by K. L. Jessop
“You can do anything to any song.” There’s a sparkle in his eyes, a hint of naughtiness in his features.
“Well, not that. It feels a little… weird.” Purely because my experience of dancing to Christmas songs was with my grandpa.
“Oh, Tami, you really need to lighten up.”
I straighten my stance, and rest my hands on my hips with a cocked brow. “Are you mocking me, Noel?”
With a snigger, he steps toward me. I take one back each time he gets closer and instantly the mood has changed. His eyes darken with his prowl, and the kindle in my belly ignites as the air thickens with heat. Before I know it, I am backed up against the wall, his sculpted body a fraction from mine as he takes my arms and places them above my head. My breathing soars as does the pulse between my legs that’s been simmering for hours. His eyes are thick with desire as they fall onto my lips.
“Still think this is weird, Tami?” he whispers. The only way in which I can answer is with a shake of my head before his lips come down and steal my breath.
Noel.
Her arms are firmly against the wall as I snake my tongue into her mouth, my cock jumping to attention with the heat that floods my veins. I force my hips into her. She makes me ache, makes me crave, makes me crazy. Keeping her arms firmly upright with one hand, I push my thumb into her mouth. I groan as she sucks hard, gliding her wetness over the bone as I imagine my cock being in its place. “Fuck, Tamzin.”
Her eyes are heavy with lust, the pulse in the dip of her neck is prominent as I lower my head to suck her skin. She moans and jerks her hips, desperate in telling me what she wants—what she needs. I pop my thumb out her mouth to pull down her top that exposes the purple lace, feeling her in my hands and pulling her pebbled nipple between my teeth. My stomach squeezes as that little whimper hits my ear. “Noel?”
“Yes, Angel.”
“Can you fuck me now, please?”
I pull her vest top up over her head and lift her around my waist. Like an addiction, I press my lips to her defined collarbone that always draws me back. The deep contours and soft skin needs to be felt on my tongue as her body weakens under my grip. “Yes, I’ll fuck you now.” I take us to her bedroom. I could’ve had her against the wall or over the sofa but I want to take my time with her. I want her spread out and begging.
I throw her down on the mattress, pulling my shirt over my head and falling to claim her mouth. She’s too eager. Rising into me, she laces her fingers through my hair, as I work my mouth down her red-hot body. “I’ve wanted to claim you from the moment I saw you, Tamzin.” I pull off her jeans and purple panties to expose her bare pussy, an image I’ll never get tired of viewing. “The taste of you last night wasn’t enough for me.” I spread her wide. She’s beautifully pink and waiting to be claimed. “You’re going to remember who’s been inside you. I’m going to fuck you in every possible way.”
“Please,” she begs, her beautiful pants escaping from her throat.
“You’re going to cum so hard you’ll see stars.”
I kneel back and take her in. The sight of her laid bare and begging is almost enough to have me cumming in my jeans. I’m so hard. She’s hot, wet and sexy as fuck. Her smoky grey eyes hold mine as I run my thumb over her sodden sex. She cries out with a jerk and grips the sheets. I repeat my trace, wanting to give my full attention on her glistening arousal that’s pleading for my thickness.
I fight the urge not to bite her as I suck on her hip bone, marking her body as mine. Her breathing becomes more rapid when I run my tongue along the inside of her thigh, teasing and tantalising her. A woman’s arousal is the best scent any female could wear, and Tamzin’s is fucking flawless. “Is this what you want, Tami?”
“Please, Noel,” she begs.
“But I don’t think you’re ready, Angel.”
“I’ve been ready for you since yesterday!”
I ride my tongue hard along her sex as her cries fill the room. I’m persistent, licking and sucking the divine meal I’ll never tire of. I want her to cum hard in my mouth, trembling in a hot greedy mess as I drink every drop. I hold her down to fuck her entrance with my tongue as she withers. “Oh… oh god, Noel!” I knew it wouldn’t take her long. Her body shudders with her break, crying out for me as her sweet flavours coat my mouth.
