Stocking Stuffer: Santa’s Bag

by Alexis Fleming

  Even so, he couldn’t stop the pumping of his hips. Fire rode his body as he rode her ass. The tight friction on his throbbing cock increased the pleasure. He withdrew a fraction before surging forward again, burying himself in her heat. The pressure built in his gut. His balls tightened and he knew he was ready to shoot his load.

  “That feels so good. Fuck me hard, Jake.” Belle glanced at him over one shoulder.

  Jake paused, his mouth dropping open. “Belle? What the --”

  “Remember your Christmas five years ago? Remember Melanie, the woman who set such store by Christmas? The man she’d been living with for the past six months rubbished her attempts to bring a little Christmas spirit into his life and ran like a startled rabbit as soon as she mentioned commitment.”

  Jake tried to pull out, but Belle pushed her hips back against his lower belly, clenching her internal muscles to keep him there. “Or do you forget their names as soon as you walk away?”

  “Shit.” His fingers dug into her hips. “You really are an Elf. Either that or I’m dreaming. But if this is my fantasy, I plan on finishing it.”

  “No dream, Jake.” Belle drew in a sharp breath as Jake rammed home again, one hand sliding down to rub at her swollen clit. Sensation coiled low in her belly, made her pussy throb with unrelieved frustration. Damn, no one had told her how hard it would be to keep her mind on the job.

  “That was Christmas Past, Jake. Now for Christmas Present. Wanna know what, or rather who, you’ll be doing tomorrow night?” Belle bit her lip to prevent herself from tumbling over the edge into a cataclysmic orgasm.

  Jake chuckled. “I rather hoped I’d be doing you.”

  Yeah, she wouldn’t mind that either, but it wasn’t to be. When Jake learned the error of his ways, her job was done.

  Without a word, Belle lifted her hand and shook the snow globe again.

  Chapter Five

  “Ah, hell, couldn’t you have waited until I came?” Jake growled as the world righted itself again. He ceased to complain as he stared down at the woman on her knees in front of him.

  A thought flitted through his brain and filled him with disquiet. What was it about him that he had to have the woman in a subjugated position when he indulged in sexual games? Was he that much of a control-freak?

  He couldn’t see her face, just the blonde hair that brushed at his lower belly and thighs and caused a shudder to track down his spine. He had no doubt it was Belle though. Couldn’t be anyone else, because according to her, this hadn’t happened yet.

  Heat washed over him, spiking through his balls and tightening his cock even more. He felt the brush of her cheek against his rigid flesh as she turned her head on a slightly different angle. The contact was electric. Skin to skin. No prophylactic barrier between them to dull the sensation.

  He frowned. The last image his mind retained was being buried in Belle’s sweet ass, tension pulling at him, pushing him higher, despite the rubber sheath between them. How about that? With a flip of her wrist and the shake of the snow globe, she’d dealt with the messy business of disposal. Maybe being magic had its uses.

  “Belle?” He buried his hand in the blonde strands, giving a slight tug.

  “Hmmm…”

  Rational thought disappeared as the low-voiced hum vibrated through his body. Holy fuck, she had his balls in her mouth. There was only one woman he knew who could take both his testicles at the same time. Cindy, the woman he’d been dating on and off for the last month. This was too fucking weird. He knew it was Belle, but it felt like Cindy. And it was totally screwing with his mind.

  “Belle, talk to me.”

  “Hmm-hmm. Delicious.”

  Christ, even her voice sounded like Cindy’s. “Belle, stop this right now. I’ve had enough.” Hell, he didn’t mind a ménage, but not like this.

  “The future hasn’t played itself out yet. Besides, I’m enjoying myself.”

  Her tongue flicked up one side of his cock, swirled around the top and back down the other. Then she went back to licking at the swollen head. He chuckled. Oh yeah, no condom, for which he was grateful because she was treating his most valued piece of equipment like an ice cream cone. And he loved it.

  The laughter disappeared as she took him in her mouth. The wet heat felt like molten fire. Teeth scraped delicately down the rigid flesh, making him squirm. He buried his hands in her hair -- Cindy’s hair -- and hung on.

  His heart raced. Sweat broke out on his body and a groan rippled from his throat. Holy shit, she was good at this. She tilted her head back even further and he slid deeper down her throat. No one but Cindy had ever been able to deep-throat him, but Belle was doing a good imitation. But then Belle was Cindy… ah, Cindy was Belle… ah, what the hell.

  Hips pumping in time with the ministrations of her mouth, Jake gave himself up to the sensations rocketing through him. Her hot little tongue flicked at the base of his cock every time he thrust forward. Then she sucked hard, upping the tension another notch. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.

  She grasped him by the ass and pulled him in hard and his climax rolled over him. A hoarse cry tore from him as he came in her mouth, shooting his wad to the back of her throat.

  “Ooh, Jake, that was fantastic.” She smiled up at him and licked her lips. “Think how many times we can do this if I moved in with you.”

  Huh? Jack shook his head as confusion rushed through him. Then he got it. Belle was Cindy. It was time to stop this play-acting. He wanted Belle for herself.

  He opened his mouth to tell her, but that wasn’t what came out. “Sorry, Cindy, not going to happen. You’re a good lay and you’re a fucking wizard at giving head, but that’s all there is to it.”

  Jake tried to bite back the words, but it was as if he had to play out the scenario as it was written. God, what a prick he was. A cold hard-hearted bastard.

  “Actually, I think we’d better cool it. You’re looking for more than I’m willing to give.” He winced as her nails scraped down his thighs.

  “You’re nothing but a user, Jake.”

  “Hey, if you’re offering it up, I’m going to take it, lady. Like I said, you’re a good fuck.”

