LATE NIGHT KISSES

by G. , Whitney

  I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip on my legs as I helplessly writhed against his mouth.

  “Oh my god...” I moaned as he kissed my pussy like he was kissing my mouth, slipping his tongue as far as it could go and tasting all of me.

  He groaned as I tried to sit up and grab his hair. Then he slapped my ass hard, making me give up.

  I clawed the seat as my body continued to writhe against his mouth, screaming his name each time he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

  I felt intense tremors building and begged him to slow down, but he kept kissing me with his perfect, reckless rhythm.

  “Nathan...” I tightened my legs around him. “Nathan...”

  He answered me with more of his mouth, and I lost what little control I had left. Screaming out his name, I shut my eyes as my entire body shook, as I experienced the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt in my life.

  I kept my eyes shut as my body continued to shake, as Nathan released my legs from his grip. When I finally recovered and opened my eyes again, he was smiling at me.

  Pressing a few kisses against my breasts, he slid his hand under my body and helped me to sit up.

  When I looked him over, I realized that he’d taken off his pants. As if he knew I noticed, he pulled the band of his briefs forward.

  “Take it out,” he commanded.

  I obliged, and slipped my hand into his briefs, slowly freeing his cock. My cheeks heated, and I felt my eyes widening when I saw how huge he was.

  Kissing my forehead, he pulled out a condom and took his time rolling it over his cock.

  I waited for him to move so I could lay on the seat again, but he had other plans. He pulled me into his lap and lifted me slightly, positioning my dripping wet slit right over the tip of his cock.

  Never breaking gaze with me, he lowered me onto him inch by inch—not letting my hips go until he was completely inside of me, until he was certain I’d adjusted to his length.

  “Ride me,” he said, moving his hands to cup my ass.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved up and down his cock, crying out at how damn good he felt inside of me.

  “Oh, god...” I rode him with reckless abandon, never wanting to stop. I moved faster, getting closer and closer to another orgasm, but he suddenly gripped my hips and pulled me off him.

  Flipping me over so I wasn’t facing him, he slapped my ass. “Put your hands on the window,” he said.

  I pressed my hands against the fogged glass, and within seconds, he slid into me from behind. Without warning, he threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me back, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.

  “Ohhh fuck...” I couldn’t control my moans anymore. “Fuck...”

  “Christina...” His deep voice was in my ear as he pounded into me. “You feel so fucking good...”

  I shut my eyes as he fucked me harder, as he continued whispering my name against my neck.

  “Oh my goddddd...” I cried out as he alternated between slapping my ass and filling me deep. “I’m going to...Going to...”

  I couldn’t get another word out. All I could do was scream in absolute pleasure.

  My legs shook all over again, and a far more intense orgasm than the one I’d had minutes ago coursed its way through my body. Nathan tightened his grip on me as he reached his own release seconds later.

  When we both came down from our highs, he pulled out of me and pushed me onto the seat. We sat still for several minutes, sweating and utterly speechless.

  “Hey.” He pushed wet strands of hair out of my face. “What are you thinking about?”

  “I’m wondering if this is a one-time thing.”

  “The sex?”

  “The dates.”

  “Hmmm.” He tilted my chin up with his fingertips. “You do owe me fourteen dates after this, but I’d prefer not to limit the number, especially if you can agree not to stand me up again.”

  “I won’t,” I said. “As for the sex ...”

  “What about it?”

  “Any chance we could go into this resort and see if we can get a room for round two?”

  “No.” He smiled. “But only because I already made the reservation.”

  “STAY THE NIGHT” CHEESE CAKE

  16 ounces softened cream cheese

  2/3 cup sugar

  1 cup sour cream

  5 large eggs

  1 tablespoon vanilla extract

  ½ cup heavy cream

  NATHAN

  “Fuck, Christina ...” I threaded my fingers through her hair as she took my cock into her mouth.

  Taking it all the way down her throat, again and again, she twirled her tongue against me in a way that made me beg her not to stop.

  She kept her eyes on mine as she pleasured me, and I groaned each time her mouth left me for more than a second.

  As she picked up the tempo and sucked me harder, the muscles in my legs tensed.

  “Wait ...” I breathed. “I think you need to move ...”

  “Why?” She moved her head back, still teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue. “Are you about to come?”

  “Yes.” I expected her to move away and sit up, but she took me into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down until I came in her mouth.

  Then she swallowed. Every last drop.

  Okay, I’m never letting you out of this room ...

  Completely stunned by her performance, I lay back against the pillows and briefly shut my eyes.

  Today was the fifth day in a row we’d spent locked away in a luxury resort. It was also the first time I’d willingly used my “sick days” in my entire decade-long career, and the first time she allowed her staff to run the bakery without her for more than a few days in a row.

  Although our sexual escapades felt incessant since the moment we checked into the room, we’d managed to spend hours talking on the balcony, ordered gourmet room service for every meal, and shared time in our suite’s private hot tub.

