by Lily Rede
His laugh was cut off as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her, a wet, delicious meeting of lips and tongues and teeth that in no way felt at all meaningless.
NOELLE EVENTUALLY HAD TO breathe, and pulled back, panting. Will rested his forehead against hers, his big hands learning her curves in intimate detail, stroking her waist, her back, cupping her ass, and petting the gentle swell of her belly.
“What you did before – my ex would never – ”
“Never?”
Noelle was shocked. Any sane woman lucky enough to have Will in her bed would be devouring him in greedy bites at the first opportunity. She’d enjoyed every second of his cock in her mouth and couldn’t wait to do it again.
“Vanessa wasn’t that interested in sex.”
“Talk about missing out.” Noelle slid her hands down to squeeze his ass and pull his hips against hers. He sucked in a surprised breath. “Sounds like we’ve both had a dry run of it lately.”
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” Will murmured.
“Anything,” Noelle offered, breathless, “anything at all.”
Heat sparked in his eyes and her pussy clenched. Her fantasy list was pretty long, and she wondered how long it would take to get through all of them. She wondered if he’d meant it about starting over with her. She wondered if she was ready for an actual relationship.
Will didn’t give her time to think about it, but lowered her back to the blanket.
“Hook your hands under your knees and spread yourself for me.”
She swallowed, but nodded, and slowly did as he asked, using her hands to hold her thighs high and wide, giving him what he wanted – her pussy open and on display, waiting for him.
“So pretty,” he murmured, but didn’t touch.
She squirmed under his intense scrutiny.
“Stay still, baby, and let me play.”
He lowered himself over her, braced on rigid arms so that he only touched her with his mouth. Noelle moaned as Will cruised his lips along her collarbone, and then placed a line of kisses down the center of her body to her navel. He spent a few minutes tasting the sensitive little cup before kissing his way north again, flicking first one nipple and then the other with his tongue.
She gasped at the heat that punched straight to her clit.
“Like that?” he asked, and didn’t wait for an answer, but sucked one hard nipple into his mouth.
It was all Noelle could do to hold onto her knees as he nibbled, swirled, and suckled, pulling hot little sounds from her throat.
“God, you do taste like pumpkin pie. All over,” he murmured in wonder, and moved to her other breast.
Noelle couldn’t bring herself to comment. He was driving her crazy, and if he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to melt away like a snowflake in a furnace. Luckily, he didn’t seem to expect a response as he nibbled his way down her body, nipping one spread thigh before soothing the spot with a hot, sucking kiss.
“Please, Will – ”
“Don’t rush me.”
She quaked when he finally settled on his elbows, his breath warm against her sensitive folds, and cupped her ass.
“Sweet little pussy. I’m going to lick it until you scream for me, Noelle.”
Will grinned as she whimpered, and pressed a gentle kiss to her swollen clit before his tongue came out to lick the bundle of nerves. Sensation shot up Noelle’s spine and she dropped her knees to grab his hair as he chuckled, and then set his mouth to her folds, his eyes hot with purpose. Her thoughts fractured as he consumed her, learning her with his lips and tongue and the gentle scrape of teeth. He’d clearly missed doing this, and was making up for lost time, but Noelle wasn’t sure she’d survive his enthusiasm. Her pussy was already pulsing, desperate for relief, and she twisted on the blanket. He didn’t seem to mind, using his fingers to spread her further.
“That’s right, baby. So hot and sweet.”
Noelle’s entire body clenched as she felt his tongue sliding into her tight sheath, and her body imploded, tossed on waves of pleasure that had her screaming out his name as she came, and came, and came. He hummed in approval, stroking her thighs as she came down.
Oh my God.
Noelle barely had time to catch her breath before Will was turning her over and lifting her to her knees.
“Lean on your arms,” he commanded.
The position dragged her nipples along the blanket, and sensation streaked along her nerve endings. Behind her, Will settled between her legs, running caressing hands over her ass.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered, “Can I take you like this?”
