by Conn, Claudy
She'd become worked up on the potential options of what may happen, when she felt his hand crack across her ass. She let out a squeal and kicked one leg, but Kirk’s arm held her firmly in place. He landed several more smacks on her cheek, enough to bring tears to her eyes and a red blush to the surface of her skin.
The pain was mounting, but before she could object, he slipped his fingers into her folds, spreading the wetness over her lips and clit, even to her ass. He toyed there a moment, rubbing his fingertip in and out of her tight pucker. Her pussy ached, and although the anal play was nice, it wasn’t what she wanted.
“I’m so hot,” she complained, wiggling her ass. " Please, I need..." Tasha panted and pressed back against his hand, searching.
He slapped her bottom again, making her yelp and bite her lip. "In good time, baby. Be patient just a little longer."
Tasha sucked a breath in between her teeth as he slid his calloused fingers over the blossoming redness on her bottom and pushed his hand back between her slick thighs. He cupped her pussy, and she knew he was feeling the heat rolling out of her, how excited she was, how ready.
Groaning deep in his chest, Kirk pressed two of his fingers into her core. He began massaging her clit with his thumb as his fingers curled upward, and found her g-spot. “Hot here?” He stirred his fingers in her slippery channel again, pumping them up and down. She knew exactly what he was aiming for and it wouldn’t be the first time she squirted tonight.
Moaning, she bucked back against him. “God, how wet do you want me?” she asked, groaning against the building pressure in her pelvis.
“How wet can I make you?” he countered. Instead of pulling his fingers out, he held them fast, her juices squelching around his pumping hand. His thumb brushed across her swollen nub, sending a thrill through her spine as he continued to tease her mercilessly. In the glow of her orgasm, she rocked back and forth into his hand, longing for more.
"Kirk, please. I need...more," she begged him, turning her head to look back at him from under thick lashes, her eyes shining.
“Hands and knees, Tasha.” Another swat to her already heated bottom made her jump to comply. Looking over her shoulder, she wagged her backside at him, a grin pasted over her features.
Kirk knelt behind her and grabbed hold of her hips. He stroked the swollen tip of his thick, hard member up and down her crease and she instinctively tightened. The light caught the gleam of lubrication on his hand and condom-covered cock just as he positioned himself at her entrance and she forced herself to relax. The slickness let him press into her with ease, filling her sensitive channel and causing her to suck a deep breath through her teeth with a loud hiss.
“Fuck.” Her voice rushed out on her exhale with the welcome intrusion, her climax already building, her legs becoming shaky and weak. She tucked her head, rocking back against his hips.
“That’s the plan.” He probed slowly at first, making her ache.
She moaned as his fingers dug into her hips, his hands lifting her up and back to meet each deep plunge.
Taking hold of her hair, he pulled her head back up. “No hiding now.” He rocked his hips, stroking her pleasure higher.
She keened as he passed over the same spot again and again, causing her insides to clamp around him as she reached the edge. She could see them in the mirror on the wall, her breasts swinging, his hips lined up with hers, and a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. The sight only intensified the wanton ache inside her. She blushed as he winked at her in the mirror and she watched as he thrust his full length into her, backed up slightly to do it again, and then a third time.
Kirk once more brought his hand down across her sensitive ass and pain and pleasure erupted simultaneously, stealing her breath and carrying her away to ride in ecstasy. A jolt ran down her spine each time he bottomed out, pushing her over the edge more each time. She was climbing toward fast orgasm again and it hit her in a rush.
She screamed as he forced her through one orgasm after another, pistoning in and out faster and faster, bringing her to completion long after she was sure she couldn't take anymore and leaving her weak-kneed, trembling, and breathless.
Kirk halted briefly before beginning to work himself in and out of her again.
“Ow.” She shook her head. The friction had made her too-long-neglected lady parts a bit raw, particularly when she wasn’t in the blazing throes of ecstasy.
He responded right away, pulling from her and flipping her over, concern flashing in the depth of his eyes. "You okay, Tasha?"
She nodded, "Yes, I'm good. More than good. Just a little tender in some spots. It's okay, I just haven't...I don't get out much." She smiled at him, pushing the reassurance.
"Good to hear," Kirk breathed out. "Would a different position help?"
Tasha nodded, "Yes, please."
He pulled her to the foot of the bed, lifted her legs to his shoulders, and very carefully pressed himself deep into her wetness. "Let me know right away if this is too much. I don't want to hurt you."
"No, I'm good. Promise."
One of his hands found her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingernails and making her cry out. It was sharp and intense, but engulfing as the blood flowed back. He used his other hand to spread her lips, his thumb pinning her engorged nub to her pubic bone.
“Good God,” she groaned, her legs tensing to hold on as he let them go.
Kirk thrust as deeply as he could, his swollen member sliding repeatedly over her sweet spot. A whisper of pain teased her senses as he bottomed out, drowned rapidly in the pleasure of her walls squeezing him and the friction of the rough pad on his digit over her clit each time he thrust.
“You are one wet girl,” Kirk teased as she soaked the sheets again.
