We Wish You A Naughty Christmas: A Christmas Collection

by Skye Warren

  Chapter 3

  Lawson

  I can't believe myself. I just spent a grand so I could make a girl watch me cum, and it still wasn't enough to soothe my aching cock. I run my fingers through my hair as I walk towards my bar. I live on the beach not too far away, just a few houses down, so I got that advantage over Brooke.

  The way she submitted so easily made me want to break her even more. She was a natural, uttering Sir as easily as she had in the bar, but with a lot less spunk and a whole lotta more yearning. I need to fuck her, it's obvious now.

  Maybe she can unwrap something else on this Christmas morning.

  It's around 4 a.m. as I walk towards the bar, huddling against the cool night. I'm wearing a black leather jacket and I'm cold to the bone, but that doesn't stop me from getting really fucking excited.

  My cock's still hard from what we did, tightening in my trousers and threatening to pump out all the cum that's left over for this girl. God, she's fucking beautiful. Almost ridiculously so, making me wonder if she's too good for me.

  Once I arrive at the bar, I’m shocked to find someone already standing there. She’s tall, willowy and sexy as sin even in her long coat, and I can’t help but groan as my eyes drink her in.

  “Well, hello there,” I say in a low voice, and Brooke turns around to face me, her cheeks blushing from the cool air. “What are you doing here at this hour? Don’t you have any presents to open?”

  “Oh…” She blushes even harder and gives me a quick, needy look. God, she’s beautiful. I just want to bury my cock inside her, make her all mine. That would make for the perfect Christmas present. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to still be around.”

  I lean against the bar and give her a long look, asking, “Who were you expecting, then?”

  She won’t look me in the eye, but I can tell she’s attracted to me too by her body language. Her body is turned all the way towards me, and she’s drawing circles on the ground with her foot. She’s adorable, and it makes me want her even more than before.

  “I… I was just passing by?” she offers lamely, and I smirk.

  “Come on, princess,” I say in the fake accent from before. “You think I’m a goddamned fool?”

  Her eyes shoot up right away and she just stares and stares while I smirk at her.

  “It… it was you?” she asks shakily, and I give her an easy nod.

  “Come on, let’s go inside,” I tell her as she shivers in the cool night air. “You’re gonna freeze out here, princess. And I want to unwrap my gift now.”

  I unlock the bar and head inside. Soon after, I hear her footsteps falling into place behind me, and it makes me smile to myself. Such a good girl, following my instructions.

  “I’m a little shocked,” she admits, her voice still shaky as she sits down at the bar. I go behind it and get out a few bottles while she refuses to make eye contact. I figured this would be awkward as fuck, but I didn’t want to keep her in the dark any longer. “I had no idea… it was you.”

  “Disappointed?” I tease her, and for the first time since I admitted to what I did, she looks me in the eye. The spark that disappeared for a second is back and she grins at me cheekily.

  “No,” she says firmly. “I’m glad it’s you.”

  “Good.” I mix her a cocktail as she watches, and the corners of her lips shoot up as she realizes what I’m doing.

  “Forbidden Sour?” she asks, and I nod. We grin at each other and I finish, finally putting two glasses on the bar and joining her on the other side of it.

  “A little liquid courage,” I wink at her, and even though she looks confident and put together, Brooke’s hand shakes as she toasts me. She takes a long sip, then hops off the bar stool and turns around.

  “I wanted to show you something,” she tells me, her voice low but confident. She looks at me over her shoulder and gives me a small smile. “You want to see what it is?”

  “Yeah,” I tell her, my eyes never leaving her. She’s gorgeous. So stunning in fact, that I’m having trouble keeping my hands off her. And the way her personality shines, her sarcastic replies, her sweet-and-innocent-but-still-hot-as-fuck persona, it’s all driving me wild.

  Slowly, she slips her coat off her shoulders, biting her bottom lip and looking at me.

  Her shoulders are bare, and so is her back. My cock throbs painfully as Brooke drops the coat, leaving it to pool around her feet. Her body’s insane, and she’s only wearing a red sating thong with a bow in the back.

