We Wish You A Naughty Christmas: A Christmas Collection

by Skye Warren

  Boom.

  All of my four fingers are inside her now, hitting her G-spot while my thumb massages her clit.

  I watch as she relaxes into my hand, but I don’t move it when she’s done coming. I need to get her nice and stretched for my cock.

  “You still want to fuck?” I ask, my tone sounding more desperate than I thought possible.

  “Fuck yes,” she purrs. I stand up and guide her up with me. Her mouth falls open when I toss her up and wrap her legs around my waist, carrying her the short distance to my desk. There, I lay her on top of the invoices, brochures and other crap and watch her thoughtfully. I wanna rip this black dress off but I don’t want her to be cold when she steps out of my shop, and the thought alone gives me pause, because I never give a fuck how they get outta here as long as I got into them.

  “Take your dress off for me, baby,” I whisper to her. She smiles boldly as she does as she’s told, like a little vixen. This fucking girl. An angel on the streets, and a little devil in the bed. She’s perfection. When her tits make their appearance out of her simple cotton bra, my breath hitches.

  Beautiful.

  “Where have you been all my life, Everleigh?” I grab the box she’s given me and take out the condom. I unwrap it with my teeth, unbuckle myself and sigh, still staring at her.

  “Waiting for you to notice me,” she laughs. My face remains serious.

  “Well, no offense, but you did a terrible job. I never would’ve let you out of my sight if I noticed you. You’re beautiful.” My cock is sheathed. Her gaze drops to it and she swallows. It’s happening. I lean forward, placing one knee on the desk, about to climb on top of her. I’m even decent enough to give her first time in missionary, and I never do missionary.

  “Thank you.”

  That’s the last words she speaks before I drive in. I don’t warn her. I don’t ask for permission. I want her to experience it the way first times are supposed to be. Wild. Crazy. Unpredictable. But also emotional. I want it to mean something to her, because as ridiculous as it sounds, it means something to me. From the moment I saw her yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking of her.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, Everleigh.”

  “Fuck, you’re thick, Damien.”

  “Call me Dame,” I grunt.

  “Is that your friends call you?” She asks as I start moving inside her. I feel the wall of her virginity cockblocking me and ease into it as gently as I can, tearing her wall apart, while breaking down my walls, at the very same time.

  “No. No one calls me that. Only you.”

  She starts to cry, happy tears, I hope, and again, I find myself overwhelmed with the intensity of this experience. I have no business feeling anything other than my greedy cock driving into her warm, tight pussy. I don’t even know this girl.

  “Call me Ever,” she pants.

  “Is that what your friends call you?” I’m getting close, hitting that spot that makes her go crazy again and again. I prepped her up real good with a thirty-minute oral sex session. Other than a few flinches, she took my cock like a champ and is now enjoying this just as much as I am.

  “No, but that’s what I want you to call me. Only you.”

  We come together. I empty my balls inside her and it’s divine. Even the condom doesn’t ruin it for me, and by the time we’re done, my whole desk is sticky and every single paper on it is wrinkled. I’m fucked.

  We spend ten minutes in silence. I hug her to my chest and feel her heartbeat. She presses against me and smiles, her little nose red from crying. I’m not sure how, but this moment is going to change me. I just know it.

  “Which high school do you go to?” I ask her, feeling like a fucking creep.

  “La Juntas High. Can you give me my cell back now?” she grins.

  “Not yet. Collateral. I want to make sure I see you again.”

  “You won’t be able to get rid of me,” she promises.

  She’d better, because one day, I’ll be her fucking husband.

  Chapter 3

  I end up spending some extra money after finding a dent on the Camaro and buying my sister’s kids decent Christmas gifts, but the whole holiday, my mind is on Everleigh. She gave me her address before she left my office three days ago, but it’s Christmas. I can’t exactly show up unannounced. And I was too fucked up after our first time together to risk not seeing her again, so I kept the phone. Fucking idiot. That’s what I am.

