Naughty & Nice

by J. S. Scott

  “God, cher,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet her mouth.

  She kept her hand wrapped around him, but pulled away enough to snag her mug from the coffee table and take mouthful of the rich hot chocolate before setting it down again. Holding the hot sweet liquid in her mouth, she bent and pushed his cock between her lips, swallowing and sucking as she slid the long thick length of him into her mouth as far as she could take him.

  “Fuck,” he said on an exhale, grabbing a fistful of her hair and working himself deeper.

  The combination of chocolate and hard man was delicious and overwhelming. Julie licked and sucked, taking him deep enough that he hit the back of her throat before sliding down the length of him again. She loved sucking him, loved the way his breath hitched and his hand clenched at her hair. Loved knowing that she was the one tipping him over the edge. And the fact that he tasted like chocolate only added to her pleasure.

  She took another mouthful of hot chocolate and repeated the process, slipping him past her lips and into her hot mouth, sucking and swallowing his hard length. Taking him as deep as she could, she paused giving her throat a moment to relax before sinking further down his cock. His hips rose to meet her, forcing her take more of him.

  “Fuck, that’s it. Suck me, cher. Just like that.” Eric clutched the couch, his grip tightening on her hair.

  Julie’s eyes watered but she didn’t care. She wanted all of him – every inch, and she wanted to be the one to make him lose his mind, lose control. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she slid back enough to catch her breath, but kept her tongue moving, stroking the underside of the velvet covered steel, relishing the slide of his skin and the ridge of the veins running down its length. She cupped his heavy testicles, tugging gently as her hand and mouth worked his cock with long hard strokes.

  His cock swelled, growing thicker under her tongue, and she knew he was close. Eric leaned forward, sliding his hand down the front of her T-shirt, slipping under the lace of her bra to cup her breast. Her nipple peaked under his rough touch, but the movement pulled his cock further from her mouth.

  “No. No you don’t,” she said, squirming out of his grip. “No distracting me. I’m busy here.”

  Eric chuckled but he wasn’t deterred from getting her in his hands, cupping her breasts, rolling her aching nipples between his fingers. She leaned back on her heels, reaching for the hem of the T-shirt. Peeling off the shirt, she watched as triumph flared in his eyes when she reached for the clasp on her bra, but he had another thing coming if he thought it would be that easy.

  Julie shed her bra and rocked back, cupping her breasts, letting her thumbs graze her nipples. Eric groaned and sucked in a breath as she held herself out to him like an offering just out of reach.

  “No,” she said as he leaned forward reaching for her. “No touching. This is my Christmas present, remember?”

  His jaw clenched, and he practically growled, but he froze in place.

  “I want you to lean back and put your hands behind your head.”

  “Julie,” he said, his voice a low purr of warning.

  “I mean it, chef.”

  “There will be repercussions,” he said, but he leaned back and linked his fingers behind his head. His cock jutted out in front of him thick and hard, and when she licked her lips, he groaned.

  “I’m counting on it.”

  Chapter Eight

  She was going to kill him, but God, he’d die a happy man. When Julie took him in her hot little mouth and sucked him like he was her favorite candy, he almost went off. His cock throbbed in front of him, harder than he’d been since that summer. Hell, harder than he’d ever been, and she didn’t want him to touch her. Fuck that. He’d let her have her way for now, but when she was done he was going to touch and kiss and claim every part of her body, taking his time teasing her as payback.

  Kneeling between his spread legs, she held her gorgeous tits in her hands and toyed with her nipples, driving him insane without touching him. He white knuckled his hands behind his head to keep from reaching for her and watched, mesmerized as she leaned in and ran the tip of her nipple over his cock. He couldn’t pull his gaze from the fucking erotic image of her hand cupping the sweet swell of her breast while the dusky rose peak traced whisper soft caresses over his aching cock.

