Naughty & Nice

by J. S. Scott

  What in the world could he want with a short curvy woman like her? Her self-esteem issues weren’t any worse than most women’s. She knew she was pretty enough, but she wasn’t arm candy. She’d simply have to keep reminding her heart that this was nothing more than an extended one-night stand. He snagged her hand, and she let him tug her down beside him.

  “I’m so glad you’re here with me. Merry Christmas.” He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips with the softest possible kiss – just the barest hint of pressure. With excruciating slowness he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, teasing them open. He dipped and licked, exploring her lips and mouth, but there was no urgency to his movements. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world. Every movement, every soft caress bound her to him. She couldn’t take it. She’d never be able to hold her heart separate against the tender onslaught of his touch.

  She reached for his head, dragging him closer, trying to infuse the kiss with the heat and desperation of their earlier encounter. If they were fucking she wouldn’t get confused and think it was making love. He pulled away, catching her wrists with his hands.

  “No, cher. This time we go at my pace, and I plan to spend the day worshiping you.”

  She sucked in a breath, but didn’t protest when he guided her onto her back. Unless she was willing to leave, there was nothing she could do but relish his touch and pray she could walk away when it was time. He stroked her face with feather light touches, starting at her temples and brushing her cheeks with the backs of his fingers. Her eyes drifted closed and she sighed.

  “That’s it. Just relax.” He grabbed the hem of the borrowed T-shirt and inched it up. “Let’s get this off of you. I want to see you.”

  She lifted her shoulders so that he could pull the shirt over her head and then held still while he unfastened the clasp on her bra. He slid the black lace off her shoulders, freeing her breasts.

  “Beautiful,” he said, his tone reverent, as he eased her back onto the pillows.

  Eric started back at her temples, stroking from her face to her throat before letting his hands glide across her shoulders and down her arms to her fingertips. Her skin bloomed, pebbling in the wake of his delicious teasing touch. He repeated the path two more times before he finally detoured over her collar bones, between her breasts to her navel.

  He hadn’t touched her breasts but her nipples were already tight points, aching for him. He stroked down the center of her body with the pads of his fingers and back up, skimming the sides of her breasts with the backs of his hand. She wanted to lie still, but his touch woke up every nerve, making her desperate to have him ease the hunger he was building.

  She arched and rubbed her body against the soft cashmere throw like a cat while he stroked and teased her. When she thought she couldn’t take a moment more, he tugged on the rolled waistband of the sweats. Julie lifted her hips eagerly so he could pull off the borrowed pants. He’d ruined her panties the night before leaving her lying completely naked before him.

  Instead of touching her sex, he resumed the delicious torment of her breasts. He circled and stroked, dragging his fingers in smaller and smaller arcs, nearing but never quite touching her nipples. Desperate to have his hands or God, his mouth touch the tight aching peaks, she arched, letting her head fall back and pressing her breasts forward like an offering. But he wouldn’t be rushed.

  “Easy, cher,” he said, barely skimming the edge of her puckered flesh. “It is like the most delicious food. You have to take the time to build layers and layers so that the taste, when you finally have it is exquisite.”

  Without warning, he bent and drew her nipple into his hot wet mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. Her back bowed and she let out a hungry cry. His touch was so much and at the same time not enough. She thought she’d fly out of her skin. He repeated the process with her other nipple but just when she was ready to give in to the rhythmic suckling, he pulled back and resumed the teasing touches, stroking the sides of her breasts, letting his hands glide over the swell of her hips and back again.

  Her breasts felt heavy and achy and her nipples, damp from his mouth tightened in the cool air. She wanted him desperately and didn’t know how much more teasing she could take. When he leaned over her, she reached for him, wrapping her hands around his biceps. He let her pull him in for a kiss and met her tongue with his, drinking her in like she was the air he needed to breathe.

  Cupping her head, he kissed her, plundering her mouth before finally pulling away enough to run a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her throat. His mouth followed the path his fingers had taken down the center of her body and then up again to tease the gentle swell of her breasts. He licked and kissed his way around her breast, circling tighter and tighter as he neared the peak. She clutched the throw, desperate for him to take her in his mouth again. The teasing kisses made her flesh pebble and her heart race, but she needed him to satisfy her before she lost her mind.

  When he finally drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled her, it was as if her body aligned itself, narrowing her focus to the feeling of his mouth on her flesh. Her back bowed and the breath caught in her throat. Nothing in the world mattered except the two of them together in this place. By the time he repeated the process with her other breast, she was clutching his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, trying desperately to keep from flying out of her skin.

  Every nerve in her body was awake. Achy. Needy.

  Eric knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs open for him. She lifted her knees, knowing he’d see all of her – know instantly how turned on she was, but she wanted him so desperately she was beyond caring about anything but taking his cock inside her. He started the same teasing stroking with feather light touches, running the backs of his fingers over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

  If he took the same torturous pace with her pussy that he had with her breasts, she was going to go insane. She couldn’t wait that long. She just couldn’t. Her sex was swollen and wet and her clit strained, desperate for his touch. With him between her legs she couldn’t even rub her thighs together to ease some of the pressure. She had no choice but to go at his pace.

