White Hot Holidays 16: Christmas To Remember

by Annie Windsor

  With another rush of that mischief that seized her on the stage, Meg ran her nails across both of his nipples. He answered with a rumble of surprise and pleasure, and another bone-melting kiss. Before he could let her go, Meg had his silk trousers undone. Feeling fire in her cheeks at her own boldness, she ran her hands down his abs and kept going to the pulsing iron of his cock.

  He pulled back and sucked in his breath as she captured it with both hands, marveling at the girth, thrilled by the dimensions, dying to sample it every way she could imagine.

  Talk about The Satisfier…

  “Be careful, honey.” He pinned her with his polished jasper eyes as he gently squeezed her ass. “I can’t take much. You’ve got me too damned excited.”

  Meg freed his splendid erection from his pants but kept it tight in her hands as she gazed into his eyes. She wasn’t sure she had ever wanted any man this much in her life. She’d had a handful of boyfriends, even a few serious relationships—but nothing this exciting. Not even close. Nick made her feel scandalous and daring and oh-so desirable. And that made her bolder.

  Still holding his cock and staring into his fathomless eyes, Meg sank slowly to her knees. Her body stocking pulled and stretched, scrubbing her nipples and clit with each movement. Her breasts shifted, and she knew they were close to bursting out of the lace holding them in place.

  Nick watched her with frank lust, and when she gave his erection a teasing squeeze, she saw him grind his teeth. Eager to sample him, Meg flicked her tongue against the swollen head, tasting a bead of salty pre-cum as he clenched his fists in her hair.

  What power I have. A smile tugged at her lips. I think I like being naughty.

  While he watched her, she guided his cock to her lips and sucked him deep into her mouth.

  “Meg. God.” His grip on her hair tightened.

  She sucked him again, this time harder, deeper, feeling her cheeks expand and her throat spread to accommodate his impressive length. He tasted so good, so earthy and male, and the soft skin rippled as she moved her tongue against it.

  Nick never closed his eyes. He watched her intently, moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.

  He wants to see this, she thought with a major thrill. He doesn’t want to close his eyes because I’m his fantasy.

  Meg hummed her pleasure against his hard, throbbing flesh, and he groaned. She wanted to give him more, and more still. Using her fingers and lips and tongue, she worked his cock up and down, up and down until he groaned again and pumped with more force.

  Yes. Yes. Yes. Like that. Let go. Let me have all of you.

  Her breasts lurched in her body stocking. The lacy bows rubbed her straining nipples. Her pussy was so wet she could smell her own arousal, and still he watched her, watched her as he fucked her mouth harder, pulling her hair now, guiding her head.

  “Meg,” he said, hoarse with need. “Meg. I’m going to come. Meg!”

  She loved hearing him say her name, loved being his fantasy. She sucked Nick and sucked him and cupped the swollen sac behind his cock, massaging his balls until he exploded in her mouth with a low roar.

  Hot, salty fluid blasted down her throat, and she drank it, feeling naughtier than ever.

  Meg didn’t want to stop. She wanted to suck Nick’s cock until he got hard again, until she made his knees weak.

  Nick pulled away just enough to slide his cock out of her mouth, then carefully lifted her to her feet. Her breasts finally spilled over the top of her body stocking, and his gaze fixed first on her swollen, aching nipples, then back on her eyes.

  “Now it’s my turn, honey,” he said in such a dangerous, hungry voice that it was her knees that went weak instead.

  Chapter Six

  Nick stepped out of his pants and allowed himself a few seconds to drink in the sight before him.

  Meg.

  Beautiful Meg, bow-patterned stocking low around her shoulders, face flushed, eyes eager, mouth wet and her lips swollen from sucking his cock until he had one hell of an orgasm. Her lavish hair lay across her bared breasts. He brushed aside a curvy wave of chestnut, then rubbed one taut nipple with his thumb.

  She gasped.