  I end up taking a walk on her street in the middle of the night. Two in the morning. That’s some stalker shit right there, but I can’t help it. I circle her house three times, noticing that there’s one light on in one of the rooms. The walls are pink, this much I can see through the dim light. It’s a good thing that it’s a one-story house, because what I’m about to do just might get me killed and I’ll have a better chance running away from a crazy father with a gun if I don’t have to jump from the second floor.

  I peek into her room and smile. She is brushing her hair in front of her mirror, in tiny white shorts with pink—are those fucking puppies? This girl is killing me— and a little white tank top. She’s grinning to herself, and I know it’s because she’s thinking of our first time, because I’ve been walking around with the same stupid smile plastered on my face, too. I knock on her window, but she doesn’t respond. I knock again and she stills, but she doesn’t turn around, probably gauging whether she heard something. Third time makes her twist her head and stare at me with an open mouth. I think there’s a gasp there too, but I can’t hear it through the closed window. She drops the brush to the floor, and rushes over to the window.

  “Dame! What are you doing? It’s freezing outside!” She sounds outraged and worried, but also stupidly happy. I can hear the smile in her voice.

  “Let me in before I start shitting ice cubes,” I grumble. She laughs breathlessly and clasps my leather-jacket clad arm, pulling me into the warmth of her room. She has a single bed, some fluffy toys scattered around it and a basic desk with an ancient computer.

  “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop,” I admit when we hug. When. We. Hug. Let’s take a moment to let that sink in, because I never fucking hug. Yet apparently, I do. Am. Now. For her.

  “Me too. I kept wishing I had my phone with me so I could text you,” she pouts before her lips find the base of my neck and inhale me. She kisses me down to my clothed chest and I shudder. I push her away before I fuck her again. I have a few things to say, first.

  “Your phone,” I fish it from my back pocket and drop it in her hand. “My number is programmed in under Dame. I may have sent you a few texts already, telling you what positions I wanna take you in.”

  She laughs. But I don’t let it fool me. I know I still have a long way until I make her mine.

  “And your present from me to you this Christmas,” I place an identical box to the one she gave me at the shop a few days ago. She opens it. My heart flutters in my chest. Her eyebrows scrunch together in the cutest confused expression I’ve ever seen.

  “Lube?” She laughs, as she pulls out the little packet. “Is it my turn to take your virginity tonight?”

  “Not my virginity,” I jerk her closer to me. “I’m going to take your ass.” Her eyes widen, but it’s in excitement, not fear. Good girl.

  I undress her. This time slowly. I drag her shorts down her slender legs, then I push her tank top up her toned stomach, inch by inch until I see those perfect, perky tits. My tongue darts out to taste one of her puffy little nipples before slowly sucking it into my mouth while she peels her tank top the rest of the way off. She is naked again, but this time it’s different. So different. We take our time. No one’s rushing us. We aren’t hiding in the office of a busy garage. Everleigh starts undressing me, and I let her, even though it’s ripping me apart. Stripping me more than just physical. I never let a woman undress me before. I’ve always needed that control.

  “Hurry up. Your dad could walk in and I’d like to at least put my tip in before he throws my
ass back into the cold.”

  Everleigh gives me that breathless laugh that makes my dick hard, and shoves her hand into my jeans, gripping my balls. And it’s such a metaphor for the hold she has on me that I almost chuckle. I’m shirtless and shoeless and it’s starting to look like soon, I will also be drunk on her pussy.

  “Don’t have a dad. He died when I was six. Car accident.”

  “I’m sorry,” is all I could say under the circumstances. I don’t feel like elaborating my pain for her because my dick is in her hand, and she looks like she’s okay with the subject, delivering the information matter-of-factly. “Any siblings?” I ask. Great time for small talk, asshole. Right then, she unbuttons my jeans and goes down on her knees.

  “Two older sisters. Both left the house and live in other states. It’s just me and my mom now.”

  And me, I feel like saying. Because she will be mine. All of her.

  “I want to suck your cock,” she tells me, her face level with my cock. It twitches in response and I smile.

  “Then do.”

  “’Tell me about you in the meantime. If I’m going to own you as a Christmas present, at least I’ll know what I’m owning.”

