All I Want For Christmas

by Hazel Gower

  She stopped inches from me, her breasts almost touching my chest. “I know.” She trailed her fingers up and down my chest before grabbing my hand, turning, and dragging me towards the stations. As soon as she turned, my gaze glued on my favorite thing as it swayed. The tight fabric over the big round globes left nothing to the imagination. I resisted the urge to reach out and squeeze. My cock was so hard it was painful.

  “I can’t wait for you to be my first.”

  I fucking stumbled like a teenage boy at her words. I didn’t need to show her where my station was; she went right to it.

  She let my hand go and sat on the seat. “Is this how you want me?”

  A groan slipped out, and I knew there was no way I could hide my raging boner. I wondered if she knew how bad she was torturing me. I started to think that maybe my Ashlyn wasn’t such a sweet angel.

  I dared not answer. If she wanted a tattoo, I’d give her one. Hell, I’d give her anything she asked for. I was so done for. Right in this moment, I didn’t care that she was my neighbors’ sweet granddaughter, or that she was too young. All I cared about was that by the end of the night, she would be mine. Taking a calming breath in and slowly letting it out, I picked up the stencils and held them before her. They were small, not much bigger than fifty-cent pieces. Clearing my throat, I asked, “So, where are you putting these?”

  Her lips lifted in a grin that should have warned me she was up to something. Her gaze never left mine as her hands went down to the hem of her dress and shimmied the fabric up. Her bare pussy was on display, all pink and puffy. The little tease. I became transfixed, and barely heard her reply.

  “I want the devil here on one side and the angel on the other side.” Her painted red nails pointed to each side of where the hairline of her pussy would start. The little devil. She’d planned this. She’d done this to get my attention. Well, she was going to get it. That and a lot more.

  I dropped to my knees and settled between her tanned thighs. I wasn’t holding back anymore—she was legal, and she would be mine. I was taking what I wanted, and I wanted Ashlyn.

  Her giggle assured me I’d chosen right, and as her lust-filled gaze caught mine, I grabbed her arse cheeks and brought her pussy to my lips, turning her giggling into a squeal. I tasted her, delving my tongue between her folds and basking in her moans. She wiggled against me, and I licked her clit over and over until she ground down onto me. She tasted like fucking ambrosia. Her groans of pleasure had my need rising high. I spread her and slid a finger into her core.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

  Shooting my gaze up, I saw her body arch and her hands grip the armrests. Her eyes were closed, and at that moment, I didn’t think I’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. Tearing my gaze from her face, I went back to stroking her clit with my tongue and added another finger as I sank deeper into her and pumped. I devoured her, enjoying every push she made against me and every moan. Her thighs started to tighten against my shoulders. She was close. She ground herself against me and started to beg.

  “More. Oh, please, I need. I need. Make me cum. Please. Oh, please!” She was so wet, but still so tight that I knew once I took her I’d never want another. Her legs clutched at me, and I felt her body tense as I drove my fingers in and sucked her clit. She came apart, mewling, as her whole body vibrated for a moment before she relaxed.

  I kissed my way up her slick, smooth skin, stopping when I reached her bunched dress. Lifting her up, I took her lips with my own, and smiled against them when she opened. Entering her, I tangled my tongue with hers as I ran my hands down her back and back up again. I slipped the straps of her dress down, moaning into her mouth when her breasts spilled out and into my waiting hands. She gripped my shoulders, and I lowered my hands to rest on her plump arse. Aching with the need to be inside her, I tore my mouth from hers and stepped back enough to lift my shirt off, kick off my shoes, and undo my jeans and shove them along with my boxers down to the floor. Her eyes widened as she took me in, and a loud gasp escaped her lips when her gaze landed on my cock. Was it my size, or my pierced dick? My cock was well above average, and I bet she’d never seen one pierced.

  “You still good, Angel? We can stop if you want. If you don’t want to continue, you can tell me anytime.” I leaned down to brush my lips over hers. “I never want to hurt you.” I caressed her cheek. “I’ve wanted you since you arrived weeks ago.”