  Her whole body rippled with pleasure, and Nick knew he should tease her at least as long as she teased him—but his cock had other ideas. He was already getting hard again, and he knew he couldn’t wait long to be inside her.

  “What do you want?” he asked as he slid the body stocking down and off her arms. When she didn’t answer, he pinched her nipple gently. She moaned and arched toward him, offering herself to his hands, his mouth.

  He wasn’t a man to turn away such splendid gifts.

  “Tell me what you want, Meg.” He pinched both nipples this time, hard, and held on as she trembled and let out a ragged breath. “Let me hear your sexy voice.”

  “I want your mouth,” she managed as he tightened his hold. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her brown eyes misted with desire.

  “Where?” he demanded. Damn, she was splendid. “Say it.”

  Meg’s cheeks flushed. Still shy, but wanting to be wild. “Suck my nipples, Nick. Please. I want to feel you sucking my nipples.”

  He couldn’t help a growl as he cupped one breast, leaned down, and took the pebbled tip in his mouth. It tasted like cinnamon, sweet and warm as he teased the rough point with his tongue.

  Meg moaned and gripped the sides of his head. “Yes. God, yes!”

  Nick sucked the tender flesh between his teeth, biting softly, reveling in her throaty cries. When he bit down harder, she yanked his hair. At the same time she pushed her breast against his mouth asking for more.

  He’d give her whatever she wanted, and then some.

  Squeezing and sucking, he moved from breast to breast until she pulled his hair so hard his eyes watered.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Each time she said the word, his cock got harder.

  “Please—what?” He stood and kissed her, tilting her head back with the force of his embrace.

  It felt so right to hold her close to him, to stroke the satin skin of her bare back. He surrendered her lips long enough to push the body stocking down over her shapely hips. “What should I suck next? Tell me. Your neck?” He nipped the soft flesh under her ear. “Your lip?” He kissed her again and nibbled her bottom lip.

  Each time he spoke, each time his lips touched her, she trembled. He felt her muscles tense with excitement, smiled at the gooseflesh breaking out across her shoulders.

  The body stocking dropped lower. To her knees. To her ankles. Meg stepped out of it, naked, flushed, her nipples damp and swollen from his tender sucking. Nick could still taste the cinnamon on his tongue.

  His.

  She was his.

  He wasn’t letting her go, now or ever.

  He kissed her again, squeezing her bare ass, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Then he picked her up, knelt and stretched her out on the soft carpet in front of the fire. Her hair spread across the red and green pillows like a Christmas angel come down to grant his every wish. He sat back, studying every aspect, from her brown eyes to the curve of her belly, to the damp hair and swollen folds of her pussy, ready and waiting for him.

  His. Definitely his.

  “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known, Meg.”

  She reached out and trailed her nails down his chest. “They don’t have women up north in the cold and snow?”

  Nick laughed. “Yes, but they’re— Let’s just say I’m a little too tall for them.”

  She looked confused, but she didn’t ask any more questions because he stretched himself out on top of her and kissed all her questions away. All her answers, too, except for one. The one he wanted to hear.

  “Where do you want my mouth, Meg?” He slid his hand into the wet heat between her legs, making her moan and writhe. She tried to talk, but he stole her words by sliding one finger into her pussy, slowly, slowly, in and out, then up to swirl around her
clit. When she raised her hips to meet him, he stopped, and she smacked his arm.

  “Tease,” she gasped.

  He ran his tongue across her lips. “So wet for me. I want to make you wetter. I want to make you scream. Tell me what you want, Meg, or I’ll tease you all night.”

  She moaned as he cupped her pussy, and she arched her hips again. “Nick. Now you’re killing me.”

  “I like to see you blush. I like to hear your voice, asking me to give you pleasure. Letting me know you’re mine. Say it, Meg. What do you want?”

  She did blush, and she sighed, and she moved against his merciless hand.

  “Lick my pussy,” she whispered, and blushed harder. “Make me come, Nick. Please. Please!”