He rocked the length of his cock against her pussy, which was still humming with satisfaction, but ready for more.
“Yes.” Noelle nearly added, “please,” but bit her lip just in time.
Will gripped the soft flesh of her ass and spread her cheeks further. One finger slid a spine-tingling path from her clit through clinging, wet folds, to the sensitive pucker of her anus. He rubbed circles that had her moaning, and fresh juices dampening her folds.
“Sweet. Has anyone taken you here?”
“Just…just my vibrator,” Noelle managed.
On nights when her fingers in her pussy and her fantasies weren’t enough. When she needed a harder edge to find relief. She felt him reaching for it, and opened her mouth to tell him that the vibrator wasn’t necessary. He could make her come with a single look. Noelle glanced up and froze at their reflection in the mirror – Will was carefully coating the vibrator with lube, and the hunger in his face was unmistakable. He caught her watching and grinned, rocking his hips to press his cock against her swollen folds. So fucking good.
“How naughty do you want to be, Noelle?”
This playful side of him was going to be her undoing, because she found herself answering his grin and pressing back against him, letting her nipples rub against the blanket. She loved watching his eyes darken with lust.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Setting the slick toy against her anus, Will pressed until the head popped past the tight ring of muscle. Noelle gasped at the initial burn, but already it was easing.
“Relax, baby. Nice and slow.”
Will reached down to stroke her clit as he pressed the vibrator in, deeper than she had ever managed on her own. Noelle whimpered as sensation shot through her. Her pussy wept, empty and aching.
“Need to come?”
She nodded, a little too eager.
Will flicked the vibrator on, and Noelle cried out as fire streaked up her spine. It was too much, and she lurched forward to get away, but he held her fast, gently fucking her with the buzzing toy before lodging it deep in her ass.
“Oh God, I can’t – please – ”
Quickly sheathing himself in a condom, Will centered the fat crown of his cock at her core and started working his way into her tight channel, made tighter by the thick toy that stretched her.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She gulped, panting, the blend of pleasure and pressure and the edge of pain making her dizzy. This was good. Better than good. It was perfect.
“Don’t stop.”
WILL WANTED TO HOWL as pleasure ripped through him. The buzz of the toy rippled up his dick as he worked into Noelle’s soaking pussy in tiny, mind-altering pulses. He wanted to thrust, hard, but she was fucking tight, and he was determined not to hurt her, this generous, incredible woman who writhed below him. At last he was buried to the hilt, his balls cushioned against the wet pad of her pussy. She was breathing hard, grinding her face into the blanket, soft gasps escaping her lips.
“You have to move,” she begged.
Will gritted his teeth and did as she asked, slow and careful at first, then harder, deeper, faster, struggling to hold back, wanting her exploding around him when he took his release. He looked up to catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her face was contorted with pleasure as he fucked her, tears st
reaming down her cheeks.
The tears did him in.
With one last thrust, he hilted in her blistering heat, then nudged impossibly deeper and toppled them both over the edge into orgasm. She cried out his name as she came, ripples of pleasure massaging his dick as her pussy milked him, and he sent up a prayer of thanks and let the ecstasy take them both.
Will collapsed over her, rolling to the side to avoid crushing her. He switched the vibrator off and slowly eased it out of her clenching passage. Then he kissed her wet cheeks and stroked her shuddering body.
“Don’t cry, baby.”
“I’m not crying. Normal people don’t cry over great sex.”
The irritation in her voice had him smiling, but he didn’t stop stroking, burying his face in the nape of her neck. When his heart stopped racing, he carefully separated their bodies and moved away to deal with the condom, returning with a bowl of hot water and a hand towel. Noelle blushed as he cleaned her intimately, moaning as he pressed the hot cloth against her swollen folds. It was a new experience for him, getting to care for a lover like this, and he tucked her into his body, pulling the blanket around them so that they were held together in a warm cocoon.