  “You have?” she whispered.

  I nodded. “Of course. How could I not? You’re not only beautiful, but you’re so sweet. The way you look after your grandparents and the stories I’ve heard about you from them have painted you as an angel.” She groaned and turned her head from me.

  “I’m not.” This time, I barely caught the words, they were so soft.

  Turning her head, I tilted her chin up. “Oh, Ashlyn, I think today has proven you have a little naughty in you, too.”

  The twinkle in her eyes was unmistakable. “What would you say if I told you I’ve wanted you since I moved here, too?”

  “Angel,” I moaned, before pasting my mouth to hers. I couldn’t believe my luck. This girl, this woman, had come into my shop and taken matters into her own hands. I had been fighting my attraction for weeks, and I didn’t know if I’d have taken a chance. Now I was tasting her. I’d like to think I wouldn’t have passed up this heaven. Fuck, I sounded like a pussy, but as her fingers trailed down my back and she hesitantly palmed my butt, I didn’t give a flying fuck.

  My lips left hers to search out new treasures. I nibbled on her neck, and the mewl I got from her had me thanking every God for the gift I held. She was so responsive. “Your body feels so good,” she rasped. “I love your tats. I’ve always wanted to study them.” Her breathless voice was going to have me coming before we’d even started.

  Stepping back, I smiled down at her. “Your breathy moans and words are turning me on so much that I’m going to blow my load before I even get inside you. Is that what you want? I want to be buried deep when I let loose. I promise we’ll fit.” I gave her my best sexy look.

  She nibbled her bottom lip for a moment before she nodded and slipped her dress off. I took her in, in all her naked glory before me and without a doubt she was the most stunning sight I’d ever seen. Smooth, creamy olive skin with an abundance of curves. “You’re beyond beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” Her cheeks turned red and the color spread. Chuckling, I stepped back to her and brushed my lips over hers. “That makes you blush, but what we did earlier didn’t?”

  She turned from me and mumbled, “I wasn’t naked before you then.”

  Grabbing her chin, I turned her head back and tilted her head up so she gazed at me. I tucked some of her hair behind her ears. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re perfection.” Circling her waist, I lifted her, then sat back on the seat and positioned her so she straddled me. Gazing into her big brown eyes, I lifted her so she hovered over my dick. “We’ll do it this way first, so you can get used to me and take me at your own pace.”

  At her nod, I slowly lowered her down onto me. Damn, she was so tight. I clenched my teeth as she ever so slowly sank down onto me. Her gaze widened, and she stopped with a little more than my tip in and nibbled on her bottom lip. I was sure I was being punished and tortured.

  Moving my hands from her waist, I palmed her breasts before brushing her nipples, circling them a couple of times, and then tweaking them gently. She pushed down on a squeal, and that’s when I felt it. Holy shit. I had to fucking stop this. God damn it. “You’re a virgin?” I growled.

  My hands fell, and she froze. I held her waist and started lifting her off me, but she shook her head frantically. “Wait.” And pushed herself back down. I felt I should lift her off. I needed to stop this. I’d already gone too far. To take her virginity was bad, but especially here at my shop. Her hands came to rest on my chest. “Please. I want this. I want you. I w
ant this with you.”

  Fuck. Her eyes killed me, they were silently begging me. Stay strong. She deserves better. I repeated over and over in my head. She pushed down again until I felt the barrier. “Ashlyn, you don’t want your first time like this. You deserve something special. I want you to have something you’ll be happy to look back on. You deserve roses, chocolates, and a soft bed.”

  She blinked and a blinding smile spread over face. Her fingers started trailing up and down my chest. “This is special. I planned this...with you.” She turned a dark red. “I can have the other stuff later. Pink roses are my favorite.” She winked at me, the little vixen.

  Shaking my head, I grinned, unable to hold back my happiness that she had planned this. “So you came in here intending to lose your virginity?” I pushed her down a little, though not enough to break through; she winced, but didn’t stop me.

  She nodded. “I hoped. It’s why I only wore the dress and shoes. I wanted you to be my first.”

