by Lily Rede
Shock and excitement raced up Merry’s spine, but she didn’t have a response. Instead, she brought her slick fingers up to his mouth with a breathy, “Taste.”
He licked her clean, sucking her fingers the way he’d suck her clit, and Merry nearly came right there.
“Stroke your clit, sweetheart, pretend it’s my tongue making you so nice and wet.”
Merry whimpered, pressing her ass back against him as she complied, teasing her most sensitive flesh, the tension building higher and higher, double because she knew he was watching her, enjoying her show.
“Slide your fingers inside, Merry, and fuck yourself with them. In a little while I’m going to fill you up with hard cock, which is what you want, isn’t it?
“Yes,” she wrenched out, two fingers pumping between her thighs, the tension coiling tighter, unbearable.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Merry Kringle,” Ben muttered, his teeth lightly scraping her throat, and just like that, she came, exploding into white hot fragments as stars glittered behind her eyes and her whole body spasmed with pleasure that went on and on and on.
BEN GRITTED HIS TEETH and managed to hold it together and not follow Merry over, though it was close. She was a flame in his arms, her eyes so purple they were almost black. Having her on him, over him, but not really being able to touch her was the most erotic, tortuous thing he could have imagined. Merry was one surprise after another.
He had a few surprises in store for her, too. There was no way he was letting her go in the morning. If he had to sleep on her doorstep for the next fifty years to convince her, that’s what he would do. He’d already been half in love with her for weeks, but now he had hard evidence that there was the added bonus of a hungry, sensual woman inside Merry Kringle’s timid outer shell, and the thought of her working out that sexual tension with anyone but had a snarl building in his chest.
Not going to happen.
He pressed kisses against her throat until she calmed, and felt his heart clench as she pulled her fingers free from her own soft flesh and snuggled up against him, her fingers tracing a path along his sternum.
“Your turn,” she murmured, and before he could process it, she was slithering down between his thighs, her incredible, pink-tipped breasts cuddling his cock as she sank to her knees. Ben’s voice deserted him as Merry fumbled blindly with his belt buckle, her mouth busy pressing kisses along the ridge of his erection through his jeans, lightly scraping her teeth along the head through the cloth. He choked on a groan.
“Wait.”
Merry paused, stroking his shaft. He took a few deep breaths, and then continued.
“Let me go.”
She pulled back, frowning.
“You want to stop?”
“Hell, no,” Ben growled, struggling to keep it together, “But this first time I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her expression cleared, and he waited for her to move to free his wrists, but she just sat there on her knees, her wild hair tumbling around her, looking like an exotic sex fairy sent to pleasure him.
Which was not far from the truth.
Suddenly, the ropes gave of their own accord, and he was free.
He raised an eyebrow.
“That’s a handy little piece of magic.”
“Elf princess, remember?”
Outside, the storm howled, which matched Ben’s mood perfectly – he felt restless and out of control, desperate to fill her up and make her scream his name. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, scrabbling for the one and only condom he carried.
Merry laughed.
“You carry a wallet? At the North Pole?”
Ben frowned. Yes, it did seem a little silly.
“Force of habit,” he said, and then without ceremony, he shrugged the open shirt off his shoulders, kicked off his boots, and jerked his jeans off his legs in thirty seconds flat. Merry was still on her knees, but now he was naked, and she had a close-up view of the hard flesh that was eager for her touch. Ben froze as she traced the head with gentle fingers.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.
That’s right, she’s a virgin, he reminded himself. Not at all surprising given her wariness and isolation, but Ben felt damn lucky that he was her first. He’d be her last, too, if he could convince her. He vowed to go slow and not scare or hurt her in any way.
Merry’s soft lips testing the wide crown had Ben sucking in a sharp breath. He was painfully hard, and her curious, inexperienced caresses were going to have him sinking into her mouth and coming down her throat if he didn’t get a hold of himself. She lapped a bead of precum from the tip and then nuzzled the base, one hand cupping his sac and lightly scraping with sharp fingernails. Delightful chills exploded through Ben’s body – he had to stop her before he humiliated himself.
“Come up here, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”
He helped her to her feet and didn’t waste any time, propelling her back against the smooth wood of the stable door and hiking her long legs around his waist. The sharp heels dug into his ass – perfect. Merry was breathing hard, wide-eyed and excited. Ben savored her gasp as he lifted her higher to suck one hard nipple into his mouth. Oh yes.
