I clenched my eyes shut as our mouths became one, clinging hotly together. A hand reached behind me, squeezing into the narrow space between my back and the wall. The hiss of the zipper inching down my dress filled my ears. And then I felt two supple hands slide the sparkly confection off me. In a breath, my bare breasts were rubbing against his soft velvet jacket. My sensitive nipples ached with want. I opened my eyes a slit’s worth as he read my mind.
With tiny gasping breaths, I watched as he tweaked my buds between his thumbs and index fingers. His eyes, now hooded, gazed down at them. A delicious smile curled on his lips.
“Oh, baby, they’re even pinker and more perfect than I imagined.”
A buzzing sensation coursed through me as my hazy brain digested his words. He’d called me “baby” again and insinuated that he’d fantasized about me. Me, Calamity Jen!
As he played with my nipples and sucked my lips, a new ache crescendoed between my legs. I wanted him. I fucking wanted him. A want like I’d never experienced before. Every nerve in my body was sparking and my heart was on fire.
And then I jolted. A hand reached down into my lace bikinis and found its way to the molten folds between my thighs. After stroking them, his skilled fingers glommed onto my clit and circled it. Flutters of pleasures met his touch. I let out a moan. Or was it a groan? Either way, ecstasy powered it.
“Jesus.” he said, his voice a deep breathy whisper. “You’re so fucking wet for me, you bad girl.”
No one had ever called me “bad” before. I’d always been a good girl through and through. I came from a good family, did good things, had good friends, went to a good college, got a good job . . . and had been engaged to a good guy. So I’d thought.
Fuck. I want to be bad, I thought as I let him slide my undies down my legs, inch by sweet inch. That classic Christmas song, “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town” filtered into the room through hidden speakers. He rewarded the good; punished the bad. Honestly, who gave a fuck what that Santa thought. My secret Santa was showering me with wonderful surprises.
My panties hung low at my feet with my dress.
“Step out of them,” he purred in my ears. One foot after another, I did as bid. Except for my heels, I was totally naked and wrapped in his strong arms.
“Good girl.” Okay, so now I was good. I was so delirious with rapture, I didn’t know the difference between good and bad. And I didn’t give a damn.
With one hand, he worked his slacks, freeing his cock.
I glanced down and gasped. His erection was even bigger than I remembered, and it was pointed my way. With eyes wide, I watched as he slipped his hand into one of his slacks pockets and pulled out a small foil package. A condom. His ripped it open with his teeth. The hissing sound sent another rush of moisture to my core.
“Put this on me,” he commanded.
Inch by thick inch, I rolled the sheath up his monstrous shaft. The heat of it singed my fingertips.
With a satisfied smirk, he lifted me up against the upholstered wall and growled, “Now wrap your arms and legs around me.”
He was my boss. Still in my stilettos, I did as he asked. I held my breath as he nudged the crown of his hot cock into my center. We were perfectly lined up. Slowly, he slid it inside me, stretching me, until he filled me to the hilt. My fingernails dug into the fabric of his jacket, and I winced with sweet pain. Holy shit! I thought he was going to split me open.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I said as my muscles relaxed and got used to his size.
“Christ, tiger, you’re so tight and wet. I want to fuck you so badly.” His eyes burned into mine. “I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fucked and by a man who knows how.”
I absorbed his words, absorbed his girth. He was so different from Bradley. So hot, so full, so big. So divine! Gripping my bottom, he began to pound into me. I clung to his biceps and tugged at his hair, unable to suppress my moans. My hips rocked with his. I knew I should be thinking about the consequences of my actions, but any logical thought at the moment was impossible.
“Do you like this?” he breathed.
“Yes.” Oh yes!
Good girl, bad girl. It no longer mattered. With each forceful thrust, he was pushing me over the edge. Creating exquisite sensations inside me I’d never experienced. A pressure, so electrifying, so intense I was seeing stars of Bethlehem.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Oh please, yes!” Yes, yes, YES! I fisted the lapels of his velvet blazer.
