All I Want For Christmas

by Hazel Gower

  “Oh, God! Oh, Braydon. Braydon. Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted over and over as I shattered.

  Braydon nibbled his way up my body, the little bites helping my euphoria last longer. When he reached my breasts, he sucked one pointed nipple into his warm, wet mouth, repeating his taste with the other breast. I clutched his hair tighter as he played and sucked on my breasts, heightening my need again. My skin was still sensitive from the intense orgasm I’d had, and I didn’t know if I’d last long with how he made me feel. I wanted to make him hot, too. I wanted to explore him.

  Yanking on his hair, I pulled him back so he looked at me. “I want to do some exploring of my own. Let me play. It’s my turn now.”

  His sexy lips spread into a devastatingly cheeky smile. I let his hair go and traced his lips, giggling when he nipped at the pad of my fingers.

  “Anything you want, Angel.” He stood and jumped onto the bed, turning my giggle into a laugh as I bounced and he groaned. “I love your tits. They bounce beautifully.” He settled himself in the middle of the bed and crooked his finger. “I’m all yours.”

  Oh, yes, he was. I prowled up the bed and loved the flare of lust blazing in his eyes as I came to rest, straddling him. I looked up the length of his body and sighed in contentment, knowing it was all mine. He wasn’t bulky or hugely muscular, but fit enough to be well defined. Tattoos covered his legs, arms, and some of his stomach. They all looked really well done. I couldn’t see a dud. I ran my fingers over him, tracing a skull and then following that to a motorbike. There were a couple of pin-ups, and a few different stars. The tree fascinated me the most. It looked like it was dying, but then as I looked closer, I saw the green leaves threaded into it, like it was coming back to life. “This one, does it mean anything?” I caressed a leaf as it fell to the floor.

  “Yeah, I had it done when I came back from thinking I was done for. I wasn’t a good kid, and I was an even worse teenager. I rebelled at everything. My parents tried, they really did, but I got out of control. I stole their car and went for a joy ride, and I crashed it into a tree. Let’s just say I was lucky to walk away with barely a scratch. The car was towed. I was sent away to get help, but I ran.” He closed his eyes. “By the time I’d realized I’d made a terrible mistake, I was too scared to go back to my parents.” His eyes opened, and they were the lighter blue again. “I met Ben. He saw my drawings. Pure luck, he sat next to me on a bench. He introduced me to tattoos. I went to his shop. Started at the bottom and worked my way up.”

  I kissed the tree before I gazed up at him. “I’m glad Ben found you. I can’t wait to meet him.”

  His hands hooked underneath my arms, and he heaved me up and captured my lips. The kiss was so sweet, and it had some deep emotions in it. He was trying to tell me something. I let him. I sank into it, letting him put everything into it. My heart soared when I caught on to what he was saying. He was coming to love me. By the time he pulled away, I was on a high.

  “You’re so perfect. I tell you all that, and you don’t run or leave me. You tell me you can’t wait to meet my friend, my mentor.”

  I ran the pads of my fingers over every ridge, crevasse, and bump. “All this has made you who you are today. You’ve lived and learned.”

  “Fuck, I’m so lucky,” he moaned, and took my mouth again.

  If he continued, I knew I’d never get to play. I tore my lips from his and smiled down at him. “I never got to play. Let me have my fun.” He groaned, but nodded.

  I inched down him, brushing my lips over every part of his body. I loved feeling the different textures of each contour of his body. The farther down I went, the tighter his body became. By the time I settled between his thighs, he was stiff as a board. His cock was a good eight, maybe nine inches. The barbell was just under his mushroom head. I wrapped my hand around him and pumped his cock once, twice, and a third time, before running my fingers along the veins. His groans told me I was doing it right, so I kept exploring. Hovering over him, my tongue came out to circle the bulbous head before moving down to follow where my fingers had been minutes before. I cupped his balls and gently rolled them in my palm.

