by J. A. Bailey
But, oh God, did she want something to happen now.
He drew his head up again and continued working the silk down her leg, taking his time to brush and massage her calves. She was fairly sure she might shimmer and burst into flames if he didn’t hurry up. She wriggled and fidgeted even as she savoured every moment.
“I’m glad you changed your mind, Belle.” He kissed her thigh again and murmured against her skin, “You taste and smell like… like fucking Christmas. I can’t wait to unwrap you.”
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned, thrusting her fingers through his short hair.
Nick turned his attention to her other thigh, licking the skin just below her panties. His tongue was so unbearably close that she couldn’t help arching her hips slightly, but he kept up the same infuriatingly slow pace, as if he wanted to relish every second.
Carefully, he inched down her second stocking and drew if off. “Spread your legs,” he commanded softly.
Her pussy pulsed in response. This was a side of Nick she’d never seen before. Nick had visited the club because she worked there, but not as a client. Yes, he liked to do things a certain way but he’d never tried to command her before. The fact he revealed this side of himself to her made her stomach dance with delight. Had she found what she’d been looking for? A man who could play Dom as easily as he could play the attentive lover? Was Nick the perfect balance of both? What a Christmas gift!
Rough fingers traced their way up her thighs and skimmed the lace of her panties. How she could feel so vulnerable and submissive when he was the one between her thighs, she didn’t know, but it was insanely exciting being spread for him.
“Show me your pussy.”
Reaching down without hesitation, Belle tugged the red lace aside. His words surprised her—shocked her even—but she was powerless to do anything but what he asked. Her best friend was going to see her wet, hot cunt. Her cheeks blazed with heat as his gaze landed between her legs.
“Wider,” Nick ordered.
Belle held her legs further apart, feeling the arousal gathered there. Her scent lingered in the air, no doubt assuring Nick of her need for him.
“Christ, Belle, you are so damned hot.”
She knew her cheeks probably reddened further at his words while he stared at her folds. He glanced up and said forcefully, “So damned hot. I swear to God, Belle, you are the hottest woman on the planet.”
“Thank you,” she said meekly. When he said it like that, she actually felt it. It was a pretty heady sensation.
Clearly satisfied she believed him, he turned his attention back to her pussy. Kissing his way up one thigh, his tongue brushed her folds and she jerked, the sensation so acute it was almost painful. She didn’t realise until now just how much she needed him.
In response to her desperate hands gripping his hair, he buried his face between her legs, licking and laving his tongue across her. He used it to flick firmly across her clit, back and forth, back and forth, until she was panting. Then he thrust his tongue inside her, mimicking what she needed most.
Nick drew back, just as the sensations began to build and she moaned in disappointment, sagging against the chair.
He laughed and stood, pulling her to her feet. “We’ve got all night, sweetheart. And you know, we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“Oh my God, we haven’t! What if I’m a terrible kisser?”
“I think I can safely say you’re not a terrible kisser.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. His cock thrust against her, hard and promising. She only hoped she didn’t turn him off with her kisses.
“It’s been long time. I’m out of practice.”
“Guess we’d better get practicing then.”
Nick lowered his mouth to hers, brought his hands up to cup her head and kissed her gently. Belle sucked in a startled breath as tingles raced over her lips and she gripped his neck eagerly. He tasted and smelled of her. It was pretty sinful really. His tongue darted into her mouth and she touched hers to his. Her legs almost gave way.
When they finally broke apart, Nick appeared to be struggling to draw in breaths just as much as she. He kept his forehead pressed to hers, his hands around her neck, and just held her there for a moment.
“You need to get that dress off. I have to see what that red underwear looks like.”
Struck dumb by his kisses, Belle nodded and drew back. Gripping the hem of her dress, she pulled it up and over in one swift movement. Her hair tumbled messily over one shoulder and she fought the desire to cover herself with her hands. Trembling, she waited as he cast his gaze carefully over her.