I’m so hard it’s murderous. I rip off my jeans in lightning speed, tearing the condom from the packet to roll it on. “Come here,” she gasps, pulling on my biceps to kiss me hard. My body’s on fire; I’ve never wanted to be with a woman like I have Tamzin. There is something beautifully unavoidable about her. “I think you belong to the devil. That tongue of yours is something else.”
I flip her over onto her stomach and nudge her knees to part, trailing my tongue up the dip in her back. “You taste to damn good not to use it, Tami.”
“Oh god, I love it when you call me—” I don’t give her chance to finish as I plunge deep inside her, gripping her hands in the sheets with a cry. I hope to god I’ve not hurt her. I’m so overcome with everything that I don’t think I could stop now even if I tried.
“You ok?”
“Yes,” she gasps, “God… you feel so good.”
The feel of her takes my breath, for a second I don’t want to move. I slide into her again as her pretty silver-grey eyes catch mine. She feels incredible and my soul is wild as I rock us, stretching her soft with my hard. This woman is made for me. “You’re mine,” I growl. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours.”
I lift her hips and the change in position causes her to moan. I thrust harder. The harder I hit the more my body climbs with the sensation that overpowers me. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, my blood turns to fire.
Her muscles clench hard around me, coating my cock with her heat and drawing out everything I have as I take us both to climax. I fall onto her, entwining our fingers as our heavy breathing collides. She’s a beautiful dream. Consumed by her from the night she fell into my arms. And it is in this moment whilst still deep inside her that I know I’d need more than just a month.
Noel.
We lie in a satisfied silence, Tamzin’s body is curled against mine, her head resting on my chest as I dance my fingers over her hip. She’s warm against my skin and I can’t see us doing anything else other than staying here for the rest of the night.
“I think I might take down my tree tomorrow and re-decorate it.”
I tilt my head and frown. “Why?”
“Well if my reward for decorating is anything like just now then why wouldn’t I?” She laughs softly. “That was the best sex of my life.”
I give her ass a squeeze. “You don’t need to re-do anything to get fucked like that.” I know it won’t be long before we go again. “I’m proud of you, though.”
She lifts her head to meet my eyes. “For what? Surviving a beast like you?”
“No,” I chuckle. “Because I could see today was hard. You don’t have to say the words for me to not know.” She doesn’t answer but I know she’s thinking it over. Her instant change in attitude when she saw the box made me aware and feel so many things myself that I’ve not felt in so long, but I knew it was what she needed. Shutting away memories of her past won’t change the fact her grandparents are gone.
“Noel?” Her exhausted voice is faint.
“Yes, Angel?”
“Have you ever lost anyone?” My stomach drops with her question. I knew it would be a conversation we’d exchange with her seeing my tattoo on my back, but it still hits me hard. I clear my thought and rest my arm behind my head.
“My little brother, William. He got hit by a car when he was eight. His football rolled out into the road on the estate we grew up on as kids, the driver never stopped.”
Her arm that’s relaxed across my chest tightens around me. “I’m sorry. That couldn’t have been easy for you. For any of you.”
“I was so confused; I was only a boy myself. I still get confused at times even now. Question if
things had been different that day if he’d still be with us. But that’s something I’ll never know.”
“Did they ever find the driver?”
“Eventually. He got fourteen years but no amount of time served will bring Will back. We were so close in age it took a long time to get my head around it.”
“You must have been so scared,” she whispers.
I was. It hit our family so hard it almost tore us apart. For years’ life was a raw painful blur. My parents argued. My older brothers got into trouble at school while I cried myself to sleep each night because my best friend that slept on the bottom bunk had gone. I slept in his bed for weeks after, hoping that one night I’d wake up and he’d be stood asking what the fuck I was doing. “It’s never easy. You just learn to go with it. Cry it out, ride the storm and eventually move forward.”
Silence falls between us, my fingers still tracing her body. “What’s it like?” she asks tenderly. Confused I turn my head to find her watching me.
