Christmas Goes Camo

by Allie Standifer, Brenna Zinn, Desiree Holt

  The word blow job had no meaning when it came to the act with Teague. Nothing about sucking his hot length was a job or chore. She loved licking and teasing him until his cream poured down her throat.

  Leaning against one cold wall, she shivered with lust. Just thinking about going in there and putting her mouth on him racked up her libido.

  Not being able to wait any longer, Kendil stepped through the natural stone archway and stared.

  Tall, tanned and hung like a moose, Teague stood in the waist-high water, one hand wrapped around his cock while the other played between his splayed thighs. With his head thrown back, eyes closed, he looked like a man on the edge of pleasure.

  Kendil didn’t want him coming without her, so she quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the heated water.

  Watching in fascinated silence as he brutally gripped his shaft in long hard strokes, Kendil bent over and licked the slick fluid beading the head of his engorged erection.

  Dark blue eyes flashed down at her. “Suck me off, Kendil.” Then his hands were in her hair pulling her closer to where she wanted to be. “Lick me.”

  Kendil teased the flared head with the tip of her tongue. His fluid was salty and musky and triggered a desperate craving in her.

  Gazing up at the most incredible male she’d ever known, with his cock hard for her pleasure, Kendil couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be, or any other person she’d rather be with.

  She devoured him. Sucking his big, hard cock as if it was made of her favourite ice cream. Kendil deep throated him until the need for air had her backing off.

  At first, Teague remained stone still, with only his hands lightly grasping her hair, but then, to Kendil’s pleasure, he broke, groaning and thrusting his hips forward, sending his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. Caught up in her own pleasure, she wrapped her fingers around his balls, reaching underneath him to encourage him even more.

  He groaned her name. Begged her. Cursed her and finally pleaded with her.

  “Damn it, Kendil, either suck me off or finish me with your hand. I can’t take it anymore,” he panted out between heavy breaths.

  Truthfully, neither could she. Tasting him, hearing his growls and groans of passion, only fuelled her desire. With a loud pop, her mouth left his tasty length.

  “Fuck me, then,” she demanded. She knelt over a large, smooth rock at the edge of the spring, stretching out facedown, her arms in front of her gripping the stone sides. She looked back at him. “Take me now or forever hold your own piece.” She waggled her ass at him.

  If he didn’t get his human ass to her in the next few seconds, she’d drop him naked in Boystown. Better yet, she’d drag his masturbating ass over to her by that huge bat he called a cock.

  She’d never felt this desperate to fuck before. She was so wet and empty, Kendil wanted to scream in frustration.

  When she didn’t think she could stand one more second of it, Teague knelt behind her. His hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her and she felt like weeping in relief.

  “You sure you want this? Want me? I can’t be gentle, not now, not yet.”

  His grip on her hair tightened and she whimpered in response, the edge of pain almost taking her over the edge.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she demanded, pushing her hips back until her ass rubbed up and over his wet cock.

  He shoved her forward against the unyielding stone, one hand restraining her arms while his legs pushed her knees apart.

  His free hand slid to her pussy, two fingers pushing inside, stretching her wide open for his possession. She clenched those fingers tight using her internal muscles and almost smiled at his groan of pleasure.

  “You planning on squeezing my cock like that?” he growled when she did it again.

  “Only if you ever manage to stop playing around and actually use that cock of yours to fuck me.”

  His hips slammed into her, his massive cock forcing its way through her tight swollen tissues. Kendil screamed from the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside her once more.

  “Yes,” she screamed thrusting her hips back, desperate to take all of him.

  He pushed his cock in deeper, stretching her to his huge length and width until his entire cock slid inside her pussy. He pinned her to the rock with his body and gripped her wrists tighter, keeping her from doing anything but accepting whatever he demanded.

  He gave her a hard, balls-slapping, womb-hitting fucking. Not making love. Not sex or getting it on. This was no-holds-barred fucking. The red arrow must have finally taken hold of him. Kendil would have to send a thank you card to the skanky whores for this one.