Nick’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Is it any wonder you kept me up at night? You’re like a damned dream. But you are so much better than any of my fantasies. Christ, your breasts…”
Belle giggled. She couldn’t help it. To think she’d been keeping Nick up was insane, but his rock hard cock jutting against his suit trousers left her in no doubt that he found her attractive.
“Come here.” He extended his hand and she took it. “Kneel down.”
Belle dropped quickly to her knees, her gaze landing on the large bulge. She swallowed and licked her lips in anticipation.
“Your lips,” he told her as she tilted her head to view him, “are made for sucking cock. I remember thinking that the first time I saw you. So red and luscious. I can’t wait to see what they look like stretched around me. Will you suck my cock, sweetheart?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed. At the moment, she could think of nothing she wanted more. Nick was the perfect Dom. Sexy, sensual, caring and polite. And she so wanted to show him how much she appreciated that.
“Take my cock out.”
With fumbling movements, Belle quickly unzipped his trousers and drew his black briefs away and over his shaft. It sprang free, thick and shining. A little pre-cum awaited her and she licked it up, making him hiss. The sound was like magic.
Wetting her lips, she placed them over the smooth head and gradually opened her lips, letting him slide in, bit by bit, as if he was fucking her pussy instead of her mouth. The width of him stretched her lips wide until she had almost half of his erection inside her mouth. Forcing her throat to relax, she pushed harder until her nose was buried in his crisp dark hair. Nick rewarded her with a harsh, rumbling groan and the tug on her hair told her he was enjoying it. She bobbed up and down, sucking determinedly. In a way, she still couldn’t believe she was sucking her best friend’s cock, and in others, she wondered why she hadn’t considered it sooner. All the time they’d missed out on together…
But still, she’d make up for it now.
She continued until her jaw ached, her gaze constantly straying up to meet his. Nick kept murmuring how hot she looked, how amazing she was. Then he finally tore her away and dragged her to her feet.
“I’m not sure I can hold back much longer, Belle. I might need to take you hard and fast. Can we do soft and slow later?”
“Oh yes.” She nodded eagerly. Her pussy was soaking and so ready for him.
“Good.”
He tugged her into him and spun her so her arse pressed into his bare cock. He thrust a hand down her panties and immediately plunged his fingers into her sheath. She squealed at the suddenness of it. Sharp pleasure already bolted through her as he worked in and out of her.
“Christ, you’re wet.”
Her legs juddered beneath her while Nick continued to torment her. His other hand somehow unhooked her bra and pulled it roughly from her so he could cup her breast and knead her nipple into an aching point. The feel of both his hands on her was almost more than she could bear and her orgasm ripped through her. She clamped her legs around his hand and rode the wave of pleasure until she sagged back against him, gasping in gulps of air.
Nick chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet, Belle.”
Coaxing her forward, he pressed her down across the desk. A gilded mirror sat right in front of it and Belle was staring
at herself, seeing the flush in her cheeks and how puffy her lips were. Her hair was a tangled auburn mess but she looked sexy and vibrant. Her gaze connected with Nick’s and she saw how he viewed her—as if she really was the hottest women on the planet.
With a ripping sound, her underwear was torn from her. “Just stay there,” Nick instructed.
Belle didn’t think she could do anything else, especially when he shrugged of his suit jacket and began tugging at his tie. Gradually, more and more male flesh became revealed as he unbuttoned his crisp blue shirt. She gulped at the sight of tanned, taut skin in the mirror. A small trail of dark hair ran down his stomach to his cock and she knew she’d have to lick it one day soon.
Then he shrugged out of his trousers and lined himself up behind her. One hand in her hair, pulling it tight, he forced her to look in the mirror. His other hand braced on her hip.
“Belle, I’m going to fuck you very hard and fast,” he promised.
“Yes,” she agreed, even though she knew she had no choice. She couldn’t wait.
The head of his cock touched her folds and left, but before she could feel disappointed, he lunged swiftly, spearing into her. Her eyes flew wide and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. It ached and shocked her as his long length fit completely inside her, but it was the most beautiful ache.