  Gazing up to gauge his reaction, my chest fluttered, and I smiled as I saw lust flaring in his eyes. Wanting a taste, I licked up his cock and took his dick inside inch by inch. I gripped his base as I opened wide and took him in until I could go no further. I tried not to gag and relaxed my muscles as he filled me. Slowly I circled my tongue and sucked as I pumped my hand. It wasn’t easy as he was so big, but his grunts and moans egged me on.

  “Fuck, Ashlyn, that’s beyond amazing,” he rasped.

  I hummed my thanks, and he bucked up at the vibration. I pulled on him, and he bucked again. I choked, and pulled back for air. Taking a deep breath, I slowly let it out before I took his member back into my mouth. This time I felt Braydon tangle his fingers in my hair and guide my head to suck him at his pace, which got faster and faster. I felt his legs around me quiver and I knew he was close to blowing his load.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, Angel. Fuck.” He yanked at my hair, pulling me off him. “I want to come in your tight cunt. I want it to squeeze and milk every drop from me.” He used my hair to pull me up and flipped me onto all fours. “Fuck, yeah. I have dreamed of this. Fucking you while I watched your arse bounce on my dick.” His words had me dripping with need, and I groaned as his cock trailed back and forth, spreading my juices and teasing my clit. I pushed back on him when he passed my entrance, and the head sank in. He rocked back and forth, only letting the tip sink in and pull back out again. My stomach clenched and tingled.

  “Move. Please. Take me now. No more teasing. Please,” I begged, as he continued his torture of not giving me all of him.

  “You just feel so damn good. I’m trying to make it last,” he grunted, and then in one quick movement that had me screaming with pure pleasure, he rammed his cock in deep. I mewled as sensations bombarded me as he pulled out and pushed back in. In that position, every thrust hit a spot I thought was a myth, until I met Braydon. The G-spot. “You’re so tight. You feel fucking amazing. I could fuck you forever. I’m never letting you go.”

  I nodded, because frankly, right then I’d have agreed to just about anything. He pounded into me and I pushed back, enjoying the feel of his hands gripping my arse. My passion built with each deep stroke of his cock into me.

  My body vibrated, and I spread my legs farther apart. His hands left my arse, but a moment later I squealed when his hand came down and slapped one globe, and then the other. Heat flooded through me, and I squeezed his dick, ready to come.

  “Oh, fuck. Do that again, Angel.” This time, he swatted me twice on each cheek. I heard his satisfied grunt before he pulled almost all the way out until just the tip touched my pussy, then he drove forward.

  Holy mother god. I was sure my eyes crossed as he drove back in. My arse cheeks still tingling, I clenched around him, and clung to the sheets as his thrusts started to become almost frantic. I tried to meet his pace, but he pistoned into me so fast, I started panting for breath. My tightly coiled body was ready to explode. I was so damn close to reaching my bliss, but his onslaught was throwing too many sensations at me.

  “Braydon,” I panted. “I’m going to shatter. Give it to me harder.”

  He growled and pounded into me with deep strokes. His cock hit just the right spot every time, the magical place over and over. His hand came down on my arse again, and I let go, screaming at the top of my lungs as the most intense orgasm ever washed over me. I fell over the edge and shattered into a million pieces as euphoria seeped into every pore.

  “Fuck, yeah. Milk my cock. Take it. Take it all,” Braydon roared as he thrust into me one last time and stilled, collapsing onto my back. I eased down onto the bed and Braydon moved us to the side, his cock slowly slipping out.

  “Mmm, I’m just going to close my eyes for a moment.” He brushed my hair to the s
ide, and his lips caressed my back.

  “Have a rest. I’ll clean you up when I can move.”

  “Mmm,” is all I managed before I drifted off.

  * * * *

  Braydon

  A couple of my friends were coming around to help me put up all the Christmas things. I knew the real reason they were coming around wasn’t to help me, but to meet Ashlyn. The last couple of days they’d asked me to meet them after work for drinks, but I’d declined. It wasn’t a hard choice: spend my evening with my woman, or go drink beer and listen to bragging about who they fucked and what they’d done over the weekend. Tuesday, I’d enjoyed my day snuggling with Ashlyn, talking and getting to know one another more. We even went swimming in my pool. I’d hated that she left and didn’t stay the night.

