by Smoak, Ivy
His hands moved to the small of my back and dipped down to my ass. He squeezed my ass as his tongue collided with mine.
This should have been enough. But all I could think about was more. All I wanted was more. I moved my hand to the front of his jeans. I could feel his erection pressing against them, wanting to break free. I pressed my palm against his hard cock.
He groaned into my mouth and pulled back. He grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it off over his head. Tucker was the sexiest guy I had ever met. And he looked even better with his shirt off. He had more of an eight pack than a six pack. My eyes landed on his happy trail. I wanted to see all of him. Before I could react, he tossed his shirt on the floor and grabbed my waist, pulling me against him.
"Should we go to your room? Someone might come down."
"I don't care." He repeated the words backs to me that I had said early in his truck and looked down at me. The way he was staring at me made it seem like I was the only thing he wanted. Like I was the best Christmas present he could have asked for. No one had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me right now. He made me feel desired.
I gulped. The warmth of the fire, the way he was staring at me, and the feeling of his palms pressing against my skin made me forget all my worries. I felt safe in his arms. And I wanted him so badly that I was actually panting. I reached behind my back and unhooked the bustier. I just hoped he'd like his present unwrapped, too. I watched his face as the straps fell down my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
"God, you're beautiful." He grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and clasped my hands behind his neck. When his lips met mine, there was even more passion than before.
The next thing I knew, my back was on the carpet in front of the fire. Tucker pulled back slightly. His hands were on the carpet on either side of me, and the fire outlined all the muscles in his arms.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted you," he said. He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and chest. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and lightly sucked on it.
"Tucker," I moaned.
"And for you to say my name like that." He continued his torturous decent, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach, stopping right above the waistline of my jeans. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. He slowly untied the string at the top of my skirt, taking his time.
My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure he could hear it. I lifted my hips as he pulled my skirt and thong down my thighs. His lightly traced his fingers down my skin, making my whole body feel alive. He pushed my skirt off the rest of the way and stared down at me as he spread my legs. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
"Tucker," I panted. I had been aroused ever since he had touched my thigh back at my house. And then that kiss. I had been thinking about this moment all night. I wasn't sure I had ever been so horny in my life.
"And to taste you." He placed a kiss on the inside of my other thigh.
Oh God.
"Try not to make any noise."
I could feel his warm breath on the inside of my thigh.
"I can't promise that."
I could feel his smile as he place another kiss on the inside of my thigh.
"Please, Tucker. I need you."
He immediately placed a long stroke against my wetness.
Fuck.
He shoved his tongue even deeper, pressing his nose against my clit.
I grabbed his shoulders. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want him to ever stop.
He swirled his tongue in slow, torturous circles.
"Tucker," I moaned.
He pressed down on my thighs, somehow thrusting his tongue even deeper inside of me.
"God, Tucker."
He moved his lips to my clit and his finger replaced the void.
"Fuck, you're so tight." I could hear the desire in his voice. He wanted this just as much as I did.
He thrust his finger deep inside of me.
God I was close. The pressure was building, making me climb higher and higher. I could feel my nails digging into his shoulders.
Tucker slipped another finger inside of me, stretching me wider. His lips around my clit matched the pace of his fingers. And then he sucked on it. Hard.
"Tucker." I could feel myself starting to clench around his fingers. "Tucker!" I arched my back as my orgasm came crashing down on me.
He continued to move his fingers as he rode out my orgasm. When I was done he placed one last kiss against my clit and looked up at me. He slid the fingers that had been inside of me into his mouth.
Holy shit.
"You're very responsive," he said and smiled. He collapsed next to me on the carpet.
"To you." I put my hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast. Maybe as fast as mine. I let my hand and eyes wander down his chest and abs. My fingers didn't stop when they reached his jeans. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. I loved his mouth and his fingers. But I still wanted to experience him.
He grabbed my wrist. "I don't have a condom. I was actually going to stop at the store on the way to your house. Just in case..."
"You don't need a condom. I'm on birth control."
"Fuck." He leaned over top of me and kissed me again.
I pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips and let my hand wrap around his erection. His cock was so big that I could barely fit my hand around it. I slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft. God, he was going to feel amazing inside of me.
Tucker shoved his pants off the rest of the way and positioned himself between my legs. He looked down at me as he spread my thighs wide. As he leaned down and kissed me, one of his hands wandered over my breast and down to my hip. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. I lifted my hips slightly.
"Have you even done this?" He said and looked down at me.
"Had sex? Yes."
"I mean without a condom."
"No."
"Julia, if you'd rather wait..."
"Tucker, I've always wanted you. I want you so badly. I've waited so long. I don't want to wait another second."
"God, I want you too." He lifted up my hips and sunk himself deep inside of me.
"Yes!" I closed my eyes and let the sensation of him filling me take over.
He placed my ass back down on the carpet but kept his hand on my hip. He moved his hips slowly, taking his time, stretching me wide.
When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me. His hand was in the carpet beside me. With each thrust his bicep seemed to bulge.
How is everything he does this sexy? I grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back to mine. I tilted my hips and he groaned into my mouth.
He started to thrust in and out of me a little fast, making the pleasure build faster.
I ran my fingers down the muscles in his back as he leaned down and took one of my nipples back in his mouth, sucking hard.
"God, this is so much better than my dreams." I hadn't meant to say that out loud. But I could feel his smile against my skin.
"Mine too." He sucked on my nipple again.
It was almost embarrassing how much everything he did turned me on. He pressed down on my clit with his thumb.
"I'm so close," I panted.
"I know, baby." His lips moved to my neck and he moved his hips even faster. His thumb was circling my clit, driving me insane. "Come for me, Julia." He titled his hips, hitting a spot I didn't even know existed."