He pumped harder, faster, rubbing against my clit with each unrelenting stroke. His breaths came in pants. My own pants gave way to whimpers. I was desperately craving a release.
“Don’t hold back,” he growled between gritted teeth. “I want to hear you roar, tiger. The room is soundproof.”
All it took was a squeeze of my clit. “Come for Santa,” he breathed into my mouth.
With a roar of his name so loud it echoed, I imploded. Tears leaked from my eyes as fierce waves of ecstasy swept through my body. A moment later, he let out his own primal roar. His hot pulsing cock exploded inside me, soaking me with his release, as I shuddered around him.
Through the speakers, “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” piped into the chamber. Spent, Blake rested his glistening sweat-laced forehead against mine as I clung to him. His breathing calmed. I was still shuddering and sobbing softly.
“Merry Christmas, tiger,” Blake whispered in my ear.
“Merry Christmas.”
Christmas had come early.
Chapter 16
Blake
Christ. I’d wanted to kiss her ever since the first time my lips touched down on hers. Taste her mouth in mine. Bite her lips, dance with her tongue. It had been weeks of torture and frustration. I’d jerked myself off so many times I had calluses.
It was different this time. Better. So much better, if better was possible. I was no longer a blind accident. I could tell. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She tasted so fucking good. I could feel her heartbeat in her mouth and her pulse in her neck as I trailed kisses down the slender length. The way she groped at my clothing and my hair bordered on savage. I was as ruthless as she was. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
I couldn’t stop tongue-fucking her mouth. Even before I saw those tender tits exposed in their full glory for the first time, I needed more. I had to have all of her. Have all of me inside her. When my fingers reached down to her clit, I knew she was ready. She was so fucking hot and wet. With the office Christmas party raging outside and Christmas carols drifting inside, I disrobed her and took her against the wall.
I’ll never forget the expression on her face when she saw my whopper cock. Her eyes glittered like two green gumdrops and her rosebud lips quivered. Yeah, she’d seen it once before—accidentally at my parents’ Shabbat dinner. But only from a distance. A funny thought crossed my mind. Mr. Burns, as I sometimes affectionately called my dick, was ready for his close-up. Oh was he! A good thing I’d packed him a debut outfit. A top-of-the-line lambskin condom.
Her fingers trembled as she inched it up me. I thought my thick, hard-as-nails cock might bust the delicate sheath. But she got it up without a tear. Without wasting a second, I put the broad tip to her pussy, and in a hot breath, I penetrated her.
Jesus Christ. She was tight. So fucking tight. Taking it slow, I slid my cock deep inside her. My eyes stayed glued on her face. Clenching her eyes, she chewed down on her lip and squeaked out a groan. Fuck. I was ripping her apart. And then, her muscles relaxed. I glided easily inside her, her drenched walls making it almost effortless. I began to pound her and quickly got into a rhythm. She was sexual and responsive. With breathy moans and groans, she met my thrusts, and as our pace picked up, I gripped her sweet, smooth ass. Sweat laced her svelte body, and an intoxicating scent—a delicious blend of sex and cherry vanilla—filled the air we breathed. I inhaled her like cocaine. She was a drug I couldn’t
get enough of, a drug that made me high with lust and desire. I’d never been so turned on.
Her breathing became ragged. I could feel her falling apart at the seams. I knew she was close to coming, and she confirmed it with one gasping word: “Yes.” Fuck, I loved that word. With one final deep thrust and a pinch of her clit, I brought her to her climax. As my tiger roared out my name, I watched her chest flush, her eyes gush tears, and her body shudder. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And then I juddered in her sea of waves with the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had in my life. To my surprise, I could go again. And wanted to madly.
Before I could make another move, she broke free of me. Where the hell was she going? I’d just begun. My eyes stayed fixed on her as she crouched down to pick up her sparkly green dress sprawled by my feet. Standing up, she stepped into it and shimmied it up her perfect little body. I felt bereft as I watched her preened pussy and her sweet breasts with their dainty puckered nipples disappear behind the fabric. She silently struggled with the back zipper.