  I shouldn’t. This should have had me stopping and reminding myself why I couldn’t have Ashlyn, but her words had the opposite effect. If I was going to be her first, then I was determined I would be her only. Bringing her head down to me, I captured her lips with my own. I showed her what I’d chosen by taking her mouth with a need that renewed both our passions.

  Ashlyn started rocking, but wouldn’t go down further. Holding her close, I deepened the kiss at the same time as I thrust up through her barrier. Her body tensed around me, and she screamed into my mouth. I pulled back and looked at her. The pain was clear in her eyes, and I kissed away her tears. “I’m sorry, Angel. I got it over with quickly. The pain will go away.”

  She nodded. “It’s okay. It was better that way.” She wiggled around and then her hand went down to feel us together, and then she frowned. “You’re not all in?” I wasn’t. I was half-way inside her, and it was already so snug, I really wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get all of me in her. She swirled her hips and I let her move and get used to me. I stared at her, hypnotized, as her tits bounced and her face lit up when she felt something new. When she started to moan and her pussy slickened, I didn’t know how much longer I could stay still. “Give me more,” she sighed. “I want to try and have it all.”

  At her words, I growled, sat up and pushed my dick all the way home. Her scream rang in my ears as her nails raked my back. Holy mother, nothing had ever felt so tight. My cock was made for her.

  She pushed from me and slid up and slowly down on my dick. “Oh, yes. Braydon. Yes. Yes. Yes. That feels so good.” Her core held me in a vise-like grip, and if there was a heaven, I was in it then. I laid back against the seat and watched her ride me. Her tits bounced and I watched, entranced. I couldn’t control my hands and reached up to play with the bouncing globes. Her breathless sighs and moans skyrocketed my passion, and had me chanting over and over in my head, Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet. Wait until she goes. Wait until she comes.

  Never having been this turned on in my life, I needed to make her come before I spilled my seed and embarrassed myself coming before her. Sitting up, I blew on her pebbled nipples before drawing one into my mouth. Her core pulsed and I grinned against her heated skin. I had her. I swapped breasts, sucking the other into my mouth.

  “Braydon. Oh, yes. Braydon.” She quivered around me as she picked up speed, riding me to her peak. She chanted my name as her core squeezed the life out of me.

  I let myself go, lifting her up before dropping her down. I held her waist and picked up the pace, thrusting in deep each time. She was so wet from coming and her pussy still pulsed around me as I drove up and held on tight. “Ashlyn,” I groaned. Euphoria washed over me as I emptied myself into her.

  Falling back onto the chair, I lazily trailed my fingers up and down her back. “Thank you, Angel. That was amazing,” I rumbled against her neck.

  “Mmmm, that was soooo good. Your um…the um, bar in your… well, it well, it er, rubs and, oh, is it nice.” I chuckled at her rambling about my piercing.

  We sat there and basked in our afterglow. I held her to me and ran my fingers over her silky-smooth skin, taking in every curve. When my cock slipped out, she winced. “I’m sorry, Angel.” Inhaling her vanilla scent, I rested my lips against her forehead. Darting my gaze around for something close to clean up our mess, that was when I felt it, when I realized. Holy shit. I hadn’t worn a condom. How the hell did I not notice? I’d never been in a woman without one. Fuck. A moment of hysteria kicked in, but stopped when Ashlyn sighed and burrowed into me, snuggling tight. I was her first, so she was clean, and I knew I was clean, so really the only thing to worry about was pregnancy. An image of Ashlyn round with my child burst through my mind, and I became hard again. It was something I wanted.

  “You’re hard again. Should you be? Did I not do it right or something?” She sat up and looked down at me, her brows furrowed and her lips turned down in worry.

