by Opal Carew
She moved backward, still straddling his body. Slowly, in anticipation of seeing the thick, growing erection hidden beneath the bedding, she pulled the sheet downward, revealing more and more of his fine, sexy body.
Chapter Seven
But when Holly pulled the sheet past Kalen’s hips, she saw that his cock was clothed in something with red, white, and green stripes, like a candy cane.
“What is that?” she asked. At the top of the festive covering was a bright green satin bow.
“I wanted to wrap your gift, so I used a Christmas sock.”
She grinned. “And that ribbon. What if it gets too tight?”
“Well, I’m assuming you’ll unwrap it soon, but the bow is tied around a hair scrunchie I found in the bathroom, so it stretches.”
She laughed. “Good thinking.”
She leaned back and stared at the delightfully sexy package he’d prepared for her, and watched it grow under her scrutiny.
“That certainly is a long . . .” She cleared her throat. “Uh . . . sock.”
He chuckled. “It’s a good thing. A guy could get pretty cold lying here naked like this, chained up, without a soft body to keep him warm.”
“Oh, I think I can fix that.” She grinned. “I think I’ll unwrap my big package and play with it now.”
She reached for the tail of the green ribbon and pulled, untying the bow. Then she tucked her fingers under the green scrunchie. Her finger brushed the warm skin at the base of his cock. She drew the scrunchie off, careful not to shift the sock. Now only the knit tube covered him.
She leaned down and licked the skin around the base of the sock. Slowly, she drew the sock off his shaft, her fingers lightly grazing the skin above the sock as she moved.
She stopped halfway and licked his shaft, then nibbled it with her lips like it was a cob of corn. It was hot and hard against her mouth.
She eased the sock a little farther off . . . nibbling and licking along after it . . . until the sock only covered the thick cockhead.
She leaned back and admired her gift, the tip still hidden. She stroked her fingers along the length of naked skin. So soft and smooth. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft as much as she could and squeezed.
He drew in a deep breath.
“I think I like my present.” She toyed with the tip, swirling her finger over it. “I think it’s time for me to see all of it.”
She plucked the sock all the way off. His cock twitched under her gaze.
She covered her mouth. “Oh, my. What a big cock you have.”
“The better to fuck you with, my dear.”
She giggled, stroking his huge erection with both hands. Gliding up the smooth flesh, and back down again. Then up. And down.
“Oh, God, I want to feel it inside me.”
“Take it slow, baby, you don’t—”
But she’d already arched over him and pressed his cockhead to her wet opening. She pressed down, but the sheer size of him felt daunting against her flesh. His cockhead seemed impossibly big.
Far too wide to fit inside her.
But she wanted him so bad. She would find a way.
She pressed down and the tip of his cockhead pushed in a little. It was hot and felt good against her. But pressing down farther stretched her more and she had to stop.
She eased away and glided his cock forward and backward over her slick folds. She glazed him with her juices. Then she centered him again and eased downward again. He filled her a little more this time.
She circled her hips, spiraling down on him, taking him deeper. But still his whole cockhead wasn’t inside. She stopped and drew in a deep breath.
“You don’t have to do this, sweetheart. We can do the same thing we did last night.”
She shook her head. “No. I want to take you inside. All of you.” She gazed at him. “But I think I need your help.”
“The key’s on the bedside table.”
She nodded and unfastened his wrists. A second later, he tumbled her onto her back. His mouth ravaged hers and he rolled over her. He pressed his cockhead to her opening and started to press. His cock eased into her, a little at a time. He quickly reached the same point she had, his cockhead partially buried in her, but with the widest part still to go.
With a steady, even pressure, he kept moving forward.
“It’s so big,” she murmured.
His gaze remained locked on hers. “You want me to stop?”
“No, please keep going.”
He pushed and she resisted the urge to stop him, pain mingling with pleasure. But her desire to be claimed by him overshadowed any discomfort.
“Take me, Kalen.” Her throaty whisper sent sparks flaring in his eyes. “Make me yours.”
He surged a little, then stopped himself, but his cockhead was all the way inside now. She ached at the tightness . . . but she wanted more.
“Keep going,” she murmured.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.” His voice trembled with desire.
He pressed forward again, his cock entering her in a slow, unrelenting stroke.
Her eyelids fluttered as his shaft filled her yielding body.
“Oh, yes.”
Slowly, he moved deeper and deeper. She stretched around him, but the pain morphed to pleasure, quivering through her in waves. He was so deep now she knew he touched parts of her no man ever had before.
“God, Holly, you feel incredible around me.”
“Oh, Kalen, I can’t believe you’re inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “Have you, baby?”
She nodded, not caring that she’d basically told him she’d had a crush on him forever.
He pushed deeper still, then finally stopped.
He was all the way inside her now.
She squeezed him and he groaned.
“Fuck, baby, give me a minute. I want you to get used to me.”
She giggled. “I’ll never get used to you. Every time with you will be special.”