I came to the rescue. But before I inched up the zipper, I studied her back. I loved everything about it—her creamy porcelain skin, her sculpted shoulder blades, the gentle slope of her spinal cord, and above all, those two little dimples at her tailbone. I longed to dip my tongue into those sexy indents after trailing kisses down every step of her spine and then tear off her dress. My still semi-erect cock hardened at the thought of having her naked in my arms again. Of fucking her in this position, from the back, until she roared one more time with ecstasy. I’d never had to beg for sex; I didn’t even know how. All I knew how to do was fuck girls into submission and usually they begged for it.
She never got the chance to slip on her panties. Unable to control myself, I lived out my fantasy and laved my tongue down her spine. Her bony discs made me feel like I was skiing over mogels. It was as thrilling as an extreme sport. Halfway down, my cock jumped up. Fuck. I was getting another erotic high.
“Please, Blake,” she moaned, flexing her hips and arching her head back. The tip of her ponytail tickled my throat.
“Please what?” I growled against her neck.
“Please take me.”
Home? Not a chance in hell.
“All of me,” she breathed out.
Way to go, Blakemeister! I didn’t expect her to make it so easy—to beg for me. In an instant, I shoved down her dress and rubbed my cock against her backside until it was as hard as it needed to be. I spread her legs, and then gripping her hips, I slid my rigid length between them. She moaned with blissful pleasure as the tip of my cock powered back into her. A groan escaped my throat. Man, she was still soaking wet and so fucking hot. Wrapping one arm around her slender waist and the hand of the other around a tender breast, I hammered her. Finding my rhythm, her hips rocked back and forth with mine with every deep, mighty thrust. I could feel her heat radiating. I moved the hand kneading her exquisite tit to her dripping wet pussy. My fingers caressed the slick, silky folds and then made their way to her swollen clit. They pressed hard against it, running circles around it.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” she repeatedly cried out. Whimpers quickly replaced words.
“Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good; so tight and warm,” I breathed in her ear. My mouth stayed there, showering her neck with hot kisses. God, she tasted good. So, so good.
“Oh, Blake!” she moaned.
I loved when she said my name. “Are you close to coming again?”
“So close,” she panted out.
I rubbed her clit harder and pounded into her forcefully. The sound of my flesh slapping against hers joined her chorus of harsh breaths and whimpers.
“So, so, close.” Her rasp was just above a whisper. A desperate whisper.
On the next thrust, she broke loose once more, coming around me in spades of screams and spasms. Her body went limp, and I held her firmly so she wouldn’t crumple as my own mind-blowing climax met hers with another powerful thrust. We stayed locked in that position as we rode our orgasms out.
“Oh, tiger, that was fucking amazing,” I breathed into her ear while caressing her soaking wet pussy. Her folds still hypersensitive to my touch, I felt her shudder yet again against me.
Only one word tumbled out of her mouth. “More.”
*
After another round of mind-blowing sex—this time on the floor—we were spent. Both of us now naked to the bone, we sat against a padded wall catching our breaths. Jen’s ponytail had come loose. Her dark shoulder-length waves cascaded over my green velvet jacket. I’d placed it over her shoulders like a cape. Her knees were curled up with her arms folded around them. There was something so sexy about seeing her in this position and wrapped up in my way too big jacket.
Victory. My cock was one happy camper. And so was I. Dickwick was gone and now she was mine. I slung an arm around her as she rested her chin on her knees. God, she was adorable. My invincible cock stirred. Could I take her one more time? Make her a record?
The luxurious bed in my fuck pad was tempting, but she didn’t belong there. It was where I’d fucked all my hook-ups and watched them come in the mirror across from it. Jennifer was not a hook-up. She was something more. Someone special. The first woman I wanted to bring home. To fuck in my real bed, hold in my arms, and wake up to in the morning. A sharp pang of remorse stabbed at me. I squeezed my eyes. Shit. I shouldn’t have fucked her here. Someone special deserved somewhere special.
I nuzzled her neck and then whispered in her ear, “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get out of here. Come home with me.” In my heart, I hoped it wasn’t too late to make amends.
