by Dee Ellis
As much as I hate every single thing about the holidays I can’t hate how she loves all of it. From the snow to the lights to the syrupy sweet songs, Noel loves it all, and it looks so fucking good on her. Closing my eyes, I take a shaky breath and breathe in her sweet scent that clings to me and remember the press of her against me.
“Make me understand,” she had pleaded with need in her eyes.
“Wish I understood, Little Angel,” I sigh as I watch her walk through the trees in the darkness, “wish I knew how to let myself have you and not betray everything I know,” as she stops at a tree and her face goes soft, I can’t look away.
Her love for everything pure and honest is breath-taking to witness. Noel does not just provide holiday trinkets at her store. She provides joy and laughter and hope like no one else in Snowden possibly can. As sweet and innocent as she looks, she believes in magic and miracles.
I find myself wanting to believe in her magic.
Chapter Five
Noel
Gazing up at the tree, I know it is positively perfect.
Too bad I won’t have a place to display it how it should be displayed. Whatever it is that Malcolm hates about me—whether it be something I have done or not done, or that Christmas is as much a part of me as the blood pumping through my veins—he is hell bent on ridding himself of me at whatever costs.
Still, I burn inside out from the kisses we shared and the way he commanded my body. I want more. I need more. I have never felt something like what he did to me in the darkness of my store and I feel greedy for more. Greedy for what I sense he can do to me—things no one else has ever done.
It is a silly notion to even consider wanting Malcolm. He is rich and regal and the way he touched me and kissed me lets me know he knows exactly what he is doing. I have never been with a man before and for whatever reason, the first man I want cannot wait to put me out on the street.
“I hate the holiday,” that silky smooth voice calls from behind me once again, making me jump, “I hate the lights, the songs, the snow, the pointless hope of it all,” his voice comes close in the darkness of the tree lot and I move towards it.
“I was right then. You hate me because I am all about everything you hate. You want me out of my store—out of your building—because I stand for what you hate. I understand,” I don’t truly understand even as I say I do, but I say it for him.
“If I could hate you, it would be easier for me, Little Angel. It would make me feel less rotten. I do not hate you though trust that I have tried,” he steps into the flickering lights of the tree lot as his words come out in icy puffs of air.
“Thank you kindly for letting me know you gave hating me your best effort, I suppose. Sorry it did not work out for you. I will be out of the building before the new year, Mr. Fort,” I hear the tremble in my voice.
“Where would you go, Noel?” he asks as he takes slow steps towards me.
“Somewhere else. I will figure it out. Might even open a store again. I don’t know what made you hate the holiday and I can’t imagine why you would come here, of all places, if you hate it. But you do and you did, and if my closing up makes it easier for you somehow, then so be it,” I say as I dip my head and start to weave through the trees to get away from him.
“Christ. Little Angel,” his voice caresses that silly name he has called me tonight and my thighs quiver, “come here, to me,” he commands in a voice that makes my body ignite as it stills in the wintery night air.
Something about his commands calls to me on a level I cannot deny. Turning in the snow, I close the distance between us until we are sharing the same air. His big hand comes up and cups my cheek and his words heat my skin.
“I want to dirty you up, Noel. I want you filthy with me. I want to taste your innocence and claim it for myself. I should not want you as badly as I do and I should not act on it but I can’t help myself. I want you, Noel. I thought I needed to stay away from you and putting you out seemed easiest,” his words set me on fire and I shiver in the cold air as his other hand walks up the back of my thigh, darting beneath my skirt.
“Why do you need to stay away?”
“Could you want me, Noel?” he asks instead of answering me.
Nodding my head as I gaze into his eyes, I whimper my answer. It’s all I can manage. His hand cups my backside roughly, lifting me off my feet before slapping it hard. I moan and then his fingers are between my legs and he roars when he finds me soaked.
“Y-yes, I could want you. I do want you. I don’t know if I have ever wanted someone before, Malcolm,” I admit as I stumble into his chest as he rubs his fingers at my panties.
