by Piper Stone
Wendy trailed behind. “He wants the same thing you want, copious amounts of sex. Now open the packages.”
Her hands trembling, Cristal pulled out the contents of the lingerie bag first and grinned. “The man is insane.”
“Panties? Interesting choice,” Wendy mused and pushed a glass of champagne in her direction. “There has to be a reason.
“Um, he kinda ripped mine off the other night when we were going hot and heavy.” Just saying the words reminded her how much she craved the man. Brushing a bead of sweat from her brow, her thoughts flashed to the way his thick cock felt buried inside her pussy and she shivered.
“What? Oh this is just getting better and better.”
Taking a huge gulp of the frosty bubbly, Cristal reached for the other bag. As she pulled out the contents she burst into a fit of giggles. “The man has some imagination.” As she set the jars of Godiva chocolate sauce, raspberry jam, pure honey, chunky peanut butter, caramel and a huge container of marshmallow fluff along with an equal sized can of whipped cream on the counter, Cristal felt tingles slicing into her cunt. The little package of fresh strawberries and the bottle of Dom Perignon only added to saucy mix. But it was the package of licorice that forced her to laugh out loud. Shaking her head, her pussy muscles clenched from the sinful thought of slathering his body with the delicious treats. Suddenly hot flashes coursed through her body, forcing her to grip the table to keep from keeling over.
“My oh my. That’s more than a feast. Whew, girl. I had no idea my brother was that kinky. And you’re positively glowing. I think a round of intense sex was very good for you.”
Swallowing hard, Cristal shook her head and remembered the way Thorne had looked at her. The gift was nothing more than a reminder of what he wanted to do to her. No, it was a blatant statement of what he would do to her. “Damn, the boy is good.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, the boy turned into a man. But you know that, right? You had his cock buried in your hot little box.” Laughing, Wendy pushed the champagne flute even closer.
“Wendy!”
“Stop it. You and I have known each other far too long. I know Brenda and I set you up the other night and in truth, I had no idea Thorne was going to take the situation that far, but damn it, girl! You need to get on with your life. Thorne adores you. He always has. Why are you continuing to hold back? Is your self denial because of that one kiss?”
“Thorne told you.” The guilt from the single moment remained; her conservative upbringing and having a father who was a preacher didn’t help. Still, it was beyond time to throw the past into the blackened box and slam it shut. Cristal was more than ready to live again.
“You confessed one night. Granted, it was after copious glasses of wine, but you were mortified and I honestly don’t get why. I understand you had conviction and took your vows seriously, but that asshole didn’t!”
“Wendy, that didn’t make what I did right,” Cristal said shaking her head. But Wendy was spot on and as she gazed down at the wonderful treats meant to entice and tempt, she wanted more than just a one-night stand. The question was, did Thorne?
“Cory’s gone. You’re single. Thorne is a fucking catch and you’re hot and horny.”
Noticing the card in the bottom of the bag, she jerked out the note and fumbled as she dragged the folded paper from the crisp white envelope. Reading the words gave her way too many visions of splendor. Thorne was breaking down every last inhibition.
“What does it say?”
“Wendy, dear friend of mine. You both come from delectable stock. It says… Be with me for more than a night and I’ll remind you why you are the most wonderful, sexy woman in the entire world. Will you allow me to unwrap you for Christmas?” As her nipples hardened to tight points from the mere thought of unwrapping his fine cock, a single whimper slipped from Cristal’s mouth.
Gulping the last of her champagne, Wendy poured them both another, filling each to the rim. “I wish one of my wretched boyfriends had said something to me like that.” Leaning across the counter, she gave Cristal an admonishing look. “I know what you went through more than anyone, honey, but Thorne’s the real deal.”
Nibbling her bottom lip, Cristal thought about what to do next. In her heart she knew she wanted more than just a fling, but… Her eyes twinkling, she gazed at the lovely treats and sighed. “So, you going to help me here?”
“With?”
“A naughty minx kind of plan. I’m not good at this so I might need your help.”
Wendy giggled, “Now we’re talking, girl. I’m the queen of bad girl. What do you have in mind?”