  Belle lifted the snow globe and tipped it upside down. Everything swirled around them and Belle was back to her old self, purple hair and all. Jake dropped to his knees in front of her, hands braced on his naked thighs.

  “I’m sorry I had to show you that, but it was the only way I could reach you.”

  “I’m a real fucktard, aren’t I?” He closed his eyes a moment. “I can’t believe I was so callous.”

  “You’re so hell-bent on protecting yourself, you strike out before anyone has a chance to hurt you. It doesn’t have to be that way.”

  He grimaced. “I know it sounds rotten, but sex has never been more than a biological urge.” He cupped her face in his hands. “With you, it’s different. From the moment I met you, it was as if this brick wall inside my heart started to crumble. Come spend Christmas with me, Belle. Teach me all about the Spirit of Christmas.”

  “I wish I could, but you have to continue this journey on your own.” She lifted the snow globe again, prepared to show him the rest of the story. Before she could invert it, Jake snatched it out of her hand, tossing it across the room.

  “No more. I don’t need to see the future to know I want you in it. Come home with me, Belle,” he begged.

  “Too late, the scene is set now.”

  Chapter Six

  This time, the scene unfolded in front of their eyes, like a movie on an old-fashioned screen. “This is Christmas Future if you don’t change, Jake.”

  “Shit, is that me?”

  Jake was staring at a man maybe in his fifties. He barely recognized himself. He was sitting in a dingy room, wearing nothing but a singlet stretched over a bloated paunch. On the table next to the couch sat a poor excuse for a Christmas tree, maybe six inches high. The only concession to the Christmas season.

 
The man in the movie slid his hand down his body and pulled the singlet back, exposing a flaccid cock buried under the overhang of his stomach.

  Jake grimaced. “Surely not. Ah, shit, I am!” And the ghost of Christmas Future wrapped his hand around his cock and slid it up and down, his breath accelerating as blood swept down to engorge his erection.

  “You’re old before your time. Living alone because you refused to commit to any woman. This is what you’ll be if you turn your back on this lesson.”

  “Hell, I’m sitting there jerking off all on my lonesome. What a future to look forward to.” He turned toward her as the movie disappeared. “I didn’t need to see that, Belle. The lesson has been rammed home well and truly. I will never be that big a bastard again. Come with me, Belle. Come be my inspiration.” He grinned. “We can have a fuckfest every time you shake that globe, but only for the two of us.”

  Tears filled her eyes. “Look at your watch, Jake. The night is gone. It’s Christmas Eve and the security guards are here to let you out. I can’t leave the mall. I’ll be here next year to help someone else realize their potential.”

  Jake heard the guards’ boots slapping on the paved forecourt as they approached the Grotto. “Quick, Belle, get back into your Elf suit. I don’t want those guys getting an eyeful of that luscious body.” He bent down to retrieve her costume and turned to thrust it at her.

  His mouth fell open. Belle was gone. He was all alone and he didn’t want to be. He wanted Belle. Something about her touched the hard places of his heart and turned them to mush. He wanted to spend the rest of his life showing her how much he’d changed.

  But right now, he needed to get dressed. Grabbing his Santa coat and trousers, and the black boots that went with them, he pulled them on. Collecting up the rest of his borrowed suit, he stuffed it in his Santa bag. At the last moment, he spotted Belle’s snow globe.

  With a sigh, he shoved it inside the bag and left the Grotto to meet the security guards. This was one Christmas he’d never forget.

  * * *

  Belle opened her eyes wide. She was standing on the pavement outside the main doors to the mall. Outside? How on earth had that happened? She’d never been able to leave before. It was one of the rules. She looked down, surprised to see she was dressed as a security guard.

  Just then, Jack stepped through the sliding door, escorted by the two night security officers.

  “Here you go, buddy,” one of them said. “I called the supervisor. She’ll take your report about getting locked in.”

  Jake didn’t seem at all concerned with making a report. Head down, he was rummaging around inside his Santa bag, finally emerging with her snow globe.

  Belle smiled. Ahh, so that’s how it works. “Jake?”

  He jerked his head up. “Belle? How the hell… But I thought you couldn’t…”

  “I think you changed the rules when you removed my snow globe from the mall.” She took it from him, curling her fingers around the plastic sphere. “Either that or someone decided you deserved a second chance. That offer to come home with you still open?”

  He wrapped his arms around her, the Santa bag bumping against her side. Belle sighed and rested her head against his chest. After all these months of watching, of waiting to meet Jake so she could show him Christmas was more than a willing body to share it with, she felt like she’d finally come home. She chuckled. The sex wasn’t bad either.

  “What?” Jake moved her back so he could see her face.

  She waggled her pointy ears at him and cocked a hip to make the red bag swing. “You got anything else in Santa’s bag for me?”

  He laughed. “Sorry but Santa’s all out right now.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so. But if all else fails, we always have this if we need any help with a fuckfest.”

  She held her hand out, the snow globe nestled in her palm. And at that moment, Belle could have sworn the little Santa inside winked at her.

  The End

  Alexis Fleming

  Alexis Fleming’s first book was a bedtime story for her children called Sammy the Snail, written and illustrated totally in crayon. She hooked her children in and created a new career for herself, a career that gives her immense satisfaction and a lot of fun.

  She now writes her own bedtime stories, but be warned, these are strictly adults only!

  A voracious reader, Alexis’ first love has always been romance, whether on this world or the next. Now she turns her hand to erotic romance, giving her readers a taste of the steamy side of love, along with a dash of comedy.

  When she isn’t tied to her computer creating sizzling stories, Alexis helps run a motel situated on the edge of a National Marine Park in Jervis Bay, New South Wales, Australia. You can visit with Alexis at www.alexisfleming.net.