by Kali Hart
“Dinner.” I know she has to be hungry. She’s been out here for hours, and I haven’t seen her eat anything. When she doesn’t say anything, I ask, “What’s with the Santa getup?”
“It’s for work.” She’s up from her chair, eyeing the kitchen as I pull out ingredients for spaghetti. I won’t tell her that the meat is really moose. It tastes like hamburger anyway. “Department store makes us wear these during the holidays.”
“Don’t suppose you brought anything else?”
“Nope.”
I hate all reminders of Christmas. At least that’s what I tell myself. But in reality, I know I just want to see her out of that top. Fuck, it’s going to be a long night.
3
MIA
“I can sleep on the recliner,” I say to Conner when he insists for the third time that I take the bed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’d drown in that thing.”
He’s not wrong. It’s a massive chair, built for a massive man. I don’t want to sleep in it, anyway. I just don’t want to sleep in his bed alone. But after the kiss in the hall that left us both breathless and freaked out, I’m not about to ask him to sleep in the bed with me. “If you insist.”
“I do, Mia.”
His cabin is surprisingly warm and cozy. The woodstove has done a great job of keeping it that way, despite the raging storm outside. Less than thirty minutes after Conner got me back to the cabin, the wind picked up. “I’m worried about my tree.”
“It’ll be fine for one night.”
“But the wind—” I remember what happened one Christmas, more than a decade ago. Mom and I left the tree outside over night because it was too cold and windy to try to get it untied. The wind, we learned, nearly killed it. It was a miracle we were able to save it at all.
“I’ll go get your tree.”
I want to throw my arms around and hug him. It’s super sweet. But I don’t know this man. Not really. We’re not together. We’re not even friends. He’s just the kind stranger that entertained the delusions of a girl lost in the mountains. “Thank you.”
“I’ll go if you get yourself into bed before I get back. No recliner.”
I nod, unable to contain my smile. My ex would never do something like this. I’m almost sad that the tow truck will whisk me away tomorrow. “Thank you, Conner.”
“Get that cute ass of yours in bed.” He spins on his heel and stomps off.
Did he really just call my ass cute?
When I hear the front door close, I shed my clothes until all I have left is my Santa top and panties. I slip under the covers, relishing the cool feel of the sheets against my bare legs. They smell like Conner, and it makes me yearn for him beside me. I settle for what’s second best.
I slip my hand beneath my panties until my fingers find my swollen nub. They rub a slow circle as I let my eyes fall closed and picture Conner’s hand between my legs instead. In my fantasy, those deep blue eyes penetrate me as he pleasures my cunt. A finger slips inside me. I’m moaning. Loudly. I don’t even care.
“Fuck, Conner!” I cry out as fingers work faster. I quicken my pace until I fall over the edge.
I’m panting like I just ran a marathon when the stars around my eyes finally fade.
“I told you this was a dangerous game, darling.”
I shriek at Conner’s voice. I didn’t even hear him come back in. He’s standing in the doorway, arms folded, eyes drenched with desire. His hard length protrudes from the crotch of his pants. “You were watching me?”
“I heard some concerning sounds coming from my bedroom. I had to make sure you were okay. Turns out you were more than okay.”
I’m completely embarrassed. I’ve never let another man watch me pleasure myself. Add to it that I cried out Conner’s name, and well, color me mortified. “You can just close the door on your way out.” I pull the sheet over my face and hide until the door closes.
I wait for the footsteps to trail down the hall, but they don’t come. Instead, I hear the drop of a belt against the wood floor.
“Conner?”
“I’m still here, darling.”
My heart is going to beat right out of my chest. “Why?”
“Because I just witnessed the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I—I—”
“If you want me to leave, you have to tell me right now. Because once I’m in that bed with you, there’s no turning back.”
The surprising turn of events leaves me breathless. He’s turned on. It’s foolish, to want a man I just met today. A man that after tomorrow, I’ll never see again. But we’ve been battling a magnetic pull for hours. I’m done fighting it, consequences be damned. “Come to bed, Conner.”
CONNER
I’ll have to go back for the tree. I only made it to the truck before I realized I didn’t even have my keys. When I came back inside, I heard moaning from down the hall. My first concern was that Mia was suffering from injuries I’d missed. But the closer I got to the bedroom, the clearer it was that she wasn’t hurting at all.
I was transfixed by the sight of her with her hands between her legs, her shoulders arched back, her eyes closed. The furry white edge of her Santa top high up on her thighs.
But when she cried out my name, I was a fucking goner.
I drop my pants to the floor at her invitation. I’m done fighting the inevitable. I’m claiming this woman. Tonight.
Naked, I crawl onto the bed. My dick is completely erect, desperate to be inside her. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Her hands find me in the dark, clamping around my neck and pulling me down toward her lips. The velvety softness of her top brushes against my chest. Her tits aren’t bound by anything beneath the thin material. They fit perfectly in my large hands, and I squeeze them until she’s whimpering.
Our tongues dance a tango as the kisses grow greedier.
“I want to be inside you, Mia,” I growl the words against her lips. “I need to be.”
