by Sarah Bale
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Sexting St. Nick
Sarah Bale
Copyright © 2017 by Sarah Bale
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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First Printing: November 2017
Sexting St. Nick/ Sarah Bale. -- 1st ed
ISBN-13: 978-1979391405
ISBN-10: 1979391408
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To Angela- who used to challenge me to take a theme and make it ‘dirty’ when we were bored at work. LOL. This one’s for you. ;)
To Laura – for always listening to me ramble on while brainstorming. You’re the real MVP.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Also by Sarah Bale:
About the Author
Chapter 1
“You’re shitting me.”
I laugh. “No, it’s true. My name is Candy Kane, but Kane is with a ‘K’ instead of a ‘C’.”
He looks me up and down, whistling. “Damn. I knew coming out on a Wednesday was a good idea.”
The bartender brings our drinks. I take a sip and watch out of the corner of my eye as the guy moves a little closer. To be honest, this is the part I hate about the dating scene. It’s nothing but a game – one I didn’t feel like playing until this man asked to buy me a drink. And who says no to free liquor? Not me. Especially during the holidays, when I’m reminded of the time of year my life fell apart.
He rubs the small of my back, almost slipping his hand inside my pants. “What do you do for a living, Ms. Kane?”
He won’t believe me if I tell him the truth. No one does. So I improvise.
“I’m in sales.”
“Really? So am I. Small world.”
I imagine we’re selling very different things.
He’s so close that his hot breath meets my skin. “So, I have to ask – are you as sweet as a candy cane?”
Like I haven’t heard that one before. I resist rolling my eyes and silently curse my parents for giving me this name.
I lean in and reply, “Better. But I’ve got to get going. Thanks for the drink.”
I toss the rest down and slip off the barstool.
He stares at me before yelling, “Bitch!”
I wave as I walk toward the front door. The bouncer gives me a wink as I leave.
“See ya next week, Candy?”
“Not if I can help it.”
Thankfully there’s a cab waiting and I get in, rattling off my address. When the car is in motion I glance at my watch. My shift starts in an hour so I’ll have time for a glass of wine. I debate texting my best friend, Vixen, but she’s already working and I don’t want to ruin her juju.
Instead, I put in my earbuds. Time to get in the mood.
“Nick, you know I say this because you’re my friend. You’ve got to get out of this funk.”
I stare at my glass of whiskey. How many was this? Five? Six? I’d lost count at some point during the evening.
“Nick.”
Jack’s voice is grating on my nerves, but he won’t shut up until I acknowledge him.
I glance up. “As I’ve said before, it’s none of your business.”
Jack shakes his head. “You’re wrong, my friend. It is my business.”
He’s right, damn him. My whole breakdown is affecting a lot of people, but I deserve time to grieve, damn it! We were together for so fucking long and she just walked away.
Jack’s face softens and his blue eyes are sympathetic. “We all know how tough it’s been on you since she left…”
There is a ‘but’ coming.
“But…”
Shit. There it is.
“You have a job to do, and time is running out.”
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t just forget about her.”
The look on his face changes to something that can only be described as mischievous.
“I have an idea. It’s nothing dramatic, but might be enough to get you out of this funk.”
“What is it?”
He takes my phone and messes with it before sliding it my way. “I downloaded an app. Check it out when you’re alone.”
Bells go off in my head.
“Jack…” I warn.
He grins. “Sometimes you’ve got to liven things up, my friend.”
With a slap on the back he leaves me to stare at my phone. What is he up to? And do I really want to know?
Chapter 2
I take another sip of my whiskey before picking up my phone. It’s late enough that I won’t be disturbed, but I go up to my private rooms, locking the door behind me. The staff knows not to bother me up here unless it’s a true emergency. I settle in my favorite leather chair and swipe through my phone.
I see the new app right away and laugh out loud.
Jingle Belles.
The icon is even a wreath of bells. I click on it and it opens, asking some basic information.
Name: Nick Holiday
Age: 38
-ish…
Hobbies: Long walks. Skiing. Reading. Riding my motorcycle.
Blonde, Brunette, Redhead, or other: Brunette.
Kinks:
This makes me pause.
Kinks: Spanking. Light BDSM. Will try new things.
Sexual preference (see drop-down bar): Male seeking Female.