Using her hair for leverage, he pounded into her. The light on the desk rattled and Belle curled her hands over the edge of it to hold on. She cried out with each thrust and Nick brought down his palm on her arse in an encouraging smack. He must have spanked her at least twenty times, in time with his thrusts, but it only enhanced the sensations ricocheting through her. Who knew a spanking could be so gratifying? Her rear was warm and sensitive as he dug his finger into her soft flesh.
Then Nick used his free hand to reach between her legs and give her clit a good squeeze. When he released it, she felt the blood rush into it in a moment of pleasurable pain. God, she was so close it was ridiculous. The slide of his cock in her tight hole, the tug of his hand in her hair and the touch of his fingers on her pussy all worked to send her over the edge. Belle saw her orgasm hit in the mirror and her gaze locked onto Nick’s. Overwhelming emotion hit her and tears blurred her vision while the pulses streamed through her making her tremble. It seemed like the ultimate moment of connection. Her best friend and now her lover…
Belle sobbed out the last of her climax and saw Nick’s overtake him through the haze of tears. He tensed and groaned her name. Blinking, she allowed herself a small smile as Nick rocked gently into her. His grip on her hair loosened and he flattened kisses to her back.
As Belle drew in breaths, she listened to the soothing sound of Nick’s breathing also slowing. Wow. Clearly she didn’t just love Nick… she was in love with him. Why wouldn’t she be? The sex was mind-blowing, he was the hottest guy she knew, and he was her best friend.
Eventually he drew himself up and out of her. She moaned in disappointment and he chuckled, tugging her up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and looked at her in the mirror while he pressed kisses to her neck.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”
She giggled at the sexy sight they made. Nick’s strong arms wrapped around her, a hint of muscular torso showing and her curvy figure and bright hair against her pale skin…they looked perfect together.
Belle bit her lip. “I’m glad… and I’m very glad I got sold to Santa.” She turned in his arms and thrilled at the sensation of being flat against all the muscle. “But you only bought me for one date.”
“Hmm… I did.” Nick’s lips twisted into a cheeky grin. “And I can’t afford to pay that much every time I want a night with you…”
Scowling, she curled her hands around his neck and held onto him. Her heart thrummed lightly. She needed to know what he wanted. Had to be sure he hadn’t just bought her for one night and one night only.
“Nick!” she exclaimed in frustration as he began to move his hands along her body, caressing her back and rear.
“Well, seeing as I can’t buy you, can I give you a gift?”
“A gift?”
He nodded, released her and picked up his discarded trousers. As he drew out a small box, Belle gulped. He popped it open and a beautiful single solitaire diamond on a white gold band greeted her. She clapped her hands over her mouth as he dropped—still entirely naked—to one knee.
“Belle, will you marry me?”
A bubble of laughter escaped her. Tonight had been too crazy. Bought by a stranger and seduced by her best friend. And now he was proposing to her naked.
“Well?” he almost growled, the faintest hint of vulnerability slipping into his expression.
“Of course I’ll marry you!”
“Thank fuck.” Nick leapt to his feet, a bold grin on his face as he slipped the ring on her finger.
Belle took a moment to admire the ring before he scooped her into his hold. She wrapped her legs around him and gasped when she found him hard and ready to go.
“Oh my. Santa, do you have another present for me?”
“I certainly do, my little elf. I certainly do,” he said as he claimed her mouth.
Belle found herself drowning in his kiss, his scent. She doubted she could tell anyone how they truly became engaged. Bought at a sex club and proposed to while naked wasn’t really the most romantic of tales, but she kind of liked the idea of having their own little secret, naughty tale.
Nick laid her down on the bed and began to feast on her body while she moaned and writhed. She watched him, a wide smile on her face, very happy with her decision. She knew it was silly but she couldn’t help feeling a little bit of Christmas magic had been sprinkled upon them to help them reach this point.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered as he continued to love her with his mouth. “I love you.” She felt him grin against her skin but he didn’t return the words. That was fine with her. His lips were far too busy saying more than he could ever tell her.
The End
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Other books by J.A. Bailey
Sold for Sex (SinSity Stories)
Saved by Sex (SinSity Stories)
Hunting Laura
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