As if his words were a command, I felt myself clench around him. "Tucker!" I moaned as my toes curled.
His cock pulsed inside of me, and I felt a strange warmth spread up into me. "Julia," he groaned.
I had never felt so full in my life. He continued to thrust in out and out of me, shooting more of his warm liquid deep inside of me.
He slowly pulled out of me. "Julia, that was..."
"The best Christmas present ever?"
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bsp; He laughed as he looked down at me. "Yeah. The only Christmas present I ever wanted." He sighed and laid down next to me, propping his head up with his hand. "I'm sorry, you probably came over here to talk, not...well." His voice trailed off. "I can't say that I'm sorry that I didn't give you an opportunity to explain." He kissed my forehead and then the tip of my nose.
"Actually, I just felt like a walk in the snow." I smiled up at him.
"At 4 a.m.? Dressed like a slutty Mrs. Claus?"
"Mhm." I had come here to talk to him. To tell him how I really felt. What we had done was intimate, but I still wanted to tell him. I needed him to know how I felt. "No, not really. God, you make me so nervous."
He laughed.
"I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wait to see you again."
He looked down at me. "I couldn't fall asleep either. Actually, I was about to drive back to your place when I ran into you. That's why I was outside. Except, I had your number, so I was going to call you instead of trying to break a random window."
I laughed. "I didn't think it all the way through. I just really wanted to talk to you."
"Me too." He put his hand on the side of my face. "You asked me if that kiss was real. But you didn't ask me if everything else was."
"I mean, I knew you were just pretending to be my..."
"I wasn't. I meant every word I said tonight. I was such an idiot in high school. I felt the same way about you all those years ago."
"You did not." I laughed. "You don't have to make fun of me. I know, I was such a geek."
"I'm not making fun of you."
I looked up into his eyes. The only things there was sincerity. And maybe desire? Whatever it was made me gulp.
"Julia, I had the biggest crush on you."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Because you're smart and beautiful and way out of my league."
"You're joking, right?"
"I wasn't like you. You had a full scholarship to college. I was just a jock."
"That's not true. You were so great at football. Everyone thought..."
"It was a long shot. Even before I got hurt. But you...you were always going places."
I think he had more faith in me than I had in myself. I thought back on what he had written down about me. He said he fell in love with me the first time he saw me. How was that possible? How had I never known? "In those movies you mentioned, the main characters always fall in love."
"I know. But I already loved you. I was just trying to figure out if you had real feelings for me. I had to know. And you're really hard to read. You said you had a crush on me and I was surprised. I really never knew. I wished I had known."
I sat up and straddled him like I had in the car and put my hands on either side of his face. "I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. Every guy I dated, I compared to you. Which I realize is crazy. Because we never dated. But no one ever measured up to my dreams of you. And I was just having trouble thinking that you could possible love me back. I mean. You're you. And I'm just..."
He leaned forward and kissed me, cutting off my rambling. "And you're amazing."
"I love you, Tucker. I've always loved you."
A door shutting upstairs made us both glance at the ceiling.
"As much as I don't want you to, you should probably get dressed," Tucker said.
I was already up, pulling on my skirt before he had gotten the words out of his mouth.
He sighed and slowly stood up.
I paused as I was hooking my bustier back on. I wasn't sure how I had gotten this lucky. He looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine. It didn't matter what he said. He was way out of my league. I quickly finished hooking my bustier when I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. I was just grabbing my coat to cover up my outfit when a little kid squealed.
"Santa, is that you?"
Tucker laughed and ducked down, hiding behind the couch.
"Tucker, don't you dare..."
"Santa?" The little boy ran over to me. His eyes bulged when he looked up at me. "You don't look like Santa."
Oh my God, what the hell am I supposed to do? I laughed awkwardly and pulled my coat on. "That's because I'm just one of Santa's helpers."
"What do you help with?"
"I tell him when it's safe to come down the chimney. You know, when all the children are asleep."
"Are you an elf, then? Aren't elves short?"
I heard Tucker laugh behind the couch. "Yup, I'm an elf." Why wasn't this kid going back to bed?
"Then what's your name?"
"Umm...Elfington?" I was so bad at thinking on my toes.
"Oh. That makes sense," the boy said.
"Now, you better go back upstairs. Or I'll have to radio the big man and tell him that he can't come down because someone's still awake."
"No! I'll go back to bed!"
"You better hurry."
"Thank you, Elfington!" The little boy threw his arms around my legs and then bolted toward the stairs. As soon as he feet his the stairs, Tucker stood up.
"Elfington the sexy elf? I like that."
I shoved his arm. "How could you leave me alone like that."
"If my nephew saw me talking to you, he'd be asking me questions all day. I was just trying to avoid having to lie to him."
"So you made me do it?"
"I think you pulled it off."
I laughed. "You're the worst, Tucker."
He wrapped his arms around me. "Do you really think I'm the worst?"
"No. I'm pretty sure this was actually the best night of my life."
He smiled. "When my family comes down, I'm going to tell them that you're my girlfriend. And I don't want to have to be pretending."
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"Yes." He smiled at me. "My mom's probably going to mention wanting grandchildren, though, so don't let that freak you out."
I laughed. "I can't believe Tucker Mills is my boyfriend."
"I can't believe that Julia Wild is my girlfriend." He leaned down and kissed me again.
I put my hand on his chest. "But I'm not meeting your family dressed like this."
"Are you sure? Elfington already hit it off with..."
"Please let me go home and change."
He sighed. "I'm going to miss this outfit."
"I'll wear it for you next Christmas."
He smiled. "Already planning for the future? That's a big step."
"Oh. No." I could feel my face turning red. "I just meant..."
"It's okay. I have no intention of ever spending another Christmas without you." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Merry Christmas, Julia."
"Merry Christmas, Tucker."
THE END
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