He laughed, then slowly drew back. His wide cockhead stroked her sensitive canal, sending electric pulses through her. Once he was almost all the way out, he slowly glided forward again.
This time he eased in much easier, but still stretched her. The feel of him moving inside her sent quivers along her spine.
When he was all the way inside her this time, he kissed her, his lips moving on hers with passion.
“You feel incredible.” He smiled. “I can’t think of a better way to spend Christmas.”
She laughed with joy. Then she cupped his cheeks and kissed him.
“Now fuck me, Kalen.”
His eyes flared with heat and he began to move. His cock glided out, then in again. His strokes were slow and even, and her body welcomed every forward thrust. Soon, he picked up speed and she moaned at the exquisite sensations of being claimed by him.
“Do you like that, baby?”
She clung to his shoulders. “Yes, Kalen. Oh, please keep going.”
He drove into her faster and harder. She arched to meet each thrust. God, his hard cock filling her was driving her over the edge. She moaned, tears welling in her eyes. Pleasure swamped her senses.
“Oh, God. Oh, yessss . . .” Her reedy wail filled the room as joy pulsed through her.
“Ahhh . . . I’m . . .” She choked at the blazing heat inside her. “Coming. . . .”
The word trailed off with the moan of her release. She quivered, riding the wave of pleasure higher and higher. He filled her again and again, his cock driving deep and hard.
Ecstasy blossomed inside her, shattering her hold on the here and now. Time shivered away.
She was poised on the edge of eternity.
Then she gasped and plummeted back to earth, clinging to Kalen.
He shuddered against her, his cock exploding insider her, catapulting her to a new orgasm.
He plunged deep, pinning her to the bed. She wailed on and on,
his hot seed filling her, infusing her with bliss.
Her body, still trembling with delight, finally relaxed on the bed. He was on top of her, gasping for air. As was she.
He eased a little to the side, his lips trailing along her shoulder.
Then he just lay there, holding her.
She stared at the ceiling, enjoying his closeness, glowing with delight.
Never, even in her hottest, sexiest dreams, had she imagined it would be like that. Being with Kalen had been the most intense experience of her life.
And she never wanted to let him go.
A phone rang. It wasn’t her ring tone and she realized Kalen’s phone was on the bedside table. He rolled away and glanced at the display.
“Sorry, I should take this.”
But instead of sitting up and answering, he headed out the door and closed it behind him.
Chapter Eight
Holly stared at the door, feeling abandoned. Which might be silly, but she hated that a phone call was more important to him than being with her, especially after the intimacy they’d just shared.
She’d felt like the most important thing in the world to him—the center of his world—until he’d taken the first opportunity to run off.
She stood up and shook free her thoughts of abandonment. She knew she was just overly sensitive to such things. After her sister left for college, then her high school boyfriend . . . and her parents dying . . . of course she had abandonment issues. And her string of crappy romantic relationships since then hadn’t helped.
She opened her suitcase, which Kalen had brought in from the car after breakfast, and pulled out a change of clothes, then got dressed.
When she walked to the living room, she didn’t see him there, so she continued down the hall to the kitchen. She heard his voice and hesitated outside the door. He hadn’t taken the call in the bedroom, so clearly he wanted some privacy.
But she couldn’t pull herself from the doorway.
“I wish I was there with you, too,” Kalen said. “Yes, of course.” He laughed, then listened for a few minutes.
She sighed as she turned to walk back to the living room.
“I love you, too. I’ll talk to you again in a couple of days.”
Her heart clenched. He was in love with someone? She hurried down the hall and sat down on the couch, finding it hard to breathe.
What kind of idiot had she been, sleeping with a man who was way out of her league? And he obviously was the type who wouldn’t stay true to one woman.
Kalen walked into the living room.
“There you are. I was going to make some hot chocolate. Want some?”
She had to calm herself so she could answer without an acerbic edge to her voice.
“No, thanks. Maybe later. I should go call my sister.” She stood up and marched to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
She sat on the bed and dialed.
“Hey, Holly,” Tom answered. “We missed having you here this morning.”
“Hi, Holly,” June said. “I’m on the line now, too. When do you think you’ll be here?”
“I’m sorry, but the weight of the ice after the freezing rain last night brought down a lot of tree branches. The road is blocked, so we can’t get to the main road.”
“There must be people up there who’ll help get it cleared,” Tom said.
“Yes, the neighbors said they’ll get together and do that, but it’s really bad. A lot of big branches came down and the rain continued to fall on then, so they’re frozen to the ground. With it being Christmas Day, they don’t want to tackle it until tomorrow. Even if they did, the roads are sheer ice so the driving would be bad.”
“We just want you to be safe,” June said, “so if you have to wait until tomorrow, then do that. We’ll open gifts with you when you arrive, and I’ll keep a nice turkey thigh for you, since I know that’s your favorite.”
“Thanks, June.”
“I have to go baste the turkey,” Tom said. “You two keep talking.”
“Bye, Tom,” Holly said.