“What’s what like?”
“Grieving. What does it feel like?”
A frown pulls my brows as I study her eyes. They are genuine with her question, which only bewilders me more. “You don’t think you’ve grieved?”
She sits up suddenly, resting her cheek on her hugged knees and looks to me. Uncertainty coats her eyes “I don’t know. I mean yes I feel different because a huge part of my life has been taken which I’ll never get back, and I miss them more than words can say it’s just… I’m still waiting to feel something. What, I’m not sure, but I just feel like I’m constantly on this merry-go-round that I can’t seem to get off. I can’t explain it. When will I get off, Noel?”
“People grieve in different ways, Tamzin. Sometimes it’s right away, for others it takes longer. Unfortunately, you’ve just got to go with it. You won’t know until it happens.” I sit up beside her, brushing the hair from her shoulder. “Do you not think your issues with Christmas is to do with the grief?”
“Christmas is just a punishment I give myself.” Her eyes leave mine; her voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t think I deserve one if I can’t share it with them.”
“Come here.” She lifts her head and I cup her jaw, placing a kiss on her lips. My girl is clearly more troubled than what I thought and I suddenly have an urge to protect her from the world. I deepen our kiss, moving her back to the mattress to rest over her, wanting to end this raw conversation with a desire we both favour.
“What if I can’t handle it, Noel?” she whispers.
“Then I’ll catch you if you should fall.”
Tamzin.
“Are you ready?” Evie asks, springing her way up to my desk and stuffing her face with a mince pie. Work has been none stop today with clients and endless phone calls and the need for a hot bath and a glass of wine sounds like heaven. However, I have no idea why Evie is now perched on my desk, wrapped up in her winter coat and slouchy beanie hat.
“Ready for what?”
“Christmas shopping, the late nights start tonight remember?” She speaks as if I’ve been waiting for it all year.
“Oh Jesus, Evie, really? I’m not going shopping.” I whine, annoyed at the idea of scrapping over the last items on the shelves and bundling my way through the crowds when I’ve been on my feet since seven this morning. Not to mention the instant hot flushes you get that make you want to run for the hills and rip your clothes off. I swear sometimes my womanly hormones are older than my years.
“But you love shopping.”
“Yes, clothes and shoe shopping. Not toys and wrapping paper.” I close down my computer and file my notes in the cabinet. Suddenly my belly flip-flops with awareness and my eyes look up to find Noel heading towards us. It is as if my body knows of his presence before my eyes do. He stops to talk to Mr Thompson, shaking his hand and slapping each other on the back before he continues down the office floor, dominant and desirable. Moments of last night come to mind as my sex awakens with the need of him. I can still feel him inside me as I walk the office floor. A night of numerous orgasms and filthy words, ending where we slept in a peaceful sweaty slumber until dawn.
“Afternoon ladies.” He comes down and surprises me with a kiss. “Hi,” he whispers, giving me that sexy grin. “What are your plans for this evening? I could cook. Feed you and fill you.” He whispers the last part. My panties are no doubt ruined as my nerves respond with the idea, my lips tuck under my teeth as I run my fingers down his tie. He truly is a picture to look at. His hard jaw and sculpted cheekbones provide a maturity, not many men his age have. His fitted suit makes him sophisticated, and undeniably sexy. However, I also know what is underneath and I have to stop myself from ripping his clothes off to expose the hard lines and curves that have my hands and mouth too eager to control.
“Sounds perfect but Evie wants us to go shopping.” I roll my eyes. “Can we delay it a couple hours?”
“Of course,” His fingers trace circles up the inside of my thigh, my hand ready to halt him if he should get an inch closer. “Call me when you’re done and I’ll collect you. We can grab a takeout.” He moves his lips to my ear. “Try not to be too long, I’ve been wanting to hear you scream for hours.”