“Yes.”
“I’m clean.”
“Me too.” Her words are ragged. Her hands are ravenous as they move along my body. “I want you inside me.”
The next round, I’ll take my time with her. I’ll taste every inch of her perfect, curvy body to learn what brings her the most pleasure. But right now, I’m done fighting the pull that’s existed between us. I’m meant to be inside this woman.
I line my cock up at her center, using her juices to coat me before I enter. She’s so fucking wet. Hands on her hips, I slide my length into her tight pussy. I’m trying to go slow, giving her time to adjust to my size.
“I’m okay, Conner.”
It’s all the permission I need to thrust completely inside her. Fuck, she feels amazing. So tight. So perfect. Any intentions of going slow are out the window. Our rhythm is fast, hard, hungry. With each plunge, I long to go deeper. To lose myself inside her. She rocks her hips, meeting each thrust. Our bodies slam together, over and over.
Her soft moans grow louder. Her nails dig into the backs of my shoulders. “Fuck, Conner!”
I can’t hold back anymore. As I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, I claim her with my own release. I hold her hips tight against me, my cock buried inside as my seed pours into her. “You’re mine, Mia. Only mine.”
4
MIA
I’m not sure how to take what Conner just said to me. I should be freaked out that he just called me his. Like I belonged to him. But I’m not freaked out at all. In fact, it makes me feel… important. Yes, important. In a way I’ve never felt important to another man before.
“You good, darling?”
“So good.”
He drops onto the bed beside me, and I curl into his arms. I hold my breath, waiting for him to pull away. But instead, his arm goes around me and he pulls me closer. This can’t be real life.
“Catch your breath,” he says to me, “because I’m not done with you yet.”
I smile into his
chest. I’m still tingling from that earthshattering orgasm. The thought of another tonight is almost too much to handle. But the thrill of it drowns out any concerns. We lie there in silence until our breathing returns to normal.
“You don’t have a Christmas tree.” My fingers trace soft circles on his steel chest. “Why not?”
“I don’t do Christmas.”
A million questions assault my thoughts at that simple statement. It’s so definite. “Why?” The question is ambiguous and daring. He might leave me alone in this bed for asking if the answer is one that would strike a nerve, but he won’t boot me from the cabin tonight.
“Bad memories.”
I’m annoyed by his short answers that aren’t really answers at all. “I lost my mom five years ago. Cancer. That’s why the tree is so important to me. It keeps her spirit alive. Christmas was her favorite time of year.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your mom.”
“What about your parents? Do they celebrate Christmas?”
Conner props up on his elbows and turns to me. “No more questions. Break’s over.” His lips cover mine before I can utter another word. It only takes a few seconds before I forget what we were even talking about. There’s something electrifying between us, and it leaves me insatiable for this man.
He hovers over me, and our lips fuse together. His hands work the buttons on my top. “I’ve been waiting to see these.” He caresses my breasts slowly, as if we have all the time in the world. “Your tits are amazing, darling.” He covers one nipple with his mouth, then the other, his tongue swirling around the pebbled peak. He takes his time, cherishing my breasts.
I moan his name. I can’t help it.
His tongue trails a path down my stomach, his hands following behind. I love the feel of his skin against mine. It’s erotic and intimate all at the same time. Thrilling and perfect, like it’s always been meant to be this way. Us, together.
When Conner rubs his beard against my inner thighs, a long moan escapes my throat. I fantasized about him earlier, between my legs like this. But when his tongue finds my cunt, I know I’m not stuck with some dream. His tongue slowly licks my wet folds, taking time to tease my clit. It’s completely opposite of the urgency we felt before.
“You taste as sweet as that perfume you wear.” Those devilish eyes lock my gaze. The sight of his face between my legs is almost enough to drive me over the edge. I can’t believe this fucking hot man is eating my pussy.
He takes his time licking and sucking, slowly building the wave of pleasure that’s about to hit me. I can feel it build as his tongue increases in speed ever so slightly. A finger slips inside me. I should be sore from his large cock stretching me out earlier, but there’s no pain. Only pleasure.
“Oh, Conner.”
He laughs against my cunt, and the vibration of it starts that push over the edge. I feel my orgasm building. Rising. I’m riding a wave I never want to get off of.
“Look at me, Mia. Keep your eyes open. I want to see that look when you come for me again.”
That’s all it takes, and I’m sent over the edge. I try to keep my eyes on Conner as my world explodes around me. My entire body convulses at the intensity. Merry fucking Christmas to me. A wicked smile spreads across my lips.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come, Mia. I can’t wait to see that look again. Soon.”
CONNER
I should let her sleep. We’re both exhausted. But tomorrow, Mia will leave. I’ll never see her again. If one night of pleasure is all we get, I’m not wasting a minute of it.
“It’s your turn, Conner.”
I’m lying on my back. Mia kneels over me, her perfect curves on full display from this angle, from her generous hips to her bountiful tits. It’s like she was shaped by the gods themselves. My cock jumps to attention at the very sight. “What’s your plan, darling?”