  Laughing, I edged us off the seat and lifted her up and placed her back on it. “Angel, if you’d done it any better, I’d be in a coma now. I’m ready again because this is what you do to me.” Going over to the cabinet, I got out the wipes and cleaned my dick, wiping off the evidence of her innocence. I got more wipes and gently cleaned her up. She blushed a deep red, which had me chuckling after everything we’d done. When I finished, I dressed in my boxers and jeans. Smiling, I held my hand out to her. She took my offered hand and stood, then I lifted her hands up and slipped my shirt over her. My shirt covered more than the dress she wore had. “You’re so beautiful. All I need to do is think of you, and I can pound nails.” Her giggle was music to my ears, and was quickly becoming my favorite sound.

  Ashlyn

  I wasn’t sure what he’d do now and was surprised when he said, “Wait here a moment. I just want to make sure everything is locked before we leave.”

  “We’re leaving? Does this mean I don’t get my tattoos?” I may have just gotten all I wanted for Christmas, but I still wasn’t sure where I stood. I didn’t want the night to end on us talking and him breaking my heart. I intended to postpone any talk about what we did. Tonight was going to be a night I remembered. No more good girl. My brothers weren’t around to make sure I toed the line. I wanted the tattoos. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.

  His brow raised. “You really want them?”

  Fiddling with the edge of his shirt, I resisted the urge to bring it up to my nose and inhale his intoxicating scent. “I want the tattoos, too.” Wrapping my arms around his waist, I grinned up at him. “I want it all.” Inching up on tip toes, I kissed him. Damn, I loved his lips. “Can I get my tattoos?” I made what I hoped was a sexy pout.

  He lowered his hands to cup my arse. “You’re dangerous. Let’s move to David’s station.” I nodded, following him to the next station. “Do you want them down there still, or was that to just get my attention?”

  I gave him my back and pulled down the shirt at the collar. “I want the angel here, and,” I yanked down the other side to show that side of my shoulder, “the devil here.”

  His laugh was deep and oh, so masculine. Tingles shot down my spine at the sexy sound. “I think these are very significant.” He winked. “Ease the shirt down like a skirt, so I can place the stencils. If you take it off, I don’t know how good my work will be.”

  I did as he asked, and delighted in the agonized groan I heard. I stood waiting for a moment before I felt the alcohol wipes on my skin. He lingered after cleaning my skin, and I felt his breath against my neck for a moment before he went to get the stencils. He placed the two and I turned to the mirror. They were just right. A little over from my shoulder blades. “Perfect. How do you want me seated?”

  “Straddle the chair and get comfortable. These aren’t big, so they won’t take more than a couple of hours. It’s the little details that will take most of the time.”

  Doing as he said, I got as com
fortable as I could, straddling the chair. I was glad they were leather-like because my pussy was snug against the fabric. The shirt covered my arse but didn’t do much else in the position I was in. My stomach fluttered with nervousness. I was excited to get a tattoo, but scared of pain. While I waited for Braydon to get organized, my palms slickened and I started to fidget.

  “We can stop. All you need to do is tell me. I’ll keep checking with you.” He brushed his lips over my neck, and the gesture sent a calming warmth through me. “Remember, I can always do the devil another day.”

  “Thanks. Let’s see how I go.” He kissed the back of my neck again. “I’m ready.”

  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I think because I’d hyped myself up for it to be so painful, I was pleasantly surprised when it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. It was like having bad pins and needles, except not in my foot.

  “So, how long have you had tonight planned?”

  His words had me groaning. I had hoped that he would be too focused to want to talk. Did I tell him that I’d had a crush on him for years? Did I tell him about my fantasies and that we just fulfilled one? Did I tell him that I’d been planning this for months? Or did I try and play it cool? I didn’t think telling him my plan of making him fall for me and us spending the rest of our lives together would have him wanting to see me again. If he found out the extent of my obsession, he might run and hide any time he saw me. I didn’t know any man that wanted a woman to come into his life and practically take over. How many men would be happy to know the woman they’d just fucked was thinking about marriage and babies? No, I needed to take this slow. One good thing about having brothers—I’d seen what men hated and what they just down right ran from. They didn’t like clingy women. No, they liked to think they were in control. “Not long. You’re hot. I wanted an older, more experienced man, so you are, er, were perfect, and David was willing to help.” I hoped my voice sounded carefree.