  But he didn’t tease her. The backs of his finger brushed her damp curls and he turned his palm to cup her sex, letting the tip of his middle finger dip into her slick opening.

  “Beautiful. And so wet for me.” His murmured approval sent another rush of liquid heat to her sex.

  Her hips bucked up to meet his hand and he slid his finger deeper inside her, keeping the heel of his hand on her clit. So far past worrying about anything but getting him to fuck her, she ground herself shamelessly against him and heard his answering growl. He slid a second finger beside the first and started to stroke, rubbing gentle arcs just inside her opening.

  “Come for me, cher,” he said, increasing the pressure on her clit. “I need to be inside you.”

  His voice sounded strained and raw and knowing that it was her body that affected him was its own aphrodisiac. She tightened around his fingers and felt the climax building inside her. He rubbed hard fast circles over her clit and she shattered, milking his fingers as she rode the waves of pleasure.

  Eric pulled away just long enough to shed his clothes and slide a condom down the long thick length of him and then he was back, positioning the head of his cock at her still spasming opening. Reaching under her, he palmed her ass and drove inside her, groaning as his cock slid home. She reached for him, grasping his forearms as he thrust, drawing out every bit of her pleasure as he took his own. She watched his forehead crease as his focused shifted from giving her pleasure to his impending climax.

  Her body tightened around his cock as another orgasm rolled through her. Her climax set off his and she saw the moment when he started to lose control. His eyes drifted shut, lips parted and his thrusts took on a desperate erratic pace. She held on to him, riding the last waves of her own orgasm as the climax took him. Holding her hips tight enough to
leave bruises, he drove into her and she felt his cock throb as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

  Chapter Six

  Eric gently untangled himself from Julie. After they made love, she’d fallen asleep wrapped around him like an octopus. He’d forgotten how much he liked it. He rarely slept with a woman anymore and in the few occasions he did, he felt strangled. Julie practically had him in a choke hold, her sexy legs twined around his, and it still wasn’t close enough. He loved waking up with her in his arms more than he was comfortable admitting.

  She stirred but didn’t wake and he managed to snuggle her under the throw and stretch the kink out of his back. Looking down on her curled up in a nest of pillows and cashmere, he couldn’t help but smile. Christmas had turned into so much more than he’d expected. He didn’t really have any family left, at least none he’d planned to visit, and working in the restaurant industry meant the holidays were the busiest time of the year. He’d gotten used to working the shifts that no one else wanted and then crashing Christmas day, catching up on his sleep.

  Being with Julie made him wish for all the holiday trappings, like a tree and decorations. And most importantly, a present for her. Surely, there was somewhere in the city, he could get a tree and something perfect he could wrap up to put under it. He didn’t want to leave her alone. He didn’t want to lose part of their day together, running around the city, but a part of him worried that if he went out himself while she was sleeping that she might not be there when he got home. Sliding on his sweats, he grabbed his cell phone and went into the other room to call in a favor.

  His PA, Adam answered on the fifth ring, sounding sleepy. Eric heard a TV in the background and prayed he wasn’t interrupting something important.

  “Hey boss, merry Christmas. What’s up?”

  “There’s something I need you to do for me.” Eric waited, feeling like a little bit of a prick for bothering Adam on his day off, but he’d given him the week of Hanukah off with pay so he could go see his sister and her family.

  “Name it.”

  “You sure. You don’t have plans today?”

  “Nothing I can’t change. What do you need?”

  Eric explained, reassuring Adam that he’d heard correctly.

  “The tree should be easy. I’m not sure about the other things but I’ll figure something out. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll bring the stuff to your place.”

  “Thanks Adam.”

  “No problem. That’s what you pay me for. She must be something to have you doing all of this.”

  “She is.” Eric hung up the phone and went back to the living room to see if he could wake Julie with his lips. Thinking about her curled naked wrapped in the cashmere throw had his cock starting to swell. Jesus, he’d just had her and he wanted her again already.

  The pillows were empty, nothing but an imprint of where her body had lain, and his heart thudded in his chest. He was sure she wouldn’t just leave, but if the pounding of his heart was any indication, his body wasn’t as certain. It showed how much betrayal there still was between them. He might say he was over it, but not all of him believed it. It was okay. They had time; they could work through it. It had been a decade ago. They were different people then.

  He found her in the kitchen, wearing his T-shirt and perched on one of the bar stools. She was on the phone, too, and if her side of the conversation was any indicator, it hadn’t been a festive call.

  “No, Daddy. I can’t. I’m still in the city.” She blew out a breath, ruffling her hair, and he felt torn between wanting to comfort her and trying to give her space. “I’m sure Caleb will be there any minute. No.” She must have sensed him because she turned and flashed him a weak smile. It was enough to get him over his indecision, and he came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “I’ve got to go, Daddy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He knew she’d be leaving but hearing her say it out loud sent a surprising jolt through him, and he fought the urge to tighten his arms around her. “I love you. Merry Christmas.”

  “Did you sleep well?” he asked after she’d ended the call.

