A Mom for Christmas

by Marteeka Karland

  And his cock…

  Sadira wasn’t a virgin, but never had she seen anything so beautiful. He was long and thick. When she reached for him, her hand barely fit around him. Sebastian stood tall and proud as she explored his length, powerful thighs slightly apart.

  “You like what you see?”

  “What’s not to love?” Sadira drawled as she sank to her knees.

  “Sadira, baby—ahh!”

  He seemed hesitant about her taking him into her mouth, so naturally she just had to. Judging by his reaction, he liked it very much. So she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks with her sucking as she retreated until only the head remained in her mouth. Salty pre-come exploded on her tongue, the taste sublime because she knew she’d pleased him.

  “Jesus! What are you doing to me?”

  His hips bucked uncontrollably and his fingers threaded through her hair as he guided her how he needed her. Sadira was only too happy to let him drive. This was going to be perfect. When they were finished, they’d work out the logistics of tomorrow, the future. But tonight, she was going to make him want to give them a chance. If that meant managing him with sex, she was more than willing because, heaven help her, he was giving her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced in the arms of a man.

  It didn’t take long before he pushed her away with a groan, pulling her to her feet before tossing her to the bed.

  “My turn,” he growled before falling on her. His mouth immediately found her belly button, his tongue delving into the slight indention before sliding lower. Teeth nipping, lips sucking, Sebastian made it to her cunt with teasing flicks of his tongue. After nuzzling her curls, he gave a strangled groan and set his open mouth over her sex.

  Never had anything felt so good. Oral sex was all but a hazy memory. She hadn’t taken many lovers and had always been hesitant about asking for it, but Sadira was certain nothing had ever felt like this. If it had, she’d have insisted on it every single fucking time she’d had sex. This was better than her earlier orgasm, better than any pleasure she’d ever given herself. Sebastian’s tongue on her swollen flesh was heaven itself.

  “Talk to me, baby,” he rasped. “Let me hear you scream.”

  Who was this wicked, wicked man? There was just right amount of command in his voice to make her need to respond to him. As if he’d commanded her to come, Sadira’s body obeyed. So did her mouth. She threw back her head and screamed in abandon, bucking her hips to his talented lips and tongue. Her orgasm didn’t wash over her. It punched through her body like a runaway locomotive with speed and ferocity, threatening to drive away the last vestige of her sanity. In the space of a few moments, Sadira had become a writhing mass of nerves, capable only of finding more ways to pleasure the man before her so he’d pleasure her some more.

  ***

  So responsive…

  Sebastian knew there was no way he was ever letting Sadira go. Like ever. He was going to marry her, make her his wife, then make love to her every night and twice on Sundays. God! How could he have thought he’d ever felt this kind of all-consuming love with Dedra? He and Sadira…fit. Last night, she’d been the missing piece to their family. Today, she was the woman he’d always longed for in his bed. Tomorrow, she’d be the glue that helped to put the pieces of their lives back together with her mere presence. Hell, she was already doing it by taking a real interest in the well-being of his daughters. She feared they’d see her as a replacement mother when, in reality, she was the mother they should have had in the first place. It wasn’t a job any of them would have to force her into. She was already doing it without realizing it. Just being an example, teaching them responsibility and kindness. She was more than a teacher. More than a coach or friend. She was family. Before she left his bed, Sadira was going to realize it.

  Her eyes were still glazed with her orgasm as Sebastian crawled up her body, kissing a path to her lips. Lord only knew why he still bought condoms from time to time. He hadn’t had sex since Dedra had left. Hadn’t really thought about it except in fevered fantasies about the woman currently in his arms. Now he reached for the nightstand drawer to find the little foil packet and rip it open. Slipping the condom over his engorged shaft proved a bit more difficult when Sadira wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him deeply. It would have been so easy to say “fuck it” and just sink into her heat, but above all, Sebastian needed her to know he’d always protect her.