“Please, please, Kirk,” she begged, not knowing what she asked for. She couldn’t get her mind straight.
He grunted, dropping down over her to claim her lips as he emptied himself into her core.
“More?”
She shook her head.
“Pity.”
“Can I pass out now?”
Kirk chuckled. “I suppose. Move up and I’ll work out your legs.”
It took more effort than she expected to pull herself up until she rested face down on a pillow.
Kirk moved his fingers expertly over her calves, up to her hamstrings, and into the groves at the back of her hips. She started to lift them, in memory of his last massage, pulling up short as he brought his hand down hard on her still burning ass, one smack on each butt cheek.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“Spanking is not likely to encourage that.” She would have rolled her eyes if they weren’t closed. She followed a few more strokes of his hands as they trailed over her skin but the sensations seemed far away. The light through her lids dimmed, and Kirk’s breathing faded into silence.
Chapter Four
Kirk watched Tasha sleep. She had drifted off so peacefully, he didn’t dare wake her, stroking her hair over her back instead. After a few minutes, she started making high-pitched snoring sounds that made him laugh. They weren’t consistent, so each time a breath came out in wheeze, he had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter.
Convinced she wasn’t waking soon, he rose carefully from the bed and crept to the bathroom. Stepping under the hot spray of the shower, he soaped himself down absent-mindedly, his thoughts lost in the events that had transpired over the evening.
Stepping from the steamy bathroom clad in a thick, white towel, he spied the Santa costume in a heap in the corner, dreading donning it again. As much as he enjoyed entertaining children, and the wild new memories made with Tasha while encompassed in its red velvet folds, it was a heavy, hot thing he would rather forgo at the moment.
Sighing, he stretched his under-tee over his damp, dark curls, sliding it down his chest, and tugged up the plush red pants. The beard was toast. There was no recovering it or cleaning out the scent of Tasha. He wouldn’t
want to, if he were to be honest with himself. Slipping his arms through the jacket, he walked to the door.
His hand on handle, he glanced back.
Sleep well, naughty girl, and we’ll go hunting for coal tomorrow.
***
Outside, young children pointed at Kirk as he ambled his way down the hall. “Santa?” they asked their parents.
Kirk chuckled and knelt down to face the little ones. “No, just one of his helpers. Have you been good boys?”
“Yes!” both answered in unison.
“That’s good. I will be sure to tell Santa when I see him next.” He rose, nodded to the parents, and proceeded to the elevator.
“Dad, he knows Santa!”
Best day. Best sex. Best time of year. He couldn’t ask for anything more.
Chapter Five
December 4th
Had it really been two days since she’d checked in? It seemed hours ago, minutes. Walking through the halls, she smiled at the spectacular memories she had of this place. Memories of Kirk made her cheeks warm and her pulse quicken. He had been a gentleman in public and a demon when not. It was just what she needed to give her the inspiration to finish her work in progress.
She hadn’t written a single word since the flight here, but knew she would be ready to kick it off as soon as she got home. Now was not the time for thoughts of work.
***
Kirk’s eyes sparkled as he released her hand in the lobby. “Tasha, I hope you’ll consider coming to Chalet Doehr again.”
“I will definitely be returning, and recommending it to all my friends. The Bistro is truly amazing and the incredible view of the mountain is worth the trip in and of itself. I feel invigorated, more alive and inspired than I did when I arrived. So worth it, even if I didn't realize I needed the break.” Tasha chuckled, her downcast for a brief second before returning to his face.
Kirk’s smile slipped. “Yes, thank you.”
She smirked and gave him a sideways glance. “I can hardly recommend they come here for the help.”
That brought his spirits up again. “No, that wouldn’t do. Unless they need a masseuse.”
It was Tasha’s turn to frown. Did he do this with every woman that caught his eye? Would he be treating someone else to a full body massage as soon as she was gone?”
He chuckled, which didn’t improve her mood. “We have certified ones that are more therapeutic than me.”
The heat in her cheeks doubled with her embarrassment. “Well, I found mine quite therapeutic. Definitely a cure for what ailed me.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed your stay.”
Her smile fell again. “I did.” She glanced over her shoulder at the large clock over the desk. “My ride will be here any minute.”
“I know.” He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing her cheek and ear. “Until next time.”
Tasha took a deep breath, inhaling his sentiment, so much better than goodbye. “Next time.”
Chapter Six
“Just a moment, Mrs. Anderson.” Kirk moved Tasha’s check out receipt aside to fill in paperwork for the family checking in early.
“We were told we’d be able to start skiing today.” The woman’s shrill voice was echoed by the child hanging onto her hip.
Kirk couldn’t quite suppress a sigh. “Yes, and you shall. If you like, I can hold your bags here and move them to your room when it is ready.”
“No, no. We need to get into the room to change. I can’t go skiing in this.” She gestured to a dressy outfit that, indeed, appeared unsuitable for the slopes.
