Naughty but Nice: A Best Friend's Dad Christmas Romance

by Rye Hart

  Well, my dear stepsister was apparently full of surprises. Unless this was all some game she was playing with me.

  “Okay, maybe you're right about that. Clothes and makeup can't change a person on the inside. But have you considered the idea that maybe you actually don't know me anymore, Carter?” she said. “Because believe it or not, I actually do know how to let my hair down and have a good time.”

  “Do you now?”

  I set my drink down at the table beside us. I wondered if she knew that she was tempting fate by following me into a private room dressed like that. I wondered if, deep down, she even cared.

  “I do,” she said.

  Putting my hands on either side of her, pushing her up against the wall, I stared into her eyes. This was dangerous, and I knew it. And I had to believe that she knew it. Once we went down that road, there was no going back. And if tomorrow, Vanessa was filled with regret and remorse – and decided to go back to being daddy's good, uptight little servant again, I was the one who was going to pay the price. I was the one who'd be left picking up the pieces of my heart. Again.

  If this was just some wild hair or she was acting on a whim, I wanted to know. Because if that was the case, we needed to end things right then and there. I could be fuckbuddies with women – in fact, that's what most women were to me. But not with Vanessa. With her, things were far more complicated.

  “I don't get you, Vanessa,” I said. “One minute, you're pushing me away, and the next you come in here like this. What's up?”

  “Come in here like what?” She looked up at me with her wide, innocent eyes. “And I'll still push you away, Carter. It's the right thing to do.”

  Before she finished, I kissed her. I didn't want to hear what she had to say, I just needed to feel her lips against mine. I forced my tongue into her mouth, and her hands were balled up on my chest. I waited for her to push me off, to tell me we can't do this, but she didn't. She kissed me back with as much fire and passion as I was kissing her, and it felt so fucking good. I felt myself growing hard instantly and I stepped forward, my hands down on her hips, my cock pressing into her stomach.

  Still, I waited and waited, knowing we likely weren't going to get very far. She always shut it down sooner or later, but I figured that I might as well have fun while it lasted – as goddamn frustrating as it would be when she did back off again. Holding her face in my hands, I kissed down the length of her neck, the tip of my tongue trailing down to her collarbone. Her breathing was ragged and rushed in my ear as I moved lower and lower – and yet, she still didn't stop me.

  Her hands pulled at my hair as I continued to kiss her, yanking my head back and away from her neck. I looked down at her, the fire and lust for her blazing hot in me. I wanted her. Needed her. But I knew as I looked down into her eyes, that she was going to put an end to it. She'd had her fun teasing me, getting me rock hard for her, and now she was going to shut it down. I felt my ego deflate as I looked into her beautiful baby blue eyes, though the fires of need and desire in me burned just as bright and just as hot.

  “Carter, we – ” she started to say, but then stopped herself.

  As I looked into her eyes, I saw something change. It was like something inside of her opened up, or maybe she'd just shut something else away. I knew, looking into her face, that she wanted this, whether she was ready to admit it or not.

  I kissed her again, shutting her up before she could tell me to stop.

  “I need you, Vanessa. Fuck, I need you,” I whispered as my hands explored the curves of her body. “Please don't tell me no again, you want this, I know you do.”

  Her voice caught in her throat as I teased her nipple through her shirt with my fingertips. There was so much raw passion and desire in those sweet eyes of hers

  “It's wrong,” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction and she still didn't push me away.

  “It doesn't have to be. It shouldn't be, goddammit,” I said. “We were together before our folks even knew each other's names. We were an item long before they were. They were the ones in the wrong.”

  She laughed, a throaty sound tinged with pleasure as I continued dotting kisses along her neck. Her hands were in my hair, intertwining her fingers, pulling it.