Video chat, texting, or both (This can be updated as needed): Texting
You’re almost done!
Forms of payments accepted…
I link my PayPal account. Then I hit submit and wait while animated reindeer dance across the screen. Finally, a message pops up.
Congratulations! You’ve been matched with Candy. Would you like to begin chatting now?
I press accept and wait…
My computer dings, letting me know I’ve been matched with a new client. I glance over the profile. Probably a fake name, but that doesn’t matter. People get lonely around the holidays and j
ust need someone to talk to. I get another notification that he is ready to begin texting and his number is sent to my phone.
Candy: Hi, Nick. How are you tonight?
Nick: Good. Yourself?
Candy: Just being bored. I’m glad you wanted to talk.
Nick: My friend talked me into this.
Candy: Nothing wrong with that. Everyone needs someone to chat with.
This is the part where I gauge what they’re looking for. Some make it obvious. Some make me work for the money I’m about to earn.
Candy: So Nick – is there anything you want to talk about?
Nick: …
Candy: How’s the weather where you are?
Since we were matched I know he is at least in the same state, but the weather is more severe near the lakes.
Nick: It’s cold and snowy.
Candy: I love the snow. Ever get freaky outside?
Nick: I have…
Candy: It’s a rush, isn’t it?
Candy: Where’s your favorite place to fuck, Nick?
Nick: My bedroom
Candy: Ooo, I bet it’s got a nice, big bed.
Candy: What’s your favorite position, Nick?
Nick: Doggy-style
Candy: Mmm. I like that, too. It makes me wet just thinking about it.
Candy: Do you like to fuck hard and fast or slow and sweet?
Nick: Depends on the day.
Candy: I like it hard and fast, especially during doggy-style.
Candy: I want you to thrust into me so hard the bed rocks and my tits shake.
Nick: How big are they?
I grin. We have a winner.
Candy: I can send you a pic or we can video chat.
Candy: Want to see my tits in real-time Nick?
I wait for his reply and take a sip of wine. Sometimes I think about quitting Jingle Belles, but the money is easy and I get paid well for what I do.
Nick: Pic
I flip through my gallery and find a picture that matches the bra I’m wearing. It’s a lacy piece that’s a size too small, making my breasts spill out. Men love this one. I hit send.
Chapter 3
My phone beeps as I receive the text.
Holy. Fuck.
Red lace cups two very full breasts. Her areolas are a dark pink and her skin is creamy white. The photo cuts off before her face, but brunette locks cascade over her shoulder. I adjust myself.
Candy: You like?
Nick: I do.
Candy: There’s more.
Nick: Oh yeah?
Candy: Uh huh.
Another picture comes through. This time she’s pulled one of her breasts free from the bra. It’s fucking mouth watering.
Nick: Damn.
Candy: See what I mean? If you were pounding me from behind my tits would def be bouncing around.
Nick: Would you beg me to go harder or finish you?
Candy: Harder. More.
Nick: I’d push into the mattress so I could go deeper inside of you.
Candy: Mmm. And pull my hair.
Nick: I’d wrap it around my fist and yank. Hard.
Candy: Yes. I like that.
Candy: Want to see how much I like it?
Nick: Yes.
I groan when the picture comes through. She’s on a couch with her legs spread open and I can see a damp spot on her panties.
Candy: I’m dripping, Nick.
Nick: If I were there right now I would rub you through your panties until they were soaked through.
Nick: I’d rub until you were fucking my hand.
Nick: And right before you come I’d pull away.
Candy: Mmm
Nick: Then I’d rip your panties off and fuck you.
I shift on my couch. Damn. This guy is good with his words. I don’t usually get so aroused this early in the night. And I certainly don’t send unedited pictures, like I just did with my panties.
Candy: Want to know a secret?
Nick: Yes.
Candy: I’m about to touch myself.
And I am. My lower stomach is tingling and I’m aching for a release.
Nick: I want to see.
Candy: Ready to video chat?
I hold my breath while I wait.
Nick: Yes.
For some reason this makes me happy. Usually I complain because it means more work, but I want him to see what his words have done to me. I make the connection through Jingle Belles and wait for him to answer. I’m about to make a grand, but that’s the last thing on my mind right now.