  “Wanna unwrap your gift?” she asks me sweetly, and I’m coming for her before she can so much as make a move to leave.

  “Yes, I do,” I grunt in her ear, gently pushing her hair over her shoulder and baring her body to me. “What a show, princess. Those viewers of yours don’t have a clue what they’re missing.”

  She blushes and I tip her chin back, locking eyes with hers.

  “I need to kiss you,” I mutter against her lips. “Taste that pretty mouth of yours. See if it’s as sweet as it looks…”

  She gasps against me and I don’t leave her a choice, I claim her mouth with mine and ravage her with my kiss. Brooke’s lips are willing and she melts against my embrace as I am assured that yes indeed, her lips are just as sweet, if not sweeter, than I imagined.

  My hand goes around her naked back, the other cupping her reddening cheeks, and I pull her tightly against me. She gasps once she feels how ready I am, my strong pull too much to handle. Slowly, she grins once she realizes what the hand on her back is doing, and I smile back against her lips, unwrapping the bow on her thong. It falls off her ass and lands on the floor, and she’s naked and beautiful in front of me.

  I take a step back, and I love that she doesn’t cower away from my touch. Instead, she lets me watch her, her beautiful curves, the tiny waist, the long hair covering her back. Her face is makeup free, and she’s never been prettier.

  “What a fucking stunner,” I tell her appreciatively, and she smiles.

  “What are you gonna do about it?” she asks me in a husky voice, and I come back closer to her, leaning over to whisper in hear ear.

  “Make you prettier,” I tell her, and pull on her hair, hard. She moans deeply, needing this just as badly as I do. I have her bent over the bar in the next second, with her ass up and her face against the counter.

  “Fuck,” she breathes. “We’re just… doing this? Just like that?”

  “You want me to stop?” I ask her, trailing my fingers down her back. “I will, princess, just say the word…” I touch her ass and she shivers, my fingers pinching her butt and then slapping it twice.

  “Please,” she begs, and I chuckle.

  “Please what, princess?”

  “Just… I want you inside me,” she rasps, and her fingernails claw against the bar. “Fuck me, Law.”

  “Fuck.” I love hearing my name on her lips. It’s as if she was made to say it, whisper it, scream it when I fuck her. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock in seconds, and she begs when she hears the sound of the zipper. Slowly, I push against her entrance and Brooke bucks her hips.

  “God, do it,” she says. “I need you fucking me now, Law.”

  “Yes, princess,” I tell her roughly, my palm going on the small of her back to hold her down while I push myself inside her with my free one. I feel her stretching for me, her pussy so fucking tight it feels like it’s gonna milk my cock in one single thrust. I grunt, and she moans, long and low and sexy as hell. “Fuck, you’re really tight.”

  “Law,” she says. “I… I want you, please.”

  I start moving my hips slowly. “Now you do,” I grin against her shoulders, leaning over her. “You wouldn’t even look at me earlier…”

  “No,” she begs, moaning as my cock drills deeper and deeper inside her. “I wanted you… I did, I did… God, Law, keep going, fucking please.”

  “Okay, princess,” I tell her, pulling out of her for a moment. She whimpers and I stand above her, my cock throbbing and ha
rd for her, so damn desperate to be inside her again. “Prove it to me.”

  “N-now?” she looks shook up at first, but the next second, her eyes light up with determination. She turns around on the bar and in a flash, she’s climbed on it, sitting down smack dab in the center. She parts her legs seductively, making me groan and toy with the piercing on the tip of my cock.

  “Come closer,” she tells me, and I do as she says.

  She digs her fingers into my chest, her other hand going to my cock and gently guiding it against her entrance. It’s making me crazy, feeling how fucking soaked she is on the tip of my cock and wanting so much more from her.

  “So wet,” I tell her, and she giggles, pushing me inside her and making me lose my mind. “Jesus… Shit, Brooke. You’re amazing.”