  His cock pumped inside her as she spread her legs wider to allow him in deeper. She wiggled and pushed against him, testing his limits, wanting to push him beyond the edge of his tight control.

  With his other hand, he roughly squeezed her breast before tugging at her nipples.

  The dual touches drove her higher.

  His cock slammed her mercilessly as his fingers left her breasts and slid down her stomach to tease her clit. He treated it to the same devious teasing. He pinched the small bud, stroked it and once even dared to slap it.

  “Oh fuck, yeah.” She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure from escaping her lips at the hard touch.

  Which only turned him on more. Her whole body shook with the force of his thrusts. Her orgasm loomed as his fingers continued to play with her swollen clit. The pressure was hard, but amazing.

  Sex had never overwhelmed her like this. Kendil had no thoughts left for anything other than the man taking over her body and soul. He continued to pound into her and she felt his cock grow even larger as he neared his own release. She tightened her muscles around him, feeling a strong wave of pride and satisfaction at his howl.

  Whatever restraint remained deserted them both. Flesh slapped against flesh as they both raced towards the coming release. Desperate for it, her orgasm ripped though her, spinning her out of control as Teague continued to play her body from one peak to another. His finger danced over and around her clit until she came for him, one orgasm after another.

  Weak from pleasure, Kendil didn’t think she could take any more. Finally, she clenched around him hard, putting all of her muscles behind it. He shouted, then came and came, jerking inside her until they both collapsed against the rock, the only solid foundation left in their world.

  * * * *

  He woke to the feel of Kendil’s tongue licking the length of his penis as if it were her favourite flavour of Popsicle on a summer day. Thoughts escaped him as he savoured her mouth’s warm wetness.

  She surrounded his cock firmly with one small hand and, as she sucked him in and out of her mouth, she followed with a hand motion that had him seeing stars. Her other hand fondled his balls in a gentle massaging movement and had him fighting not to lose control just yet.

  He threw back his head and groaned. Nothing had ever felt this good, this right. No one had ever caused him to lose his mind with only a touch or look. Yes, Kendil had made him a slave with a simple kiss.

  She set a pace that kept him guessing. First, she’d use fast and heavy sucking with lots of hand motion. Then she’d back off and use small, easy little licks around his balls as she held his pulsing tool in a firm grip. She was driving him crazy with lust.

  The pace changed as his lungs pumped, desperate for air. Kendil took him fast and deep, and his heart raced to keep up. A familiar tightening of his balls told him he’d come soon—too soon.

  How did he stop her when the last thing on this chilly continent he wanted to do was move her hot mouth away from his body? He wanted to come inside her. Needed to fill her body with his seed, dominate her in a way he’d never felt the desire to before. He needed to mark her as his in order to keep all other men away from her.

  He put his hands on either side of her head and held her still. With a half-sob, half-whimper, Teague pushed her mouth away from
his throbbing penis. “Too much, too fast. Need more…need inside you.”

  Before she could deny him or tell him to go fuck a stranger, Teague shifted his grip and pulled her into his arms. He carried her to the soft circle of winter flowers he’d seen. Lowering her to the magic-warmed earth, he followed her down.

  “I can’t stop looking at you, Kendil,” he whispered, using a finger to tenderly stroke the fragile softness of her cheek. “I want to touch you. I want you to touch me.”

  He explored her face. Gently, he swept a stray lock of silky hair off an elegant cheekbone. Her ice-blue eyes, glazed with passion, locked on his face. Sliding a finger to her lips, he traced the lusciousness of them, then bent over to lick the path his finger had taken.

  “Teague?” His name escaped his lover’s lips on a sigh. “Please.”

  He looked down at his silver-haired lover and his heart skipped a beat. “I’ll give you everything you want, any way you want it, but promise me we’ll talk after.”

  She blinked her ridiculously long, thick silver lashes, licked her lips and, after what felt like an eternity, nodded. “Yes, after this we will talk. I give you my word, but later.”