“So who is this friend who’s giving you a ride?” June asked. “You said it was someone from high school?”
“Oh, yeah. His name is Kalen.”
“Kalen? Not Kalen Welles, one of the star football players?”
“Yeah. Him.”
“Really?” Holly could hear the smile in June’s voice. “You were hot for him.”
“I was not,” Holly lied.
June laughed. “Oh, sweetie, you never fooled me. You had a first-class crush on the guy. Now you’re . . .” June giggled. “Oh, my God, you had him all to yourself in an isolated cabin. Did you . . . you know . . . spend the night with him?”
Holly stared at her hand, her stomach tied up in knots. Her throat closed up tight.
“Holly? Honey, is something wrong?”
Tears trickled from her eyes.
“Holly?” June prompted insistently.
“I—” Her voice cracked.
“Oh, Holly. You did. What happened?”
“We—” Tears blurred her vision. “It was so nice. We talked. He was so sweet, and he really seemed to like me. When we . . .” She sucked in a breath. “He and I . . . it was really special.”
“But . . . ?”
“But he got a phone call and I overheard him telling someone he wishes he was with her and that he loves her.”
“So he’s a two-timing ass,” June said in a brittle voice.
Holly snuffled, then grabbed a tissue and blew her nose.
“I don’t know why I attract such jerks.”
The boyfriend she’d had before Jim had cheated on her regularly, though she hadn’t known it at the time. She’d suspected it once, but he’d lied to her face.
“You certainly deserve better. But I don’t want you to be down on all guys. There are some really good ones out there.”
“Like Tom,” Holly said.
“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky.”
“The thing is, Kalen seemed so caring and sweet. He remembered things about me from high school. Before that, I thought he never even noticed me. And last night . . . the way he talked . . . And he was so considerate.”
“So are you sure you didn’t misunderstand the conversation? Maybe you should ask him about it.”
“No way. Do you know how awkward that’ll make spending the next few hours with him?”
“Yeah, and what about when it’s time to go to bed? You’re spending another night there, remember?”
Holly covered her mouth. “Oh, God.”
What was she going to do?
Holly walked back into the living room after collecting herself and washing her face. All she could think about was how she could avoid sleeping with him tonight . . . while wondering how she could turn down another opportunity to be with her dream man, even if he had turned out to be a snake.
But something inside her wouldn’t let her really believe that, even though she’d heard him talking to that other woman. Was June right and she’d mistaken what was going on?
I wish I was there with you. I love you. His words kept swirling through her head.
She couldn’t help thinking of herself as the other woman. Whoever that woman on the other end of the line had been, she had no idea that Kalen was here with Holly. That he’d just finished fucking Holly.
Oh, God, she felt so awful. She remembered how betrayed and hurt she’d felt when she’d found out her previous boyfriend had slept with someone else. Holly had hated that woman and now Kalen’s girlfriend had every reason to hate Holly. Even though Holly hadn’t known she was cheating.
“Have a good talk with your sister?” Kalen asked. He was sitting on the couch in front of the fire, sipping his steaming hot chocolate.
Oh, God, why did he have to be so sexy? And why did her heart have to accelerate every time she got near him?
“Yeah, thanks.”
Christmas music played in the background. Sunlight, glistening on t
he icy snow outside, streamed through the windows.
“Do you like playing games?”
“What?” Holly asked.
“Board games. Or cards. I found some in the cupboard.”
“Oh, I love games.”
She and June used to play all the time. Holly and June had pulled Tom into their love of game-playing and so they had quite a collection at the cabin. She walked to the cupboard and grabbed one of the longer strategy board games.
If they played a game, their conversation would be focused on that rather than each other. Or what had happened between them.
She carried the box to the dining room and began setting it up. Kalen disappeared, then returned with a steaming cup.
“Here’s that hot chocolate.” He smiled as he set it in front of her and her heart constricted.
Damn. Why did he have to be so considerate?
They played for a couple of hours, starting a second game once they’d finished the first. Despite her unhappiness with Kalen, sitting across from him kept her heart pitter-pattering. She couldn’t forget their sensational lovemaking earlier. The feel of his big cock gliding inside her.
Thoughts of climbing under the table and freeing that big member, then taking it in her mouth again, had her pulse practically vibrating.
But he was with another woman and no matter how much she wanted to be with him, she would not betray his girlfriend.
Holly sank into the game, trying her best to forget about the tension between them. And she almost succeeded.
Almost.
“It looks like you won,” Kalen said as they tallied up their victory points at the end of the second game.
Holly counted up her large red crystals, the small clear ones, and the star values on her cards.
“I have one hundred thirty-five,” she said with a smile.
“Beats me. I’m at ninety-five.”
“Another?” she asked.
“No, thanks. You’ve beat me enough tonight.”
“We can play a different game.”
He stood up and walked around the table toward her, a smile creeping across his face.
“I can think of something much more fun we can do.”
But as his hand brushed her shoulder, she pushed back her chair and stood up, turning away from him.
