into the sheets as she struggled to keep still.

  “You can hold onto me, baby,” I promised her. “It’s okay to touch me.”

  Claire whimpered and then one of her hands slid tentatively through my hair, like she was still unsure, worried that she might hurt me. I growled encouragingly and she tightened her hold, and I grinned against her skin. That’s it.

  I curled my tongue against her, licking into her but avoiding her clit, wanting to get her properly stretched and wet before I let her orgasm. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back once I got a proper taste of her, and I’d want to fuck her immediately—and there was no way I was going to risk hurting her because I was rushing to the finish line.

  Claire moaned as I continued to lick at her again and again until she was thrashing hard on the bed. I had to use my hands to pin her down by her hips, and I loved the shudder that she gave in response. “Do you like it when I pin you down, beautiful?” I asked, my voice rough.

  Claire bit her lip like she was nervous to admit it but nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

  I hummed in satisfaction, feeling my blood spike. God, I could barely wait to be inside her. I ducked my head back down, and this time I didn’t waste another second. I curled my tongue up and rubbed it along the underside of her clit. Claire shrieked my name, tugging at my hair, her other hand clawing the bedsheets. I kept licking and rubbing at her clit, sliding two fingers into her to make sure she was properly relaxed and open for my cock, and Claire wailed, crying out my name over and over. It was addicting. She wasn’t putting on a show, or trying to make me feel good, she was just so lost in the pleasure that she couldn’t help herself. The only thing she was thinking about in that moment was me. It was a head rush like nothing else.

  Finally, I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked, fluttering my tongue against it. Claire sounded like her scream had become strangled in the back of her throat as she went stiff, then gave a full-body shudder, coming into my mouth as she collapsed back, boneless, onto the bed.

  Holy fuck. That was nothing short of transcendent.

  14

 
Claire

  I could hear Alex chuckling in a proud sort of way as my chest heaved and I tried to get my bearings again. Oh, God, that had felt so good. My own hand or a vibrator couldn’t compare to Alex holding me down with his hands and licking at me like I was his favorite ice cream cone.

  Even now he was murmuring words of praise and encouragement as I came down from my high. That’s it baby, beautiful, you sounded amazing. I had never known before, when thinking about sex, that I would want to be praised like that, that I would want my partner to make sure I felt cherished, but here I was, wanting that. Loving it. Feeling warm inside because of it.

  Now that I could feel my limbs, though, I wasn’t ready to just stop here. Oh no. Getting eaten out was definitely amazing. I loved it. I wanted to do that again, and again, and again. The orgasm was all the better for the teasing that had come before. I’d been so on edge I’d thought I would actually die or something when I finally got to come, and I had never known ecstasy like that before. It was like tasting stars.

  But I didn’t want to end the night with just that. I wanted to go all the way. Part of my brain was trying to remind me that this was a bad idea but I couldn’t remember why, so I ignored that part. I wanted Alex, I wanted to finally have a sexual experience, and I was going to have both. Out of all the people that I could sleep with for my first time, I knew that Alex was the right choice, the choice that would make it worth it.

  I pulled him up to me, tugging at his shoulders, his hair, sliding my hands all over him. God, he was so fucking handsome. I had never met anyone who got my blood singing the way that he did, had never wanted to put my hands on someone’s body the way I did his, touching everywhere that I could reach, exploring the map of his frame.

  Alex kissed me a bit carefully, like he wasn’t sure how I would react. I pressed into him, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him back with everything that I had.

  That got him going. Alex growled, falling forward to pin me down onto the mattress, pulling away just enough so that he could yank down the naughty nurse dress to expose my breasts. I squeaked as my breasts, my nipples aching, were freed to the cool air of the apartment. Alex lightly twisted a nipple and I jerked, gasping as pleasure shot through me like lightning, the dirty-wrong-pain edge of it making the pleasure that much stronger.

  I helped him to undo his pants, but he left the rest of the costume on, and I liked it that way. I liked the thrill of us being mostly clothed, of his mask still on. It made it feel so naughty, like an illicit affair, like we really were two strangers who were meeting and having sex without a care to one another’s real identities, just two desperate bodies joining sensually in the night, caught up in the wild lust of the evening.

  Alex stroked himself a few times as I spread my legs, and I licked my lips. I’d never seen a cock this up close and personal before—well, so I had, but in medical school studying injuries and illnesses, not when I was aroused and with someone else who was aroused, not in a sexual context. It changed everything, made something that had once been just a body part fascinating and I had the urge to take his cock into my hand, no, my mouth, to lick and suck on it, to taste it the way that Alex had tasted me.

  Not right now, though—later. Right now, I wanted him inside me. I wanted his cock inside of me, splitting me wide, filling me. I was overcome by desire, practically shaking with it, and nothing else in the world seemed to matter.

  Alex began to guide himself in, and I tried to help him, but a bit of panic seized me. I wanted this, but I had also never done this before. The irrational fear gripped my heart that I wouldn’t be able to handle this, that it was too much, too big, and I would tear something.

  I tried to hold it in, not wanting to seem stupid and not wanting to ruin this intimate moment, but as Alex pushed in slowly, I couldn’t help a small instinctive whimper.

  He paused. “Claire, you okay?”

  I nodded. “I’m fine, sorry, I just need a second.”

