Big Package

by Opal Carew

  “Maybe there’s a movie we can watch,” she suggested as she started toward the living room.

  But Kalen followed and grasped her arm, stopping her.

  “Holly, what’s wrong?”

  Chapter Nine

  Holly turned to face Kalen, but stepped out of his grasp. “Nothing, I just thought a movie might be nice.”

  He shook his head. “You’ve been very subdued. Have I done something wrong?”

  No, of course not, was what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t force out the words. She just held silent, staring at him.

  “Please tell me.”

  She bit her lip, then turned and walked to the living room and sat in an armchair.

  “Holly?” he prompted at her continued silence.

  She folded her hands in her lap. “Okay, just tell me. Do you have a girlfriend?”

  He frowned. “No. Of course not.”

  Anger surged through her and she was sure he could see sparks flaring in her eyes.

  “Why would you ask that?”

  “I heard you on the phone this morning,” she answered. “I didn’t mean to, but I did. You told her that you wished you were with her today. And that—” She almost choked on the lump in her throat. “That you loved her.”

  The softness in his eyes dissipated as he watched her.

  “Are you going to deny it?” she asked. But the look in his eyes made her feel very vulnerable and uncomfortable.

  “No, I’m not going to deny it at all. And I can see how hearing that conversation could upset you.” He stood up and walked to the window. “But did you ever think how your reaction would upset me?” He turned to look at her, his eyes almost accusing. “Do you know how it makes me feel that you think so little of me you’d believe I’d cheat like that?”

  “What would you expect me to believe?”

  “I would hope that you’d give me the benefit of the doubt and ask me about it before you judged me as guilty.”

  She swallowed. She didn’t understand how he had so effectively turned this around on her, but now she felt incredibly guilty. So guilty she almost wanted to beg his forgiveness.

  But this was exactly the kind of thing a man who was okay with cheating would say.

  Except that with Kalen, she felt herself believing that he was innocent. Whether it was because she so desperately wanted him to be, or because he actually was, she didn’t know.

  “I’m . . . sorry.”

  He nodded, but his expression was still strained.

  “The woman you overheard me talking to was my sister, Jennie. This is the first Christmas we haven’t spent together. I do wish I could have been with her today, but Holly . . .”

  His midnight eyes locked on hers and she felt her insides melting.

  “That doesn’t mean I wish I wasn’t here with you. I’m glad we wound up having this time to get to know each other. I wouldn’t give up our time together for anything.”

  His sister. Oh, God, that made sense.

  “But why . . . Why did you run off to take the call elsewhere?”

  “Are you kidding? Do you think I wanted to talk to my little sister while lying in bed with a beautiful, naked woman like you? With my cock hardening all over again just because I was near you?”

  Holly felt her cheeks flush. “I see.”

  He laughed, his midnight eyes glittering. “Do you really?”

  He pulled her against him and found her lips. The soft, persuasive kiss melted through her, leaving her knees weak. He drew back, gazing at her with warmth.

  “In case you’re still wondering, I don’t consider you just a one-night stand. I want to keep seeing you after this.”

  Her heart soared as he tipped up her chin and kissed her again. His lips on hers and his hard body tight against her thrust her hormones into hyperdrive.

  “Really?” she asked breathlessly.

  He smiled, his whole face beaming.

  “Yes. Really.”

  Someone knocked on the door and Holly turned to see shadowy figures on the other side of the frosted glass.

  “Remember where we were,” Kalen said as he released her.

  He walked to the door and she heard voices, then Kalen returned with two large brown paper bags.

  “Good news. Some of the neighbors gathered together some food for us so we’d have a nice Christmas dinner. I invited them to come in, but they wanted to get back to their families.”

  She followed him to the dining room and they unpacked the bags. There were containers with warm turkey meat, glazed ham, stuffing, potatoes, squash, various other vegetables, and several desserts, including pie, cookies, and squares.

  “Oh, my goodness,” Holly said. “They’re so generous.”

  Kalen set plates and cutlery on the table and Holly hurried to the kitchen, then returned with a bottle of white wine. Together they enjoyed the lovely dinner, then retired to the living room to sit by the fire with their wine.

  “This has been a pretty nice Christmas after all,” Holly said. She snuggled close to Kalen’s side. He slid his arm around her. “In fact, I think it’s one of the best I’ve ever had.”

  He smiled, then kissed her. So sweet and loving.

  “I wish I had a nice gift for you,” he said.

  “You mean in addition to the lovely big package you gave me this morning?”

  He chuckled. “Yes, well, we both enjoyed you receiving that gift. But I would love to give you something special. Since I couldn’t go out shopping for something, I made you something while you were talking to your sister.”

  “You made me something?”

  He nodded, then stood up and walked to the shelving unit against the wall and opened a drawer. He took something out and carried it back to her. It was a small present wrapped in some of the leftover crazy elf wrap and tied with some of the ribbon that had been around the big gift box.

  She pulled off the ribbon and unwrapped the paper. Inside was a round box—just a plain brown one like she’d seen in the dollar store—but it was decorated with swirly designs and words in black ink from a thin marker pen. Love. Hope. Courage. Happiness.