Jesus, he really needs to stop. At this rate, the only place I’ll be going is the dry cleaners. He kisses me again and says his goodbyes. Watching him leave without me stirs an unusual feeling inside. Evie is incredibly quiet. I have to stop the laugh once I see her jaw almost hitting the floor. “So if you didn’t fuck Santa the other night you definitely have now?”
“Maybe.” I grin.
“Tamzin King, you dirty girl. I wondered why you were unusually perky this morning.” She leans forward, checking that no one is around. “So just how big is Santa’s sack?”
My cheeks flush on a giggle. “One never divulges in one’s sexual encounters.” She rolls her eyes with a little wave as I add, “But it seems Santa’s sack is full of surprises and I’ve clearly been a very good girl.”
“I’m not jealous in the slightest,” she states, pulling her handbag over her shoulder while I button up my coat.
“Believe me, babe, you should be.”
“That good, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
She laughs, linking her arm in mine. “Does he have a brother?”
“Married.”
“Shit.”
Rush hour in London is never my favourite, that along with the unpleasant mixture of Christmas mayhem and the ice cold rain is enough to put any woman in a mood. The streets are a thick carpet of wrapped up bodies in winter clothing as fairy lights all shapes and sizes laminate above us to bring joy down on the city.
There is not a fragment of joy within my soul, and the only light of happiness I had throughout my day is quickly turning to a frustration of winter blues and sexual craving. And I swear to god if I hear the same Christmas song I heard six shops down I might just scream blue murder and punch the first person my fist comes into contact with.
Oxford street offers a haven for any woman with the love of fashion. From high-street to international brands this is my escape when reality gets tough. I’d spend hours’ walking the shop floors to find the items I wanted in my wardrobe, but like every year at this time, tonight I am not feeling the love. The last time I walked these streets at Christmas and felt something worthwhile was with my grandparents, each spending a separate night with me whilst I helped the other find the Christmas gift they wanted to buy their loved one. Grandpa was harder to buy for than Gran. He never ate much in the form of treats as he was diabetic and the garden items he always required wasn’t this end of the city. Gran, however, was done in seconds; her love of jewellery and perfume always helped Grandpa in getting the right item with the help of me.
“What are you getting your parents this year?” I ask Evie, trying to take my mind off things.
“Ugh, I’ve got no fucking idea.” She sighs. Her brown hair that falls from under her hat curls at the ends with the rain.
“I was thinking a food hamper.”
I chuckle. “Really? It’s that bad you have to result in a hamper?”
“Well, what else do you get a couple that has everything?” That’s true. I often had this trouble with my grandparents.
“What about theatre tickets?”
“Tamzin, have you not met my parents? My mum hates shit like that and my dad falls asleep before seven once he’s home from work. I’m surprised they're still together; her sex life has gone to the grave since he changed jobs.”
I wrinkle my nose and try to think of anything other than what I am thinking. “Thanks, now I’ve got an indecent image in my mind.”
“And you think I don’t? She asked me the other day if Ann Summers does a decent range of sex toys. I was nearly sick in my mouth.”
I throw my head back and laugh so hard. “I’d love to have seen your face.”
“I couldn’t look her in the eye for a week. I mean, Jesus, I don’t need to know shit like that. It’s enough to give anyone nightmares.”
“Well then buy her a decent vibrator and be done with it,” I joke.
She giggles. “Already have. I’ve even labelled it from dad.”
As we head into John Lewis, the heat from the store lights and thunders of people causes my neck too flush. I rip my scarf off for the eighth time this evening as we head for the home department. My shoes have now officially murdered my feet as I walk like a drunk turkey across the hard floor. Evie, however, has skipped over to her next gift she’s after. Her family’s like the Walton’s, everywhere you look you see another family member you didn’t even realise she had. All cramped into a small living from in Hackney just a few streets down from me.
Her parents have been married for over twenty years and have five children. Evie being the second too youngest. I’ve lost count on grandchildren as Evie’s sister in law Angie pops them out the cherries. Each year the shopping list doubles in names and stocking fillers.
