12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2020

by Megan McCoy

  If she were to shift an inch over, she would have bumped up against an extremely hard testament to how much he desired her.

  Don’t do it, his mind warned.

  No matter what he told himself, he knew he would answer her request. However, it would be done in a different way than she probably thought it would happen. “It’s a kiss you want, darlin’?”

  She licked her lips. “Ye-es.”

  He let a slow smile draw his lips out, at the honesty of her words. “Then kiss me.”

  Rachel tensed, her back straightened, her eyes stretched wide in her shock. “What?”

  “I know you heard me, sweetheart. If you want a kiss from a man, take it.” His fingers flexed on her small waist, not to force her to do it, just holding firmly.

  Her small breasts began to rise and fall with her increased breathing. The silence grew between them and he thought that she wasn’t going to do it, that maybe she would just rise and tell him to leave. He should leave.

  However, she surprised him, and maybe herself when, she leaned in so quick her lips bumped into his mouth instead of the actual way a kiss happens by setting them against his.

  He remained still. He didn’t move. If she pulled away and ended it, fine, he wouldn’t pursue it further.

  Rachel didn’t back away, she just let her lips sit there for a moment with her eyes closed. She moved her lips from left to right with a peck here and there.

  Even without finesse, he still enjoyed the feel of her mouth.

  After a hard exhale, she pulled away. “Please… Lyle, help me.”

  Answering her plea, he didn’t hesitate or convince himself not to touch her, he slipped one of his hands up her back slowly until he reached the back of her neck. Under her hair, he stroked along the base of her scalp coaxing her to relax. When she settled her breasts against his chest, he groaned. He tilted his head to slant his lips over hers, then claimed her mouth. He didn’t tease her with a coy kiss, no, he took her mouth as he had fantasized about night after night.

  She gasped as he nipped at the corners of her mouth. Once her lips parted, he held her in place as he slipped his tongue inside. She smelled and tasted of honey, and he wondered if she’d sipped some in the kitchen while she dried her lovely body after her bath. Dipping in further, he tasted more of her sweetness. The taste sparked his lust and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to drizzle honey all over her body and lick every drop of the sticky substance off her. He groaned at the image filling his mind.

  Rachel’s moan was soft, short, she made a small flexing movement under his lips.

  He pulled back just enough to whisper encouragement. “Yes, darlin’ come out and play.”

  Learning fast, when he covered her mouth again, she met his tongue with hers, dragging it across and around just the tip. He thought about her delicate, soft tongue circling around another tip of his, and he had both his hands palming the back of her head as he took the kiss deeper. She was a novice, unfamiliar with such a level of intimacy and he told himself he should tread lightly, take it easy with her, but his passion was raging inside of him. There had been too many nights he wondered about her taste and it was making him a mad man. One moment he was drawing her tongue into his mouth, suckling it and the next he was driving deep into her mouth and making her take every inch of him.

  Rachel didn’t balk from his aggression, she melted under it. Her hands were on his chest, not shoving him away, as she should be, giving him a signal to stop, so that he could set her away from him and leave. Plow out the door and into the cold with no jacket or hat and let the snow and wind take him, as that was the only way he would be able to bank the fires blazing low in his gut. However, he would take what she was offering. Hell, she’d been through so much violence tonight, he was an ass to even be kissing her. He should have told her no way, or at least not tonight, then thanked her kindly for the warmth and stomach filling and left.

  But she had needed him, needed this, he’d seen it in her eyes, and heard it in her request. Whatever Rachel needed, he could not deny her.

  She was squirming her sweet ass on his thighs in a thrusting rhythm that matched the actions of his tongue. Her hands were on his chest, running up and down his shirt from his shoulders to his abs and low abdomen, as she stroked and squeezed.

  Stop, his mind warned.

  Lower, his dick begged.

  Knowing what the right thing to do was, he fisted his hands in the dry, silky tresses that glided over his skin. He gave her a gentle tug, as he pulled his mouth away. “Sweet Rachel, we need to stop.”