  I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt as if I’d known her for years, not days. I also didn’t want our time together to end, since every second seemed perfect. There was never an awkward silence, never a moment of discussion that didn’t end in laughter or her mouth attaching to mine.

  “Do you have plans for this Christmas?” she asked, resting her head against my chest.

  “Nothing except being on call for emergencies.” I opened my eyes. “You?”

  “My sister and I are hosting our parents for a few days. We’re going to go ice skating, spend a night walking down Christmas Tree Lane, and have a huge holiday dinner at my place.” She looked at me. “You’re more than welcome to join us for any of it. Your brother can come, too.”

  “Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for me to meet your parents?”

  “Well, no, I—” She blushed. “I didn’t mean it in that way, I meant if you didn’t have any plans ... And I would introduce you to them as my friend.”

  “Hmmm. I’ll consider that.” I rubbed my hands against her bare back. “Since I’ll be working during the holiday, my brother and I are going on a vacation to New York to see some old friends for a few days this weekend.” I looked into her eyes. “You’re more than welcome to come.”

  “Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for me to meet the people in your life?” She mocked me.

  “No.” I smiled. “I’d rather introduce you as my girlfriend, but since you’ve already called me your ‘friend’, I think we might have our first problem ...”

  “I’d love to go,” she said. “What do I need to bring?”

  “Nothing that we can’t discuss later.” I sat up slowly and moved off the bed, grabbing her hand. “It’s time to pick up where we left off.”

  I led her over to the lounge area that faced the panoramic windows. Pushing her against the glass, I reached down, untied her red-bowed panties, letting them fall to the floor.

  “Do you want me to start it now or later?�
� I asked, kissing her lips.

  “Start what?”

  “Recording,” I said, pointing to where her phone was propped up in the corner. “I believe someone’s wish was wanting some of the sex to be recorded, so she could watch it over and over again.”

  Her face turned bright red, and she looked speechless.

  “So,” I said, gently slapping her ass. “I’m about to fuck you against these windows. Then I’m going to sit in that chair and tell you to sit on my face, so that I can give your pussy another round of late night kisses.” I looked into her eyes. “Which part do you want to record?”

  “All of it.”

  ALMOND CHERRY “CAN’T TRUST YOU” FUDGE

  2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

  1 can sweetened condensed milk

  ½ cup chopped almonds

  ½ cup red candied cherries, chopped

  1 teaspoon almond extract

  NATHAN

  THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND, I stood near the windows of Cedar Falls’ private airport and waited for Christina to arrive.

  Since checking out of the hotel, we’d spent the past couple of nights talking on the phone until sunrise. Although she initially agreed to come on this trip with me, she said she wouldn’t know for sure if she could come until the day of, since she’d received a rush of last minute orders.

  Still, I felt that something was off. She hadn’t responded to a single one of my calls or texts today.

  “Boarding starts in twenty minutes.” My brother stepped in front of me and tapped his watch. “And we still have to get through security.”

  “We’re taking your private jet.”

  “I know.” He laughed. “It was a joke.”

  “It wasn’t funny,” I said. “Should I drive by her bakery and see what’s going on?”

  “Oh, yeah. Go ahead and make that hour and a half drive and make us miss this trip we’ve been planning for months.”

  “Private planes don’t have schedules.”

  “No, but they do have to fly in good weather.” He looked up at the sky. “A storm is due to roll in over the next two hours, so the quicker we can fly out, the better.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “If it makes you feel any better, when I drove by her bakery today, the line was wrapped around the block. She also told you last night that she may not be able to make it. I think everything is okay.”

  My brother saying, “Everything is okay” all but confirmed that it wasn’t. The line was wrapped around the block the day before and she’d still texted me back. She even asked me to join her on her lunch break.

  Hmmm.

  “You just met this woman.” My brother stepped back. “I know you think she’s all types of wonderful and shit, but maybe, just maybe you were moving too fast? Maybe she’s trying to slow things down a bit, or maybe the sex wasn’t as good as you thought it was?” He shrugged, laughing. “It happens to the best of us.”

  “Why are you still talking?”

  “I’m just saying; she clearly can’t come with us this weekend.” He motioned for one of the flight crew to get our bags. “She’ll probably be able to come the next time. Either that, or she’s ghosting you.”

  “No.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure something came up.”

  I pulled out my phone and called her. No answer.

  I sent her a text.

  Several minutes passed, and there was no answer.

  There were no responses or missed calls when I arrived in New York hours later either.

  She didn’t answer me for the rest of the weekend.

  HAZELNUT “YOU’RE MY DREAM” COOKIES

  1 cup hazelnut butter

  2/3 cup all-purpose flour

  1 large egg

  ½ cup chopped hazelnut

  CHRISTINA

  “TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!” My dad yelled out the car window. “Two days!”

  The people on the sidewalk cheered and danced at his words. One of them even pulled out a confetti gun and fired it into the air.