  Chapter Seven

  Nick’s smile made Meg’s blood boil with need.

  This wasn’t a dream. This was really happening.

  She was here with Nick, naked in his arms, feeling the press of his renewed erection against her thigh as he moved on top of her and slid down, down between her legs.

  Meg’s body throbbed and burned for release. Hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to speak. And she knew she had to be red everywhere, admitting what she wanted, begging for it, using forbidden words for his ears only.

  Moisture coated every inch of her lower lips and curls. God, she was losing her mind, or at least she thought she was until he buried his face in her pussy and ran his tongue from channel to tip and back again. Over and over he drank her in, pausing to taste her clit. Little licks, small nibbles, like he was enjoying a gourmet meal.

  Rushing toward the edge, Meg raised her hips and pressed her sex into his face. He slid his hands under her ass and pulled her closer. His lips fastened on her clit and he sucked, and she really did lose her mind.

  “Oh, damn. Oh, yes. There. Please. There!” Her fingers found his hair and she tugged him closer still. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  White-hot rivers of ecstasy spread through her hips, up her belly, to her chest and down through her arms. Her nipples jutted higher, and her breasts seemed to swell, too, heavy with want.

  Nick stopped sucking, but only long enough to murmur, “Beautiful. So beautiful, and you taste so good.”

  The he took her clit in his mouth again and she bucked from the force of the bliss. Meg felt like Nick’s tongue was everywhere, flicking that sensitive spot, then lower, delving into her clenching channel, then higher, sliding along her inner lips in a maddening pattern designed to claim her sanity. He bit those lips softly, sucking and tasting, then turned them loose and raised his head.

  “Pinch your nipples,” he said in a forceful rumble that would have made her do anything, anything. Her hands flew up to her breasts, and she took her own nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched.

  The sharp sensation shot straight to her clit as Nick groaned his approval and fixed his mouth back on the swollen, pulsing button once again. As he did, he thrust two fingers deep in her channel.

  Meg rose up again to look at him, to watch what he was doing to her. He was her fantasy, too. Damn, yes. And so much better than she’d let herself imagine.

  The pressure on her nipples, the image of Nick between her legs, licking her pussy, sucking her clit, and the feel of his fingers inside her sent her straight over the edge.

  Meg’s orgasm hit her so hard her head slammed back against the red and green pillows. A wave of molten heat traveled every inch of her skin. She heard the force of her moan, felt her channel clench tight around his pumping fingers.

  Nick’s tongue darted and touched, pressed and tapped as he drew out the waves of pleasure until she thought she’d melt into nothing, just fade into that soft carpet and never get up again.

  He eased up, then pushed himself over her and settled his chest against hers, arms to either side of her head. When he kissed her, she tasted herself on his mouth and started blushing all over again. She had never done that before. New risks. New naughty excitement.

  This man had her so bewitched he could have collected her soul in a jar and she might not have noticed.

  “Incredible,” he murmured against her ear, sending a new round of chills all over her. “I could touch you forever, Meg Caulfield.”

  “I’d let you,” she whispered back, and kissed him, losing herself in his cedar-spice scent, in the smell of her pleasure on his face and lips.

  “But you know the rules, honey.” His cock pressed between her thighs, sliding along the length of her pussy, nudging at her wet, ready channel. “Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say it.”

  Meg gazed into his polished jasper eyes, knowing her cheeks had started to flame, but not even caring. She wanted this. She wanted him now, right now, and she’d say whatever it took to get that thick, hot cock deep inside her pussy.

  “I want your cock inside me. I want you deep. I want you hard. Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me now. Please!”

  His ravenous grin made her insides turn to mush. She loved how her words excited him, loved how he wanted her so completely, so absolutely.

  Nick eased back down between her legs and sat back on his knees. In quick, deft movements, he grabbed his silk pants and removed a condom from the pocket. Never taking his eyes off of hers, he tore it open and slipped it on, sheathing himself while she watched and waited and wanted.

