Her First Noel (Curves for Christmas Book 4)

by Dani Wyatt

  “God, Cole...”

  “It’s okay, sweet Candy Cane, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

  She trembles as I press my face to her wet warmth and take a long, slow lick through her drenched creases. She winces when my tongue finds her opening and a moment later a little spurt of her juices is released into my hungry mouth as I press inside, feeling her resistance still there, waiting for me.

  I imagine shoving my cock into that tight hole, and the idea nearly makes me cum again right then, but eating her is better than I could have imagined and I don’t want to ever stop.

  She’s watching me through narrow eyes as I work my tongue up and down, flicking and circling around her clit as my hand runs down to her calves, gripping them hard and pulling her impossibly wide to get at every sweet, silky inch of her.

  Her lush body trembles as I lick and suck, her sticky juices coating my mouth and face as her flavor burns through me, branding me forever with what I know to be mine and mine alone.

  A few minutes later, her hands come to my head, fingers holding onto my hair as her body stills and her hips pulse against my ravaging mouth.

  “God, Cole...oh my God...”

  That’s all she gets out before her body starts to shake, bucking as she screams, nearly shaking the very windows as I hold her in place, unrelenting, needing more.

  Another orgasm tears through her and as she shudders, the noises she’s making turning pained, and I reluctantly slow my movements. Kissing and licking her slowly, I gradually bring her back down, and look up to see shock in her eyes.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that...”

  “No? Good. Get used to it, because there’s about a million of those in your future. I’m not ready to stop. You don’t want more?”

  “I do... I want—” There’s the sound of a car horn and her eyes go wide.. “That’s my Dad’s text tone, I should see what he says.” Her voice is anxious and I relent.

  Reaching out, I pull myself up beside her on the sofa, holding her steady in my arms, her face flushed and her hair a sexy mess.

  “Where’s your phone?”

  “There.” She points to the kitchen counter where her purse rests. “It’s in the side pocket.”

  I wrestle my still hard cock into my pants and zip them up so they won’t fall around my ankles, then march over and grab her phone, bringing it back and handing it to her as I fall onto the sofa, pulling her onto my lap as I kiss her neck and chest, my hands on her tits, unable to get enough of her.

  “Shit.” There’s panic in her voice. “He’s coming down Charleston Avenue, asking if I need anything from the store. Said he’ll stop if I do, otherwise he’ll be here in five minutes. The guys all decided to stay together at the closest guy’s house. Oh God.”

  “It’s fine.” I run my hand down her hair. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll explain this isn’t just some guy groping his daughter. This is serious. He’s going to have to get used to it.”

  “No! He will be furious. You know how he is. It’s Christmas, Cole. I don’t want to lose him. I already lost one father... I can’t...” Tears fill her eyes and my heart clenches in my chest. “I can’t do this right now.”

  “I promise you baby, it will be okay. Just tell him you’re here, that I’m still here with you, and you’ll see him in a few minutes. Let’s get you dressed though, some things a father does not need to see.”

  Her eyes widen in a question, then she calms, looking down at her phone as her fingers move on the screen. A minute later she looks up at me, pinching her lips together in a wry smile.

  “What?”

  She turns the phone around, and I read the words on the screen. My head tells me one thing but my heart and my cock tell me another.

  “I don’t like you lying.” I manage as she brings her lips to my neck and starts kissing me. After that, my mind goes blank. My will evaporates as she runs her tongue around my ear and reaches out to take one of my hands, pressing it between her legs. I let out a long, painful groan, and know I can’t resist. “We better get dressed then. I can see now, you’re going to be the death of me, Candy Cane.”

  Six

  Holly

  COLE IS STILL HOLDING my hand as we pull down his long driveway.

  “Wow. You go all out.”

  The white twinkling lights on the pine trees that line the drive are stunning, and I see the house in the distance, also decorated and twinkling as the snow starts to fall. I can scarcely believe just how many lights there must be out here.