  Her lips parted on an exhale of pleasure as she repeated the process with her other breast, lost in her own world, totally focused on the point where her body met his. She made one more pass up the length of him and his cock jerked in response. Bending her dark head, she pressed her tits on either side of his cock and rocked, using her tits to fuck him while her mouth caught the head.

  “Not quiet slick enough,” she murmured, straightening. He groaned at the loss of her touch but he saw the moment her gaze landed on the can of whipped cream. Her grin was wicked, mischievous and sexy as hell. “Hold still for me, baby.”

  She shook the can and popped off the cap while he worked long division in his head to keep from going off like a teenager. But when she pressed the tip and drew a line of cool cream down the length of his cock, he gritted his teeth so hard he thought his jaw would crack. She swirled whipped cream around the head of his cock and then licked it off him, her hot tongue working its way around the ridge, probing the head. She made a small sound of pleasure and he bucked his hips, desperate for her to take him in her mouth again.

  “Go ahead, baby,” she said, pressing her breasts against his cream covered length. “Fuck my tits.”

  Hearing the sinfully dirty words from her sweet lips was the only permission he needed. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and he thrust, sliding between her lush breasts made even sweeter by the shared cream. In moments, he was ready to explode. He gripped her shoulders to move her off of him before he came but she let go of her breasts and took him deep in her mouth, licking and sucking as his cock swelled. He gave in to her ministrations, wrapping his fist in her hair and fucking her mouth. When he came, she slid her mouth down his length until her nose pressed into his stomach. He exploded down her throat, and she licked and swallowed, taking everything he gave her, her greedy mouth demanding more.

  As soon as he could catch his breath, Eric reached for her, dragging Julie onto his lap. He held her, nestling her against his chest while he waited for his heartbeat to go back to normal. Fuck, she wasn’t an innocent virgin anymore. She overwhelmed him with her sensuality. Her eagerness. She’d destroyed him with her hands and mouth and all he could do was hold her and stroke her bare back while he got control of himself again.

  She curled into his arms, pressing her face into his neck, licking the spot where his pulse beat, hard and fast at the base of his throat. Tipping her face to meet his, he kissed her, the brush of lips becoming infinitely hotter when he tasted the remnants of sweet cream on her lips. He parted her lips with his tongue and delved into her mouth, tongues tangling until her felt her breath hitch and pulse race along with his.

  Working his way along her jaw, he laid a trail of kisses, licking and nipping until he found the point where her shoulder met her throat. She arched for him and the shift of her sweat pant covered ass on his lap had his cock starting to swell. He was never going to stop wanting her. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough, but damned if he wasn’t going to try. Scraping his teeth over the pulse that beat in her throat, he pressed her back so that she lay over his arm, her gorgeous tits laid out like a feast before him.

  He licked the trail his cock had taken, tasting the sweet sticky residue of the whipped cream. Her lips parted and her skin flushed and without preamble, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. Tasting and teasing, he suckled her.

  “So sweet, cher. You’re so sweet. Now it’s my turn.” Standing with Julie in his arms, he snagged the throw from the back of the couch and tossed it on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. Gently, he dropped to his knees and laid her out on the cashmere, pausing for a moment to strip the sweatpants from her body. />
  He’d intended to take his time, go slow and worship every inch of her delicious body. But seeing her spread out naked on the soft throw, her dark hair fanned around her face and her skin lit by the glow of the light from the tree, his resolve evaporated. He couldn’t wait. He’d take his time later; right now, he had to be inside her.

  Kneeling between her legs, he bent to kiss her, cupping her cheek with his hand and searching her hazel eyes. She met his kiss with a desperation that rivaled his, meeting his tongue thrust for thrust, teasing his lips while she licked and kissed him. He reached between their bodies, sliding his fingers through her silky wet folds and caught her answering sigh with his mouth. His fingertip traced her opening, swirling around her swollen clit before dipping into her tight wet channel. Her hips bucked up to meet him and any concern over whether she was as ready as he was evaporated when he felt her hand snake between them to grasp his cock and angle him toward her opening.

