by Peggy Hunter
"You didn't answer my question.” She could tell he was moving toward her. Her body quivered in anticipation yet her heart thundered with fear. “What took you so long?"
"I waited until my friends left,” she said nervously. “I didn't want them to know."
"You didn't want them to know what?” She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke and she could smell his erotic spicy scent.
"That I was meeting you."
He chuckled softly. “Tell the truth,” he said. His hands settled on her hips, gently pulling her toward him. “You didn't want them to know just how twisted you are."
His hands gently massaged her hips as his breath fanned the side of her neck. Julie tried to keep her wits about her. “I'm not twisted,” she replied breathlessly.
She gasped when she felt his tongue slide against her throat. “Oh yes, you are,” he said softly. “You wished for Santa to fuck you."
Santa had twisted her words. But she struggled to find the words to argue. Her body ached for the feel of his lips.
"Not the real Santa,” she said, her voice coming in short gasps. “I just want you."
And he did not disappoint. His hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her against his steely body. She gasped when she felt his rock-hard cock through the ridiculous red suit. She'd have laughed if it hadn't been for his lips scorching a trail from her neck to her lips. There was no mistaking the silent demand his mouth made and she parted her lips. The moment his tongue swept inside, Julie knew she was lost. Her body went weak as she tried to return the heart-melting kiss he was giving her.
Suddenly she felt the zipper on the back of her dress whiz down. He slowly peeled her out of it, letting it fall to the swell of her hips. And then he released her bra. Her nipples immediately pebbled as the cool air touched them.
His hand closed over one breast. “Nice,” he said softly. “Soft and perky, just how I imagined your tits would be."
When he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth, Julie's body jolted with fire. But the scratchy fake beard was annoying as it scraped over her heated skin.
Julie reached up and attempted to tear the beard from his face. He suddenly pulled away, taking several steps back. She blinked, feeling cold and vulnerable. Her arms went up to cover her breasts as she stared at him. “Scott? Are you okay?"
He cocked his head to one side. She wished she could see his eyes but the dim light kept them blanketed. She heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly. He stood silently as he pulled the Santa hat off his head and then pulled the fake beard from his face.
As he tossed them on the floor, he unbuttoned the bright red coat and let it slide over his shoulders. Julie could see the crisp white dress shirt he wore beneath the Santa coat as he walked back to her. “Yeah, I'm okay,” he said. “In fact, I'm better than I ever thought possible."
His sheer strength took Julie's breath away as he pulled her arms away from her breasts. His head tilted and she saw his tongue lick his lips as he examined her closely. Suddenly unsure of what she'd gotten herself into, she'd have covered herself again if he hadn't been holding her arms so firmly.
All reservations left her mind when he dipped his head and took one ripe nipple in his mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, gently kneading, as his hot tongue laved her. When his mouth left one nipple and settled on the other, his hands slid down over her waist. She gasped when he forced her dress over her hips.
For a moment, reality stepped in to visit her brain. She inwardly moaned as she heard the fabric tear. The dress had cost her more than her budget could afford and now, this man, a damn bicycle messenger, had ruined it by not unzipping it all the way.
He suddenly took his mouth off her and stepped back. She blinked while he slowly pulled his shirt off. Her eyes followed his every move. She gasped when his hands went to his belt buckle and then pushed his pants and underwear off. He kicked out of them, sending his shoes flying across the restroom. While she was unable to see his face clearly, the dim light seemed to highlight his massive ripe cock. It stood at full attention, jutting forward like a proud warrior ready to wage war.
Julie felt as weak as a kitten when he stepped forward again, this time pulling her panties and nylons off. He wadded them in his hand and tossed them on the floor, almost as if he'd tossed the gauntlet, a challenge for her to duel with him.
Julie's heartbeat quickened. She resented his attitude. Did this guy expect to dominate her?
I don't fucking think so!
In a show of defiance, Julie braced her legs together when he stepped toward her. She glared up at him as his mouth closed over hers. His kiss reached into her very soul and Julie struggled not to give in to him. But she knew she was lost the second he cupped her buttocks and pulled her against him. Suddenly he picked her up and deposited her on the cold marble counter. Her head fell back against the mirror as he pried her legs apart and wrapped them around his waist.
His hands closed over her nipples again, rubbing, massaging, and pinching. Then one of his hands snaked away, slowly sliding over her belly and to her core. When his fingers slid over her clit, Julie felt nothing more than an intrusion. Much the way she felt when the man she once thought she loved touched her.
But she suddenly knew this touch was different. It was soft at first, stroking lightly until moisture pooled. As he continued to stroke her clit, she felt her body begin to heat. The fact he teased her slit made her moan with need. She braced her hands on the edge of the counter and opened her legs wider, urging his fingers to deepen their exploration.
"Put your legs up on my shoulders,” he said softly as his fingers continued to stroke her. She didn't hesitate at the demand. “Yeah,” he said as he leaned over her. “That's it, babe."