“Ben!”
“Right here.”
He cupped her ass and rubbed her clit against the ridges of his abdomen as he licked and sucked and nibbled. When she was panting, writhing, and close to begging, he slid two fingers deep inside her tight sheath and murmured, “Explode for me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you cock.”
I could watch her come all day, he thought as she shrieked and did as he asked, shuddering around his fingers and scoring his shoulders with her sharp nails.
While she clutched him tight, coming down off her peak, he rolled the condom on and fitted his throbbing cock to her core. The perfection of the moment made his head spin, and he reminded himself to go slowly as he carefully let her sink down, a millimeter at a time. She gasped at the sensation, but squirmed to take more.
“Easy. You’re so tight.”
“You’re just a little bigger than my toys,” she complained, “I’m not going to break.”
He nipped her collarbone, and then licked the spot.
“Toys? Naughty Merry.”
“If you stop screwing around and fuck me already,” she breathed, “maybe I’ll let you use them on me.”
Ben groaned into her throat, and she took advantage of his distraction to use her thighs and sleek internal muscles to sink down a few more inches.
“So big,” she murmured as he panted.
“Hold on.”
Bracing one hand against the door behind her, he withdrew slightly and then thrust, his cock parting succulent, hot flesh that clasped him in an intimate, perfect grip. Merry gasped as he sank in to the hilt, and they panted together as he held his body rigid, waiting for her to adjust. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing.
“Are you okay?” he managed, though his jaw was clenched tight.
“Kiss me,” she replied, and he took her mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss as he started to move with slow, deliberate strokes. She held still and let him fuck her at first, unsure about the unfamiliar new sensations, but it wasn’t long before she was arching into each thrust, sweet little sounds of pleasure and excitement pulled from her throat.
Deeper.
Harder.
He wasn’t going to last, but it didn’t matter because she was already shuddering around him, holding him like she was planning to never let him go. Her body bowed as she started to come, and Ben forgot to be careful, pounding into her with a complete lack of finesse until he burst, cursing the condom that kept him from flooding her with come, marking her as his own both inside and out.
Ben shouted her name and his knees buckled, sliding them down the stable door until they reached the floor, panting and shaking and spent.
AFTER A LONG MOMENT in which Merry savored the lingering shudders of the best orgasm she�
�d ever had, she raised a hand to touch Ben’s cheek, absurdly touched when he pressed a kiss into her palm.
His eyes were filled with pleasure, but there was uncertainty there, too.
“Did that scratch your itch?” The words were borderline harsh, but he gripped her hips, holding his semi-hard cock inside her as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.
One word. A simple yes and he would let her go, she was certain. He’d walk out of her life and everything would go back to normal.
How depressing.
It was easy after all. Merry smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing her internal muscles around him and feeling his cock start to rev up for round two.
“Not yet,” she murmured, reaching up to press her lips to his, feeling his heart leap against hers as he smiled and squeezed her tight.
EPILOGUE
THE BANQUET TABLES IN the Great Hall were more crowded than usual this year, and Santa watched in bafflement as his four daughters flirted and fawned over the four newcomers to the family table. He leaned over to Mrs. Claus, who was practically bouncing with happy, twinkling energy.
“What have you been up to, Gwen?” he asked, suspicion in his voice.
“Just hurrying things along, dear.”
Santa looked them over – Holly was laughing and telling jokes with cute little Henry Brewster while she held hands with his father, David, under the table. Ivy and Rafe Allen weren’t touching, but he kept whispering things in her ear that had his normally reserved daughter shouting in laughter. Noelle was snuggled against Will Finley, who looked nervous and had a tendency to jump every time one of the elves got too close. She soothed him, coaxing a smile to his serious face. The biggest surprise was Merry, who sat with Ben, and the two were completely oblivious to the merriment around them, even with Glitzy and a handful of elves swinging from the chandelier.
“I don’t like it.”
Mrs. Claus patted his arm, soothing.
“You’ll like it when this old place is filled with the patter of little Kringle feet.”
Santa glowered for a moment, but his daughters’ happiness was hard to ignore, and he sighed, resigned. Grandchildren would be nice, after all. And Gwen knew what she was doing, as always.
He kissed her cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Gwennie.”
“Merry Christmas, dear.”
THE END
