White Hot Holidays 1: Santa's Lap

by Lani Aames

  He meant food, but all she really had an appetite for was Reed. She sighed and nodded to please him because he’d gone to the trouble of setting it all up. All she wanted to do was jump his bones. She wanted Reed’s cock inside of her, and the thought made her burn with desire.

  He poured the sparkling juice as she sat in one of the chairs. His robe was open and the front of his pajama bottoms bulged suggestively. He still had his hard-on. Of course, anticipation was as much fun as actual fucking, but for some reason she wanted to bypass all the foreplay and get to the main event.

  She took a glass and sipped a bit of the juice. It bubbled in her mouth like champagne.

  “All of this is impromptu. I’d hoped you would, but I didn’t expect you to take the invitation to sit in Santa’s lap literally.”

  Tasha nearly choked on the juice. If he only knew why she’d taken the invitation literally, he’d probably throw her out on her ear. How embarrassing if he ever found out she’d thought his brother was under all that red velvet and white fur, and she’d sat in his lap to teach him a lesson. She wondered what she would have done if she’d known it was Reed? Would she have still sat in his lap and teased him mercilessly?

  She didn’t think so. She had always been too self-conscious around Reed. Perhaps it was best she hadn’t known. They wouldn’t be here now, on the verge of jumping into bed and doing the horizontal tango.

  He opened crackers and a vacuum-sealed package of soft cheese. She spread the cheese on a cracker and took a bite, washing it down with a swallow of juice.

  “I see you brought one of the Sinclair candy canes.”

  He picked it up. “You said you’d never seen one this large.”

  “I guess I’d never noticed them before. Now it takes on a whole new meaning.”

  “Yes, it does.” His blue eyes had darkened, and his cock bounced a little behind the midnight blue silk.

  She set down the remainder of the cheese and cracker and glass of juice. She didn’t want food. She wanted Reed. She reached out and placed her hand on that bulge. The silk radiated his heat and almost burned her hand. Reed set his glass aside and caught her hand, pulling her to her feet.

  He kissed her, his lips sliding over hers as their bodies picked up the rhythm of the music playing on the radio. Silk glided over silk, their bodies rubbing together. They swayed until he simply scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

  Reed still had the foot-long candy cane in his hand and tossed it on the bed. Tasha sat up and pulled off her robe while he shed his robe and pajama bottoms. He had to stretch the waistband out over his jutting erection. She had started to remove her nightie but was mesmerized by the size and rigidity of his cock.

  Reed got on the bed on his knees, straddling Tasha’s outstretched legs. She wrapped her hands around his hot length and massaged from the bulging tip to where it nestled in a bed of coarse curls. He placed his hands on her back and gathered the nightie, drawing it over her head. Tasha released him long enough to pull her arms through the straps then replaced one hand on his cock. She teased his balls with her other hand.

  The nightie dropped into a puddle of silk on the bed. His back arched, and he groaned, a guttural sound that came from deep inside his chest. Tasha’s fingers played over his sac, and his hips pushed his cock in and out of her other hand until he finally put his hands on her shoulders and pulled free of her touch.

  He blew out a deep breath. “Better hold it, Tasha.”

  He was ready, and she had been ready for some time. She lay back and hooked her fingers in the straps of her panties. But, again, Reed stopped her.

  “I want to do that,” he said and bent over her.

  Tasha stretched her arms over her head and closed her eyes. He grasped her panties by the straps and slid them over her hips. The triangle of silk peeled away from her wetness. He spread her bent legs as far as they would go and touched her gently around her labia. She gasped, her hips raising her pussy into his caress.

  His fingers swirled over the folds and creases, dipping in and out again, teasing her. Her clit burned and tingled, and when he touched it, warmth spiraled out. Her body squirmed restlessly, ready for the burst of pleasure that was soon to come.