  Wednesday, I messaged Ashlyn, telling her to let herself in and have breakfast before we went to work. We missed breakfast and were late for work, but it was worth it. Once my appointment saw the reason why I was late, he asked why I even turned up to work at all. Ashlyn had turned red, and I loved watching her blush so much so that I considered doing just what the guy had suggested.

  Ashlyn stayed until closing on Wednesday, and we went and had dinner at a local bistro. I clung to her and snarled at all the lust-filled gazes she earned, which had her giggling all night. She was turning me into a possessive he-man.

  This morning, she bounced into the house, and I’d marched her straight back to her grandparents’ to change. Her dress was bright and colorful, but she wore no bra and her tits were too big not to have support. And to top it off, the dress barely covered her big arse. My dick hardened the instant I laid eyes on her. “No fucking way, Angel. Go back and change.”

  The pout she gave me had my cock leaking pre-come. I shifted in my jeans as they became uncomfortable. “But it’s hot, and I’m behind the desk most of the day.”

  My shop was casual, but I wasn’t having most of my customers drooling over her and not wanting work done because they wanted to stay in the reception area to stare at my woman. “I don’t care. You. Are. Not. Wearing. That.” Grabbing her arm, I pushed her toward the door and walked her back to get changed.

  David worked the late shift on Thursday and closed my shop. I left at five. The other receptionist I’d had stayed back until closing time, but not Ashlyn. She stayed with me, no matter how much she argued.

  “David said he can give me a lift home.”

  “No.” I crossed my arm over my chest.

  “It’s part of the job. The other receptionist you had stayed ba—”

  “You aren’t like the other.”

  She glared at me, but I wasn’t giving in to her. “Isn’t that a good thing? Because if it is, I should stay and hel—”

  “I said no. You’re coming home with me. David can handle it. Steve is booked, but here if needed and so is Aiden, too. They’ll survive without anyone. So, let’s go now.”

  Her huff and lift of her chin as she stormed by me had me grinning in anticipation of getting my hands on her and working out her frustration with me.

  My friends were waiting for us, though, when I pulled up into the driveway. I didn’t miss the widening of their gazes when Ashlyn stepped out of my car. Not only was she young, but she was cute and hot as hell. Her hair had fallen out of her messy bun and hung down her back. She’d put a bra on, but the summer hippie dress she wore clung to her. She wore flats to work, so she barely reached my shoulders.

  “Why, hello. Who might you be?” Todd winked at Ashlyn and held out his hand.

  “Mine,” I snarled, snatching Ashlyn’s hand before she could shake his. Her sigh was loud, but she leaned against me. My friends all laughed.

  Ian smirked. “You going to introduce us, or do you need to piss around her too, to make sure we stay away? We are here at your request to help.”

  Ashlyn’s peal of laughter calmed me. I took deep breaths of her vanilla scent before I answered my friend. “The winking idiot is Todd and Ian is the one who thinks he’s so funny. Riley’s the big tall one, and Carter is the redhead.”

  “Hi. Nice to meet you all. I’m Ashlyn Denver. I live next door, and apparently I’m his.” Her head jerked back towards me.

  “Not apparently. You are,” I mumbled, which only caused my friends to laugh again.

  “Nice to meet you. You must be the reason we haven’t seen Braydon.” Carter didn’t bother to hold his hand out as he spoke.

  Ashlyn spun in my embrace. “I hope you didn’t bail on them because of me. If you need to go out, you don’t have to stay with me.”

  “Angel, I didn’t need to go anywhere. Trust me, I’d rather spend my nights with you than gaze at all these ugly mugs.”

  “Fuck you,” Todd snapped. “You must be referring to the others, because I’m too pretty to be in with that lot.”

  Ashlyn turned back around.

  “Hey, I’ll have you know, redheads are back to being the hottest commodity,” Carter added.

  “Ha, you’re just worried if she saw us she would have changed her mind about you and came after us,” Ian puffed his chest out.