  “Yes, later,” he agreed and bent his head to claim her swollen red lips.

  He came down next to her, pulling her to him, his hands moving gently over her body. “I’ve dreamed about seeing, touching and tasting your breasts, before I even knew you existed,” he murmured.

  He licked his tongue over each one as he held the weight of one heavy breast in his hand. “I’ve fantasised about sucking them into my mouth. I’d wake up hard and aching, but without knowing why.” He stared down at her. “Now I know.”

  He put action to words as he teased one nipple with a gentle bite then soothed the hurt with his tongue, finally drawing it between his hot lips and pulling her with the edge of his tongue.

  Heat seared through his body with each moaning response. He pulled and sucked on her hardened tip, his hot breath warming the slope of the breast above it.

  Not willing to wait any longer, Teague gave one final kiss to her tempting mounds and yanked her mouth down to his. He took control, gripping her tinsel-coloured hair and angling her head better for his assault. His tongue twisted with hers as he rolled them over.

  Teague leant back and studied his artwork. Chest heaving, the heavy flesh of her breasts jiggled with each rapid expansion of her lungs. Bending down again to feel her breasts against his chest, he kissed her neck while her nipples pushed against him.

  He ran his hands down her body, marvelling at how soft she was. With a push of his wrist, Teague thrust his fingers inside her eager body. Her nether lips were moist with their combined juices and the scent of their mingled arousal heightened his own.

  Plunging his fingers into her swollen channel, he teasingly bit her right nipple.

  Kendil bucked in his arms and shrieked as she came.

  Teague’s chest filled with power and pride that the slightest touch from him sent her over the edge. But he wasn’t done with her yet. So many fantasies and erotic dreams with Kendil as the star and main attraction, he might never let her out of this bed.

  He moved off her and looked his fill of her beautiful, curvy body.

  The breasts he’d never get enough of gave way to a slightly rounded stomach, perfect for cushioning him as he thrust deep and hard inside her, then farther down to the most beautiful pussy. Silver hair neatly trimmed had Teague wiping a hand over his mouth to catch any drool. When he saw her moisture coating her silver-haired lips, Teague almost lost his mind. He couldn’t wait to taste her flavour on his tongue. To drink her down like the rare exquisite vintage he now knew her to be.

  Unable to hold himself back any longer, Teague dipped his head down and dived in. Long licks against her slit had her writhing beneath him and he’d barely gotten started. He parted her labia and focused on the pink pearl of a clit protruding from its protective hood. It gleamed with her desire and tempted him in further.

  He flicked his tongue against her clit then plunged into her channel. Her sweet cream coated his tongue. Despite her aroused protests, he continued to torture her with slow licks and lightning fast flicks on her sweet pussy.

  Kendil moaned and grabbed his head, sliding her fingers through his hair to hold him tight as he continued to pleasure her out of her mind.

  He used two fingers to thrust deep and was rewarded with another screaming orgasm. Teague wrapped his arms tightly around her hips to keep Kendil from throwing him off.

  “Amazing,” she panted, her body dewy with passion. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were a leprechaun instead of a mortal.” Still she didn’t let him go and even wiggled harder against him.

  Her words startled him from his very happy work. He lifted his head enough to look down the long line of her body. “Leprechauns? Short guys obsessed with gold and rainbows?”

  “Uh huh, sexy and sex-driven freaks of Mother Nature.” She panted the words out. “Rumour has it that once you go Leprechaun, you never go back.”

  Happily, he watched her eyes roll back in her head before she licked her lips and finished answering his original question. “They are almost all six and a half feet tall…keep doing that…ah…hot and hung.”

  Feeling insulted for all mortal men everywhere, Teague curled his fingers inside her. He stroked her G-spot and sucked her clit hard.

  “Aughhhh!” Kendil screamed and attempted to rip half the hair off his head, but Teague didn’t mind the loss. What was a few strands of hair compared to making his woman, his immortal woman, lose every ounce of her self-control?