“You want me. You want me to touch you and taste you,” he suddenly tears my panties apart and his fingers are sliding over me and I cry out, “to fuck you good and eat your sweet pussy?”
“Yes! Yes, I do,” I gasp as I watch his fingers push inside me.
“Oh Christ,” he grunts as he rubs thick fingers inside me and his thumb against my clit, “You are untouched? You want me to dirty up your virgin cunt? Be very certain right now, Little Angel. Giving me this sweet cherry means you belong to me. Do you want to belong to me, Noel?” he rubs lazy circles at my aching clit as he offers me dirty nirvana.
“Yes, Malcolm. I want to belong to you,” I clutch at his shoulders and dip my head back, moaning as he pushes his fingers deeper and watches me as I shake against him.
“I do not deserve a gift like you, Noel,” he argues even as his fingers start to pump inside me as I rock my hips.
Bending his head, he takes my mouth in another searing kiss. He whispers against my mouth as he touches me right there in the snow, his fingers working me to a frenetic pitch. I kiss him back, telling him I want him to have me even if he doesn’t think he deserves me.
“Show me how pretty you come, Noel. Give me what you have never given another man,” he demands as he strums me expertly.
“Yes! Yes, please don’t stop,” I whimper greedily.
I come so hard I nearly collapse into the fluffy snow. He is there, scooping me up and cradling me to his chest. His mouth slants over mine as I am wrapped up in his warmth. I taste myself on his tongue and realize he stuck his sticky fingers in my mouth. He groans as he murmurs how sweet my cherry is.
Loading me into his car, he kisses my forehead, my nose, and my chin, before brushing his lips over mine.
“Let’s get you home, Little Angel.”
Chapter Six
Malcolm
Snow falls down in glistening flakes as twinkling lights light up the surrounding night.
Beside me I can feel Noel still trembling from her orgasm. I can still taste her on my tongue and feel the press of her against me. My fingers are sticky from being inside her and my cock is so hard it punches angrily at my zipper, wanting that same treatment.
“Do you realize how handsome you are? Sullen but sexy like a silver fox Santa,” her voice singsongs as she reaches out, brushing at my beard.
“Do you like that I am an older man,” I ask as I slide a hand between her thighs to shove them open, “do you have a daddy kink?” I tease her as I brush my fingertips over her wet folds.
Once I touched and tasted her I was lost to her. Guilt still hangs at the edge of my head but my heart sings in my chest as she laughs before her moan makes my body hum. I want her and she wants me and right now that is all I can think of.
“No, no daddy kink,” she moans my name as I stroke her softly, “maybe you gave me a dirty Grinch kink. Oh my God!”
Watching her as I work her tightness, I am mesmerized. I have not touched another woman since I lost my wife and she was my first and only. I never wanted someone else before or after her. Until this sweet, sexy, sinfully pure young woman who smiles at the world even when it frowns at her.
Noel bites her lip as she twists her hips, seeking pleasure she wants only me to give to her. I never thought I could want another woman this way but I do. It hurts to touch her, to want
her, to want to please her, and to want to make her mine.
No pain is worse than not making her mine.
Pulling up in front of my home—a sprawling log home on the outskirts of town that feels empty—I park on the gravel drive. With my fingers still inside her, I reach over to unbuckle her seatbelt and push her sweater up. It’s fuzzy and cute and makes her tits look amazing but it is in my way.
“Malcolm,” her voice purrs as I curl two fingers inside her.
“Am I the only man who has made you come, Noel?” I ask as I dip my head and tug at her nipple with my teeth.
“Yes! No one else but you has ever touched me this way,” she pants and twists, arching her back to push her nipple into my mouth.
“No one else ever will,” I growl, sucking at her nipple through her gauzy red bra, “if I take you inside my home and spread you out in my bed, no one else will ever have you. Do you understand?” I pull my fingers from her and push them into her mouth, watching her suckle at her own sweetness.