While it rings, I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side. He answers and I am stunned. He’s fucking hot. Silver hair that I can tell is natural and not chasing a fad. Eyes so blue they look fake. And he’s ripped. He sits in a big brown leather chair that makes him look super important even though he’s in a t-shirt. Behind him I see a roaring fireplace, much like the one in my own living room.
He smiles and shows off a dimple in his cheek.
“Hi.” I’m breathless.
“Hi. God, you’re beautiful.” He’s totally sincere, too.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad on the eyes, either.”
I put my phone on the tripod next to my couch. I’ve tested this angle many times ensuring my clients get to see everything they’re paying for. Plus it frees up my hands for other things.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” he admits. “I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do.”
I smile. “All we have to do is talk, Nick.”
I sit up and his eyes go to my breasts. I cup one.
“Want to see them?”
He nods and I reach into my bra, removing both breasts. Because my boobs are real and naturally big they aren’t exactly perky. So they look awesome with the help of the bra holding them up.
I squeeze a nipple and moan. “Mmm Nick. You turned me on earlier. Were you turned on?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
He moves his phone so I can see the tent in his pants. Damn.
“I like that, but I want to see more. Take off your pants, Nick.”
He meets my gaze and watches me for a moment. I take the time to stroke my breasts, giving them each a little squeeze. For a moment I’m not sure what he’s going to do. Then he reaches down and I hear his zipper.
“Let me see, Nick.”
He moves and I moan for real. His pants are still on, but he’s freed his cock. He’s fucking hung and it rests on his stomach. I’ve seen a lot of dicks in my career, but believe me when I say his is beautiful.
“Like it?”
“Oh, yes, Nick. I like it a lot.”
I run my hand over my stomach and move lower until I reach the band of my panties.
“You said if you were here you’d rub me through my panties. So I’m going to do that and pretend it’s you.”
I touch myself and the lacy material creates a delicious friction against my clit. I rub and tease myself until I’m panting.
“Spread your legs wider.”
My eyes open. I’m not sure when I shut them. Nick’s phone is propped up on a table near his chair and he’s fisting his cock. He’s also removed his shirt, leaving him looking sinful with nothing but his pants on.
I smile and do as he’s ordered.
“Fuck me. You’re drenched, aren’t you?”
I nod. I am. I resume touching myself, this time keeping my eyes open. He stares at me while he works his cock. He moans as he applies pressure to himself, turning the eroticism up to eleven.
“Nick, I’m getting close. Are you close?”
He grunts out, “Yes.”
“I’m going to use a vibrator now. How big is your cock?”
“Ten inches.”
Oh god. I believe him, too. Most guys lie, but he doesn’t have to. I reach into the drawer of the table next to my couch and pull out my favorite vibe, which is also ten inches. Pushing the button, it comes to life and I hold it up to the camera.
“
Finish me off, naughty boy.”
His eyes are bright. I lean back and push my panties aside, running the vibe through my folds. Goddamn. I’ve never been this wet before.
“If I were there I’d slide into you in one thrust. I’d pound you so hard we’d break the bed.”
“Hard and fast?”
“Hard and fast,” he confirms.
I shove the vibe into my pussy and cry out in pleasure. His chest is heaving as he pumps his cock. Together we find our rhythm through the screen, our eyes locking.
“Oh Nick,” I moan. “I’m about to come.”
My stomach is tingling and my nipples are erect.
“Come for me, Candy.”
His deep voice sets me over the edge and I shatter. The vibe makes a different sound as my pussy clenches around it. Nick roars as he comes all over his fist. It’s so damn erotic watching him. I jerk again, crying out his name.
When I’m done shaking I smile at him.
“Wow, Nick. That was-”
He confirms my thought. “Amazing.”
I purr, “I hope we can do this again.”
And for the first time it’s not because of the money. It’s because this man was able to truly get me off when no one else could.
He nods. “I have some business to take care of tomorrow, but I’m free in the evening.”
I give him my direct number through Jingle Belles.
“Are we going to text or video chat tomorrow?”
“Video chat.”
I grin. “I can’t wait, Mr. Holiday.”
Chapter 4
After cleaning myself up, I get in bed and have the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. And I don’t think about my ex once, which is progress. The next morning I shower and dress in jeans, boots, a long sleeve shirt, and grab my leather jacket.
Jack is waiting for me downstairs and raises his eyebrow when he sees me.
