by Lily Rede
Shaking off the serious thoughts, he scooped an ice cube from the glass and stood to lean over her, tracing it along the curves of her lips. Her tongue darted out and he groaned.
“Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to do something?” she demanded.
“You have your fantasies, I have mine,” he grinned, and she glared at him over her shoulder.
Her breath caught as he took the ice cube and slowly trailed it down her spine. She gasped and then whimpered at the shocking lick of cold, and her forehead thumped back down to the desk when he trailed the cube down the crease of her ass and then slowly circled her swollen clit before pressing it deeply inside her tight sheath. She nearly shot off the desk, but he held her down with a firm hand.
“Oh my God – please – ”
Rafe sank to his knees again and, spreading her folds further with one hand, leaned forward to flick her clit with his tongue, a cold little nubbin. The ice was rapidly melting inside her, water streaming down her legs, and Rafe followed the first cube up with a second one.
“Shall I make you come with my mouth? Tell me,” Rafe demanded.
“Yes!” She squirmed under his restraining hand, desperate.
“Say, ‘please Rafe, fuck my pussy with your tongue.”
Obedient and losing it, Ivy complied, “Please, Rafe, fuck my pussy with your tongue. I’ll do anything, I swear – ”
With a tight grin, Rafe leaned in and sucked her clit into his mouth while two fingers slid into her, the coolness from the melted ice blending with her blistering heat. She was tight and wet and already pulsing, and he could eat her for hours. Ivy was desperately rocking her hips, whispering pleas for more.
He knew she couldn’t wait long. Pulling his fingers free, Rafe used his slick middle digit to spread her juices against the cute rosette above, pressing inside just as he let her clit pop free from his mouth, slid his tongue down through her folds, and speared it into her opening.
One thrust, two, and then she was coming, hard, muffling her cry of pleasure against her arm as he steadily tongue-fucked her while he sank his finger in her ass to the palm.
Fucking beautiful. She was like a winter flame under his hands, her taste addictive and heady, the tight passage of her ass a seductive tease. His cock throbbed as she shuddered under his ministrations. When she finally started to calm, he eased away from her body with a last, lingering swirl of his tongue around her clit, and then sat back to nip her ass with his teeth, soothing the little bite with a warm lick.
“That was…incredible,” Ivy managed, her voice throaty and satisfied as Rafe eased her up to sit on the desk again. She blushed as his eyes raked her body, naked save for his necklace and those decadent heels.
“This is a good look for you,” he teased.
“You’re still dressed,” she complained.
“Would you like to undress me?”
“Oh, yes.”
IVY CRINGED AT THE eagerness in her voice, but couldn’t help the tremor that snaked through her as he shrugged off his jacket, placed his hands lightly on her waist and just waited, expectant. Her body thrummed with satisfaction and greedy anticipation, though she still couldn’t believe she’d let Rafe spread her, fill her pussy with ice cubes, and then make her come with a talented tongue and a thick finger in her ass. In a million years she never would have thought up something so delightfully dirty, and she was quickly realizing that her occasional self-pleasure with her slim fingers was no match for his erotic torture. The man took the concept of foreplay to a new level, and Ivy had a feeling that no one else would ever measure up. She only realized that her hands were shaking as the buttons on his fine linen shirt refused to cooperate.
“Dammit,” she muttered as one popped off under her less-than-patient fingers.
Rafe chuckled, stroking the curve of her waist.
“It’s not one of my favorites,” he assured her, amusement and lust warring in his voice, “and there’s no hurry. Ivy, look at me.”
Even if the mistletoe hadn’t compelled her to obey, his tone would have made her look up, and when she did, the hunger in his whiskey-colored eyes swamped her.
“You can’t do anything wrong here, got it?”
She nodded, his reassurance grounding her enough to attack the rest of his buttons. In moments, Rafe’s shirt was shoved down to his elbows and she finally, oh finally had her hands on him, greedily exploring slabs of hard muscle and warm skin dusted with dark hair. He tensed as she learned every tight inch of him.