  She heard the crinkle of plastic and her eyes barely opened to see Reed with a condom pack between his teeth. He ripped it open in one yank and pulled out the rolled-up rubber. She closed her eyes again. They hadn’t discussed taking precautions. She was on the patch and disease free. But she was happy he had the forethought to grab condoms while setting up for their romantic interlude.

  She expected him to crawl between her legs any second and drive into her with a force that would send her skyrocketing into orbit. Instead, she felt the bed shift and his fingers on her pussy again. He spread open her lips and something big and hard entered her.

  She opened her eyes and raised her head. He grinned up at her. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

  She shook her head. “What are you doing?

  She rose to a sitting position and saw he had put a condom on the stick of candy and was inserting it inside her.

  “Oh, wow.”

  “Have you ever been fucked with a candy cane before?”

  She shook her head.

  “How does it feel?” He pushed it in a little farther.

  “Good.” She lay back again and closed her eyes to enjoy the ride.

  By tilting her pelvis, she guided him as he inched the cane in farther and farther. When she was filled completely, Reed fucked her with the candy cane, moving it in and out, and his thumb stimulated her clit. Her hips met the rhythm and moved faster as she neared orgasm. Whimpers and moans escaped her lips, and her hands clenched the sheets. When the pleasure burst and washed over her, she cried out and ground her clit against the pad of his thumb.

  As she spiraled down and her body relaxed, Reed eased the candy cane free. His fingers caressed her pussy, sending little tingles and shocks throughout her body. Now he crawled between her legs, propping on his elbows on each side of her.

  She looked up at him lazily. Her body was drained of energy. He smiled and kissed her.

  “That felt wonderful,” she murmured.

  He moved down a little and kissed the taut tip of one breast then the other. He shifted to one elbow and his free hand surrounded her breast as his lips suckled, his tongue raking the hard peak.

  After coming twice, Tasha didn’t think she would react, but his lips and tongue stirred her again. He kissed a trail from her breasts, over her ribs and belly to where her curls began. A line of fire followed behind. Then he straightened up.

  Tasha sat up and put her hands on his rigid cock. “My turn. Now, lie down.”

  He did as he was told as she scooted off the bed. She found what she wanted from the table and crawled back on the bed, between his legs. She opened the box of chocolate-covered cherries and picked one out.

  He had folded his arms behind his head and watched her intently. Tasha took a bite out of the confection and savored it, licking the drop of liquid that dripped over the open edge. Then she stretched out on her belly between his thighs. She wrapped one hand around his cock and held the piece of candy over it with the other.

  Slowly, she tilted it until the thick, gooey liquid drizzled over the head. When the last drop streamed out, she popped the rest of it into her mouth and started massaging him, spreading the liquid all over his hard length.

  Reed groaned, pumping his cock into her hands. His movements were short and hard and she knew he was nearing his release. She pressed her thumbs against the underside so when he drew back, they touched the soft, sensitive spot just under the head. Within a few more strokes, his body stiffened and he exploded. He grunted, the sound coming from the back of his throat as semen jetted into the air, sprinkling his belly and her hands. She milked his cock with slow rubs until no more white fluid seeped from his slit.

  Tasha watched his body relax. She had pleased him as well as he’d pleased her. He lay with his e
yes closed, his breathing becoming more even. She left the bed and went to the table. She dampened a cloth napkin with the club soda and washed off the sticky candy goo and Reed’s semen from her hands. She poured on more club soda and returned to the bed, carefully cleaning the stickiness from him. When she finished, she crawled up beside him, and he gathered in her in his arms. She snuggled close to him.

  “Where’d you pick up that trick?”

  She shrugged. “It just came to me when I saw the box of chocolate-covered cherries.”

  “I’ll never be able to look at chocolate-covered cherries the same way again.”

  Tasha laughed. “I feel the same way about candy canes.”

  She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting into sleep. Her last thought was that they’d pleasured each other, but they still hadn’t actually fucked.

  Chapter Three

  Someone shaking her, gently but firmly, woke Tasha. She didn’t want to leave the wonderful dream where Reed had dressed in a red velvet Santa suit and fucked her till her eyes crossed. She didn’t want the fantasy to end, so she pushed the insistent hand aside and muttered, “Go away.”