She bit down on her lip and shook her head. Her expression went from tortured ecstasy to a mixture of confusion and despair. Tears spilled from her eyes.
With my other hand, I tilted up her chin. “What’s the matter, tiger?”
She turned and faced me. Her pained eyes searched mine. Yup. It was too late. I’d fucked up. My heart drummed as her sweet lips parted.
“This is all wrong. You’re my boss.”
“So what?” This was not the response I expected from her.
“Blake, it’s just a onetime thing. A fluke. I’m vulnerable. You got me on the rebound.”
“What are you trying to say?” My voice was a desperate rasp.
“Let’s forget this ever happened.”
“Tiger, how can you say that?”
“I just got out of one of bad relationship. I don’t need to start another—especially with my boss.”
“It doesn’t have to be a relationship. We can just be discreet fuck buddies.” My voice sunk with desperation. Hers rose with rage.
“Oh? You mean, I could be one of your hook-ups like Kitty-Kat or whatever her name is? I. Don’t. Think. So.” She paused and then her voice turned to ice. “Blake, I need to get dressed.”
Fuck. Why did I say that? How could I be so goddamn stupid? So goddamn desperate? “Jennifer, I didn’t mean it that way. Honestly.”
“My father says words can’t be taken back. So, if you’ll please excuse me, I’d like to leave.”
I rested my chin on the top of her head and held her firmly. “Don’t go,” I begged. “Please don’t go.”
“Blake, please. I need to get dressed and go home.”
Squirming, she broke free of me and shrugged off my jacket. She slid across the padded wall and stood up. Hurriedly, she threw on her dress. She didn’t even bother with her panties.
My emotions in a jumble, I leapt to my feet. “Fine. Then I’ll take you home.” Maybe I could get her into her bed. It didn’t have to be mine. I needed to prove to her she was more than a casual lay. I gripped her arm, holding her back.
She jerked away. Tears swam down her cheeks. “Mr. Burns, please. Don’t touch me. I’ve made up my mind.” Before I could say another word, she fled. The door to my fuck pad slammed shut behind her.
Defeated, I slumped down against the wall. Shitballs. I wasn’t expecting this. I w
as positive with Dickwick out of her life, she’d be all mine. Especially after learning I was that man she’d kissed in that game of Truth or Dare. I’d had the whole night planned out, from the mistletoe to the morning after. Grandma had even helped. I buried my head between my knees.
Jesus. How could I have been so wrong? She wasn’t ready for another relationship. And I’d said some stupid, stupid things. Mr. Hook-Up had no idea how to handle a relationship. I was a player. I left women; they never left me. Until now.
Jennifer McCoy was gone with the wind. Maybe I’d shown her what it was like to be kissed—and fucked—by someone who knew how, but that wasn’t enough. I sure hadn’t lined up my cherries. I’d made a total mess of tonight. I reached for her panties—a souvenir of our encounter—and sniffed them. A glimmer of hope lifted me out of my misery. After all, tomorrow was another day.
Chapter 17
Jennifer
My alarm clock went off at exactly six fifteen. There was actually no need to set it. I didn’t sleep a wink. How could I? I kept replaying what had happened at the office Christmas party. My mind was a whirlwind of chaos. Caused by two opposing forces—lust and remorse.
Holy, holy fuck. It was all too much. All too unbelievable. Blake Burns was that man I’d kissed at my engagement dinner. My boss! That man whose kiss I couldn’t forget. And now I’d fucked him. Not once. Not twice. But three times. And after the first time, I’d begged for it and even torn off his clothes.
Blake had fucked my brains out. Fucked me senseless. I’d never had an orgasm from intercourse before, let alone three in a row, each one sending me over the edge. Blake Burns had brought me to a place I’d never been. And all through my sleepless night, I’d relived the moments of our mind-blowing sex. Over and over. Coming against the wall, my legs wrapped around him. Coming in his arms, taking me from behind. Coming on my knees, falling with him to the floor. Our hands, our mouths, our tongues everywhere. I couldn’t get enough of his magnificent body. Or his magnificent cock.
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