“Yes. Yes, I understand. But, I don’t understand…. you hate me. You want me gone. Since last Christmas you have sent me letter after letter…” her voice is so pained and broken; it breaks my heart a little knowing I did this to her.
Kissing over her breasts, up her throat, across her jaw, I kiss her silent until we are both breathless. Fixing her clothes, I get her out and get us inside. Kicking the snow off our boots, we leave them by the door before I hang our coats there too.
Leading her to the river-stone fireplace, I flick a switch and she sighs as it roars to life. Moving behind her, I watch her silhouette dance in the shadows. Without a tree or trimmings my house seems stark.
I think all it needs to come back to life—just like me—is her.
“On Christmas several years ago, I lost my wife. I gave my vows of forever to the love of my life believing we would get what they promised. Till death do us part was not supposed to come on our favorite holiday with our son in her womb and my heart in her hands. Holidays remind me of all that I lost and can never have again.”
My words fall out of me heavy and dense like the snow falling outside. It is the first time I have talked about this with someone who wasn’t part of my tragedy. But, I do not want Noel to be part of my tragedy. I do not want her to be tied to what I lost and what I thought I would never find again.
“I am so sorry, Malcolm,” her words are heavy with sadness but I know she understands more than most who offer those words.
“You lost your family,” I move behind her, sliding my hands beneath her sweater to lift it off her, “you know what that kind of pain is like. How empty it leaves you; how lost and lonely. Unlike me, you are not afraid to laugh again, to live, to love,” I drop to a knee, taking her skirt down her thighs.
“Life is full of too much good to dismiss it because of the bad.”
Her silky soft voice reaches right into my chest and wraps soothing touches around my heart. I need her so desperately I ache. Not just my cock which is as hard as stone but all of me. My broken, iced-over heart and my darkened soul.
“Oh, Little Angel,” I pant my words against her pussy as breathe her scent in before I lick her sticky cream with a slow swipe of my tongue, “I need you, Noel. Let me show you how much,” my hands cup her hips to angle her forward as I spear my tongue inside her.
Her breathy moan makes my chest hot and my dick harder. I eat her virgin cunt greedily, savoring her sweet taste, her sexy sounds, and how her body shakes every time I wiggle my tongue over her little clit. Sucking the swollen bud into my mouth, I reach down and take my cock out stroking it slowly.
“Oh… oh… yes. Please… oh my,” her moans rip from her chest as she rocks her hips, fucking my face as I work my tongue into her.
“Tastes so sweet, baby,” I growl as I bite at her left ass cheek and then lick her taboo spot until she screams, “so pure, so perfect, and so fucking mine,” I slap her ass as I say this and she shrieks and bends her arm back, her hand lacing in my hair.
“Malcolm!”
As she comes, sticky sweetness floods my mouth, and I suck and lick up every bit of it. My beard is wet with it and I can smell her sweetly musky scent. Pushing to my feet, I twist her head to take her mouth, bruising it with a kiss that tastes of her pleasure.
Noel whimpers into the kiss and twists in my arms to rub herself against me. Before I realize it, she is pushing at my jacket and pulling at the buttons on my shirt. Her hands fumble with my belt and then dive in to wrap around my cock.
“Oh my God,” her mouth tears from mine as she starts to stroke me, “it is so big. I want to taste you too but I don’t know how to make it good for you…” her eyes are wide as her voice shakes so I cup her jaw gently.
“It will be good for me because it is you, Noel. Only one other woman has ever touched me and I never thought I would let another again after her. You are the first woman I have wanted to touch me. There is no way you can do it wrong, baby.”
I kiss her lips and then push her gently back so I can finish getting naked. I smile because she refuses to stop stroking me. Suddenly, she drops to her knees and before I can ask what she is up to, her mouth is around me.