  I hold on to her ass and start fucking her, and she wraps her legs around me tightly. I pump inside her fast, because I can’t fucking stop myself now, I need her so badly. The need to fill her up is insane, only heightened by her throaty moans and whispers of my name.

  I feel her tightening around me and she throws her head back. My hands go to her tummy and I hold her in place, thrusting inside her until she’s so loud I’m just thankful there’s no one around, because she’d wake up the dead. I feel myself sweat, pumping inside her and making her go crazy, and her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling, begging, asking for so much more.

  She comes with a sensual moan, her head going back and her hair falling down her shoulders. Her mouth opens and I can’t help but stare, because she’s the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Good fucking girl,” I tell her. “Such a good girl, princess, keep coming for me.”

  She moans, slow and sexy, her eyes finding mine, glazed over with desire and need. She’s biting her bottom lip as she holds on to me, pressing herself impossibly close to my body, as if she needs to feel all of me against all of her.

  Our bodies are tightly pressed together as I feel myself letting go. I’ve been holding back and I can’t go on, can’t do this anymore. I need to cum inside her right the hell now and I don’t give a fuck about what that means.

  “Are you on birth control?” I ask her roughly, and she shakes her head no, almost delirious. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “Please,” she whimpers. “Cum inside me, you have to.”

  “But…” Our eyes connect and once again, hers sparkle with mischief, making me grin right back. “Fuck, you’re bad, princess.”

  I feel her pussy clenching around me and I groan, driving myself deeper inside her wet hole. She grabs my chin and makes me look at her, the little vixen, and I do just that as I empty my load inside her pussy. She moans pretty and kisses me deep as I fill her up.

  I make a move to pull away, but she holds on to me tightly. “I want to feel it,” she tells me with a wicked grin, and I just stare at her, exhausted and unsure who has the upper hand in this game anymore.

  “You’re crazy,” I tell her with a grin. “You could…”

  “I know,” she winks at me. “You didn’t care earlier.”

  “I… I do care,” I say lamely. My hands smooth over her belly and I groan as my cock lets out a last spurt of cum inside her, almost like an afterthought. “You’re just so damn young.”

  “I’m twenty-one,” she objects, wrapping her legs even tighter around my hips.

  “And I’m thirty-two,” I remind her, my qualms quickly forgotten as she bites my earlobe, making me laugh out loud because I’ve always been ticklish.

  “Perfect,” she grins. “I always liked older guys.”

  She kisses me again, her mouth sweet and hot and so irresistible I find myself wanting to do anything for her, anything that would keep her right here, in my arms.

  Chapter 4

  Brooke

  A few hours after our little… rendezvous, we’re sitting at the bar and munching on cookies Law had in his office. We’ve been talking for ages, and it’s already getting light outside, but neither of us wants to say goodbye. I’ve never felt like this, never had a connection with a man like I have with him.

  I keep thinking about having sex with him, the way he finished inside me and how much I loved it. Lawson keeps looking over my shoulder through the window and I dread the moment we’re gonna have to say goodbye, because I’ll have no idea what it means for our… future. Or whether there is one in which we’re together.

  I find myself hoping there is.

  There is something about him, something dark and troubling but so deliciously wicked at the same time I find myself wanting to find out more, dig deeper. Find all the things that make Law the man he is today.

  “What about the camming?” he asks me, and I come back to present time. “Is that like, a thing you enjoy doing?”

  “Yeah, I guess,” I shrug. “No one’s seen my face. It keeps me kind of anonymous.”

  “I recognized you,” he winks at me, and I roll my eyes, giving him a playful smile.

  “Only cause of my dress!”

  “Still.” He takes my hand and pulls me into his lap. I wrap my hands around his neck and he kisses my bare shoulders. I’m wrapped up in a blanket from Law’s office. “Would you quit if you could?”

  “Yeah,” I say slowly. “I’d like to. Eventually.”

  “Cool.” He trails a line of kisses down my shoulders. “Hey, we should probably get out of here. It’s getting late – or maybe I should say early. And it’s Christmas morning, I’m sure you have better stuff to do.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I say awkwardly. “Sure, thanks.” I don’t voice it, but I’m disappointed that this is over. We had so much fun just talking, but thinking back to the sex… It was amazing, and I want to do it again. Badly.