  It was beautifully done.

  “You did this?” she asked, gazing at him with a smile.

  He nodded. “Open it.”

  She opened it, revealing a collection of pinecones. And inside the round lid were the words: Believe in yourself.

  “I thought the pinecones could be a reminder of our time together here,” he explained. “And since pinecones are seeds, they could symbolize new and beautiful things that could grow from our being together, and from us believing in ourselves and each other.”

  Her eyes grew misty and she felt worse than ever about her loss of faith in him earlier.

  “Oh, Kalen.” She threw herself into his arms. “I’m so sorry I doubted you.”

  She clung tightly to him, never wanting to let him go.

  “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.” He stroked her back. “I get why you reacted the way you did. I should have been more understanding.”

  She kissed his cheek, loving the raspy feel of his whiskers. “Let’s forget about it and just enjoy where we are now.” She cupped his face between her hands. “Let’s enjoy this wonderful, romantic night together.”

  She kissed him, the caress of his lips sending need surging through her.

  “Since I have no gift for you, I’ll just have to give you something else that’s very special.”

  He nuzzled her neck. “You already have. And I’m looking forward to enjoying it all over again.”

  She slid to the floor and unzipped his jeans, then glided her hand inside. His cock was already swelling with need. She reached into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. So warm. The skin, so soft. She squeezed and drew him out, lifting the tall member from the cloth. She smiled as she wrapped both hands around him and began to stroke.

  “I still can’t believe how big you are.”

  “I’m ju
st glad it doesn’t scare you off.”

  She shifted her gaze to his face, still stroking his big member.

  “Does that really happen?”

  “It happens a lot. You’d be surprised.”

  “So you’re saying women get you to this point and see it, then just . . . leave you wanting?”

  “Some will give me oral sex, but most find that too daunting as well. Usually, they’ll give me a hand job.”

  She frowned. He must feel very rejected when that happens to him. She couldn’t believe it. A man she was sure could have any woman he wanted . . . yet he faced the constant uncertainty of whether a woman, even one seemingly enthusiastic and willing . . . might reject him. And when he was already turned on and in need.

  She lovingly glided her hand down his cock. It must leave him feeling very vulnerable.

  She leaned forward and kissed his cockhead tenderly. She lapped lightly at the tip, tasting the salty clear drop. Her lips fluttered over his tip, then under the ridge and down the massive shaft to the root.

  She gazed up at him and smiled. “Well, I love your gigantic cock.”

  She kissed the base again, then licked up to the tip. She caressed his erection sweetly, then licked it all over. The massive head, the long column, around the base, and every sensitive spot along the way. She stroked her hands over it gently while she lapped at his shaved balls.

  She wanted him to know how much she cherished this part of him. She wanted him to know that all of him was totally desirable.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. It’s like you’re worshiping my cock.”

  She smiled and stroked it again.

  “I am. It’s so beautiful and large.” She pushed herself up, gliding over his chest, and kissed his mouth. “And how could I not worship something that gives me so much pleasure.”

  “Damn, Holly, you are so special.” His arms tightened around her and he kissed her deeply, making her heart quiver.

  “What can I do to make you feel as special as I know you are?” she asked as she stood up and unfastened her jeans.

  He smiled. “You’re doing it.”

  She stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside, loving the heat building in his eyes as he gazed at her in her skimpy bra and panties.

  She sat on his lap facing him and rested her fingers on his cheek.

  “I mean it. I want to do something special for you. Fulfill some fantasy, maybe.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so.”

  The hard ridge of his cock was against her stomach. She moved so that it glided over her silk-clad crotch, making him groan.

  “Why not? I really want to do this for you.”

  His lips tightened. “Okay, I’ll tell you my fantasy. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay. I don’t expect—”

  She covered his mouth, stopping his words. Then she eased back and smiled.

  “Just tell me.”

  He drew in a breath. “A lot of women seem to have fantasies about being with two men at the same time.”

  Her stomach tightened. “Um . . . are you suggesting a threesome? You, me, and another woman?”

  “What? No.” He smiled. “I mean, unless you have another woman hanging around here and that’s a fantasy of yours.”

  “No, not me. So what did you mean?”

  “I’m intrigued by the fact that a lot of women fantasize about threesomes and I find the idea of sharing a woman with another man very exciting.”

  Her eyes widened. “So you want me to . . . um . . . be with you and . . . another man?”

  “That would be wildly exciting. But I’m afraid I’d be too jealous to actually share you.” He gazed at her intently. “Have you ever fantasized about being with two men?”

  “Uh . . . sometimes. But just as a fantasy.”

  His hand cupped her ass and he squeezed gently. “Okay, tell me. Have you ever had anal?”

  Her breath locked in her lungs and she felt faint.

  “Hold on. Breathe, baby. I didn’t mean with me. Or rather, not with my cock.”

  She shook her head. “Then what do you mean?”