When did he find time to work out? But it was clear that he did, and Ivy didn’t take even a moment to second guess herself as she leaned forward to nibble the flat disc of his nipple with sharp teeth. He must have liked that, because his hands gripped her harder, pulling her stomach against his cock. His head fell back as she continued her exploration of his chest with her mouth.
“Did you skip dinner again?” he bit out.
“You taste good,” she murmured, bending to taste the ridges of muscle down his torso.
“Then by all means, feel free to eat your fill.”
The provocative words were accompanied by a seductive roll of his hips, and her breath caught.
Could she? It was one of Ivy’s favorite fantasies – Rafe trembling under her touch, his body hard and eager and at her mercy as she pleasured him with her mouth. He went stock still as she slipped to her knees. She wasn’t about to tell him she’d never done this before, though she was sure he’d figure it out.
Slowly, she undid his belt and the hook of his trousers, and then carefully slid the zipper down over the startling bulge. Underneath, his thick erection tented fine silk boxers. Fascinated, Ivy traced the long length of him to his base, and he groaned. She reached for the waistband of his boxers, tugging them and his pants down to his ankles, with nothing to impede her view of the luscious equipment between his thighs. Thick and flushed, springing long and eager from a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair, his cock was mouthwateringly hard, the balls drawn up tight below. Ivy’s clit throbbed just looking at him.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered, suddenly worried about screwing this up. Badly.
“Shit, Ivy, anything you want.”
The anxiety on her face must have shown, because he shook his head ruefully.
“I’m definitely going to Hell for this one. Wrap your hands around me, nice and tight.”
Ivy felt relieved to have the burden of figuring it out on her own taken away from her. She did as he asked and felt the warmth of instant gratification as he groaned at her touch.
“Fucking soft hands. That’s right, princess, squeeze. Just like that.”
He rocked into her grip with a slow, easy motion, and the little drop of fluid that beaded on the head of his cock tempted her. Ivy panted, staring at it. Rafe swiped the bead with his thumb and smeared it along her lower lip.
“Taste,” he ordered, and she hurried to comply, moaning as his Rafe-and-salt flavor exploded on her tongue, sexual and decadent.
“Did you like that?”
She nodded.
“Lick the head. I want to feel your tongue. And push your hair back over your shoulders so I can watch your tits while you taste me.” He shuddered as she did as he asked, and, growing more confident, her hands continued to stroke, one slipping down to test the weight and feel of his balls as her tongue flickered and teased.
“Mmm…” she murmured, getting lost in the taste and feel of him. This was better than she had ever imagined, and her insides wriggled as she watched him struggling to hold it together. Experimentally, she opened her mouth, taking the fat crown inside.
Oh yes, much better. He was smooth and hot and shockingly male, and she wanted everything he had to give her. His hands flew to thread through her hair, and his hips started to move, fucking her mouth with careful, barely-controlled strokes as she sucked eagerly.
“God, you kill my control.”
Could she make him come in her mouth? Ivy wriggled at t
he thought of that loss of control, but all too soon he was pulling back. She moaned in disapproval as he freed his cock from her clinging lips.
“I wanted you to come,” she pouted, and he groaned.
“Believe me, I will, but this first time, I want to come in your hot little pussy.”
He helped her to her feet and for a second, they both looked down at his dick, throbbing and huge from her sucking, the head flushed almost purple.
“Hurry,” Ivy whispered.
RAFE’S HANDS WERE SHAKING, his body on fire as he dragged one of the visitor’s chairs forward and pulled Ivy’s body down to straddle his. He’d been careful, so careful to go slowly, to assess her reactions at every step along the way, to invite rather than command, but her eager sexuality, her willingness to do anything, anything he asked of her was quickly driving him to a point of absolute madness. He’d been worried that she would balk at some of his more extreme sexual fantasies, but now he wondered if he should worry about not having enough of them. He relived the feel of her curious tongue on his cock and groaned, snugging her pussy up against his cock.