  Eric pulled back from the kiss and keeping his gaze on her face so he could gauge her response, he pushed inside her, working his cock into her hot pussy inch by inch. Her breath caught and her lips parted, but she didn’t close her eyes. She kept her gaze on his as he fought for every inch.

  He’d wanted to surge inside her, sink balls deep into her tight wet heat, but face-to-face, feeling her like this, she stole his breath. The honest emotion shining from her eyes knocked him flat. He wanted her with every fiber of his being, had never had sex as raw or exciting as what he had with Julie, but this was so much more than fucking. Whether they were willing to admit it or not, they were loving each other.

  Eric cradled her head in his hands, tucking her in against his chest. Sheltering her with his body, he slid the last few inches home. They exhaled together on a sigh, like pieces fitting together. Gears aligning. He felt a part of himself he hadn’t known was missing slide into place. And then they started to move and his world came apart again, everything shattering in the feeling of Julie in his arms, her body moving in rhythm with his.

  *****

  Wrapped in a huge white terry cloth bathrobe, her hair damp from the shower, Julie leaned back against Eric’s chest and took a swallow of reheated hot chocolate.

  “My God, this is good,” she said.

  The rich chocolate was so dark; it had just the right bite and although the chocolate itself wasn’t that sweet, the whipped cream made the perfect balance. Eric had grinned at her as he topped the mugs with the foamy sweetness. She still wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. She wasn’t usually that forward, but more than anything she’d wanted to give Eric back a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her and she’d wanted to feel him come apart under her hands and mouth.

  “I aim to please,” he said, his voice a rumble against the back of her chest.

  He wore the matching robe he’d put on after they shared a shower and couple more orgasms. She finally understood the expression boneless with pleasure. He made her come so many times she couldn’t believe her legs still worked. It made snuggling in Eric’s arms and sinking into him that much sweeter.

  She pulled his arm tighter around her, raising his hand to her lips so she could brush a kiss over his knuckles. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, and then leaned over enough to set his mug on the coffee table.

  “I have something for you.”

  “I can tell,” she said, wiggling against his crotch where his cock had started to swell again. “I thought the last time in the shower would have held you for a while.”

  “Not where you’re concerned, brat,” he said, kissing the top of her head again. “Never when it comes to you. Close your eyes.”

  Julie complied and felt him shift around behind her.

  “Okay, open them.”

  Eric held a long black jewelry box tied with a red satin ribbon in front of her face.

  “How did you…” she started to ask, but unless he kept a supply of wrapped presents in his penthouse, Adam must have brought it when he brought the tree. “You’re sweet, but you didn’t have to do this.” She didn’t need expensive jewelry from him, especially something he couldn’t possibly have picked out for her.

  “Just open the box, cher.”

  Setting her chocolate aside, she took the box from him and tugged open the ribbon. She was ready to be appreciative of whatever he’d gotten her. It really was nice of him to do it, if completely unnecessary. But when she opened the lid, tears pricked her eyes and she had to blink to keep them from falling. A bracelet made of tiny jeweled fish in different shades of blues and greens lay nestled in the box.

  “Oh Eric,” she said, fighting the catch in her voice. “It’s perfect. I love it.”

  And it was perfect. It wasn’t some random expensive present he’d gotten because he had so much money it didn’t matter to him. This was something just for her. Something he’d picked because she told him about the fish farm, and it meant more to her than a stack of diamond rings. She tipped her head back to kiss him, knocked flat by the emotions threatening to swamp her. It was just supposed to be a one-night stand but it had turned into so much more.

  “Thank you.” She tipped her face up, and he kissed her, a soft sweet brush of lips that somehow managed to hold the heat that burned between them.

  “I’m glad you like it. I want to see your dreams come true, cher. I want to help make it happen.”