  “Tasha, it’s Reed.” The hand jiggled her shoulder again. “You have to get up now. I just thought of something.”

  Reed… It hadn’t been a dream! Tasha blinked her eyes open and turned over to look up into Reed’s devastatingly handsome face. His dark hair was tousled, and he looked like he’d just had a good fucking. Which was sort of what had happened before she’d fallen asleep. He looked like he needed it again, and she was more than happy to oblige.

  Her hand stole under the comforter toward Reed. When her fingers met his cock, she seized the moment. “I just thought of something too,” she murmured and proceeded to massage the part of Reed that grew longer and harder the more she rubbed.

  He groaned but put his hand under the comforter to stop her. “I was thinking of that, but I meant there’s something else we need to consider.”

  Tasha maneuvered her hand past his, and she continued what she’d been doing when he interrupted her. “What could possibly be more important than this?”

  “That.” Reed pointed.

  Tasha’s gaze followed the line of his finger up to where the nearest wall met the ceiling. Next to a dimly lit light fixture a camera, small red light aglow, stared back down at them. Tasha snatched her hand away from Reed’s cock and pulled the comforter—suddenly not much of a comfort at all—over her bare breasts. “Uh-oh.”

  “Uh-oh is right. Stu’s had an eyeful tonight.”

  Tasha cringed. Stu Denison, the security guard, was in his fifties and had worked in security for decades. She had heard him remark that he could afford to retire, but he continued working because he couldn’t imagine not working the rest of his life.

  Reed slipped out of bed and pulled on his slacks and shirt. “I’d better get in there and try to explain. Damn, I can’t believe I didn’t think about the cameras—and Stu—before this. I’ll have to erase tonight’s recording, too.”

  “I’ll go with you.” Tasha couldn’t imagine waiting in front of the camera for Reed to return, knowing that Stu might still be watching. She started to get up but glanced at the camera. “Will you throw me the robe?”

  Reed handed her the silk robe, and she managed to wriggle into it while under the comforter. She stepped into the slippers as she got out of bed. Thankfully the robe reached her knees and covered everything adequately.

  Reed grasped her by the arm and pulled her up close. “I should have remembered the cameras and Stu, but you drive me crazy, Tasha, and make me forget everything when I’m with you.”

  “Me too,” she murmured.

  Reed leaned in close to her ear. “We can play the recording and watch ourselves.”

  Heat rose in her cheeks, but she was curious. How would it feel to watch all the things they’d done that evening? It surprised her just how much thinking about it turned her on.

  “How about it?” he asked, his hand slipping between their bodies and caressing her breast. Fortunately, her back was to the camera and blocked his actions.

  Tasha nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

  “Hmmm, the thought of watching me fucking you with a candy cane while fucking you is exciting.”

  “What about Stu?”

  “He can watch too, if he likes.”

  Tasha gasped. “Reed!”

  He laughed. “I’m joking. I’ll send him on an extended break.”

  “That sounds better.”

  They walked hand-in-hand through the dimly lit store to where the offices were located. Tasha stayed out of sight, clutching the edges of the silk robe together, while Reed opened the door to the security office.

  “Mr. Sinclair!” She recognized Stu’s voice. He sounded truly surprised to see Reed. “I didn’t know you’d stayed late tonight.”

  She saw Reed smile. “I told you to call me Reed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Stu was the type to stand on formality with his superiors no matter how much older he was. He would never call Reed by his first name.

  But she couldn’t understand why Stu was surprised to see him. Reed and she had fucked and played in front of several cameras. No way could he have missed seeing their wanton behavior unless he’d dozed off or just wasn’t paying attention to the monitor like he was supposed to. Tasha couldn’t imagine conscientious Stu doing either.

  Reed glanced at her and shrugged minutely. The same thought must have run through his mind. “I’d like to take a look at tonight’s recordings. You can take a long break, if you don’t mind. I’ll give you a call when I’m through in here.”