  “Absolutely.” She leaned her head back against his chest, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “The string of orgasms wore me out.”

  “Good,” he said with a laugh. “That’s what was supposed to happen. Hungry?”

  “Surprisingly. But you don’t have to cook for me again. It’s your day off. Don’t you get tired of it?”

  He thought for a moment, but the answer was easy. “No,” he said simply. “I love to cook and feeding you is one of my new favorite things. Second to the orgasms, of course.”

  “Of course,” she said, grinning. “At least let me help. Give me a job.”

  He went to the pantry and grabbed a jar of tomato juice he’d put up in the summer when the tomatoes were in season. “You can make the soup.”

  “You can, too?” She took the jar from him, looking at it like it was a relic from another time, which maybe it was.

  “Me or my staff. It’s not difficult and it makes the best Bloody Marys and even better tomato soup. Do you know how to make a roux?”

  “Hey, I may not be a chef, but I can do more than heat Pop Tarts.”

  “I’m sure you can,” he said, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

  “Not exactly,” she said, looking a little sheepish. “If I’ve seen you do it on TV does that count?”

  “I’ll show you. Grab the whisk,” he said, motioning to the pot rack hanging over the kitchen island.

  When she reached for the whisk, her T-shirt rode up enough to reveal the smooth white cheeks of her ass and remind him that she wasn’t wearing panties.

  “On second thought,” he said, pulling her close so he could slide his hand under the cotton hem to cup her round ass. “Why don’t you go sit down before you distract me and I burn myself.”

  She squinted and a wrinkle formed on her forehead between her brows. He smoothed it with the pad of his thumb.

  “You’re not wearing a shirt and you don’t hear me complaining.”

  “I’m not complaining, cher. It’s self-preservation.” He took the jar and whisk from her and led her back to the stool.

  “Fine, but I bet I can still distract you from back here.”

  “I’m sure you can, but the distance will at least give me a chance.” He kissed her, taking a moment to slide his tongue along the seam of her lips, enjoying the feel of her mouth under his. By the time he let go of her, her eyes were soft with desire and it looked like her heart might be beating as hard as his. Determined, he turned and snagged an apron from the hook by the stove and slid it over his head, tying it around his waist.

  “God, I love a man in an apron.”

  Eric glanced over his shoulder and gave her a wink. “Any man or is there someone in particular you’re thinking of?” The comment started out as playful, but saying it out loud touched on old truths, still too raw to joke about.

  Julie didn’t respond, and he turned his attention to the stove. He didn’t mean to make things heavy and emotional between them. Hell, he hadn’t let his emotions get involved with a woman since that summer with Julie. He had fun with them, treated them with respect and then got out as soon as it looked like they might be interested in more than a good time. But there was too much history with Julie to pretend like it was just fucking. They meant more to each other than a one-night stand.

  Drizzling a little oil into a saucepan, he dropped in a chunk of butter and a heaping tablespoon of flour. When the roux had cooked long enough to get rid of the raw flour taste, he popped the lid on the jar and emptied the tomato juice into the pan, whisking it until the mixture started to thicken. He turned the heat to low and grabbed some sharp cheese from the fridge and a loaf of ciabatta from the counter. Before he could slice the bread, Julie cleared her throat and he turned to look at her.

  She was still wearing his T-shirt and sat perched on the stool where h
e’d left her, but her bare foot rested on the seat of the stool next to her, completely baring her sweet pussy to his hungry gaze. Without looking, he reached behind him to the stove, flipped off the burner, and stalked toward her, shedding the apron along the way.

  *****

  Julie felt a little bit like she’d poked a sleeping bear. Eric looked like he was ready to eat her for lunch. She’d let the love comment slip out and really people said things like that all the time. It shouldn’t mean anything, but between them it still did. He’d gotten so quiet and focused on the food; she had to do something to prove they were still okay. It wasn’t like her to be so brazen and now that he was coming toward her, the heat rolling off of him in waves she had to fight the urge to cover herself. Maybe she should have rethought flashing him her crotch.

  He pulled the apron over his head, revealing the thick long length of his erection tenting his sweatpants, and her mouth practically watered. Okay, maybe not. It looked like he was more than ready to give her – if not what she deserved – then at least what she craved.

  “I’m clean. I always use a condom,” he said, and she knew what he was asking.

  “Me, too, and I’m on the pill.”

  Standing in front of her, he pushed down the elastic waist of his pants, just far enough to free his cock. He fisted it in his hand and she watched, mesmerized, as he worked the hard length. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the thick head and she licked her lips. His answering growl had her scooting to the edge of the stool so she could drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.

  Before she could move, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, holding her in place. He teased her swollen sex with the round head, working his cock between her slick folds. Running himself back and forth over her aching clit. He took just enough time to make sure she wet and as ready as he was and then he thrust, forcing his cock into her tight channel.

  She didn’t have time to adjust to the invasion. He filled her so completely, stretching her so she couldn’t do more than simply breathe and try to open for him. Her legs were spread wide, her foot still propped on the stool. Eric hooked her other knee with his arm and took her the rest of the way, sinking so deep she felt the heavy weight of his balls nestled against her ass.