One Night at Christmas

by Tressie Lockwood

  “Don’t be nervous. We’ll talk a little.”

  She suppressed a moan. Talking—that was all they had done for two years. This trip was about getting physical, and they only had tonight. She had to make herself move past the initial act and then enjoy herself to the fullest. Her knees knocked no matter how much of a pep talk she gave herself.

  “Char.”

  She frowned at the door. “I’m going to kill you, Bryson.”

  “You have to come out here to do that.”

  She opened the door while he continued to tease her, but as soon as he saw her in her bra and panties, his words died away. She clamped down on the inside of her cheek and refused to look away. If she caught even a hint of displeasure from him, she was out of there. It would give her a good excuse to run.

  “Oh, God, Charon.”

  Her mouth went dry. “What?”

  He tugged at the front of his jeans, which he hadn’t removed yet. She couldn’t miss the tent there and then began to wonder just how big he was given his body size. Just because a man was tall didn’t mean he was hung. She’d learned that from a past lover. Not that she needed Bryson to have a huge dick.

  He shoved both hands into his hair and stumbled back a step. “I’m having a real hard time not touching you. I knew you were beautiful, but wow, your body is… I’m about to explode.”

  She grinned and sashayed by him. “Good.”

  At the side of the bed, she put one knee up. Bryson moved behind her and dropped his hands onto her shoulders. She almost lost it when the heat from his body warmed hers. He stepped closer, and her skin tingled. She felt his thigh brushing her ass. Her phone rang, and they looked over at it on the bedside table. Morris was calling.

  Bryson squeezed her shoulders. “I feel bad for him. Did you tell him you were coming here?”

  “Of course not. We’re not together. You know that.”

  He turned her to face him and raised her chin. “I know, but there’s no way he’s stopped caring about you.”

  “Are you trying to make me feel guilty?”

  He planted a featherlight kiss on her lips. “No, I want to know that you’re sure and that this is what you want. I don’t want to think you’re doing it only because I want it. I refuse to influence you in a bad way.”

  “You’re not.”

  He couldn’t get any sweeter. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away.

  “I want this. When you get married, I’m not going to be your secret friend anymore.”

  “I definitely don’t want that.”

  “We agreed, Bryson.”

  “We didn’t, but I respect your decision.” He reached over to grab the phone and put it in her hands. “Mind not answering? Just for tonight?”

  She agreed because this experience was for the two of them. If she could convince herself that this was a final goodbye to Bryson, then she could move on. Maybe what feelings she had for Morris would develop into the emotions a wife has for her husband. If not, then at least she was free to walk forward.

  She silenced the phone, tossed it aside, and then reached for the straps of her bra. He covered her hands with his, stilling them. A gentle kiss on her shoulder sent chills racing up her spine. He brushed his fingers over her skin, and she trembled. His warm breath stirred sensations in her belly. She tilted her head to the side when he began tracing tiny kisses along her neck.

  “Bryson.”

  She breathed his name on a pant because he excited her with just a touch. His fingers tangled in the straps of her bra, and he dragged one off her shoulder. She gulped, trying to calm down. Looking into his eyes increased her fear and then melted all resistance. He covered her mouth with a kiss that burned her alive.

  Gently he prodded with his tongue, and she opened to let him in. Tongue-kissing—she was tongue-kissing Bryson, the man she loved with all her being. She arched toward him, and he knelt on the bed and ran a hand along her back. While they continued to kiss each other hungrily, he pulled the bra strap lower. Her breast popped free, and he drew back to get a look.

  “Your breasts are amazing,” he moaned. “So soft.”

  She shut her eyes, enjoying his touch. A tiny pinch of her nipple stung, but they were always sensitive when she was turned on. Bryson leaned down to run his tongue in a circle around the exposed nipple. She tried to watch in fascination, but the pleasure got too good not to shut her eyes again and just feel.