Her soft hand wraps around my cock and slowly strokes me. “Don’t you worry about that.” Hair falls across her tits as she leans down. Without warning, she takes my cock into her mouth.
“Fuck, Mia.” Her mouth feels amazing around my cock, just like I knew it would. Her pillowy lips look delicious, wrapped around my length. It’s something I knew would be true the first time I noticed her lips.
Her tongue teases my tip. One hand twists my dick, the other reaches for my balls. I might die, but I’ll die one very fucking happy man. “Don’t stop.”
She takes me into her mouth again, until I feel the tip hit the back of her throat. Her pace quickens. I could come in her mouth, and a part of me wants that. But with time against us, I want to feel her pussy wrapped around me once more.
“Mia, come here.”
She shakes her head. Her strong will has quickly become my weakness. It’s so fucking sexy.
“Sit on my lap, darling. Please.”
She seems to consider her options for a moment, but relents to my demands.
I scoot back until I’m sitting against the headboard. She lowers herself onto my dick, those tits in my face. It’s the Christmas gift I was never expecting, this beautiful woman in my bed, allowing me to pleasure her over and over. I may be a Scrooge when it comes to the actual holiday, but I’m still grateful this woman needed a tree.
“Do you get it now?” I ask her. “That you belong to me?”
“Yeah.”
I shackle her hips, stopping our greedy pace for a beat. “You’re mine, Mia. Say it.”
“Don’t stop, Conner.”
“Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Bringing her hips to me, I slam into her. The urgency from our first time returns. The headboard bangs against the wall as I thrust inside her, over and over. She rocks against me matching me at each turn. It takes no time at all before we’re both crying out our release.
I don’t know how this is going to work, but I’m keeping her. That’s one thing I know for certain.
5
MIA
“You saved my tree.”
I wrap my unbuttoned Santa top around me tighter, the chill of being out of bed hitting me. I love that it now smells like Conner. I’ll have to buy a new one for work, because I’m not washing away his scent. Ever. Once the tow truck arrives, I may never see him again. But at least I’ll have that.
“Couldn’t let it die out in that wind now could I?”
I go to him and wrap my arms around him, reaching up on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. One that starts out sweet and quickly turns steamy. My top falls open. “Oops.” But the wicked smile from last night returns. I’m not sorry at all that I forgot to button it.
“You better be careful with that thing,” he says with a glint in his eyes. He’s not discreet in the least with staring at my exposed breasts. “I’ll take you right here.”
“Promise?” I’m sore in all the best ways, but I still can’t help myself from playing his game.
“Bend over, darling.” He unzips his jeans, and I know he means business.
I brace my hands on the arm of the recliner. I moan in pure delight when his cock slides along my wet folds. He teases me, rubbing himself along my swollen nub. I could come just from his playing.
Before I can tell him that, he pulls back and thrusts inside me. I’m up on my toes as he fills me. He reaches around my waist and fingers my clit. I’ll never get enough of this man. The thought scares me. In a few hours, I might never see him again. But I want to.
“Come for me, Mia.”
He makes me feel like a goddess when he demands that of me. I feel desired in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else. I obey him and let myself go. Waves of pleasure wash over me. I feel his cock pulsing just before he pumps his hot seed deep inside me.
“You’re fucking amazing, Mia. You’re everything.”
It’s very possible I might be in love with this man.
I’m still sans leggings at breakfast. The man is a phenomenal cook. “Do you have ornaments and lights?” I ask.
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He stills at the fridge, his back to me. “I don’t do Christmas, Mia.” Warning hangs in that tone. I should heed that warning and leave well enough alone. It’s silly to decorate my tree in his cabin when I’m going to be leaving soon.
“Okay, no Christmas talk.” I fill my fork with another bite of scrambled eggs and take my time chewing before I try another tactic. “Do you have any siblings?”
His back is still to me as he attends to the bacon, but he doesn’t stop this time like he did with my last question. “Two. Brother and a sister.”
“Must be nice.”
Conner turns his head over his shoulder. “Why do you say that?”
“I don’t have any brothers or sisters. Always wanted one of each.”
He laughs and returns his attention to the bacon on the stove. “It’s not all butterflies and rainbows. We fought a lot growing up.”
I’m touched that he’s finally sharing something about himself, but I can tell he’s holding so much back. “Where do they live?”
“Jenny lives in town. She’s hiding out at a cabin for a couple of weeks. Something about finding herself and her path.” He shakes his head. “Don’t ask me to explain it. I don’t get it.” He tells me a few more things about his youngest sibling, and despite all the fights they had growing up, it makes me yearn for siblings of my own.
“Jenny’s a lucky girl to have you for a brother.”
“Tell her that.” He slips bacon onto my plate. The aroma is heaven. I worked up quite an appetite all night long and into this morning. I’m ravenous.
“What about your brother?”
“Adam did live in town. He moved out into a cabin a few months ago.”
I find it sad that they are all apart for Christmas. I want to ask so badly if his family has always been this against the holidays, but I don’t. I only ever had my mom to celebrate with, but it was a cherished time of year for us.