“I’m afraid there are no rooms ready. Our housekeeping is currently—”
“I was told…”
Kirk ignored the rest of her argument. Looking over their reservation, he hit upon a compromise. “Mrs. Anderson, I can give you access to your room now, if you will vacate and permit the cleaners to come through in an hour.”
“So, it’s still dirty?”
“Perhaps. More likely, the beds are stripped and the rest of the room is clean. However, this really is the best I can do.”
“Fine. Come on, Liam, grab your bag.”
Kirk passed over the key card, thrilled to have the family out of his hair. Breathing an audible sigh, he brought his attention back to the checkout paperwork he had pushed aside. Right there, on the page was Tasha’s phone number and address. She had made quite a trip to come from Toronto. It dashed his hopes that she might be back anytime soon.
The rest of the day passed in a daze, one broken as he headed to his own rooms.
“We have to drain the pool.”
“What?” Kirk whirled not really noticing Sam before those words reached his ears.
“A kid cracked his head on the deck and the pool is full of—”
“Nevermind.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do it. Put up signage.”
“Already on it. Just wanted you to know. It won’t be open until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes, fine, whatever.”
Sam retreated leaving Kirk alone with his storming thoughts. He didn’t realize he’d taken a wrong turn until he held the knob for Tasha’s room. He let it go, blinking in wonder.
She had been a simple fling, hadn’t she? An amazing, mind-blowing, stunning fling, the best fling ever, but still a fling. Trying to convince himself, and failing, he went in search of his bed.
Chapter Seven
December 8th
With great reluctance, and armed with a glass of wine, Tasha opened her current draft. She’d slept through the flight home, tried to put in a few words the next day, and yesterday forced herself to keep typing until the word count had gone up by two thousand.
Looking over the document, she started at the beginning, knowing she should jump to where she left off. On the other hand, she needed to get back into the piece. The introduction of characters, a missed encounter that built tension toward their first really meeting, one with sparks and chemistry.
Then came the first sex scene. She drained her glass and poured another.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” She tried to change a sentence or two, deleted another and still it read like a manual. 'She rubbed his dick. He licked her breast, sucked her nipple'. Boring, boring, boring. How could she make sex so…mundane? The urge to delete everything was overwhelming, but she threw in a page break instead, intent on starting over.
Closing her eyes, she remembered Santa. A smile spread across her lips and heat filled her cheeks. She’d been so wanton, so carefree, and Kirk had taken complete advantage of her. Slipping her hand down between her thighs, she held the memory a little longer, trying to lodge herself in it, in the feelings, the smells, the sounds.
Opening her eyes, she put her fingers to the keyboard and let fly.
She got two hundred words before closing the file without saving. Grabbing her wine, she winced as it sloshed over the back of her hand. It wasn’t that she’d gotten herself so turned on or hot enough to be unable to focus. The words just wouldn’t come. The characters she’d been engaged with in the beginning seemed to have disappeared, replaced by automatons that did what she commanded but didn’t provide anything to it. It was like she’d never really met them, like someone else had written the first half of the document.
After filling her glass a third time, she opened another window and read the latest release from one of her fellow authors. She nursed the deep red liquid, falling into the story unfolding before her. Her breath came quickly again, sinking into those characters, their romance, the building tension that was released in a sex scene that had Tasha shifting in her seat.
Once more, she topped her glass before going to her word processor and ploughing through a thousand words. Careful not to read it, she threw in a page break, saved, and closed the result. It would be as shitty as everything else, but she could start again tomorrow without having to look at it. Hopefully that would help. She didn’t have high hopes. Shutting down her computer, she thanked God for her ed
itor. Brad should be able to take this shit and make it into something. How he polished crap until it shone, she would never understand, but she would rely on it.
Dropping the empty wine bottle into the recycling, she used her corkscrew on another. Drunk, warm, and fuzzy, she traced her fingers over her skin, remembering Kirk’s hands, his breath, his fucktastic tongue. Unable to bring herself to orgasm, she drifted off, dreaming of Santa.
Chapter Eight
December 14th
A loud trill made Kirk’s head pound. It repeated, every three seconds, until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. After two tries, he wrapped his hand around the receiver of the room phone, lifting it to his ear.
“Hello?” His own voice grated as well, rough and low, like a cat scratching a post.
“Mr. Doehr? You were going to be at the desk for three.”
“I swapped that shift. Someone…Lindsay? Was going to cover for me.
“This is Lindsay, I’ve been on since six. Let me call Mrs. Doehr-Belanger. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”
Kirk groaned and rubbed his face. “No, don’t call Teresa. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He dropped the handset heavily on the base, rolling out of bed. In the bathroom, he scrubbed his teeth, catching his likeness in the mirror. Despite sleeping more than normal, ugly bags hung beneath his eyes. Spitting out the toothpaste, he turned his back on his reflection to jump in the shower.
In the back of his mind, the reason he looked and felt so lackluster whispered, trying to get his attention. He ignored it, hoping coffee would chase it away.
“Thanks, Lindsay. Sorry to put you on the spot.”
The blond tipped her head to the side. You’re sure you don’t want me to find someone else? I’m sure—”