  “I love Christmas. I love it even more now that I get to spend it with you.” He squeezes my hand. “Even though you were a naughty girl with what you did back there, with your text to your dad. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

  I shrug as the car slows around the circular drive, and I take in the magnificence of Cole’s house. My dad mentioned when he was having it built a few years ago, but nothing prepared me for the reality. It’s sort of a Frank Lloyd Wright style sprawling ranch, with warm wood and an elegant balance between modern and traditional.

  There’s an enormous Christmas tree in the front window, with colored lights and sparkling decorations, and a truly comfortable, happy feeling starts in my chest and radiates outward.

  This is what I’ve always imagined Christmas to be.

  It has always been the holiday I romanticized. Over the years, it’s had its ups and downs, but I never quite got the ideal holiday I’ve played over and over in my mind. But looking at Cole’s house now, there’s a flash of Christmas morning. The two of us, both wrapped in robes, mugs of coffee in our hands as we pass each other all the special gifts we’ve gathered and made. It’s the perfect scene, and I’m still imagining it when he stops the car and pulls my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles bringing my attention back to him.

  My tummy flutters, still not believing the object of my dreams all these years is here with me now, and if what I think is about to happen happens, it will be the best Christmas present ever.

  “Holly.” His voice is sterner. “I get that you didn’t want to deal with this tonight with your Dad, but lying is not the way to handle things. Telling him your mom needed you and I dropped you there just makes it harder when it comes time to tell him the truth. He might take it badly when we tell him the deal between us, but it’s harder to rebuild trust after lying. So, from here on out, no lies, okay? I’ll protect you. I’ll take care of you. You have to trust me.”

  I nod and he nods back.

  “Okay, that’s settled and in the past. We have a future to get to.”

  He shoots me that masculine, dazzling smile, and gets out of the car, coming around to open my door.

  As I take his hand, the cool night makes me shiver even as heat is gathering between my legs. I still feel the aftereffects of his mouth there, and the magic it created. Just thinking of it has me on the edge of another orgasm and I have to tighten my inner muscles to stave off the little yelp that gathers in my throat.

  He lowers a hand to the center of my back and I feel the possessiveness in his touch. No one is around but it feels like he’s protecting me from any danger that could be lurking. We walk together up the few steps to the massive wooden front door where he punches a code into the lock and it clicks open, then his hand moves to mine and he pulls me inside, closing the door with a thick hard thunk behind me.

  Inside, he takes my coat and my purse and sets them on a side table in the foyer. There’s warm, understated hardwood and modern art on display everywhere, but the house is full on Christmas, and Cole watches as I turn left and right, taking in every decoration, every scrap of tinsel and every light.

  “I never had Christmas growing up,” he says as he takes my hand again. He leads me through a great room with soaring ceilings and a wall of windows that overlook a sprawling backyard, twinkling with lights on every tree. “I don’t know if your father ever told you about anything about me?”

  “A little. Just that you guys met on a job when you we
re just starting out.”

  “Yeah, I was just out of prison. I didn’t make great choices when I was younger. Robbed a liquor store to try to pay the rent for my mother, who drank most of her monthly government check. Anyway, I did six months and vowed when I got out things would be different. While I was inside, they put me on this construction rehabilitation program. I took out my anger with the hammer instead of my fists. A few years after I got out, I was working on this apartment complex they were building and your dad was there too. From there, it’s history. We became friends, started Remington with a few thousand we scraped together and now here we are. A decade later and I don’t have to worry about the rent getting paid.”

  “Where’s your mom?”

  He tips his head back and forth. “I took care of her for years after I got out. Once things took off with the business I got her a place, tried to get her help. She didn’t change much, and I decided it wasn’t my job to change her, so I did what I could. She passed away from cancer about seven years ago.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  He shrugs. “Thanks. It was her life. She chose to live it the way she did. I just choose differently.”