  I slid a hand up her skirt and I felt how hot and wet she was for me through her panties. I gave her a sultry little grin, knowing how horny she was for me. Slipping a finger underneath her panties, I slid it inside of her. Vanessa sucked in a deep breath as her body stiffened up when I slid my finger deep. She grabbed hold of my shirt, her eyes wide as I penetrated her with just a finger.

  “So wet and warm,” I mutter. “You want this, Vanessa, come on, admit it. It's okay, you can admit it. You want this now every bit as much as you did back then. You can tell me.”

  “Yes,” she groaned, finally letting her control slip.

  “You want my cock buried inside of you, don't you?” I asked, nibbling her ear. “We're alone here, it's a private room. No one will see us and no one will disturb us – in fact, no one will ever have to know. This can be our little secret. Our little slice of heaven.”

  “Oh God, I can't believe I'm saying this,” she said, her voice cracking as I moved my finger inside of her.

  “Say it, baby. I know you want to. You know you want to,” I said.

  I was growing more and more desperate to be inside of her as the minutes ticked by. “Yes, Carter,” she murmured, biting her lip as I slipped my fingers into the depths of her tight little pussy. “Yes, please, fuck me. Just like old times.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN - VANESSA

  What was I even doing there in the first place? Why had I showed up dressed the way I was? Dressed like a club girl and barging into his private room like I did, you'd have thought that was my plan all along – to fuck my stepbrother in the VIP room of some random club.

  But that actually hadn't been the plan. In the dark recesses of my mind though, maybe some part of me had hoped he'd see me dressed in the short skirt and push me to do things I swore I wouldn't to be more like I used to be and less like who I'd come to be.

  But now that it was happening, now that I had his fingers deep inside of me and his lips pressed to mine, I was starting to panic. My heart raced and urged me onward – but my head kept arguing that I needed to stop, to show some restraint and not give into my juvenile, carnal wants and desires. But my body was too far gone. I was already over the edge and there was no coming back.

  When I finally uttered those words “Fuck me,” I knew I was done for. That was the key that unlocked Pandora's Box and there was no turning back. My body ached with desire for him, and I needed him more than I'd needed anything in my entire life. Ever since what had happened at the cafe earlier, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted more, and neither my fingers, nor my toys had done a damn thing to sate the burning need inside of me.

  And as he pressed himself against me, letting me feel the length and thickness of his cock pushing against my body, I realized that it was me who'd removed Carter's pants, not him. I fought with the zipper until he helped me finally get it down. And once his pants were down, my hands slipped down his boxers in an instant, taking his growing erection in my hand and marveling at the sensation of it.

  His cock was so much thicker than I remembered. His cock had always been so big, so hard, and had filled me up so completely. I tightened my grip around his shaft and stroked him and I smiled as I watched Carter's eyes roll back in his head, a smile spreading across his face.

  With just one stroke of his cock, Carter was in heaven. The look of sheer bliss on his sexy face was so satisfying. I loved making him feel good. I kept stroking him, moving my hand up and down his thick, glorious cock, drawing a shuddering breath from him as I squeezed his shaft tight.

  I used to love sucking his cock – loved the way he looked down at me with an expression on his face that never failed to make me feel like I was the most beautiful, sensuous woman in the world. No, scratch that – he loo
ked at me like I was the only woman in the world. And as I stood there stroking his cock again after so long, and as much as my pussy cried out to have him inside of me, I knew I needed him in my mouth.

  Dropping to my knees before him, Carter's eyes widened and he looked surprised. I removed his boxers, pushing them down to his feet so he could step out of them, and then stared at the hard cock right before my eyes. His dick was so large, so beautiful, so perfect and the way it glistened with his pre-cum made me grow even hotter and wetter for him – something I didn't think was even possible. I took the tip of him between my lips and savored the salty taste of his seed before moving my mouth lower down his shaft.

  Carter's hands were tangled in my hair and he moaned, calling my name softly, as I took even more of him into my mouth. He was too big to take fully into my throat, but I used my hand to make up the difference. I looked up at him and there was that look – the look I'd dreamt about on many lonely occasions – and I stopped doubting everything.