  He moaned and took the stiff peak into his mouth. A gentle suck had her whimpering, and she sank backward onto the bed. He followed her down. She squirmed with her desire rising by the second. He leaned an elbow beside her and slung a heavy thigh over hers. She felt trapped but welcomed it. Running her hand up his arm, she moved to his hair and tangled fingers into it. How many times had she seen it wet from a shower and wondered what it would be like to touch it? Now she did, and it brought the satisfaction she hoped for.

  After playing with her breast for a while, Bryson raised his head and flattened a hand on her belly. His fingertips slipped just inside the band of her panties.

  He paused. “Do you have protection?”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He nodded. “We should discuss me wearing a glove. I swear I’m clean.”

  “So am I.” She had been tested not long ago, but she was intimate with Morris since then. If she were smart, she would insist he wear a condom. She didn’t want to, and she should be ashamed of the fact. A desire to be as close to Bryson as possible was too strong a temptation.

  Be smart, Charon.

  He gazed into her eyes and flashed that smile she saw so little—the nervous one. “I…uh…I have something else to tell you.”

  Her belly cramped. “What?”

  He rolled away, and she could have wept with disappointment. Sitting on the side of the bed, he kept his back to her and ran hands through his hair. She leaned up to an elbow, wondering what he needed to tell her.

  “I’m not going to say it.”

  “You damn well better say it after that dramatic announcement.”

  He chuckled and stood. “No, I mean, I’ll just show you.”

  The T-shirt came off over his head, and she almost forget he had something to say or to show her or whatever. Good God, his body was beautiful. She stared at his bare chest, all muscular and perfect. His skin was taut like he’d never been overweight in his entire life, as if he lived in the gym. She knew for a fact that he spent most of his time in the office. The man had good genes.

  So often when they spoke through her tablet and his laptop, she wished she could catch him just coming out of the shower, so she could see him without a shirt and wet. No such luck. Sometimes she wondered if he made sure to be fully dressed on purpose or if he had something to hide about his body. That was a silly thought because even dressed Bryson looked amazing. Anyone could see he would look twice as good naked.

  He kicked his shoes off and pinched the button open on his jeans. Her mouth watered. She told herself to appear casual, like it was no big deal to be about to have sex with a smoking hot guy. The effort proved to be too much. What could she do but stare and drool over him?

  He dropped his jeans. She lusted over thick muscular thighs with a dusting of dark hair covering them. A tan line cut across his thighs showing that he had worn shorts and lay out in the sun. Since it was the dead of winter in New York City and that city was buried under a foot of snow, she figured he got the tan artificially. He looked good enough to eat.

  Then she noticed the front of his boxers. He was hard, and the tent was massive. Her desire increased tenfold. “Y-you’re…” she began.

  “Yeah. I probably should have told you before we got together. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand. I’m ten inches and pretty thick. Maybe I’m assuming you’re not used to that, you know, being with black guys?”

  She snorted. “That’s a misconception.”

  “That you’ve been with black guys?”

  “That they’re so
much bigger. Totally not true. But you… Let me see it, Bryson.”

  He wasn’t shy, just nervous about frightening her. She appreciated his concern, but knowing he was so big had her squeezing her legs together. If she didn’t get him soon, she was going to explode.

  He dropped his boxers, and she took it in. His cock was a work of art, all throbbing goodness. It was huge alright, all thick and long. The beast curved slightly as it stretched up and out from his body. He fisted it, and his fingertips met, but just looking she was pretty sure hers wouldn’t. She was an average size woman with average fingers.

  “I have to touch you.”

  “You’re not afraid?”

  “Boy, please. You must know how eager women are to experience a man hung like you.”

  “In theory, but when faced with the real thing, their fantasies become a little too real. This thing makes me choose my lovers wisely.”

  She dragged her gaze from his cock to look into his eyes. “You’re saying you haven’t had a lot of lovers?”