  “‘Bastian…” Her husky drawl in between licks at his mouth sent blood surging through his cock, the breathy whisper a plea on her lips.

  “Tell me what you want, baby. What you need.”

  “You,” she breathed. “You inside me. Filling me. I need you, ‘Bastian.”

  “God, I love it when you say my name like that,” he rasped, finding her lips with his once more. His cock prodded at her heated entrance, wanting inside as much as he did. Sadira arched her back, wiggling on his cock to get the head inside her, but Sebastian denied her. Only the tip of the head penetrated her, stretching her opening just a little. Giving her a taste of what he had to give her.

  “‘Bastian, please! Don’t make me beg for it!”

  His chuckle sounded strangled even to himself, but still he held back. Reaching between them, he fisted his cock, rubbing it up and down her sex, circling her clit with the head until she thrashed beneath them. Clutching his shoulders, she dug her nails into his flesh, pulling him to her, trying to force him inside her.

  “You want my cock, Sadira?”

  “God! Yes!”

  “Then take it!” With a hard shove, Sebastian surged inside her in one smooth, scorching-hot stroke. She screamed, her nails now scoring his back. For long moments Sebastian held himself seated deep, wanting to give her time to adjust to his length and girth. Also needing to see how long it took her to demand he move. As badly as he wanted this, he wanted her to want it as much as he did. The only way to ensure that was to keep her on the edge until she fell. He wanted her wild, abandoned. Mindless with lust because he’d led her there. Sebastian would push her as far as she’d let him, take her into a dark world of carnal and depraved delights only to shock her with tender lovemaking afterward. But when it was over, he never wanted her to doubt what they’d done together. He wanted—needed—her to come back for more. Eagerly.

  After several moments, Sadira did indeed start to wiggle beneath him, arching her hips upward to get him to move inside her. Sebastian had intended to hold back, to make her tell him what she needed, but his hips moved of their own volition. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stop, to kiss her tenderly, licking the inside of her mouth until she sucked on his tongue, greedy for more.

  “More,” she moaned against his lips. “I need more, ‘Bastian.”

  He grunted, loving it when she scored her nails down his back to grip his ass with splayed fingers. The little bite of pain was almost his undoing, but somehow he held fast.

  “Tell me what you want, Sadira,” he demanded, voice harsh. Sweat dotted his skin—hers too. The slick glide of their bodies was an erotic sensation making lust surge to the fore. The need to give her pleasure, to slate her as no other ever had, was paramount.

  “You,” she rasped. “Always you, ‘Bastian.”

  “And what do you need me to do?”

  “Fuck me!” The exclamation broke from her as a sob. “Fuck me hard, ‘Bastian!”

  Immediately, Sebastian started to move. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could, surging into her with a brutal intensity he’d never realized he’d possessed. Still, he couldn’t get enough of Sadira. The scorching heat from her cunt, the musical cries of her pleasure, and the way she clung to him, demanding he give her all he had to give, seduced him more than anything else ever could. Never had a woman captivated him as she had. Never had a woman demanded so much from him without saying a word. In that moment, Sebastian knew he’d never let her go. Not because he needed to possess her or because she belonged to him—though both of those thing
s were inside him, simmering on the surface. It was mare primal even than that. She held his heart. No woman—not even Dedra—had ever claimed him so completely, and Sebastian knew he’d never be whole without her in his life.

  Chapter Six

  Sebastian’s weight on Sadira, pressing her into the mattress as he took her, felt nearly as good as his cock pistoning in and out of her. Such a cacophony of emotions and sensations overwhelmed her, but she embraced them. Embraced Sebastian and the role he played in her life. Acknowledged or not, Sebastian was important to her. Without him and his girls in her life, she knew she’d never be complete.

  “You feel amazing.” Sebastian’s words were punctuated by breaths as he drove into her. “I could fuck you forever.”

  “Promise?”

  “I’m going to give you so much pleasure. Make you feel so fucking good.”

  “You already are,” she breathed.