  He spins me around, putting his hands on my hips, and I swallow at the way his gaze turns dark.

  “Are you sure about all this?” I bite into my bottom lip, feeling his hands on my wide hips. “I mean, you could have anyone. Amanda might not be your thing, but there are swimsuit models, ballerinas, the daughters of billionai—”

  He cuts me off with shake of his head and a snarl. “I don’t want them. I want you.” His eyes narrow. “And what’s the deal with you and Amanda? I thought you were friends, but you both act like it’s pistols at dawn or something.”

  “Did she tell you we were friends?” I can barely believe what I’m hearing.

  He shakes his head. “Your dad thought...”

  “He’s heard that from my mom. She got it into her head after Amanda moved in across the street from her that...” I sigh. “Amanda is not my friend. When my dad moved me and my mom out here, I started at the best school he could get me into. I thought it was going to be amazing, but being the new girl sucked. Amanda was already popular, even back then, all the boys wanted her and that made all the girls want to be her friend. I didn’t care about any of that. Boys, I mean. I think she resented that I didn’t hang on her every word, and that’s why she started being mean. Or, she’s just mean.”

  “I’m so sorry, baby. She’s nothing compared to you.”

  I meet his eyes. I want him, I want to believe, but it all still feels unreal. He’s not someone I thought would ever look at a voluptuous geeky girl like me. He looks more like the type that would have ten Amanda’s on call at any time, day or night. She’s a Barbie Doll and I’m a Cabbage Patch Kid.

  “She called me fat every day at school.” I tug at the buttons on my hastily donned sweater.

  “Baby, you’re perfect, and the outfit you’re wearing looks amazing. You’re hot. She’s not. When you walked in tonight, I had to keep an eye on every other swinging dick in that restaurant, just to make sure they weren’t eyeing what was mine.”

  “Really?” I laugh. “You were jealous?”

  “Fucking right, I was jealous. Amanda doesn’t even register on my radar. No other girl does. I want you and only you, and if any other fucker ever came for you I’d...” He growls and takes a breath, and I hear the truth in his words. He’d fight for me. Oh. My. God. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life than I am about this.” His words are solid, like tree trunks with roots deep in the earth, and the intensity in his eyes makes me quiver down to my bones.

  “What does it all mean though? I mean, like, we’re going to date?”

  He makes a choking sound and I nervously shift my eyes, unsure of so many things.

  “Date?” He starts, his eyebrows drawing up. “Sure, we’re going to date, as in I’m going to take you out. I’m going to treat you like the precious, priceless gift you are. But, no, we aren’t just dating. You’re mine. You’ve been mine for years. I just tried to hide it. Trust me, if I got wind from your father that you were seeing someone, or interested in someone?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Candy Cane, I would have had to end that shit. I tried to give it time. I knew someday we would be here. I just know it’s going to be a bumpy road with your father, but I’ll handle that.”

  “But truth is we barely know each other.”

  He takes my hand and puts it on his chest, then his falls over mine. “Really? We barely know each other? Tell me you don’t feel what I feel right now.”

  “What do you feel?”

  He leans down, warm breath at my ear. “I feel forever.”

  His hands wrap around my waist until they slide down and grip my rear end, pulling me into him so I can feel the hard length there.

  “You feel what you do to me? No one’s ever made me feel like this. I want to be connected to you in every way. Every day. Until time ends. That’s how I feel, as dumb as it may sound.”

  He kisses me, softly at first, and my whole body tingles as I feel the connection buzzing between us. I see things in the future, here at this house. Both of us laughing and cooking and fucking and...I see children. Our children.

  Wow, that’s some kind of kiss.

  I bring my hands to the sides of his neck, his pulse thrumming under my fingers, the rough textures of the scruff along his jaw and this moment would put a Hallmark Christmas movie to shame.

  Sliding one hand down between us, I rub the length of his cock beneath his trousers, listening to the low rumble that comes from his chest as I do.