  I squeezed his stiff prick nice and hard as I moved up and down on his shaft, sucking and licking and savoring the way he felt in my mouth. Carter's breath was heavy and fast as I sucked him off, and his grip on my hair was growing stronger. I was amazed that after only a few minutes of having his cock in my mouth that he was so close – and in the past, there was nothing I loved more than feeling his body shudder and spasm as he blew his load into my mouth. I always loved swallowing his hot, sticky load of cum, but this time, he had other plans.

  Pulling on my hair, he yanked me back to my feet. He pulled me close and then kissed me, letting his hands explore my body for a moment before he pulled away.

  “I need to taste you,” he said. “I need to taste you so fucking bad.”

  This time, he dropped to his knees in front of me and before I knew what hit me, his tongue was circling my clit. I whimpered as he took me by surprise by putting his mouth on my most intimate parts.

  He fingered me and fucked me with his tongue, all while I watched him eat me out. My knees grew weak and my heart thundered in my chest, but Carter held me up as he brought me to orgasm in record time. Not even meaning to, I pressed down on his head, pushing his tongue even deeper inside of me as my body was hit by the most intense pleasure I thought I'd ever felt. My orgasm was so strong and so powerful, it nearly knocked us both off our feet. But Carter kept us both steady..

  “God, I love making you come like that,” he said, licking his lips, still shiny with my juices. “And you taste so fucking good, Vanessa. Just like I remembered.”

  “No one could ever make me come the way you do,” I said, stroking his face as he stood up and pulled me close.

  It was the truth, though I probably shouldn't have said it. Carter shot me a cocky grin, almost like he knew he was that good. He pressed himself into me, kissing me long and hard. I felt his wet cock pressed hard against my stomach, and I reached down, stroking him some more.

  Carter pushed me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up. His cock pressed against my opening now, and I cried out as I felt the tip of him entering me. He stared into my eyes, our foreheads together, as he moved his hips and thrust himself deep inside of me.

  The sensation of his cock sliding into me was almost too much for me. I let out a soft cry as he stretched me wide open and filled me up with just one thrust. My hands were balled up against his chest and I clung to his shirt, squeezing my eyes shut and doing everything I could to not scream so loud, everybody in the club could hear me over the music.

  The sounds coming from Carter as he moved inside of me were undeniably sexy. And he seemed every bit as amazed by the sensations coursing through us as I did. He was deep inside of me, filling me up so completely. And yet, instead of rushing, instead of driving his cock into me hard and fast, he stared into my eyes, as if savoring the moment. As if he were cherishing it.

  I squeezed my muscles around his cock and his eyes fluttered shut. “Damn. I forgot you could do that,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “And I forgot how big you are,” I said. “Not to mention how fucking amazing you feel inside of me.”

  “You've ever complained about my size before,” he teased, kissing me as his body slowly started moving back and forth, gently fucking me up against the wall.

  Carter was good in the sack in his younger days. But, the older, more experienced, Carter was even better. He knew how to move his body just right, grinding into me and hitting the right spot with ease. I cried out as I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his chest to silence the sounds escaping my throat. He continued holding me up as he pumped his hips in a smooth, steady rhythm, fucking me with patience and deliberate movements, and driving me out of my fucking mind.

  “Yes, yes, Carter,” I muttered, my body shuddering with pleasure.

  I could hear his heart racing in his chest and listened as his breathing grew ragged, and I knew he was close. Carter was usually not one to come too quickly, but I could tell he was struggling to keep it together. I looked up into his eyes once more and bit my bottom lip as I gave him a salacious little smile.

  “Come for me, Carter,” I whispered in his ear. “Please, come inside of me. I want to feel you filling me up with your hot load, baby.”

  Those words were his weakness. His kryptonite.