  Alex braced one hand on the bed near my head and gently cupped my face with the other. “Hey, relax.” He brushed his fingers through my hair. “You’ve… never done this before, have you?”

  I could feel shame, of all things, creeping in. I had never before felt ashamed of not having sex. It just wasn’t something I was interested in, so why freak out about it? I understood how much emphasis our society put on sex but I had never let it bother me before. I had just kept doing my thing, focusing on my other priorities.

  But now, for the first time, I felt ashamed. I was upset, feeling young and naïve.

  Alex kissed me softly. “Hey, it’s all right. It just means we’re going to go a little slower.”

  He rolled his hips and I gasped. He wasn’t even inside of me all the way and I felt stretched too wide, like I couldn’t possibly take any more of this. Alex kissed slowly up and down my neck, petting me, tugging lightly on my hair, working his hips gently into me. Inch by inch, like the tide coming in, waiting for my body to get used to him before pressing further.

  This was a side to him that I hadn’t seen before, a side that blew me away. I had seen Alex be soft and paternal with Tabitha of course, but this was different. He didn’t just keep going, he made sure that I was truly relaxed, kissing me and touching me all over so that I was still filled with pleasure, not making any of it awkward, just extending our time together.

  I wrapped my legs around him, taking him deeper into me, gasping and arching as I felt him stretching me, filling me, even more than he had before. It was oddly intoxicating to feel so overwhelmed, to feel at his mercy, in a way—while trusting that he wouldn’t take advantage. Alex groaned, and I could feel him shaking with desire.

  “You’re killing me here, babe,” he growled, and I shivered, the sound filling me with heat. I was driving him wild like this. I was doing this to him, nobody else. It was like a drug. I wanted to do this to him again and again.

  At last, I felt him bottom out inside of me, his hips flush against mine, and I had to suppress a cry. God he just felt so big, and I felt so full. I wanted to squirm, to get him to move, just having him pressed against me like this with no movement was more of a tease than I’d anticipated.

  “Alex,” I whispered. “Alex, please, can you… I need you to move.”

  “Oh, you need me?” he teased. He rocked his hips, his cock sliding inside of me, and I cried out. Oh, God, yes, fuck yes, it felt good now—a little weird but even that was quickly fading away. I wanted him to keep doing that—no, to do it more, and more, to fuck into me until he could slide in without hesitation or thought and go as hard and fast as he wanted to.

  “Yes,” I confessed. I got my arms around him, my nails digging into his back. “Alex, please—please—”

  I had already come once, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted it again, I wanted him again, I wanted him to make me scream his name in abandon like he had just minutes ago…

  Alex thrust, this time with more force, and I shook all over. I loved it. It was like I was hooked up to electricity, filled with it, and I just couldn’t get enough. I clawed at Alex’s shoulders, trying to get him even closer. “More, more, please,” I begged. I didn’t even recognize this girl that was pleading and begging for him so loudly. It was like everything else about me was forgotten, there was just the need to chase that pleasure, that high.

  Every time I begged for more, Alex gave it to me. At first he was going deep, taking a slow steady pace, getting all the way into me until it felt like I could feel him in the back of my throat. But then, as it got easier for him, as my body loosened up and got even slicker with desire, he began to speed up. He stopped kissing me and braced himself up on the bed so that he could thrust harder, moving in and out of me slick and fast, rubbing up against my clit from the inside until I could only stare, my mouth open, watching his cock fuck me.

  It felt so good, so good, I’d had no idea it could feel like this. Touching myself, using a toy, that felt good but it wasn’t the same as having someone
else with me, having someone else touch me—it felt so much better. I was going wild, I felt like a completely different creature. I couldn’t stop whimpering and crying out, saying nonsense that I couldn’t even believe, babbling like an idiot.

  But Alex—Alex seemed to love it. The expression on his face as he fucked me was—it was like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Like I was so damn sexy he couldn’t believe it. “That’s it,” he kept saying, encouraging me. “That’s it, just like that, c’mon, let go for me baby.”

  I did, I didn’t even try to hold on. I could feel my orgasm building, behind my eyes, in my spine, and I could only writhe and let it take me. It was like everything in me was melting.

  “Fuck, fuck yes, so fucking gorgeous,” Alex moaned, and a few thrusts later I felt him coming too, hot inside me, painting me, marking me, and it was enough to give me another pulse of orgasm, knowing that I had made him feel that good, that I had done that to him.

  Alex kissed me all over as I started to come down from my high, gently stroking me, rubbing at my clit with his fingers to prolong my orgasm, until I was jerking with overstimulation and he pulled away.

  “You were so good,” he murmured, kissing me. “You were perfect. Holy fuck, you were perfect.”

  It warmed me to know that. He was so good to me, making sure that I didn’t feel like I was failing or inexperienced or naïve. I didn’t think I could’ve asked for a better first time.

  We lay there for a few minutes—perhaps even twenty, long enough for me to doze off, to get comfortable—and then I slowly came back to consciousness and realized what was happening.

  I was in my Halloween outfit, having just had a torrid round of sex with a man I had met at a party who was also the father of my patient.

  Oh my God!

  Reality crashed into me like a bucket of cold ice water. What had I done!? What—what—oh God this was such a mistake.

  I sat up, burying my face in my hands, rubbing at my eyes. Oh God, oh God, nobody could ever find out about this.