  “My ego would like to say I’ve had as many as I’ve desired.”

  “You haven’t met the right women.” She sprang off the bed and lunged at him. Pushing his hand away, she took hold of his cock and stroked it. He was tight and hard as a rock. The head sliding through her palm felt amazing, and massaging him sent arrows of delight shooting down to her pussy. She leaned in and kissed his chest. “I definitely want it, every inch.”

  Chapter Five

  They lay naked on the bed with Bryson spooning her ass. His dick pushed against her like it was determined to get inside. She arched her ass into him as he ran a hand down her belly. Looking back over her shoulder, she offered him her mouth. He took the offering, devouring her lips until she couldn’t think straight.

  His hand slid lower, and he cupped her pussy. She spread her legs a bit, and a finger gently eased into her heat. A moan escaped her. He wet his finger in her juices and slid it in and out of her over and over. She broke the kiss, collapsing against the pillows with her eyes shut. He worked two fingers into her pussy. She pumped his hand. A third joined the two, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

  “Charon, baby, you’re so wet. Your pussy is so hot.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  She rolled onto her back, and he climbed atop her. They both looked down the narrow space between them. With his cock head pressing gently against her entrance, she ran her toes along his legs. Just a little wiggle, and he would be inside, but he held still.

  “Bryson, please…”

  “Shh, baby. Let me go slow. I don’t want to hurt you for anything.”

  She buried her face against his shoulder as he brought his weight down on top of her. Her heart thundered. She’d always loved the size and weight of a bigger man, enjoyed feeling him crushing her into the bed. It turned her on for some reason.

  Bryson leaned up to kiss her briefly before concentrating on pulling her knees up. She felt the head of his cock ease inside of her just a notch. The stretching began, taking her breath away. It stung as if she were a virgin. All the men before Bryson were tiny compared to him. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, but he didn’t complain. She buried her face deeper.

  “Relax, sweetness. It’s going to feel good soon.”

  Inch by slow inch he eased into her pussy. She held onto him, at once loving the invasion into her heat and fearing it would hurt more. It didn’t. Her pussy adjusted, and the pleasure exploded from her center outward.

  “Oh, yes, Bryson, if feels good.” She arched into him to take him deeper then pulled back a bit so his dick would slide out. Right away, she pushed up as much as she could, wanting all she could take.

  “Slow down, Charon. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’re not. Do it, please,” she begged. “I need it.”

  He swore low and desperate. “Talking like that you’re going to make me lose control.”

  She raised her legs a little higher and wrapped them as much as she could around his broad body. In that position, she couldn’t pump the same way, but he got the message. He began to thrust his dick into her pussy and pump slowly. After a few moments, he picked up speed, and she couldn’t help crying out with pleasure. Their bodies came together as one over and over.

  He thrust downward, driving her into the bed. She heard the springs squeak and the sound of his pelvis bumping roughly against hers. The sensation of having his big dick pummeling her pussy drove her wild. All she could do was call out his name and plead with him not to stop.

  The pleasure went on. She willed it to last forever. Deep in her core, her climax built. She was going to come with him in her, and it surprised her. Coming with her lover inside her was never easy. Yet, here was Bryson taking her to impossible heights.

  She teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bryson pulled out. A shriek rose to her lips before she could stop it. “What are you doing?’

  “Turn over. I want to push against your ass. Plus, when I’m behind like that, I can push in more.”

  “Really?”

  He flipped her over before she could get to her hands and knees and moved behind her. When he entered her from behind, she arched her back and moaned. He pumped so fast, she had to brace herself with a hand on the top of the headboard. The slap of his pelvis against her ass brought her to climax far too quickly. She shouted through her release, clenching her teeth to keep from getting too loud.

  Bryson curved over her body and kissed the back of her shoulder. His strong hands gripped her sides, and he pushed his dick almost to the hilt inside her pussy. “Kiss me,” he demanded on a pant. She complied, opening her mouth to take his tongue.