  He felt pain in his body saying those words, however, he knew he had to end this before this train of lust jumped the track.

  The fire crackled as she closed her swollen, wet, red lips and opened her eyes slowly. Her striking gaze was glazed with unrequited passion as she stared into his eyes. “Lyle… it was… was…”

  “Too much. I know.” He dropped his hands to his side, much as he’d do after encountering a hot poker, that’s what Rachel was, someone he should not touch. He hadn’t declared himself yet so he should keep his hands off her.

  Her tongue came out, pink and wet, as she licked her lips in a way that made him think she was tasting what was left of their kiss, tasting him. He about lost it, he was two breaths away from kissing her again and giving her a sample of him directly from the source. Gripping her hips, which he’d seen were wider than he would have assumed on such a slight body, he planned to set her way from him.

  “Not enough.”

  His hands flexed into the flesh of her hips. He could not have heard her right. It was his own nefarious voice planning in his ears. “What did you say?”

  The movement of her throat captivated him as she swallowed, then spoke. “It was not enough. Lyle, I want to experience more.”

  He shook his head. “Darlin’. Sweet darlin’ Rachel…” He shook his head with more vigor. “No. You don’t know what you’re askin’ for. How you’re temptin’ a rattler to strike.”

  Because the snake rising high in his britches wanted to do just that, strike into the mark that would bring them both the ultimate pleasure. This time he did set her away from him. When she was on her feet, he got up from the chair and started away from her.

  “I’m not a child, Lyle.” She clasped his arm, her finger grasping his forearm as she kept him from going more than a step away.

  “You may not be a youngin’, but you’re inexperienced and don’t know the damage you’ll cause. Your innocence would be gone.”

  Like a skilled fisherman, she reeled him in as her hand moved up to his elbow then his bicep, her grip tight. She looked from his mouth to his eyes. “I’m twenty-two, what am I savin’ it for? A man who may never come a callin’?”

  I’m here, he wanted to say.

  “What if those men had succeeded in their plans with my body? What I be less worthy to be a wife?”

  Fuck, she had a point. “Well, they didn’t,” he argued back, still trying to keep them both on the right path.

  “It’s doubtful, at my age, that my husband will be expectin’ a doe-eyed girl, but rather, instead, a woman. I want you to make me a woman, Lyle Joseph.” She let go of his arm, then moved her hands to the collar of her dress and started on the buttons. Releasing them one at a time, baring a sliver of the bare skin beneath to his sight.

  Shit. Dammit. He could hear every warning and denial he would offer land in the fireplace, burn away, and float up the chimney with the smoke.

  “I want your touch to remove every one of theirs.” They both knew who ‘they’ were. She undid the last button below her abdomen then slipped her hands up to part the garment, widening it. All the bare skin between her neck and navel held an amber glow from the flames in the hearth.

  Her breasts were still covered, but the view of the valley between them made his throat parched. He had to swallow twice to moisten it, but he didn’t take his gaze off her. He was a starving man, and Rachel Morrison was the meal he wan
ted.

  “Give me a new memory of the night.” At her collarbone, she pulled and opened the material all the way, baring herself to him, first the top half, then the rest, as she shoved at the bodice gathered at her hips. The dress drifted to the wood floor and pooled around her slim ankles.

  He didn’t gasp. He didn’t groan. He didn’t think. He didn’t breathe. The only thing he did was allow his gaze to glide up her shins, something he had never given much thought to on a woman, but on Rachel the slim lower limbs stirred his lust. He went beyond her round knees and up her thighs where he saw just a hint of the fire light there, the flames licking between where he wanted to lick. The triangle thatch of hair covering her pussy was as dark as the silky waves covering her head.