  “In that big package were a lot of toys. And one was a dildo with a strap-on. I was thinking that maybe . . . with that . . . you could experience two men, but they’re both me.”

  A tingle danced through her vagina, curling up through her body and triggering a fluttering twinge in her back opening. The thought of two cocks inside her was intensely exciting. She had dreamed of being between two hot, hard men, both of them driving into her.

  She knew better than to ever mention her fantasy to her ex because he would have gotten right on the phone and invited one of his buddies over. She didn’t want that. Just him and one of his beer buddies fucking her.

  But what Kalen was suggesting would give her the chance to experience the physical side of a threesome even though it would just be the two of them.

  “Are you doing this because you really want to fulfill my fantasy?” she asked.

  He smiled. “I love that it would do that, too, but no, I really like the idea of seeing you with two cocks inside you. Of knowing that when I thrust into you, I’m filling both your openings.”

  “Okay, I’m willing to give it a try.”

  His face beamed with his broad smile. His arms closed around her in a bear hug, and his lips found hers. She felt herself tumble back on the couch, his body hovering over hers as he took her mouth with abandon.

  The kiss deepened and her heart pumped in a staccato rhythm. His heavy cock lay on her belly and she squirmed beneath him until she felt it press against her intimate flesh, only the thin barrier of silk between them.

  He laughed and drew back until he was sitting gazing at her. His hands glided down her chest, over her heaving breasts, to her panties. He stroked over the crotch, his eyes glittering as his finger pressed against her slick flesh.

  “This idea has you turned on,” he said.

  She stroked his chest, feeling his hard muscles beneath his shirt.

  “You have me turned on.”

  He kept stroking her, driving her wild with need.

  Then he stood up. “I’ll be back in five seconds. Don’t move.”

  Chapter Ten

  Holly lay there, the sound of her pulse pounding in her ears as she watched him disappear down the hall.

  He returned within moments, a blue silicone penis in his hand and a couple of other things. He set them on the table beside the couch. Then he knelt down and kissed her. His lips moved on hers sweetly, his tongue dipping inside and exploring. She felt his hand cup her breasts and he caressed while his passionate kiss stole her breath away. She stroked her tongue with his, then sucked on it.

  He groaned and tore his mouth away. “God, you are the sexiest woman I know.”

  He cupped both her breasts within his big hands, stroking gently. His thumbs teased her nipples and she arched against him.

  She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then pulled it away. His eyes glittered as he gazed at her naked breasts. Her hands cupped underneath them and she lifted, offering them to him. He laughed, then leaned in and took one ripe bud in his mouth and suckled softly. She moaned.

  Then his mouth slipped free and he kissed downward. Over her stomach. His tongue teased her navel, then he continued downward. His teeth grazed the edge of her panties and tugged, a wicked glow in his midnight eyes as his gaze locked on hers.

  He dipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and he drew them down, then tossed them aside. When she felt his tongue delve into her folds, she sucked in a breath, arching toward him.

  He lapped at her wetness, gliding the length of her slit, then pushing into her opening.

  “Oh, yes,” she murmured.

  He smiled, licking forward. Then his tongue tip pushed against her bundle of nerves and she arched. He teased her clit without mercy, nudging and suckling.

  “Oh, God.” Her fingers tangled in his hair. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Good.”
The word was muffled by her slick flesh around his mouth, but his eyes glittered as they watched her.

  She arched against him again, pleasure washing through her. Building with each lick and suck.

  Then his fingers stroked her slit and two glided inside.

  “Oh, yes. God, please.”

  His thick fingers pushed inside, filling her, dragging along her sensitive passage.

  He pushed deep, then thrust in short strokes as his tongue swirled over her clit. She squeezed him inside her. He kept pulsing within her, driving the blissful sensations higher and higher.

  “Are you close, baby?”

  She nodded her head, gulping in air, then hissed, “Yessss.”

  The pleasure catapulted through her and she moaned. She arched, her head thrown back on the couch as ecstasy exploded through her, sending her careening to the moon.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. I love seeing you come.”

  His fingers kept moving inside her, driving her orgasm on and on.

  When she finally slumped back on the couch, he lifted his head and smiled, his lips glistening in the firelight.

  “Oh, God, kiss me,” she begged, grasping his arms.

  He surged forward and his lips met hers. His tongue drove inside her and she suckled, wanting him inside her as deep as she could get him.

  “Fuck me now. Please.”

  He smiled. “Soon.”

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and eased her onto the floor, then turned her so she was kneeling, her body resting on the couch. He widened her legs and licked her slick flesh, sending trembling need through her even though she’d just come. But his tongue continued back to glide between her cheeks. Then the tip pressed against her puckered opening. His tongue pushed against her and eased inside.

  “Ohhhh.” It felt so . . . unexpected. Warm and . . . different.

  Then his tongue moved away. A moment later, his fingertip brushed against her . . . centered on her . . . and pushed inside. Just a little. It was slick. He must have used lubricating gel.

  It eased deeper and she concentrated on relaxing, letting him push his finger inside her.

  “Is that okay, sweetheart?”