  They rocked together, grinding and thrusting for a long while. He broke the kiss, stilled, and with a shout, he came. She felt the warmth from his come and sagged toward the bed. He followed her down, staying inside and on top of her.

  He skimmed his hands up her arms and lined his hands above hers. Their fingers interlocked, and he claimed her mouth again. Their kisses were lazier, less frenzied. She nuzzled her nose against his, and he rained feathery caresses all along her cheek and jaw. With his gentle attentiveness, she could almost believe he loved her. In fact, she decided to believe it for that night. Nothing other than the two of them existed inside that hotel room.

  “I’m going to get hard again soon.” He pulled out of her.

  “Is that so? You expecting a second round?”

  Alarm registered on his handsome face. “You’re done?”

  She laughed. “Not by a long shot. You’ll be tuckered out before me.”

  “It’s a bet.”

  He rose from the bed, and she watched him move to the table. The man had no shame to his nakedness now, and why should he? She sighed, enjoying the sight of his muscular ass and the backs of his thighs. A woman could feast for eternity on that.

  “Where are you going?”

  He indicated the To Go bag. “I’m hungry. Gotta keep my energy up. Want some?”

  She sat up and reached for the sheet to cover herself. “Sure.”

  When he returned to the bed, he snatched the sheet off her without a word and stretched out beside her. She waited for him to explain himself, but he said nothing as he removed both her food and his from the bag.

  “What did you do that for?”

  He busied himself licking sauce from his thumb. “If you’re going to enjoy looking at me, I’m going to do the same.”

  She blushed. “You saw that?”

  “I assumed.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Arrogant as ever. And what if I’m cold? I’ve got to suffer because you want to look at me naked?”

  “Not at all. I’ll keep you warm. Scoot closer.”

  She was happy for the excuse to tuck into his side. He wrapped an arm about her, and they ate their food together. The funny thing was that it worked so well. Bryson was right-handed, and she was left.

  “That
looks good.” She pointed her fork at his steak.”

  “Want some?”

  “A tiny piece.”

  He cut some and instead of letting her grab it with her fork, he raised his to her lips. She ate the bite, and he watched as if he were mesmerized. Before she could lean back, he captured her chin and kissed her lips. The tip of his tongue came out, and he licked a bit of sauce from the edge of her mouth.

  “Mmm, you’re delicious.”

  She bumped him. “That’s steak sauce, not me.”

  “Tastes sweeter because it’s on you.”

  “Oh, that reminds me.” She hopped up from the bed and hurried to her luggage. “I almost forgot.”

  “What?”

  She dug inside her suitcase and produced the bag she had stuffed there at the last minute. Inside was a garland wreath and several wine colored ornaments. She cleared the table and laid the wreath in the center. Then she placed a white candle she had brought along in the center. Even though it was silly, she placed the ornaments on the wreath and lit the candle.

  “This is our little mini-Christmas stuff. Oh, and I have a snowman card from my cousin. I’ll set that here. See? It’s festive.”

  “Looks good to me.” He nodded approval. She didn’t put much stock in Bryson’s opinion when it came to Christmas decorating because by his own admission his habit was to hire a company that came out to decorate his house. While everything looked amazing, he didn’t have the joy of doing it himself and shopping for keepsake decorations. It totally wasn’t the same.

  “I would have brought more, but I didn’t want to check a bag.”

  “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

  His gaze slid to her ass, exposed as she bent over the table. She glanced down at his cock and found it swelling. Yeah, he was good for another round alright. Just seeing him got her worked up. She scurried back to the bed and ate half of her meal.

  “Ready?” Bryson looked ready to jump her, but he seemed to be trying to tamp down his desire. A look of worry came into his blue eyes. “You’re not too sore, are you? Charon, I don’t have a problem with stopping right here. We don’t have to do anything else. Just hanging out is good. Singing over your candle is great fun.”