Never in my life will I forget seeing her full red lips around my cock as her bare skin glows in the firelight. Noel moans as she swirls her tongue around me, as if savoring my taste. At first, she fumbles and struggles to figure out how to hold me, suck me, and not choke when she gets greedy.
Too soon almost she seems to figure it all out.
One of her hands with its Christmas colored nails strokes my shaft as she bobs her head. I smirk as she hums—that same jingle bell song I caught her singing earlier—to help find a rhythm we both like. Her silky soft tongue swirls and twists. Big doe eyes lock on mine as she works my cock. My hands drop to tangle in her long blonde hair and I start to fuck her mouth to that jingle bell tune she hums.
“Oh fuck,” I growl as she chokes but sucks me harder, “my perfectly filthy little angel. Suck my cock so good. Look so damn beautiful on your knees swallowing me down, baby. Do you want to taste me? Want to suck my cum down that pretty throat before I fill your cunt with it?” I pump my hips now, fucking her face as I cradle the back of her head.
Noel’s eyes water as she takes me deep, but she manages to smile a sweetly sinful smile. Heat unlike I have ever felt sizzles up my back and in my sac. I grunt and clasp her head in my hands, pumping a few more times before I still and come hard. I watch her throat work to swallow it down like a good girl.
“Oh Christ, baby. Such a good Little Angel.”
Sitting back on her heels, that sweet, innocent, bubbly, hopeful, beautiful little angel beams up at me. Happy to have pleased me. Warm with pink cheeks and bright eyes because I pleased her. Wide, warm eyes watch me and wait for more because she wants more with me.
Noel wanting me the way I want her is a gift.
One I do not deserve but fully intend to take.
“Come, Little Angel. Let me show you what a gift you are to me,” holding out my hand as I smile down at her, I wait for her to take it.
Once her hand slips into mine, I know what a gift I have truly been given.
Chapter Seven
Noel
As soon as my hand is within his, Malcolm seems come alive.
Something lights behind his eyes before he bends to scoop me up. I giggle as he crushes me to his firm chest and heads for a set of stairs behind the fireplace. Tipping my head back, I watch him in the flickering light of the fireplace that gives the only light besides the glow of the moon.
Malcolm is a beautiful man despite the pain that clings to him and weighs him down. I might never make those parts light and bright again but I want to try. From the very first moment I locked eyes on him last year, I have wanted to know him.
Now, I will know him deeper than I have ever known another.
Part of me aches that he loves the wife he lost so deeply he can never love me the same way. But, part of
me is so grateful that he knew that kind of love once. Maybe one day I will have that kind of love too, even if it is not with him.
“Stop thinking so loudly, Little Angel,” he murmurs against my cheek before he sets me on his bed.
Flushing because I truly believe he knows just what I was thinking, I avert my gaze. Both of us are bare and I just had his cock in my mouth and swallowed his salty cum but I feel shy suddenly. No one else has ever seen me this way. My thighs are a little too thick and my hips too wide and my tits too heavy.
“You are so stunning, Noel. Such a bright, beautiful vision of a woman. I was breath-taken the first time I laid eyes on you. I have gone mad for you every single day since,” Malcolm’s voice is sandpaper on my heated skin and I flick my gaze to his.
“Why have you never spoken to me since that night? Why have you stayed so far away from me?”
“Oh, my pretty little angel. It has been so hard to stay away from you, trust me. I told you I gave vows that I meant. I felt as if wanting you was betraying them. I want you too badly to stay away any longer. I came to you tonight to try once more to get you to leave the store. Once I saw you there singing that silly song and loving your life just as it is, I could not even think of asking you to go. I need you, Noel. You are the first spark of life I have felt since I lost everything.”
“I want you too. I have wanted you since I first saw you but you were so cold and so cruel. Mistletoe is all I have. It is a silly store to you but it is my home and the people who come there needing some hope and some magic are my people.”
“Magic is right, I think,” his voice turns sexy as his hands slide down my thighs and pushes them open, “show me that magic between your thighs. Show me what belongs to me now, Noel.”