  I tell her everything. That it’s just me and my sister, who is divorced, and her four kids. I tell her how I partied hard and drank harder up until I broke up with Beverly, and how the moment at the mall, when I saw her, I felt consumed. Like she put me under a spell. Then I tell her about my new racecar that I am going to launch in February when it’s a little warmer. All this time, though, she is sucking my dick like a pro. Wrapping her hand around the base of my dick and pumping hard, in and out, like a champ. I come in her mouth just when I ask her if she wants to come with me to my next race.

  “I would love that,” she wipes my cum from her lips and smiles. I tug her up and throw her onto her bed, face down. I don’t waste any time before I spread those sweet cheeks and tongue her pink little asshole. She screams my name and her hips jerk forward, seeking the friction she needs on her clit. I snatch a pillow and shove it underneath her, forcing her to straddle it.

  “Hump your pillow while I eat your ass, baby.” She obeys instantly, letting out a loud whine, her eyes squeezed shut. Even though I just came, the sight of her perfectly round ass moving back and forth on my tongue has me hard as a fucking rock. I fist her hair in my hand and turn her face into her other pillow to muffle the sound while I lick her out. Her movements are getting jerkier, more frantic, and I know she’s close to coming. With one hand still in her hair and the other one feeling around for the lube, my face is completely buried in her ass. As soon as I find what I’m looking for, I get to my knees and lube up my thick, angry cock.

  “Are you sure you want this, Ever?” Always asking for goddamn permission with this one. In my defense, she was a virgin yesterday. The least I can do is make sure she’s cool with moving so fast.

  “Fucking do it!” she demands urgently. Okay, then. I guess that’s my answer.

  “Shh, baby, we don’t want to wake your mom.” She nods, but reaches back and grabs onto my cock, positioning me at her tight entrance. I close my eyes and groan out loud. This is so good. She is so good.

  “I want you bare,” she basically begs as I circle my dick around her hole, nudging gently.

  “Planning on it, baby. I’m fucking you raw tonight.”

  She pushes her ass back and my cock inches inside her. She tenses up, and I reach around to play with her clit.

  “Relax, Ev. Let me make you feel good.” Soon, she’s the one fucking me from the bottom. My little Christmas angel isn’t so innocent, after all.

  I come four times before the sun is up, her five.

  “I want this forever,” I whisper, before we drift off to sleep.

  “Forever, ever?” She asks, sleepily.

  “Forever, Ever.”

  Chapter 4

  Two months tick by and Everleigh owns my ass piece by piece. She claims me in a way that’d scare someone who is not a real man, but me, I’m smart enough to realize I’ve got it all. We fall into a routine I learn to love just as much as I love Everleigh. We go to bed together every night, at my place or hers; neither place ideal since she still lives at home, and my sister and her kids live with me. But, we take what we can get. Then we wake up and I drive her to school. I park my Corvette where everyone can see it, especially the asshole high schoolers who are eyeing my girl’s ass. I smack her little butt when she rounds the car to give me a kiss, then drive to the shop to start my shift. I make sure my lunch breaks line up with when Ev gets out of school so I can pick her up. No matter the time. No matter the weather. Then we go and eat at a local diner before we get back to my office. We fuck in my office. Fuck all the time. Everywhere. I took her on my desk, floor, chair and even in three of my clients’ cars. Everleigh likes doggie, because that way, I can massage her clit as I hit her G-spot.

  “Baby, yes. Baby, fuck me,” she tells me now. We’re at my house. My sister took a night shift at the hospital—she’s a nurse—so we’re in charge of the kids. But it’s eleven at night and they’re already fast asleep, which is why Everleigh is sitting on my face right now, bending down and sucking my dick in an improvised sixty-nine position.

  “Finger my ass,” I instruct her, and she does.

  “Lick my ass,” she says back, and I run my tongue from her wet cunt to her hole, sucking and nibbling on it like it is made of sweet candy. I feel my balls tighten and know that I’m about to come, so I flip her to her back and slam my dick into her cunt before I waste all this delicious cum on her mouth, I want to see it dripping from her pussy. She’s on the pill now. No more condoms. But, I won’t lie and say I don’t fantasize about her getting rid of those goddamn pills and making me a baby daddy. Not any time soon, though. Everleigh is still a kid, and she wants to go to nursing school like my sister, but sooner than she thinks.