Julie cried out when he slowly, gently pushed two fingers inside her. He twisted his fingers, massaging and then slowly pulled them out. As his hand pumped against her again and his thumb pressed on her swollen clit, she struggled to catch her breath. He set a rhythm...pushing his fingers far into her folds and then pulling them almost all the way out. Her hips bucked against his hand. She thought she might go mad as she gave herself up to him completely.
Her body jolted as she felt her climax approaching. No! She didn't want it to end so soon. She tried to keep the orgasm at bay but he kept up the relentless pace, pushing her to the brink.
"Stop!” she cried.
Suddenly, he leapt back, splaying his hands at his sides. “Tell me what you want."
"I want you,” she said.
Suddenly Julie was whisked off the counter. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he backed into one of the bathroom stalls. She gasped when he plunked down on the toilet. His cock throbbed against her belly as he pulled her down on top of him.
His placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled it down to him. His tongue slowly glided into her mouth, stroking softly. When he pulled back, his hands slid to her hips. “You want me?"
Julie nodded, unable to speak.
"Good,” he said. “Fuck me."
Julie wasn't sure if she moved by her own volition or if she'd been lifted. All she knew was she braced her legs on either side of the toilet and lowered herself over his cock.
Julie wasn't a virgin. In fact, she'd fucked a few times before. But her pussy wasn't prepared for the massive cock that wanted to take her. Since she was in control, the second she felt herself stretch to accept the sheer girth of his cock, she pulled up, keeping him at bay.
His hands cupped her waist so when she attempted to push her pussy over his cock, he helped by pulling her down. But when she reluctantly pulled up again, he allowed it, though he let out a long sigh of frustration.
Her hands cupped his cheeks as she dipped her head and touched her lips to his. “I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I didn't expect it to hurt so much."
He gazed up at her. “I understand,” he said. “But I think you'll find it won't hurt so much after the initial penetration."
"But I'm afraid of the initial penetration,” she said honestly.
He chuckled softly and kissed one of her nipples. “There's only one way to deal with this,” he said softly. “We need to treat it the same way we would if you had to remove a Band-Aid from your knee. The faster you rip it off, the less pain it'll cause."
Julie frowned. “What are you talking about?"
He firmly gripped her hips and pulled her down over him with force. His cock embedded in her pussy, forcing itself up into her as far as it would go.
She gasped as he opened her wider than she ever thought possible, stretching her inner folds, forcing her to accept every bit of his massive cock.
"Damn.” He whispered the word, as though he didn't mean for her to hear it. He ran his hands slowly up and down her back and buttocks. “See what I mean?"
Unable to speak, Julie could only nod. Her body felt as though it was being ripped in two for a moment. And then, as her pussy stretched to accommodate him, a passionate heat began to rise within her. It began at their connection and slowly ebbed its way through her body, to the top of her head and the tips of her toes.
When he began to move beneath her, a slow, gentle rock, she braced her hands on his shoulders preparing for what she knew would be the ride of her life.
She gasped when he added a small thrust to his rocking motion. His fingers continued to slide up and down her back as he smiled up at her. “You liked that, didn't you?"
She hated the smug smile on his lips but was powerless to say a word. Instead she dipped her head and opened her mouth over his. He quickly took control of the kiss, slowly darting his tongue in and out of her mouth. And then his hips matched the rhythm of his tongue, thrusting, retreating and thrusting again.
Julie tore her mouth from his as his cock continued to pound into her. Her hands left his shoulders as her head fell back. She held her arms over her head and rode him without the benefit of holding on. The floor felt cool beneath her feet as she continued to rock over him.
"Damn, I love your pussy,” he said through gritted teeth. “So hot and tight. Don't think I'll ever get enough of you."
Suddenly he moved, scooping her up, and wrapping her legs around his waist as he burst through the bathroom stall door. Before her mind could register what was going on, he placed her ass on top of the marble countertop and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He splayed his hands on either side of her as his cock filled her again. Julie winced as her core had to stretch again to accommodate him in this new position. But he was relentless, driving into her with a force she'd never known in her life.
"Here's a little something for you,” he said through clenched teeth. She had no idea what he was talking about until his fingers touched her clit. With each thrust, his fingers stroked harder, driving her to the brink of insanity.
When she could take no more, her body began to convulse in sheer ecstasy. His moaned his release just as her own climax sucked her into sweet oblivion. He collapsed over her, bracing his hands on either side of her on the counter. His breathing was erratic as he gulped air into his lungs.
Julie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close to her as her body continued to convulse. As her breathing slowed, she peered up at him. “That was amazing,” she said softly.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It was,” he said.
He moved away and began gathering his clothes. He kept his back turned to her as he quickly dressed.
Julie frowned as she slowly got off the counter. “Scott?"
When he was fully dressed, he gathered her scattered clothes and placed them on the counter beside her. “Put your clothes on,” he said. “I'll call a cab to take you home."
Julie felt a cold dagger slice into her heart as he walked toward the door. As he pulled the restroom door open, he glanced back at her. “And, by the way, I'm not Scott."
Chapter 3
"So how was it?"
Julie glanced at her boss as she sorted through the Monday morning mail. “How was what?"
"The clean up after the Christmas party Friday night,” Nina said.