  She couldn’t speak past the tightness in her throat. No one had ever asked what her dreams were – not since her mom died – much less cared if they came true. Lifting the sparkling bracelet out of the box, she held her wrist still for him to close the catch and then turned in his arms, showing him with her kiss and her body all the things she couldn’t bring herself to say.

  Chapter Nine

  Julie wasn’t sure what woke her. She lay in the dark wrapped in Eric’s arms, his slow steady breathing a reassuring presence behind her. It had stopped snowing and the moonlight coming in through the window was just enough to let her see the bracelet on her wrist. She touched the tiny jeweled fish with the tip of her finger, still awed by the thoughtfulness of his present. He really was a remarkable man.

  Maybe it wasn’t crazy to think they could have something together. Something beyond these few days. She loved him all those years ago, and maybe in some ways she’d never stopped loving him. She snuggled deeper into the covers and smiled when Eric held her tighter even in his sleep.

  She lay awake, wondering what woke her and thinking about repaying Eric back for all the Christmas tree orgasms. There’s no way she’d have heard the noise if the penthouse hadn’t been so quiet. Out on the counter, her cell phone buzzed like a trapped insect. The clock on the nightstand glowed 4:17. Who the hell was calling her at this time of night? Even Caleb had better sense than that. Unless something happened to her dad.

  Worry tightened her stomach as she carefully slid out from under Eric’s arm. She slipped his T-shirt over her head and crept down the dark hallway to the living room. They’d left the Christmas tree lights on and the room looked cozy and warm. She couldn’t help but glance at the tree and smile, remembering what he’d done to her, what they’d done to each other a few hours ago.

  She grabbed the phone just as it stopped buzzing. Thumbing it open she skimmed the messages. As she thought, the ones from earlier in the day were from her worthless brother first begging and then trying to guilt her into coming home to help with their father. As the day went on they got more desperate and cryptic, but that wasn’t what made her blood run cold. It was the last texts repeated over and over from a number she didn’t recognize.

  100K BY TOMORROW NIGHT OR WE TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR BROTHER’S SKIN

  What money? Fuck, what had Caleb gotten himself into this time? She wasn’t proud of it, but part of her wanted to let him face the consequences for whatever he’d done. She couldn’t. Her dad had barely survived her mother’s death. If anything happened to Caleb it would kill him. God what was she supposed to do? She didn’t have any idea how to f
ind whoever sent the text, and she didn’t have any money. Not the kind of money someone was willing to kidnap for.

  She’d been a fool to think, even for weekend that she could have a normal life. That she’d be allowed to be happy. She shook her fist in frustration, and as her gaze caught on the tiny jeweled fish, tears filled her eyes and streamed silently down her face.

  She still didn’t know what to do, but she was sure about one thing. There was no way in hell she’d let whatever crap her brother had gotten himself messed up in touch Eric. It might kill her to do it, but she’d walk away rather than lead the poison to his doorstep.

  With her heart shattering into a million pieces, she dressed and fled, leaving her love and any chance at happiness in bed with Eric.

  *****

  Eric knew the moment he woke up that she was gone. The bed was empty, and it was too quiet. Her dress and shoes were gone and the sweats and robe she’d worn were folded on his chair. He climbed out of bed and walked the short distance to the living room, wondering if she’d bothered to leave him a note this time.

  He found it on the counter. Two words on a piece of white paper.

  I’M SORRY.

  J

  She’d left one the paper stars she made him sitting next to it, a reminder of everything they shared.

  “Fuck.” He ground out the word, giving it all the frustration he felt so he wouldn’t put his fist through the wall.

  Not again. There was no fucking way she was walking away from him again. He hadn’t had a choice the Christmas a decade ago. He came home with no idea where she’d gone and no money or way to try to find her. That wasn’t true this time.

  They weren’t done with each other – nowhere near, and he was more than willing to put his considerable resources behind finding her and convincing her of that. He’d get her back. She was his. He knew it with every fiber of his being. He’d get her back and then he’d prove it to her.