“A special delivery perhaps?” As scintillating thoughts rattled around in her mind, Cristal swished her glass.
“Wrapped in a very sexy way, of course.”
“If you tell on me I’ll kick your ass.”
“Who me?” Wendy raised her eyebrow. “Does this mean you’re giving in to sin?”
Taking the tip of her finger, Cristal pushed it in and out of her mouth as she envisioned exactly what she wanted to do to Thorne and that carved body of his. “This means he’s going to get a very sexy Christmas gift. One I hope he never forgets.”
“Since the festive event is merely a few days away, I suggest we get started. And you’re unveiling your dastardly deed when?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Okay, we have time,” Wendy purred and licked her lips. “That’s perfect because Thorne has a business cocktail party to go to and the event will keep him in town for awhile. You can be all nestled under the tree waiting for him.” Laughing, she toyed with the jars. “Which one will you use on him first or do you think he’s going to use those naughty handcuffs on you instead?”
Somehow Cristal knew she was in for a serious bout of trouble. Finally, however, it seemed she was ready for all the wonderful things the holiday would bring.
Cristal walked Wendy to the front door and tingled with excitement. They’d finished the bottle of champagne and she felt light headed as well as warm and fuzzy inside. As her thoughts filled with visions of Thorne, she could barely wait for the next night’s festivities.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven. You’ll have just enough time to settle in before he comes home.” Wendy opened the front door and burst into laughter. “Girl, you’re right!”
As Cristal gazed over Wendy’s shoulder to see what had started her laughing, tingles swept her body to the point she could barely breathe. Two colorful packages were strategically placed on the front door stoop, and a solid vroom could be heard from just down the street. Glancing up, she honed in on the red Corvette as the powerful muscle car pulled over and parked in front of her house, and she grinned. “A personal delivery.”
Thorne stepped out of the dazzling sports car and stood with his arms folded. In the late afternoon sun, his muscular form was highlighted by flecks of gold.
Inhaling deeply, every part of her body shook in anticipation of seeing him, tasting him and having his shaft buried inside. “Whew.”
“Even I can say that man is gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous? He’s 1-800-stud-muffin wrapped in a sensuous package.” Even though he was wearing dark shades, she could easily tell he was watching her every move in quiet reverence. Fighting the urge to race to him and rip his clothes off, she gave him a respectful nod, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth. “I’m going to ride him hard and fast like a wild bull.” Although she slapped her hand over her mouth, giggles bubbled past the barrier. “I can’t believe I just said that in front of you.”
“It’s okay. I’ve heard it from every girl I’ve ever known, honey. But you know what, he’s never returned the compliment. Until now.” Wendy shook her head and turned her head slowly to gaze into Cristal’s eyes. “You have any doubt that he’s serious?”
“None what so ever. Tomorrow night.” But an anxious concern remained as she retrieved the mystery packages from the porch.
“Tomorrow night. Plan on
staying over.”
That she would. As she closed the door and padded back into the kitchen, she gingerly set the bags on the counter. She eyed them for a few minutes until she could no longer hold back. Ripping into them, she purred as she pulled out the bottles of bath oils, bath beads, massage oils, bubble bath, powders and body creams. The man must have spent a fortune! Cristal fingered the bottles, finally opening one. The incredible scent of night blooming jasmine and gardenia brought a smile to her face. He remembered it was one of her favorite combinations of fragrances. A grouping of scented candles followed. As Cristal brought first one then another to her nose, the wonderful essences of cinnamon, vanilla, hazelnut and tangerine assaulted her senses. No man had ever been this romantic toward her. Gifts were something she’d had to ask for, and even then, generally she received things that were the wrong size and color. How did Thorne know her so well?
He’d always been her friend and they’d shared many late night chats. And now everything had changed with one wicked party.
Why was she shaking like a leaf? When she opened the second package, she was stunned. Gasping, she dumped the bag that was full of sex toys and groaned. Picking up a wicked looking purple Rabbit vibrator, she had to smile. Reaching over, she opened her kitchen junk drawer and yanked out a pair of scissors. As she attempted to open it, the clamshell kept her from her prize for several grueling minutes. When she finally jerked the sinful toy free, she held it up and prayed to God she had a set of D batteries. “This is going to be one long lonely night.”