"Oh. Uhm, yeah, it was okay.” Julie wiped bleary eyes and stifled a yawn as she continued to sort through the hundreds of letters that had arrived over the weekend.
"So you helped clean up and got home safely."
Julie shot her boss an annoyed look. “That's why I stayed after you left,” she said. “And yes, I took a cab home."
"At three in the morning?” Nina said.
Julie stopped working and gazed at her boss. Before she could ask, Nina quickly explained, “My brother was driving the cab."
Julie's eyes narrowed. “You should tell your brother to fix his watch. It was closer to two than three."
Nina shrugged. “Whatever.” She cocked her head to one side. “But the party was over at eleven. Why did the clean up take so long?"
Julie threw her hands up over her head. “Why do I have to explain myself to you? It's not like you're my mother."
Nina backed away, splaying her hands. “Hey, I was just concerned. Don't chew my head off."
Julie knew her boss was only looking out for her. But she'd spent the past two days beating herself up for being such an idiot. Whoever it was she'd had sex with on Friday night had discarded her and left her feeling like a slut. And, to make matters worse, Julie couldn't get him out of her mind. His touch, his voice...and oh lord, his gigantic cock.
Julie backed away from her sorting station. “I'm taking my break,” she said.
Nina called after Julie as she headed toward the door. “It's eight thirty. You've only been here half an hour."
"So I won't take a break at ten,” Julie said over her shoulder as she pushed through the swinging doors and made a beeline for the stairwell. She needed to get out of there for a few minutes. She had to gather her thoughts.
She climbed the steps two at a time, anxious to get out of the building. She burst through the back door and stood in the alley, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. Julie pressed her back against the cool cement wall and tried to catch her breath.
How could she have been so stupid? How could she have thought meeting the mysterious man in the executive restroom was a good idea?
She'd been asking herself the same question all weekend. Julie pressed her hand over her eyes. While she'd been certain Santa was Scott, the bicycle messenger, she kept replaying the last words he'd said before he left the restroom. I'm not Scott.
The pronouncement came with a certain measure of relief. Scott had been hitting on her for months and she regretted that a few glasses of wine found her drooling over the Santa she was so sure was him.
Still, Julie asked herself the same question she'd been torturing herself with all weekend. Who was Santa? Just who had she had sex with?
Julie was in the middle of beating herself up again when she felt her cell phone vibrate in the front pocket of her jeans. When she hauled it out and glanced at the caller ID, she groaned. Not now.
Julie hit the talk button and pressed the phone to her ear. “Hey, Rob,” she said weakly.
"Hi, Jules,” he said. “I was talking to your mom and dad yesterday and they didn't know when you'd be home for Christmas."
Julie winced. “Rob—"
"Before you say anything,” he said, cutting her off, “I just want you to know that I'm ready to make a commitment. We'll announce our engagement at your parents’ on Christmas Day."
Julie struggled to keep the urge to scream at bay. Why now? Why would Rob suddenly decide he wanted to marry her after she'd spent the past five years of her life wishing he'd finally pop the question? She'd moved on, damn it. Being a small-town doctor's wife no longer appealed to her.
The fact was, if Rob had called her before she'd gone to the Diamond Industries’ party, she might have accepted his proposal. But sex with Rob had always been somewhat boring. She went through the motions but only because she felt she had to.
Three
nights ago, Julie discovered just how exciting sex could be. Granted, she wasn't sure who she'd had sex with but oh, her body still sizzled at the thought of what she and the mystery man had done together. She may never know who he was but Julie knew one thing, she'd never settle for anything less than mind-numbing, explosive sex again.
"I haven't made any decisions about Christmas yet,” she said. “I'll only have a couple days off so it hardly seems worth the four-hour drive to get there."
"Even if it means we can announce our engagement?” Rob asked.
Too little, too late. “I'm not sure what I want anymore,” she said honestly. “I need some time to think about it."
When Rob protested, Julie quickly ended the call. She shut her cell phone off and tucked it into her pocket.
Julie pressed her head against the cold bricks and closed her eyes. If only she knew what she really wanted. Days ago, Rob's offer of marriage would have excited her. She'd have quickly dumped her life in Toronto and run home to him. Now, everything had changed. Julie had had a taste of what could be. Even if she never met Santa again, she knew there was so much more out there for her.
* * * *
Max strummed his fingers on the massive oak desk impatiently. The petite blond with soulful blue eyes had been on his mind since he'd had sex with her on Friday night after the Christmas party. That long wavy hair which looked like spun gold, those incredible blue eyes which mirrored every emotion she was feeling. He'd loved everything about her, from her small perky tits to her narrow waist and tight pussy. He wasn't sure when he'd ever enjoyed sex more than he had with her.
The fact he'd never asked her name didn't seem so bad at first. After all, there were several women he'd fucked over the years whose names didn't matter.
Still, he regretted treating her like a slut afterward. He may well be a cad for the most part but even those whose names he never did get had the benefit of his holding them close for a little while after. The fact was he hadn't expected to be so deeply affected by this woman...and he didn't like it one bit. Max didn't have relationships with women that went beyond carnal needs.