  “I’m not supposed to leave the office other than to make my rounds, and I take my breaks during rounds. Mr. Greene made it clear I’d be fired if I didn’t do exactly as he said.”

  This time Reed frowned. “I appreciate you taking your duties seriously, but Paul Greene works for me. I think it’s all right if you do as I ask. I’ll be sure to speak to Paul about it.”

  Tasha heard the creak of the chair as Stu got up. “You’re the boss.”

  Reed looked at her and motioned for her to come to him. She shook her head. She wasn’t ashamed of what they’d done, but it would be simply embarrassing—for her as well as Stu—to face him after what he’d witnessed on the monitors. Stu might well be able to keep a poker face with Reed about what he’d seen, but there’d be no denying it with her in a robe. Reed beckoned her again.

  “A friend is with me,” he told Stu.

  Reed had made it impossible for her to continue hiding. She was going to kill him! Her hand tightened on the silk lapels until her knuckles brushed her throat, and she scurried to Reed’s side.

  Reed put his arm around her. “Tasha and I were—um, testing some of the merchandise.”

  Stu’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open in absolute shock, but he recovered quickly. His jaw snapped shut, and he blinked until his eyes were normal sized again. There wasn’t anything he could do about the red creeping into his face.

  “Hi, Stu,” Tasha greeted him as if she saw him every day wearing nothing but a robe.

  “G-good e-evening, Tasha,” he stammered. He edged by them and out the door. “I-I’ll make rounds early and be in the break room when you’re done. I’ve got a walkie-talkie with me. The other one is on the desk. Just call me when you’re ready for me.”

  “Thanks, Stu,” Reed said, but Stu had already disappeared down the hall.

  Tasha punched him in the ribs. “That was embarrassing and humiliating for both of us. Why did you do that?”

  Reed rubbed his side. “I’m sorry, Tasha. I didn’t plan for Stu to see you at all. When he didn’t act like he’d noticed anything unusual on the monitor, I wondered how he’d react to you.”

  “He didn’t see anything, did he?” She frowned. “Do you think he’s getting senile? I can’t believe he’s slacking on the job.”

  “Me either. I’ve known Stu Denison most of my
life, and I’ve never seen him try to get by with anything. He’s always been hard-working and reliable.” Reed glanced at the shelf of recorders and electronics beside the desk. “Something might be wrong with the equipment.”

  But Reed shut the door instead of giving the equipment a closer inspection. He sat in the chair at the desk that held the computer. Tasha watched the monitor.

  Twelve cameras had been placed around the store. Four of them covered the exits, and the other eight were discreetly placed in various departments. The monitor showed a split screen divided into quarters. The four doorways showed for a few seconds, then the screen changed to scenes from four of the departments, then it changed to the last four areas with cameras. The next screen change started the loop over again.

  Each screen stayed on long enough to detect movement within the view of the camera but not long enough to study details. Still, Stu should have noticed them making out in Santa’s chair and on the bed.

  “Come here.” Reed caught her wrist and pulled her into his lap. His cock had grown long and hard again, and she could feel its heat through the material of his trousers and the thin silk robe she wore. She squirmed on top of it while Reed spread the lapels of her robe open without untying the belt.

  One of his hands went to the back of her neck and the other covered one of her breasts, his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching her already hard nipple. His lips clamped to her other nipple, and his tongue made quick circular strokes around it. Sensation tumbled through her, settling in a rhythmic throb in her clit. She spread her legs and shifted, seeking the head of his cock with her damp pussy.

  “Hmm, I never knew sitting in Santa’s lap could be so much fun,” she murmured as she rubbed against his cock.

  Reed humped his pelvis against her, then his lips popped free of her nipple. “You never did tell me how naughty you’d been.”

  She giggled but it turned into a sigh when he licked her nipple over and over again, intensifying the burn in her clit. “Before tonight I’d only been nice. Now you know exactly how naughty I can be.”