  Lyle knew if he touched her there, she’d be wet, he could smell the potent scent of her musk mingled in the warmth of the fire’s heat. He continued up and noticed the narrowness of her waist and the sexy dip of her navel. When he traveled up along her ribs, he saw them, they were so prominent that she appeared emaciated, as if she didn’t eat well. Mr. Reynolds was a good employer; he, like Rand, believed in a fair wage for work. Also, the remainder of the meal he’d consumed was hearty, and stuck to the ribs. No, he knew that her petite stature was simple genetics. Her sister Vera, who worked at Mrs. Livingston’s Boarding House, was small-framed as well.

  He shoved thoughts of all others out of his mind as he beheld the glory of her breasts. The small round buds were more teardrop than pear-shaped as he’d originally thought. They were more than a mouthful, swelling more at the bottom than all over. It was the dusty rose color of her nipples that had his mouth watering for a taste. Her nipples were distinct points, taut even in the heat of the fire at her back, beckoning him to her.

  Still not moving, he met her gaze. “Are you sure, Rachel? Because once I touch you, I’ll have you this night.”

  “Can I have you too?” she asked instead.

  “Oh, darlin’, you’re going to get so much of me, you’ll be screamin’ for me not to stop.”

  Her eyes flashed bright as she giggled and placed a hand on her belly, as if his words had brought her joy. “Touch me, Lyle.”

  “Come here, sweetheart.” He beckoned her with a finger. Just like with the kiss, he was going to allow her to make the first move.

  Taking a moment to step out her dress, soon her bare feet made hasty pattering sounds against the floor as she rushed over to him.

  When she was within reach, he gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Their kiss before had been passionate, but this time he didn’t hold back. He claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, driving deep, hard until she was moaning and shifting her hips against him again. He groaned, and continued to ply her mouth, as he lowered his hand to her delectable ass. Cupping the two halves in his hands, he remembered how they’d felt under his palms. How red they had turned. He couldn’t wait to see them, kiss them. For now, he just gripped them and used his hold to anchor her to him.

  His cock was iron hard as he ground it against her sex, giving her a taste of what she would soon get. He wasn’t a small man, and he knew he’d have to get her well and truly ready for him before he could bury himself inside her.

  She whimpered and gripped the back of his neck. The sound was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. He wanted to hear more and make her cry out in ecstasy. Ending the kiss only long enough to scoop her up behind the knees, he carried her into the room he’d seen her go into earlier. The firelight provided just enough light for him to make out the bed and not take out his kneecaps.

  He leaned down and placed her in the center of the bed. “Wait here. I need to get the lamp.”

  “Do we need the light?”

  “Oh, yes. I want to see every part of you.”

  “Oh… all right.” Her voice gave hints that she fully didn’t comprehend everything that involved a man and woman coming together.

  She’d know soon enough. Once he had the lamp, he’d set his gaze on the one place on her body still hidden from his sight. He couldn’t wait to see and taste her there.

  Chapter 5

  She’s beautiful. His heart gave a start. When he returned from the kitchen with the lamp, he set it down on the nightstand. He didn’t take in the sight of anything else in the room but her. If anyone were ever to ask him to describe it, he would honestly state there was a bed and a breathtaking vision in the center of it. She had pulled a sheet over her body and was now sitting up in bed with her lovely ebony hair around her in waves. Her swollen lips curled up into a sweet smile as he entered again. If he had thought she would have had a change of mind in his absence, it had not been the case. Rachel was not falling into his arms because of a moment of passion to heal what had been inflicted on her, she was making a conscious decision to lay with him. That did something inside of him, touched a deep part of him he’d shoved down and away from her for so many years, while he tried to make something of himself. He had not allowed himself to really hope that Rachel would want him, he’d just believe that if someone else had not married her, he’d have a chance to woo her to him. Now, as she smiled, and her eyes lit up at his presence he wondered if it had it been his stupidity that had kept them apart for so long. Maybe she would have wanted to be with him even when he had nothing to offer her, that they could have worked together to achieve a goal.