  Oh, how she ever wanted.

  He finished and shifted her on the pillows, pulled her closer and slowly, with deep, sensual caresses, lifted her legs up on his shoulders.

  “Keep your eyes open,” he said in his hypnotic bass. “Let me see inside you while I fuck you.”

  His fantasy.

  My fantasy.

  Meg’s heart pounded so loudly she knew he’d hear it as he rocked her back on the pillows and spread her legs.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

  And oh, God, he did.

  Nick’s muscles flexed as he drove his cock inside her, all the way inside her, filling her up, stretching her pussy so wide she ached from the joy, that she cried out from the absolute possession.

  He stayed still a moment, holding her legs tight against him, gazing at her like she was the only woman on the Earth, and all he would ever want.

  Then he moved his hips with a slow, heart-claiming rhythm. Meg watched the point where they joined, watched his iron-hard cock move in and out, in and out, slick and shining with her ample juices.

  “So deep.” She touched his hands on her legs. “So good!”

  Fire danced in his eyes as he plumbed her channel deeper still, pulling her against him with each slow, sensual plunge.

  Meg’s coherent thoughts gave way to sensations. She saw the fascinating dark of his eyes, the way his lips pulled back in an untamed smile. She felt his grip on her legs, the strength in his arms as he held her there, fucking her, fucking her so deep she rocked with each thrust.

  Faster now. In and out. In and out. Her back scrubbed against the soft carpet while the pillows held her head and Nick had complete control of the rest of her.

  She was at his mercy.

  And she loved it. Loved every second of it.

  His balls slapped against her ass as he pumped deeper, faster, spreading her wider each time. Her channel walls clenched and unclenched, and Meg moaned again and again. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted his cock inside her forever, thrusting, thrusting, making her pussy his from the inside out. It was his. She was his.

  The hot musk of sex filled the air, mixing with a touch of cedar smoke and evergreen and fire itself.

  “Harder,” she begged, and he obliged. Rhythmic thrusts became insistent pounding, pushing her, stretching her, filling her up and up until she thought she would burst.

  “Wait,” he ordered as he slammed his cock into her pussy again, and again, and again. “Just another second. Just another minute.”

  Meg dug her nails into his arms and scratched, drawing a hiss of mixed pain and pleasure.

  She couldn’t hold
off. She couldn’t!

  But the spark in his eyes made her want to. The way he looked at her with so much passion and affection made her determined—and somehow, she did hold back.

  She bit her lip. She held her breath. And the heat built and built. Sweat broke across every inch of her. Her muscles gathered into tight, ready knots. Her belly clenched with her pussy, grabbing his cock, holding on as he drove in and out of her channel until the wet slap of flesh on flesh was all she could hear, mixed with the thunder of her own heartbeat.

  “Now, Meg,” Nick shouted. “Come now!”

  Meg turned loose her breath in one big rush, screaming as her body exploded.

  Her teeth slammed together as liquid fire tore through each muscle, burning her so, so sweetly, forcing her up and up and up until she thought she might fly forever.

  Her pussy spasmed over and over, clamping tighter on Nick’s cock as he roared with his own orgasm. He kept thrusting, slower, slower, sending aftershock after aftershock streaming through her spent body.

  Nick fucked her slow and easy, bringing them both down until Meg could breathe again—but only in short, forced gulps.

  She had never felt anything like that in her life.

  Merry Christmas to me…

  At last, he slid out of her, rolled over and cradled her against him in front of the soothing, beautiful fire.

  Meg didn’t want the magic to end. She didn’t want to fall asleep, but she had nothing left inside her. Not even the energy to hold up her drooping eyelids.

  “Go ahead, honey,” Nick whispered. He kissed the top of her head. “I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

  Chapter Eight

  Nick held Meg long after she fell asleep, listening to her breathe. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, except for her moans and screams of pleasure.