  “God damn, Holly.” He rests his forehead on mine. “If your hand feels this good, what’s that sweet mouth of yours going to do to me? Or that tight little virgin cunt? You own my cock already, baby. Now, let’s get those cherry lips wrapped around it and see what sort of holiday magic that mouth has in store.”

  With that, I’m eagerly dropping to my knees, wondering how I’m going to fit his massive cock in my mouth, but I’m drooling to try. His belt buckle clinks and he drops his black trousers, his erection springing out, practically giving me a black eye.

  “Settle down there, big guy.” I giggle as I wrap one hand around the meaty shaft and bring my other to feel the weight of his balls, gently massaging the orbs I feel under the textured skin which seems to move in my palm.

  “Get your mouth on it, Candy Cane. I’ve waited so long, I’m impatient. And demanding.” Cole’s voice is sharp, but I love the dominance in his words. He knows what he wants and has no shame in taking it.

  My eyes take in the swollen helmet which is already dripping clear liquid. I feel the pulsing of the thick vein that runs under the shaft as I run my hand up and down before leaning in and lapping at the creamy droplets. Then I run my tongue around the edge of the head, listening to Cole’s growling from above.

  “Unbutton your sweater. Take it off. I want to see those big tits again. I want them to bounce when I fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

  I do as he says, his filthy words pushing me on. With one hand on his shaft, my tongue lapping at the head and making a slow trail down the underside, I use my free hand to multi-task the buttons on my sweater.

  I’m already braless and panty-less. I shoved both in my purse when we were rushing to get out of my dad’s house. So, once the first four buttons are open, my boobs are out and my nipples turn to hard peaks.

  I try to look up as I take the head of his cock between my lips, and I see the intensity with which he’s watching.

  He reaches down and grabs the base of his cock as he barks orders. “Look at me. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

  I do as he asks and he slaps his cock on my open mouth, smacking it over and over on my tongue until my eyes begin to water.

  “Know this, Holly. You will worship this cock. That is your responsibility from now on. You will take care of it. You understand?”

  I nod as he
slaps it against my cheek, then the other, then all over my face and back to my tongue as drool starts to drip from my bottom lip and I feel the drops slick on my exposed chest.

  For being such an innocent, all of a sudden, I want it all. Hard. Fast. I want to give him whatever he needs. I want more of whatever this is.

  His other hand comes down and gathers my hair into his fist, holding my head tight and under his utter control.

  “Good girl. I want you to know who you belong to. My scent will be on you from now on. Now, get ready, my cock is going down that throat.”

  He brings the head to my tongue and glides it forward as my lips stretch around the girth. His hand is in my hair, pulling at the roots, but the pain is something extraordinary. It focuses me on him and the task at hand, making me ready and willing even as the first inches of his monster cock trigger my gag reflex and he pulls back, letting me have a moment.

  He tilts my head back. “Look at me, Holly.” His voice is smooth and deep, reassuring. “I’m going to take care of you, remember? That means in every way. Trust me, breathe and relax.”

  I do as he says, relaxing and letting him take over. The head hits the back of my throat this time, but I don’t panic, trusting that he knows what’s best. It hurts, like there’s a wall there and I can’t let it pass, but when I hear his voice again, guiding me, I simply wait and follow.

  “Swallow baby. Again, swallow.”

  I do as he asks and I feel him slip past that hard part of my throat, and his noises tell me how good it must feel for him.

  “Jesus, Holly. Your mouth is heaven.” He starts to rock back and forth, slowly, and I have to say there’s a sense of pride that I’m able to take what he’s giving, gagging here and there but not wanting him to stop.

  I never thought much about having a dick in my mouth, but now that Cole’s is here?

  God, I’m so turned on I’m close to cumming without even touching myself.

  His hand in my hair holds me steady, as his other drops to the base of my jaw and he applies gentle pressure, growling as his thrusts come faster.