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she filtered through the other toys, inspecting each with a careful awe. The collection held a waterproof vibrator, flogger, nipple clamps, a brutal looking paddle, anal plugs and edible body paint. Sweet Jesus, she was about as horny as she could get. The card nestled at the bottom was flaming red in color. Embossed in gold, the tease was meant to prime her.
Enjoy a long delicious bath tonight and imagine me with you,
pleasuring you in every way you desire.
And know that I’ll use every one of the toys on your
voluptuous body.
“Mmm…” Why did the simple words of rapture give her pause? Granted, perhaps a long hot bath was in order.
Lighting candles and starting the water, she poured a copious amount of bubble bath into her jetted tub, not giving a shit what the manual said. Tonight, she was going to treat herself like a queen. Floating out into the living room, she turned on a bluesy CD, turning the stereo up loud and grabbing a glass of wine. Already giddy, she wasn’t going anywhere tonight, so another glass or two wasn’t going to hurt her. She glanced at the waterproof vibrator and grinned. “Why the hell not?” And this one was in a proper case without the hindrance of plastic. She fingered the sexy piece and checked. Batteries included. If only the girls could see her now, she giggled.
Just as the sun finished setting on the horizon, Cristal slid into the warm suds and sighed. She took a long sip of her wine, tracing the rim of the glass with her tongue before setting it down and grabbing the toy. She brushed her hand down the length of the nubbed treat and turned it on the slow speed. The vibrations sent a entire series of quivers straight into her pussy. Granted, a toy wasn’t nearly as much fun as the gorgeous man that filled her so completely, but it would have to do.
Closing her eyes, she allowed the sultry sounds of the heady jazz to envelop her soul as she slid the vibrator across her lips, darting her tongue out to lick the tip. The shameless act forced another eruption of giggles as she tried to imagine Thorne standing over her, his cock throbbing. She rubbed the toy down her chin to the swell of her breasts, sliding it back and forth across first one nipple then the next until both became tight little peaks. She was panting and her pussy ached with need.
Cristal opened her legs wide and rubbed the palm of her hand down her stomach, dipping her fingers just under the water to tease her clit. Flicking her finger back and forth, she circled the toy around her nipples until the desire that burned within her became too intense. She eased the unit under the water and drew a lazy zigzag pattern across her pussy lips. God, how she longed to have Thorne ready to fuck her hard and fast, just like he did before.
Tingling sensations rushed through her body as she pressed the vibrator to her slippery entrance. On fire and in need, she fumbled to turn the toy on high and guide the tip just inside. “Mmm…” Biting her lower lip, she dragged the tender flesh between her teeth, relishing the slice of pain. Unable to wait any longer she forced the toy deep inside her cunt just as Thorne had done, filling her completely with his delectable cock. “Oh, yes!” She moved back and forth in the water until the bubbles sloshed over the edge. In and out she drove the rubber shaft as she thrust one leg over the side of the tub. The angle was just right to send a series of electric jolts straight into the dark recesses of her pussy. Her muscles clamping over the tight invasion, she shivered and held on.
With every pulsing sensation, she moaned, her arms and legs quivering from the feelings that encapsulated her body. Barely able to focus, she clamped her eyes shut and simply allowed the carnal act to sweep her to a distant shore. “Oh… lord… Thorne…” She slid her hand over her breast, rubbing her skin gently until she could feel the climax building deep inside her cunt. Taking her tender nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she pinched, twisting the flesh as she began thrusting and twirling the vibrator in a manic fashion, stealing her breath.
The incredible dichotomy of pain and pleasure was all her body could stand. Throwing her eyes open, blinding shimmers of iridescent colors swirled around her eyes until she could no longer focus. “I… oh… ooooohhhh!” Jerking up from the tub, she sent water sloshing over the side as she screamed, the intensity of the orgasm building to a wicked wave of pressure. Every part of her body on fire, Cristal moaned, her fingers continuing their savage actions, pinching and tugging. “Oh, yes!” As her pussy muscles clenched around the vibrator, dragging it to the sweet depths of her wet heat, she envisioned Thorne and was giddy from the blissful moment.