Noelle squirmed around until they were face to face.
“Are your parents going to freak that you’re dating the help?” Will asked, slightly concerned.
“Nah. I think my mother set us up.”
Will frowned, but before he could question the odd statement, she had tugged him down to kiss him until he forgot what he was going to say. It was a strange beginning to a relationship, but Will had never felt anything so right before, and for the first time in a long time, he could see a bright future ahead – days of good, honest work on the ranch, and then hot nights with Noelle, for as long as he could convince her to make it work.
“Just in case you were wondering,” she murmured, her fingers tangled in his hair, “I think you’re my Christmas present.”
“Does that mean you’re keeping me?”
“Count on it.”
NOELLE HAD TO LAUGH at the sight of Will surrounded by elves. They clambered all over him the moment the two of them had stepped through the North Portal, and the look on his face was one of confusion, childlike wonder, and complete disbelief. For someone who didn’t believe in Santa, had been drowning in bitterness and anger, and had sworn off women, he had come a long way in a short twenty-four hours. There was still a long way to go, but they’d made a great start. For once, she couldn’t imagine ever getting bored, no matter where the future the led them.
Still giggling, she hurried forward to free Will from the grasping little hands. The horde scampered off to inform the village of their arrival.
“You okay?”
Dazed, he nodded, and she kissed him.
“You look really nervous. Do I need to fuck you before you meet my parents?”
He paled.
“Don’t say things like that up here!”
Noelle laughed.
“You’re not scared of them, are you?”
“Your father is Santa Claus, Noelle.” He sounded aggravated.
Feeling naughty, Noelle stroked his cock through his jeans, pleased when he let out a helpless groan.
“If I wind up meeting Santa with a hard-on, you’re going to owe me.”
Noelle snuggled close.
“Are you going to spank me?”
Will squeezed her until she squeaked.
“I’m going to keep a list of all your bad behavior and you can show me how eager you are to make up for being so incredibly naughty.”
“Oh good,” Noelle cooed, holding him even tighter, “We Kringles love lists.”
THE END
MERRY
THE SLEIGH LAUNCH WAS a thing of beauty, and Merry Kringle never failed to get choked up as she waved Santa off into the night, his bag piled high with toys, the flying reindeer eager to break the bonds of Earth. She and her mother watched until the red sleigh was lost to sight while the elves danced around in victorious glee. This was the highlight of yet another year of hard work, and the entire North Pole community was ready to let their hair down and party for a solid twenty-four hours straight. By morning on the day after Christmas, the elves would have had enough and would be going into work withdrawal and raring to get started on next year’s holiday toys.
Mrs. Claus beamed at her youngest daughter, her eyes twinkling.
“Very nicely done, Merry. I knew Santa made the right decision when he put you in charge. This was our best year yet.”
Merry blushed, pleased. After years of clamoring to be given something to do, anything at all, Santa had finally relented and offered to let her manage Toy Production, admitting that elves were a little too excitable for the job. Everything was always either a huge success or a total catastrophe. Merry had been eager to take on the responsibility and prove that she could be professional, efficient, and productive. This was a big moment for her, and she practically wriggled in excitement as the elves swarmed to give her hugs of congratulations, pressing celebratory gumdrops into her hands and pockets.
It was tough being Santa’s youngest. Holly, the eldest, had firmly stepped away from the family business to live a “normal” life in the human world, though Mrs. Claus and the elves excelled at pulling her back into North Pole drama at regular intervals. Ivy was born to be a CEO and had taken charge of Santa’s External Relations Department, helping the ancient organization keep up with the times. Social media was big. Big. Noelle was the troublemaker, but although she and Santa often squabbled over nothing and everything, Merry knew that her father was immensely proud of his daughter’s fierce independence and complete lack of fear, and he trusted her enough to give her Kringle Ranch to manage, where the reindeer lived year-round.