  He shuddered around her, his arms tightening. She loved being so wrapped up by him. The feeling was so protective she wanted to sigh. Instead, she surrendered to the sensations. To him.

  “I’m coming!” The scream was ripped from Sadira as pleasure surrounded her in blissful agony.

  “Then do it hard, baby. So fucking hard!”

  He didn’t let her go, didn’t stop moving. Instead, as she came helplessly beneath him, Sadira felt his cock pulsing inside her with his own orgasm. His brutal yell mingled with her scream. Finally, he drove deep, holding himself still as his seed erupted from him. Totally satisfying. Together. They were together.

  When they both lay still, breathing labored, Sebastian kissed her neck tenderly but didn’t shift his weight from her. Which was good because Sadira loved the feel of his big body around her.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “Uh-uh,” she managed, tugging his hair until she found his lips with hers. For long moments, they kissed languidly, tongues lapping and darting. Stoking the fire once again. When he began hardening inside her, he pulled away, discarding the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed.

  “I want you again,” he muttered before chuckling as he looked back at her over his shoulder. “I haven’t gone twice in one night in quite a long time.”

  “But you will. Right?”

  He laughed outright this time. “Absolutely. I have a young lover to keep satisfied. I’ll find a way to manage.” He turned to her, giving her a kiss before going to the bathroom to clean up. “Just give me a minute. I’d forgotten how messy condoms can be.”

  Sadira giggled as she watched him hurry to the bathroom. Giddy anticipation bubbled up inside her at the prospect of a repeat performance. God, she…she loved this man! How had it happened in such a short time? Maybe she had for a long time but never let herself acknowledge it, first because he’d been married, then because she didn’t want to disrespect his feelings about losing his wife. Whatever her reasons, she admitted it now. He obviously felt something for her or they wouldn’t be here. He was too committed to his girls to have a fling with a woman he didn’t intend to bring into their lives.

  Sebastian had just walked into the room, cock straining for her attention and a cocky grin on his face, when the doorbell rang. The mischievous look on his face turned to annoyance. “Who the fuck?”

  “Maybe one of the girls is sick?” Sadira stood, reaching for her clothing.

  “No. Mom and Dad would have called before heading back. Besides, Mom was always better at taking care of them when they were sick, no matter the situation. She’s a mom. It’s what she does.” With a longing look at her, Sebastion finally slung on his jeans. “Don’t get dressed,” he commanded. “I won’t be but a minute.”

  As she watched him stalk out of the bedroom, she pitied whoever was at the door. He actually looked ready to strangle someone. Unable to help herself, she giggled as she stretched back out on the bed. Her body felt deliciously sore, but strangely cool without him wrapped around her.

  Deciding to run through the shower before he came back, she hopped up and trotted to the bathroom. The water felt delightful over her heated skin, but she didn’t want to take too long. She just wanted to freshen up a little. Wash the sweat and intimate moisture from her body.

  Once Sadira was out of the shower and dried, Sebastian still wasn’t back. With a frown, she found his discarded shirt from earlier and put it on along with her panties. When she eased open the door, she could hear Sebastian’s voice, quiet but unmistakable. What was going on?

  Then she heard another voice. She couldn’t make out the words, but it was definitely a woman’s voice. Eyes narrowed, she ducked back into the bedroom for her jeans before heading out to meet the uninvited guest.

  The sight that greeted her made her want to be sick. Dedra was back. And she was in Sebastian’s arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Of all the things Sebastian had expected, this wasn’t it. And it couldn’t have come at a worse fucking time. After standing in his living room talking nonsense for several minutes, Dedra had thrown herself in to his arms before he could protest and was now clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Considering he was shirtless with the top button of his jeans undone, he was sure the sight wasn’t pretty. Rage like he hadn’t known he could feel heated his blood. His first instinct was to shove her away and hope she fell on her ass, but the anger was so overwhelming he was afraid he might actually harm her. He didn’t particularly care if he did, but he’d been raised never to strike a woman. Whether or not she deserved it.