“Are you on the Pill?” he asked, relieved when she nodded.
“I don’t have any condoms, but I’m clean, I swear. If I had known I would be fucking you tonight, Miss Kringle, I would have been better prepared.”
She blushed, even after everything they’d done and would do, and he felt his heart melt a little. Despite all the kinky sexual play, she still looked like a fucking fairy princess. This fairy princess was clearly spreading her wings. With a naughty grin she cupped her breasts, lifting them as she plucked the sweet nipples.
“Would you…would you suck them again?”
The hot little question shot straight to his groin, and he pounced, suckling her tight crests as he head fell back, her hair brushing his thighs, and her hips rocked against him, her pussy hot and wet and oh-so-ready for cock. When she was panting and pleading, Rafe lifted her and fitted his crown between her meltingly soft folds against the molten opening. Heat thrummed through his veins, his body pounding for her as she clutched his shoulders, poised at the point of no return.
“Yes or no?” Rafe got the words out, but barely. He’d die if she pulled away, but there was no way he was going to take her under duress. She wriggled, trying to get him to penetrate her, but he held his body and hers rigidly in check.
“Rafe, please – ”
“That’s not an answer, princess.” He swatted her ass, watching the heat flare in her eyes. Maybe later he’d spank her for real. He bet she’d enjoy that. He certainly would.
“Did you have to take lessons on how to be such an asshole? Or do you come by it naturally?” she complained, her juices spilling over the head of his dick in a hot caress.
Rafe grinned and leaned forward to sample the pulse that beat wildly in her throat.
“I don’t want to be banished to Upper Siberia because one of your sisters thinks I took advantage of you. I want it to be absolutely clear that despite the mistletoe, the only reason you’re here is because you want to stuff that sweet pussy with my cock and ride until you’ve wrung me dry.”
He nipped her collarbone, hiding his smile at her gasp as he nudged her with his dick.
Sweet little innocent. It would take a while to fully debauch her.
She grabbed his attention by scraping sharp nails down his abdomen.
“Rafe Allen,” she ordered, “if you don’t fill me up and fuck me right this instant, I’m going to replace you with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a vibrator.”
“Together? I’d pay to see that,” he teased, but let her slowly slide down, the wide head parting her slick folds. She bit her lip as his thick length impaled her, a fragment at a time.
“Is this what you want?” His voice was rough.
Her nipples were tight, flushed, and quivering as she wriggled to take more of him.
Delicious.
“This is exactly what I want.”
IVY HAD NEVER FELT anything like it, the hot, hard flesh filing her up, Rafe’s strength and heat surrounding her, his eyes filled with hunger. She felt wicked and warm and willing to do anything he wanted, mistletoe be damned. Her eyes widened as his shaft continued to part her – huge and throbbing inside. She felt impaled, crammed full as his balls nudged her from beneath, and she clutched his shoulders for balance.
“Now, princess,” Rafe murmured, “Show me how you’ve always wanted to fuck me.”
It was an order, but precisely what Ivy wanted anyway, so she started moving, slowly at first, her knees pressed to his hips on the chair for leverage. Pleasure shot through her at the friction as her tender flesh dragged along his cock as she rose up, and then fresh sensation sparked as she slid down again. Through it, Rafe’s jaw was tight, his hands gripping her hips, but lightly.
“Is this okay?” Ivy asked, mildly anxious.
“Any better and I’m going to need an ambulance,” Rafe muttered.
Encouraged, Ivy picked up the pace, and soon she was riding him full tilt, his hips thrusting up against hers.
KNOCK KNOCK. The unexpected rap at the door had Ivy freezing in horror, but Rafe just fucked her harder.
“We’re in a meeting!” he roared.
Ivy started giggling. She couldn’t help it, and Rafe glared at her.
“I’m dying here and you’re laughing.”