Merry was the quiet one. The predictable one. Like all Kringle Girls, she loved lists, but it was more than that. She loved putting things in their proper place, keeping their little world running efficiently and as calmly as possible, given that she was surrounded by bouncing little magical creatures on a perpetual sugar high. She’d tried to go to college in the human world, but that was a complete disaster, and she’d given up after a semester and completed her studies online instead. Humans were too hard to read. They were loud and aggressive and scary. Elves were cheery and hyper, but consistent. Merry was relieved when her parents accepted her back home without a word, even letting her build a cute little house just outside the village so that she could live as an adult with her own space.
It was a good place to hide.
Merry would often retreat to her little house when friends of the family or visiting dignitaries stopped by. She didn’t want the stares, the puzzled looks, or the questions. She knew she looked different. Not quite human, not quite elf. Her hair was a shiny silver with streaks of pink, and her eyes often changed color, from green to blue to purple, depending on her mood. Slightly pointed ears were definitely elven, but though she wasn’t as voluptuous as Noelle, she had a nice little figure, she had always privately thought – curvy where it mattered.
Not that it mattered.
Lately, Merry had been feeling restless. She knew that Mrs. Claus was anxious to start filling the halls of Kringle Castle with grandchildren, and Merry knew her sisters wouldn’t stand a chance against her mother’s Machiavellian plans. It was just a matter of time, and Glitzy, her mother’s helper elf, was more than happy to spill the beans in exchange for candy bribes. Merry had spent the last few weeks plying the bouncy elf with sugar and listening, fascinated, to her mother’s plan to pair her daughters off. Glitzy was more than happy to get into the gory details.
About everyone except Merry.
No matter how much Merry begged and pleaded and bribed and threatened, Glitzy stubbornly refused to give up even the slightest shred of information about what Mrs. Claus had in store for her. For weeks, Merry had been on edge, watching every male arrival at the North Pole with great suspicion – the stress was killing her,
and the thought of her mother serving her up to some stranger like a romantic hors d’oeuvre filled her veins with ice. The North Pole wasn’t exactly overflowing with eligible bachelors. In fact, the only human male who lived in the community that Merry had any regular contact with was…Ben.
Ben Wilks. There was no way in hell Mrs. Claus would ever set Merry up with Ben Wilks. It wasn’t that she had anything against Santa’s new handyman/stable master/groundskeeper. He was polite and capable and remarkably unfazed by the unending magic that swirled through the North Pole, occasionally opening up butterscotch sinkholes along Main Street or bringing all the tree ornaments to life to wreak havoc on the village until they could be captured with magically reinforced butterfly nets. In a pinch, supernatural or otherwise, Ben was your man.
But not my man, Merry assured herself, sneaking a glance across the square to where Ben was letting a pile of tiny elf children clamber over him, playing King of the Mountain. He was too big, for one thing, tall and muscled, with perpetually tousled black hair and ice blue eyes fringed with ridiculous lashes that didn’t belong on such a prime specimen of manhood. Merry envied how comfortable he looked in his skin, and marveled at the confidence that wrapped around him like a warm coat. When Ben had stepped through the North Portal a couple of months ago, Merry had taken one look at him and fled. He was too everything, and Merry knew she would always feel out of her league. Their brief conversations left her feeling awkward and self-conscious.
And kind of hot.
But what guy would want an eccentric introvert who didn’t quite look human? Merry had no desire to try and make things work in the outside world, and was content with her life. Okay, so maybe she was a little lonely – elves really only had a few topics of conversation. Toys, Santa, Christmas. Sugar. Even so, Merry was never going to be the kind of woman that a sexy, confident man like Ben Wilks would ever look at twice. If Merry were going to wind up with anybody, it would have to be with a meek, nonthreatening, average sort of fellow who understood that Merry wasn’t looking to be overwhelmed or swept off her feet. Surely Mrs. Claus knew that, and wouldn’t do anything to push the poor guy into a disastrous attempt at a connection with her youngest daughter.