  “Jesus ...” He shook his head, rolling up his window. “The people in this town really are fucking nuts.”

  My mother playfully slapped the back of his head. “You’ve done that six times since we landed, George. I think that’s enough.”

  I caught sight of my father’s face in the rearview mirror, knowing that he was going to do it at least two more times before we arrived at my house.

  Since the moment they met Amy and me at the airport, I’d put on my best fake smile, deciding to hide my hurt for the rest of the holidays.

  I knew it was silly to believe that what I had with Nathan was ‘something,’ or that talking to him for hours without missing a beat was what made him a perfect match. I knew that, and I still let myself think that this was my chance to finally become a heroine who gets a ‘happily ever after’ like the girls in the romance books.

  He’d officially ruined it, and I was never talking to him again.

  I should’ve known he was full of shit when he acted like he read romance ...

  “I’m excited to see my girls.” My mother gushed from the backseat. “You two make me so proud! I’m also excited to see the certain new someone that you have in your life, Chrissie. Will we get to meet him?”

  “Him who?”

  “Nathan, the guy Amy told us about.” She smiled. “She says he’s practically your soulmate.”

  “I didn’t necessarily say soulmate.” Amy shot me a quick “Sorry” look before steering the car down Main Street. “But I did say that you were supposed to act like you didn’t know anything about him until she brought him up herself.”

  “Oh, hush.” My mother laughed. “Well, I’ll wait until he comes over for dinner and I’ll size him up for myself. In the meantime, do you think he’s the one, hon?”

  I rolled down my window as we approached a group of people standing by a stop sign. “Two days until Christmas! Two days!”

  They screamed like they’d just won the lottery, and the subject in the car was immediately changed to all the things that made the people of Cedar Falls “crazy.”

  “Can you drop me off at my bakery?” I asked Amy. “I need to file a few things before we shut down for the holiday.”

  “Absolutely.”

  I kept a smile on my face until we made it to Sifted Perfection, promising not to work late after I stepped out of the car. But the moment I stepped inside the bakery, I damn near lost it.

  You can bake Nathan out of your life, just like everyone else, Christina ... You can do it ...

  Holding back tears, I pulled out my late grandmother’s recipe book and flipped straight to the “When Motherfuckers Break Your Heart” section.

  As I was looking over my options, the last person I wanted to see walked through the doors. Looking sexy as always in his uniform, he walked right up to me.

  “I’m not ringing up customers right now, sir.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ll need to wait in line with everyone else.”

  “I’m not here as one of your customers.”

  “Then you have no reason to be here.” I hated that my body was reacting to him. “I don’t want to hear from you, see you, or deal with you. I also deleted that recording we made, so you won’t be able to blackmail me into going back to you this time.”

  He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.

  “The door to leave is behind you, Officer Benson.” I crossed my arms. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Christmas is two days from now.”

  “Isn’t it wonderful!” A customer walked in right as he said those words, shaking the bells around her neck. “I can’t wait for it to get here!”

  We both gave her a blank stare, and one of my associates moved to take her order.

  “I need you to explain what the hell has happened between the last time I saw you and right now,” he said. “And I’m not leaving until you do.”

  “So, after I tell you, will you leave?”

  “Depends on how good your reasoning is.�
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  “Fine.”

  He followed me into my private kitchen and shut the door. “What happened to you showing up for the flight to New York? To you inviting me over to spend time with your family when they landed?”

  “I’m not letting you meet them ever.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because you’re just another asshole, and I hate that I’ve already slept with you.” I opened a drawer and pulled out a glittery red envelope—tossing it to him. “After we left the resort and I bought all your bullshit about liking me—

  “I do like you.” He interrupted.

  “Yeah, whatever.” I shook my head. “I decided that I wanted to try to pay you back for some of the nice things you’ve done for me, decided to try and be a really good friend.”

  “Girlfriend.”

  I ignored him. “So, a few days ago, I went down to The Wish Tree and stole your ornament right when they were closing. I figured I could get a few things for you, but you’ve already gotten everything you wanted. So, fuck you, and Merry Christmas.”

  He raised his eyebrow, looking confused. As he opened the envelope, I shook my head at the words I’d read several times already.

  1. Wish One. Fuck a random woman in Cedar Falls. Six months has been too long to go without fucking ...

  2. Wish Two. If the sex is good, fuck the same woman a few more times, but no more than a few. (This shit can’t last for longer than a month.)

  3. Wish Three. Fuck a different random woman in Cedar Falls. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

  He looked at the list for all of five seconds before crumpling it and tossing it into the trash. Then he had the audacity to smile.

  “You know,” he said. “This is a perfect example of the number one issue I have with certain heroines in the romance books.”

  “Not wanting to be a doormat for the hero isn’t an issue.”

  “Failing to communicate with him is.” He smiled. “You couldn’t have texted me and asked me about this? Accepted one of my phone calls and told me that this was bothering you?”