  Law waits for me to get dressed again, pulling on my long coat over bare skin, and he grins as he buttons up his jacket. “Come on, camgirl,” he tells me. “Let me take you home.”

  He glances out of the window again and I keep thinking he’s waiting for someone to arrive, which upsets me. I know Clara has a crush on him… It would make me so sad if something happened between them.

  Law opens the door of the bar and we walk outside just as a cab pulls up in front of the bar.

  “Oh hey, princess?” Law calls out, and I look at him over my shoulder. “Merry Christmas.”

  I grin just as I hear excited chatter, and I look back in front of me. My eyes go wide and wide and then wider when I see my whole family – my parents and my three sisters – getting out of the cab. “Mom?” I ask, unable to believe it as my mother comes towards me, wearing a big smile and wrapping me up in a tight hug.

  “Darling!” she says excitedly, and I feel tars pricking my eyes as everyone joins us for a massive group hug.

  “You’re awful,” my mom scolds me once she pulls back, dabbing at her eyes. “You never told us you had a boyfriend.”

  “What?” I give her a confused look, then my eyes go to Lawson, and I grin. “I… didn’t want to scare him.”

  “Not scared,” he smiles at me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “But delighted to meet Brooke’s family.”

  “We cannot thank you enough, young man,” my dad gushes. “Spending the holidays without Brooke would’ve been awful. Thank you for flying us out here, and so last minute as well.”

  “Not a problem,” he says, grinning at me.

  “Thank you,” I whisper in his ear as my family chatters. “I… I can’t believe this.”

  “A Christmas miracle,” he winks at me, squeezing my ass. “I can’t wait to hear you explaining why you can’t take your coat off…”

  I laugh out loud and Law kisses me right there, a promise of a very special Christmas indeed.

  THE END

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  Part XV

  Silver Bells, Wedding Bells by Amelia Wilde

  Chapter 1

  The cake is utterly perfect.

  I put my hands on my hips and gaze a
t it. Four tiers, covered in flawless buttercream, the first and third done over with a hand-piped lattice pattern in a delicate matching color, though with a hint of glitter. Shining Swiss dots. The second and fourth I also did by hand, but the design is much more intricate—flowers so detailed they could leap off the cake, but in the same shade as the lattice.

  Still, inside—inside is where it really shines. I made the vanilla bean cake in a marbled rainbow pattern I’d never done before. It took two days to get it right.

  But get it right I did, because I am the best damn baker in Forestview, no matter what Cynthia Hayes thinks. I can practically see her now, sitting at home on Christmas Eve, stewing about the fact that Penelope Chadbourne chose me for her wedding.

  I take a deep breath and release my built-up resentment into the air. I asked Cynthia for some tips on starting a bakery five years ago. To say she looked down her nose at me would be an understatement.

  “You’ll never be able to compete with me.” Then she’d ushered me out the front door of her store—in a premium location on Main Street, of course—and closed it sharply behind me with a firm click.

  Penelope Chadbourne is another story. Penny was a class above me in school at Forestview High—literally and figuratively. Nobody was more popular than Penny, and she basked in it, reveled in it. She once looked at me after an entire year on the same student council committee together and narrowed her eyes. “If you’d been here the entire time, I’d have remembered.”

  “It’s Valentine Mitchell,” I’d whispered, but it was too late.

  Of course, it’s easy to stay at the top of the food chain when you never leave Forestview.

  That’s not fair. She did leave, just like I did, to go to some fancy college out east, where she connected with—you guessed it—another Forestview expat who, not coincidentally, makes a ton of money. Why they’re having a Christmas Eve wedding is beyond me, but there was no way I was going to turn down this job. Even if it means spending my Christmas Eve in the bakery, putting the finishing touches on and delivering the cake. It’s set to go in t-minus three hours, so all I have to is a little bit of disassembly and a lot of waiting.