  I ride inside her, and it’s the best kind of ride. Better than racing.

  “Yes, Dame! Fuck me, yes! Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me until there’s nothing left of me,” Little House on The Prairie shouts.

  “Ever, you feel so tight,” I growl. I didn’t even take time to process the fact that I’m in a committed relationship. Just took it for what it was. And it makes me happy so far, so who gives a flying fuck about the fact that she completely changed me.

  “I love you,” she screams when she comes.

  “I love you too, baby. All the way and back.”

  There’s a knock on the door right as I zip up, and I hobble toward it, lazily at first. But, when I see the person through the screen door, like a storm, I bolt to it and swing it open with a frown.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. Tiff is standing at my threshold, smiling victoriously.

  “Hi, Damien. Nice to see you again too. Still fucking underage girls?”

  “Yeah. I moved onto junior high now just to spice things up,” I bite every sarcastic word that leaves my mouth. “Well? What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I came here to say congratulations.”

  “For what?” She opens her coat to reveal her stomach which is significantly more…round than it was since I last saw her.

  “You knocked me up. You’re about to be a daddy.”

  Chapter 5

  The most painful part is seeing Everleigh’s face when she hears it from across the hall. She makes the smallest yelp and I turn around from Tiffany to face her. Her whole face pales and crumbles and I feel like I died a million deaths inside, but I need to keep my cool.

  “There’s no way you’re knocked up, Tiff. I wrapped it up good.”

  “Things happen,” Tiffany shrugs on a cocky smile. I’d like to wipe it off with my fist, but of course, I’ll never hit a woman.

  “I want a paternity test,” I grit out, my gaze dropping to her swollen belly. “We fucked three months ago. Either you’ve really let yourself go, or you’re a lot further along.”

  “How the fuck do you
know so much about pregnancies?”

  “My sister popped out four of ‘em. I’m not blind.”

  I bang the door shut in her face and launch myself at Everleigh, who is collecting her shit and storming to the same door where Tiff stands, trying to escape me. She never will. She is mine. I clasp her from behind her back, enveloping her, bringing her to my chest, and let her sob inside my arms. I want to erase the last ten minutes from her memory—from my memory—and make it all go away. Her hair still smells salty and dirty like my cum and her lips are still swollen from sucking me off. This should not feel like a goodbye. Goddammit, it’s not a goodbye.

  “It’s not mine,” I keep repeating into her ear, refusing to let her go. We’re swaying together like two people who have lost it all. Truth is, there’s a chance this baby could be mine. Tiff is right. I don’t know shit about babies and pregnancies. But I know I can’t lose Everleigh. This, I’m sure of.

  “My mom will never let me be with you if you have a kid,” Everleigh says. I nod. It’s been a struggle trying to convince her mom to accept me as it is. Not too hard to figure out why either. I’m way older than Ever and I race. Her dad died in a freaking car accident. I’m a walking-talking-fucking trigger to Debra, Everleigh’s mom.

  “She won’t know. She’ll never know.”

  But she finds out. The whole town does, right after Tiff leaves my door. And two days later, Everleigh receives an ultimatum – break up with your boyfriend or get kicked out of your house.

  Chapter 6

  From that day on, everything becomes more of a struggle. Everleigh moves in with us, but she’s not happy. It’s too crowded for her. From living with her mom in this cozy, small house, she is now living with me, my sister Carmen and her four kids, all twelve and under. She misses her mom. She talks about her constantly, and after we fuck, she cries. She cries when we don’t fuck, too. Her eyes are always red. Meanwhile, Tiff’s belly continues to grow bigger and she flaunts it around town like she’s the first woman to ever get pregnant. When Everleigh goes to school, people call her a home-wrecker. At the mall, people swear and point at her. She’s miserable, and it’s making me miserable. Besides, I hate that I’m going to be tied to Tiff for the rest of my life. Until I know I know that this kid isn’t really mine, I’m going to help Tiff out with what she needs for this baby. Even if it’s not my kid…he or she shouldn’t have to suffer because his or her mom is a conniving whore.