  Mentally, he patted himself on the back while plotting to keep Kendil away from any pot-of-gold carrying little freaks.

  Teague pulled himself up and the smile curving his lips held every ounce of male pride in him. “By the time we’re done, baby, you won’t remember leprechauns or anyone else, but me.”

  Her hooded eyes focused on his cock and she licked her swollen lips. “Vain son of a reindeer, aren’t you?”

  “It’s not vanity that scalped me,” he taunted her. “But if you need a reminder…”

  “Wait,” she pleaded, “let me catch my breath.”

  “You’re immortal, right?” he teased, not really believing or caring at this point in time.

  “Yes.”

  “Then you don’t need to breathe as much as I need to be inside you.”

  Teague blanketed her with his body and pulled one silky leg high up on his hip. With a slow, demanding push, he entered her fully. His cock was wider than most men’s, but she fitted him like a glove. A warm, wet, silky glove made for him and him alone.

  Once seated inside her heat as deep as he could go, he kissed her tenderly. “I want to make this last for you, but I need you so much I don’t think I can wait.”

  “I just want you to take me. Just take me, Teague.” She grabbed his hips and pulled.

  He went deeper inside her. “Oh fuck. You are so hot. I can feel you clenching around me, pulling me deeper. Shit,” he cursed and shook his head like a dog coming out of a pond. “Too much, baby. Too much and I won’t last long enough to take care of you.”

  “So close it doesn’t matter.” Kendil clenched her muscles around his cock.

  He groaned. “Sweet heaven, woman.”

  He couldn’t resist her. As he’d known he would, Teague gave into her demands and slowly thrust into her welcoming dampness and heat. Each glide brought him closer to the edge, but he had to hold off his release as long as possible. He had to feel her come around him again, at least one more time. Nothing had ever felt better to him in his life than Kendil squeezing tightly around him.

  Determined to have that feeling again, Teague increased his pace and thrust harder, faster and deeper into her. Just when he couldn’t take anymore Kendil’s head tilted back and she screamed.

  “So good, so good…”

  He’d never seen anything or anyone more beautiful in that moment. Ken
dil glowed with her orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed with colour, all rosy and bright, while her amazing blue eyes looked hazy with sated passion.

  He couldn’t resist the urge to press a quick kiss to her lips, then he lightly bit her nipple. She screamed and came again, clutching his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. Her long legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she pumped herself up and down his shaft.

  With one last pump of his hips, he filled her body with his hot seed. Teague’s strength faded and he fell to the side of her, both of them breathing hard, sweaty and satisfied.

  Unable to move, they lay in a tangled heap of limbs.

  Long minutes later, Kendil finally broke the silence. “So, was it the talk of those sexy leprechauns?”

  Teague playfully smacked her bare ass then rubbed the injury away. “I don’t care what you say. Every myth, story or whatever has always painted them as short Irishmen, wearing green and obsessed with two things—gold and making shoes. Somehow that image doesn’t scream sexy to me. Then again, I’m a man. What do I know?”

  “I agree,” she patted his chest. “You know nothing, but I’ll explain. A long, long time ago, one of the leprechauns refused to sleep with…a goddess. For his refusal, she made sure to paint the entire species in an unflattering light. She wanted the whole race to be mocked and pitied by the rest of the immortals.”

  “Looks like she won.”

  Kendil shook her head, silky silver locks tumbling over his chest with her movements. “Oh no, in the end the leprechauns won as the rumours actually did them a favour. No one came searching for their gold or magic anymore. They were, and are, able to thrive out in the open among mortals and no one is the wiser.”

  “Hmmm,”

  “Just hmmm?”

  “I’m busy,” he explained as he mentally memorised the generous slope of her breast.

  “Doing what?” Kendil demanded, or tried to, but her voice held no true heat.

  “Planning my next attack,” he answered absently. “I can’t choose between your sweet nipples, addicting mouth or the pot of honey between your legs.”

  “Again?” she whispered. This time her voice was filled with awe and the stirrings of need.