  “Oh God, Vanessa . ”

  Carter groaned nice and low, thrusting himself deep into me one more time and causing my body to spasm as yet another powerful orgasm came crashing down over me. I stared into his eyes as he shuddered, filling me with his seed, all the while riding out the waves of my own orgasm. Seeing his face contorted into a look of pure ecstasy, along with the sounds coming from him, were enough to keep me climaxing again and again, one after another as he unloaded his seed inside of me.

  When at last, both of our orgasms had subsided, Carter held me there against the wall, our bodies motionless as we struggled to find our breath. I felt high, as if I was floating on air, so when Carter set me back down on my feet, I almost crumpled to the floor.

  He caught me before I fell, and he held me against him, my head resting on his chest as he stroked my hair. After a few moments of silence, he whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

  “God help me,” he said softly. “But Vanessa, when I'm with you, I feel like I want to be a better man. You make me want to be a better man.”

  I looked up to see if he was serious, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw that he was.

  “Then why don't you be one? For me?” I asked him.

  He kissed the tip of my nose before continuing. “Because you've said it time and time again, I can't have you,” he said. “And if I can't have you, I feel empty. Like I have nothing else in the world, so might as well get wasted and fuck things up. You're like the counterbalance to all of my negative, self-destructive impulses. You hold off the darkness that's inside of me.”

  “So you're saying you're only like this because you can't have me?”

  He shrugged. “No, not completely,” he said, not meeting my eyes. “I'm always going to be a troublemaker. That's just who I am. Who I've always been. You know that. You've always known that,” he said. “But the drinking, the drugs, the bimbos – honestly, all of that is me trying to get over you.”

  “We were never really in a relationship, Carter,” I said, pushing a strand of his long hair from his face. “I don't get it. As far as I knew, I was just one of many women who shared your bed.”

  “You're not like any of them. Never have been. You're special to me, Vanessa. You've always been special to me, and you don't even realize it,” he said. “What we have is amazing. You and I fit together like we were made for each other. When I'm with you, it's like pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place. Don't you agree? Don't you feel that way?”

  I couldn't deny that what he said was true. Because it was. It was a truth I'd long denied to myself but standing there, our bodies pressed tog
ether, the feel of his seed still warm inside of me, I couldn't continue denying it.

  “Yes,” I choked out. “It is. And I do.”

  “So why don't we just say fuck it all and admit that we have feelings for one another?” he asked. “Why can’t we just be together, and just live our lives the way we want for a change? We're grown adults. We can do that, can't we?”

  His words sent a lance fear shooting through my heart. Yes, I wanted that. I wanted it more than anything. But there was no way my father would ever allow it. And part of me feared that Carter couldn't keep the drinking and drugs under control if we couldn't be together. Hell, there was a small part of me that feared he couldn't keep them under control even if we could.

  “What do you say, Vanessa? You and me? Let's make a go of it for real this time,” he said.

  I so badly wanted to say yes, to believe that he could be a better man for me. But I wasn't sure it was that easy. I wasn't sure he could just flip a switch and be the man I wanted him to be; the man he thought he could be.

  “Carter, I need to think about all this before I say anything,” I said softly. “My emotions are running high right now, my head is all over the place and I just need to think.”

  Carter looked a bit disheartened, but he nodded. “I understand. And I need to prove it to you too, I guess,” he said. “I need to show you that I mean what I'm saying. That I can be a better man.”

  “That wouldn't hurt either,” I said with a soft smile.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - CARTER

  Vanessa needed proof that I could change. And with her father's campaign fundraising gala scheduled at the mansion, I knew I had the perfect opportunity to prove it to her. I dressed in a suit and tie and even got a haircut. I hadn't had a drop of alcohol since the night at the club.

  After we'd gone separate ways that evening, I was determined to become a man Vanessa could see herself with. A man she could be proud of. And deep down, maybe there was even a bit of desire in me to be the type of man I could be proud of.