  As he started unbuttoning his shirt, he told himself this was not the time, tonight he’d give her the passion she requested and tomorrow he would make a firm plan where Rachel was concerned.

  Her eyes tracked his movements, and he noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest behind the thin covering. “Lower the sheet, darlin’. I want to see your breasts.”

  With the same boldness as she’d shown when she’d undressed, she dragged the sheet down until her small, lovely breasts were revealed.

  His erection hadn’t decreased since he’d left to get the lamp from the kitchen table, and now it grew harder as he saw her in the bright light. The fire light had been enticing as it gave her skin an amber glow, but it had also created shadow here and there along her body and now it was as if he was seeing her anew. He tossed the shirt to the floor, then toed out of his boots. He reached for his belt next.

  “May I touch you?” Her voice sounded low, but he could hear the notes of wonder in it.

  “Absolutely.” His dick jerked and he knew the part of his body that seemed to have a mind of its own, was hoping she meant it. However, he’d only released the buckle and she hadn’t seen his length in his pants. He moved to the bed and sat down beside her.

  As soon as he was there, she placed her hands on his forearms. Her hands were delicate, smooth like a whore who used various oils and emollients to keep her hands soft, but Rachel’s showed the evidence of her work. They weren’t rough like a man’s hands, like his, but there was both strength and gentleness in her touch. The feel of them gliding up his arms to his shoulders gave him pleasure.

  When she was his, he’d buy her balms for her hands. Not because he needed them to be soft, but because every night he’d rub them down to show her that he cared for every cut, tear, and callus that happened to her skin, his care would care for her.

  At his shoulders, she squeezed the muscles there. “You’re so big, so firm.”

  He groaned. He knew she was talking about his upper body, but his lower body took in her words and wanted him to reveal just how big and firm he was beneath his britches. Instead he lifted his hands and traced the same path along her body, with light touches. “And you’re small and soft.”

  She giggled at his comment. “I guess it’s the difference that makes this nice.”

  “Oh, yeah. In a lot of ways.” When he slid inside of her soon, he’d be praisin’ the creator that they were different in all the right places.

  She continued her journey as she dragged her nails through the darker hair that covered his chest. The hair on his head was a dirty blond, but his everywhere else his hair was darker.

  “I
like that you have hair here. It makes me want to lay on it, know how it feels against my cheek.” She looked up at him. “Is that stupid? I mean, we’re supposed to be…”

  There was anxiety in her voice, and he didn’t want it there. Rachel had been bold about what she wanted, and he didn’t allow her to start doubting herself now. “Nothing between a man and a woman that they agree upon in bed is stupid.” He turned his body, so he was no longer facing her and the head of the bed. Instead, he shifted and took up the space beside her. “Come here, sweet Rachel.”

  Grinning, she fell into her open arms and curled her body against his. She settled her cheek on his chest and sighed. Her fingers began to stroke through the hairs once again.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Better than I could have imagined. And you smell really nice. Like outside, but not like the animals do, but its strong and makes my head feel a little dizzy.”

  “Smelling you makes me lightheaded.” Mostly, because all the blood rushed to his dick when he was around her. “You smell like flowers and your kisses taste like honey.” He pulled her up so that he could kiss her again.

  As he kissed her, rebuilding the intensity of desire as they’d had before, he drew her body over his. With one hand he held the back of her head and the other he splayed along her back. Holding her in place as he entered her mouth, he began to shift his back on the bed below her so that the hair on his chest would brush her nipples.

  She gasped and he deepened the kiss. He didn’t let up either thing he was doing, he wanted her to feel the different ways she could be pleasured.

  When she started to mimic his movements and was grazing her tight peaks against him on her own, he glided the hand from her back down. His fingers tips caressed along her spine until it reached the slope of her ass. He cupped her backside, palming and squeezing her as he arched up to her sex. In this position, she was pressed against him just right. When he did it again, this time grinding his hard cock right at the spot between her thighs he knew would give her shocking joy, she whimpered and tried to pull her mouth away.