Rafe reached for his belt on the floor, the move pressing him inside her in a way that made her laugh catch in her throat. He didn’t bother to ask, but caught one hand and then the other behind her back. In moments, she was tied fast, her breasts thrust forward. She knew her eyes were wide and uncertain, but he swiveled his hips, pulling a whimper from her throat at the sharp sensation.
“Now, where were we?”
Holding her steady, he started moving, a smooth, controlled movement that quickly escalated to jerky, powerful thrusts. Her breasts bounced every time he hilted, and he licked a path between them before wrapping his arms around her to crush her to his chest, bringing his mouth within a breath of hers as he drove her higher and higher.
Rafe reached a hand between them to stroke her straining clit. As she detonated under his capable hands, he followed her over with a shout, muffled in her throat as he pumped warm, wet jets of come deep inside her. She was still shuddering when he lifted his head to consider her with those incredible eyes, which were filled with sexual satisfaction and heat, and something more serious.
“It’s not midnight yet, but I think I’m in love with you, Ivy,” he murmured.
And then he kissed her.
IT WAS ALL OVER the moment Rafe felt Ivy’s lips move against his, her sweet little tongue shyly tangling with his. He was keeping her, even if it meant hanging mistletoe from every available surface. Assuming she agreed, of course. Her hot little body was still pressed against him, his cock filling her up, unwilling to leave the sweet paradise between her legs. Finally, needing air, he pulled back.
The play of emotion on her face ranged from exhilaration to wary confusion to satisfaction and back. Rafe busied himself untying her hands.
“You don’t have to say that,” she finally ventured.
“And you don’t have to say it back,” he replied, “at least, not yet.”
He kissed the tip of her nose.
“I just wanted to put it out there so that you didn’t walk away from tonight thinking that this was it.”
“Oh.”
She had nothing else to say at the moment, but Rafe’s worries were soothed when she nestled her head under his chin and sighed softly as he stroked her back from the top of her spine to the sweet curves of her ass.
“I need a shower,” she noted absently.
“How about a bubble bath? With me in it?”
Ivy smiled slowly.
“Think anyone will miss us if we take off?”
“Do I care?”
Rafe carefully lifted her from his cock, steadying her as she wobbled. She picked up her dress
and made her way into the attached washroom, treating him to a view of her ass in motion that had his tired cock thinking about round two. When she emerged a few minutes later, she looked fresh as a daisy, while he had only managed to sling his clothes back on. His shirt was missing a button, his tie was wrinkled and tearstained, and his hair was mussed. Ivy was aghast.
“They’re going to know we were having sex!”
“Princess, most of them think we’ve been having sex for months. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay!”
Ivy’s sense of propriety was horrified, and Rafe was amused – apparently she had no problem being his little sex snow fairy in private, but in public would always remain the formidable and coolly elegant Miss Kringle. Fine with him. Except…
“You’re not ashamed to be with me, are you?” After all, her family kept a fucking list of his transgressions. What if he was on the Naughty List? Could she live with that? Suddenly, Rafe was worried.
But she surprised him again, by pressing up against him, one hand coming around to squeeze his ass.
“Why don’t you come to dinner tomorrow night? Meet my parents and my sisters? They’ve been wondering about you anyway, since we started working together.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just don’t mention mistletoe and you’ll be fine,” she smiled, “I would read my mother the riot act, but I don’t want to get Glitzy in trouble for telling me.”
“Glitzy?”
“You’ll meet her, too. She’s an elf. Bring her some chocolate and she’ll love you for life.”
“I love a woman who is easy to please.”
They started for the door, hand in hand.
“I still need to get you a gift.”
“I think I’ve gotten plenty from you already tonight, Miss Kringle.”
“Why don’t we go online and I’ll let you pick out a few toys for me? I wouldn’t want anyone else showing me how to use them.”
She reached for the doorknob, but got distracted when he pinned her against the door, his mouth hot and eager on hers. She eased back, laughing.