  Ashlyn giggled, and I shook my head at my friends. “I’ll leave you boys to catch up, then.” She stepped out of my embrace and started towards her grandparents’.

  “We’re here to help make the houses Christmas central.” Riley’s quiet voice stopped her.

  The smile that spread across her face turned her from hot and sexy to stunning and irresistible. It lit up her whole face and her eyes sparkled with her happiness. If I had known what she was about to do, I would have stopped her, but she threw herself at each of my friends, hugging them. “Thank you so much. I love Christmas.”

  When she finished, they all had the same dazed, sappy look, each choking out some reply of anytime, no problem, or happy to help.

  When she bounded off to her grandparents’ house, I snarled as they all watched her arse. “Stop looking at my future wife’s arse.”

  All their heads shot back to me, and Todd frowned. “You barely know her.”

  “I just know she’s it. I knew the moment she knocked on my door weeks ago, I was going to make her mine.”

  “You’re talking like in a year or so?” Ian added.

  I shook my head. “No way. I’m not waiting that long. I’d marry her tomorrow if I knew she’d say yes.”

  “You sure?” Riley asked.

  “Never been more sure of anything in my life. This last week has been the best I’ve had for as long as I can remember. The more I learn about her, the more I fall for her.” I shrugged. “When you know you’ve found the one…You just know. I feel it here.” I pounded my chest over my heart.

  “Righto, then. We’ll support you. Personally, I think she’s way too good for you.” Ian elbowed me, and I punched his arm.

  “Fuck you.” I laughed, and a weight I hadn’t known was there lifted. If my friends supported me and didn’t care about our age difference or how little we’d known each other before I’d dove in, I knew I wouldn’t care what anyone else thought. I would get her a ring tomorrow. I wanted her with me all the time. No more going to her grandparents’ to sleep.

  Ashlyn

  It was getting closer to Christmas. I needed to tell my parents and brothers about Braydon, but I spent almost every spare moment I had with him. We’d been together and I’d been working at his shop for almost three weeks. He’d given me the day off so I could go shopping with my friends, and I’d had a ball spending way too much money on Christmas presents. Lena and I had met our friends in Sydney, and she was dropping me at my parents’ place. My stomach tumbled and my palms were sweaty as I nibbled on my bottom lip until it hurt. I was so nervous.

  “You sure he’s worth this?” She held a hand up before I could berate her. “Now that I’ve officially met him, I can say he’s a good guy, and I speak for the girls, too, w
hen I say we like him. He treats you like a princess, and you can’t miss that he’s crazy about you, but are you sure you’re ready for everything a man his age could want? Are you ready for him to meet your crazy brothers as more than just a neighbor, but your man?” I loved Lena; she never sugar-coated anything and was always honest.

  I had a simple answer for Lena. “I love him.”

  “Yes, you’ve been in love with him for years, blah, blah, but this is real. Once you tell your parents and brothers, there is no going back to just neighbors or even friends.”

  “No, Lena, I’m in love with him. Not the silly school-girl crush love I’ve had for him for years, but the all-consuming, wouldn’t want to live without him, love. The love where you fall a little more every day. The love where you do and say silly things just to see their face light up and hear their laugh.”

  “Wow.” She was quiet for a while, and I watched us getting closer to my parents’ place. “I truly am happy for you, Ash.” She winked. “I mean, the girls and I talked after we visited you earlier this week and swam in his pool. We decided if we found a guy with the size equipment yours has, we’d never leave. Damn girl, we only saw the outline in his board shorts, but how the hell does he fit?”

  Groaning, I buried my face in my hands as my face heated. “Lena, stop.”

  “What?” she said in a high-pitched, innocent voice. “I wouldn’t be embarrassed if I was you. Damn, I’d parade him around like show pony.”

  Unable to help the image popping into my head, I burst into laughter. “I love you, Lena.” My best friend always knew what to do to calm me. By the time we arrived at my parents’ house, I wasn’t so queasy, and I’d stopped nibbling on my lip. “Thanks so much for the lift.” I kissed her cheek and hugged her. “I’ll pop by tomorrow and pick my things up I bought today.”