Moments later, she managed to make it out of the tub, her legs shaky. She gazed at her reflection and grinned. Gone was the haunted woman. In her place was the wicked wanton creature she’d always craved becoming. Thorne Mitchell was in serious trouble.
Chapter 3
Thorne sighed as he pulled into the driveway. While the cocktail party had indeed been a good time, and he’d signed another contract with the up and coming magazine for several modeling gigs, his heart wasn’t into business tonight. Killing the engine on the ‘vette, he glanced out the window and shook his head. The light snowfall was expected to turn into a near blizzard, the likes of which Baltimore rarely received during December. He picked up the envelope from the seat and wasn’t sure why he’d gone ahead and stopped by the travel agent, yet he fingered the colorful brochure longing for the moment to happen. Cristal wasn’t going to go with him to St. Barts. In truth, she’d made it very clear to Wendy she never wanted to see him again. The overheard conversation remained churning in his gut. Still, he refused to give up. So many plans, so many delicious thoughts and yet he knew. Santa Claus wasn’t coming to his house this year.
Climbing out of the car, he slammed the door and headed for the front porch. His current plans were to bury himself in a tequila bottle, put on a stupid holiday movie and perhaps cry himself to sleep. When had he gotten so damn sappy? The day Cristal walked out of your life years before. He growled as he unlocked the door. Slipping inside, he dragged his coat off and pitched it onto the small foyer table. Why the hell did he need to clean up? No one was coming to his place for the holidays. As he brushed his hand through his hair, a lilting voice caught his attention. Straining to listen, he could swear he heard the soft strains of Christmas music coming from the family room. Had he left the stereo on?
As he walked closer to the back of the house, the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree Wendy insisted he purchase and decorate with utmost flair entered the periphery of
his vision. “What the hell?” He walked slowly into the room and stood still, trying to understand what he was seeing. The tree lights were turned on, the music pulsed from the stereo and the scent of holiday spice wafted across his nostrils, sending a series of skittering jolts into his system. Someone was in his house. An additional hint of perfume, faint yet exotic, fluttered around him, drawing him in. He rubbed his jaw and inhaled, grinning.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed an oversized envelope strategically nestled in the center of the tree. Thorne looked around the room and knew instinctively the delicious scent was Cristal’s. He longed to call out but as he opened the card, he knew she was playing her own game of cat and mouse.
Santa’s Elf has come to a very good boy toy early.
Check your stocking and you decide what should come next.
You wicked girl. Thorne glanced under the tree and noticed the plush red stocking. Chuckling, he leaned over and picked it up. He pulled out a heavy silver foil package and opened the gift slowly as he stole a look into the dark corners of the room. He burst out laughing as he examined the contents. The very creative package contained a pair of scissors, heavy duty rope, a large candy cane pole and a cold bottle of champagne. “Hmm… What game are you playing now, shameless woman?” The words were said out loud, he wanted her to know he was in the house and hungry to fulfill her needs.
There was something else in the stocking. Reaching inside, he pulled out another card.
There’s something simmering on the stove.
There’s something you need in the refrigerator.
There’s someone you hunger for waiting.
“Naughty minx.” Grinning, he slid the tiny box from his jacket and placed the velvet container exactly where the card had been. Perhaps the gift would come in handy after all. Thorne grabbed the stocking and sauntered into the kitchen where the scent of a rich dark chocolate gave him a smile. He turned off the stove and leaned over the pot. Pressing a finger inside, he found the chocolate was warm and gooey. “Oh you are so going to get it.” He lifted his finger and pushed the tip just inside his mouth as he noticed the small cylindrical jar next to the stove. Cristal was laying out a seduction scene, perfectly planned and deliciously sinful. He poured the liquid inside and walked to the refrigerator. Upon opening the door, the bowl of ice and another filled with succulent looking fruit caught his attention. From strawberries and blueberries to passion fruit and kiwi, the woman knew how to turn up the heat to a level of near combustion. He grabbed the container of ice and noticed the gold envelope hidden just underneath.