  Which was when he heard the little gasp from behind him. Probably why Dedra had jumped him in the first place.

  Could this moment get any worse?

  He got his answer when Dedra finally let go of him only to cup his face between her palms and mash her mouth to his.

  “Excuse me?” Sadira sounded pissed. Like, royally. “If you two are done making out in the living room, maybe we need to have a little discussion.”

  Instead of backing down, Dedra didn’t even spare Sadira a glance. A carnivorous smile curled her lips as she stroked Sebastian’s cheek. “I’ve missed you so much, Sebastian. I’m so glad to finally be home.”

  Unable to stand her close proximity a moment longer, Sebastian finally reined in his temper enough to push her away. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he grated, “What the fuck, Dedra?”

  She smiled brightly, unperturbed by his tone or harsh language. “I’m home just in time for Christmas! Where are the girls?”

  “Away,” he snapped. “Why are you here? You left, had divorce papers delivered, and didn’t even say goodbye to your daughters. What do you want now?” Even as he spoke, he moved to be close to Sadira. He needed her presence to sooth him as much as he needed to make sure she didn’t bolt on him. Figuring she was probably about to, he lunged for her arm and pulled her against his side.

  “Everyone makes mistakes, Sebastian.” Dedra shrugged. Fucking shrugged! As if what she’d done was of no consequence. “I brought gifts for the girls,” she said, smiling, still not acknowledging Sadira was even in the room.

  “Then you can take them back,” Sebastian snapped. “I want you gone.”

  “Sebastian?” She had a confused look on her face. Apparently, she was the same Dedra she’d always been. Anything she didn’t want to discuss, she simply ignored.

  “You sent me divorce papers by your lawyer. Delivered on Christmas Day. Relinquished all rights to your children effective the same day. Now you just waltz back in here expecting to be part of our lives again?”

  “Well, you did promise ‘until death do us part.’“

  Sebastian only thought his anger had reached a boiling point. With those words, red covered his vision. He was started to lunge for Dedra, to shove her out of the house and to hell with not hurting her, but Sadira tugged him back. It was only then he realized their positions were reversed, with Sadira holding his arm, holding him back.

  “Get. Out.” Never had he been this angry. How had this day turned so dr
astically?

  “Not until I see my daughters,” Dedra countered. Instead of playing coy and feigning ignorance at Sebastian’s animosity, she now looked vicious. A woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted.

  “Over my dead body,” Sebastian roared. “You’ve already made one Christmas hell for them. You can damned well go fuck yourself!”

  Sebastian had no idea what had come over him. He never talked like this, especially not to women. At least not except during sex. This was… He was not letting this woman near his girls. Not until they’d healed from the last time. If they wanted to see her then, he’d support them and be with them. But not now. Not so close to Christmas when they finally had something to look forward to.

  “All right, that’s enough!” Sadira stepped between them. “You”—she pointed to Sebastian—“go get dressed. Dedra, you and I need to have a little talk while Sebastian collects himself.”

  Dedra looked down her nose at Sadira, making Sebastian want to rethink his policy on not hurting his ex-wife. How dare the woman think she could come in here and insult Sadira!

  “Not a word, Sebastian,” Sadira interrupted his thoughts, raising one arm in a “talk to the hand” gesture. “Go.”

  “You know I can’t.” Everything inside him rebelled at leaving Sadira’s side.

  “I’m a big girl,” she said, moving to him and reaching up to stroke his face tenderly. “I can take care of myself. You just don’t need to be here right now. I’ll take care of this.”

  He sighed into her touch. Dedra, he knew, was taking in every move, every gesture, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. Let her see how much Sadira meant to him. Just thinking about it made him want to kiss Sadira right there in front of the other woman. The more he thought about it, the better the idea sounded until he simply pulled her into his arms, inhaling her sweet scent for calm.

  “It’s really OK, ‘Bastian,” she murmured.