Her Secret Santa

by Kelli Callahan

  “Do you like your gift?” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned.

  “I think I’m going to like unwrapping it…” He took another step towards the bed and tilted his head.

  “You don’t get to unwrap it quite yet.” I pointed at the ceiling.

  “Oh!” Ian looked up. “So that’s where the mistletoe went.”

  “One more step and you’ll be underneath it…” I motioned to him and slid to the edge of the bed.

  “I’m taking a lot more than one.” Ian closed the distance between us, pushed me back against the bed, and his lips crushed mine.

  I was beyond ready for him. I was so wet from being teased all day that my panties practically needed to be wrung out when I swapped them for the thong. All of the wonderful things he had done for me flashed through my mind as my body began to give in to the hunger. Ian was the most amazing man I had ever met, and while I never looked at my virginity as a prize to be won or a gift, I wanted to give it to him. He showed me that there was so much more to life than the narrow perceptive I had of it. I was excited to fall in love—to celebrate the holiday season—and all of that was because of him. The hesitation I had the first night he came to my apartment was completely gone. In his arms was the only place that I wanted to be.

  “I’m sorry we don’t have a waterbed.” Ian’s lips moved to my ear. “This is the last time that you could be a cherry float…”

  “You’re right.” I exhaled sharply and tried to put a serious expression on my face. “Should we stop?”

  “No way.” He shook his head and silenced my response with a kiss.

  Ian’s lips and hands seemed to be everywhere at once as I pulled at his clothes. He must have liked the lingerie I chose because he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to remove it. I barely noticed I was wearing anything at all. The sheer fabric didn’t cover much, and I felt the heat from his touch even when his hand wasn’t directly on my skin. The hunger in his eyes matched the fire that was burning in mine, and that fire created a sweltering heat in the room. It was nearly freezing outside, but I doubted we would have noticed if we were laying in the middle of the snow—it would have been turned into a puddle in seconds.

  “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” Ian leaned back as his shirt hit the floor beside the bed.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I stared into his eyes and nodded.

  Ian realized that all of the hesitation had evaporated from my soul. I was ready to be his. The rest of the clothes he was wearing came off as his lips seared to mine. His fingers wrapped around the thong panties that came with the lingerie, and he twisted them in his grasp. I heard threads popping before he yanked them down my thighs. I gave them a kick, and Ian’s hands pushed my thighs apart. He moved into position without breaking the seal that our lips had formed. He rubbed my clit with a finger and then moved it down to my pussy-lips. They were saturated with my lust and ready for him.

  “Aren’t you going to finish unwrapping your present?” I smiled as he lifted up, and our lips separated.

  “I unwrapped enough.” He guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy, and I immediately gasped.

  Ian shifted his weight, and I felt him begin to push his cock inside me. There was an ache, but I was too turned on to care. I expected it to hurt the first time, and I was prepared for that reality—especially when I saw how gifted Ian was below the waist. The head of Ian’s dick disappeared inside my pussy, and after a couple of gentle thrusts, I felt him against my hymen. A couple of hard thrusts took him past it, and I felt the ache turn into a sting. I couldn’t hide the discomfort when the stinging skin was stretched around his girth. He noticed my discomfort immediately and started to massage my clit with his thumb. That replaced all of the aching and stinging with currents of pleasure.

  “That feels good.” I squirmed on the bed and moaned.

  “I’m going to make you feel really good tonight, Elly.” Ian kept this thumb moving and leaned forward. “Many, many times.”

  Ian’s thrusts continued to be methodical and gentle as he pushed his cock deeper into my pussy. My body seemed to adjust to him. There was a temporary ache each time he went a little deeper, but it was stifled by the pleasure that was radiating from my clit. I could see the hunger building in Ian’s eyes. It made me want him even more. He had so much love to give, and I was the one that was lucky enough to find such an amazing man. An accident brought us together, or perhaps it was cosmic happenstance making up for all of the other things that had gone wrong in my life. Maybe it was the same for him. The one thing missing from both of our lives was—us. I couldn’t imagine returning to what I had before I met Ian.

  “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.” I put my hand on his. “It—it just feels so good.”

  “I don’t want you to fight it.” He pushed my hand away. “No teasing tonight. I want you to come for me as many times as you can—and then I’m going to make you come more than you ever realized was possible.”

  My body surged with bliss. Ian’s thrusts were getting a little faster. His cock felt good in my pussy, but his thumb was bringing a lot more pleasure than my body was ready to experience from sex. I gave in to the pressure as it started to build. I didn’t try to hold back or fight what my body craved. If he wanted me to come, he wasn’t going to have to wait very long to have his wish fulfilled. The euphoric release was definitely on the horizon, and I was moving towards the point of no return with more acceleration than ever. A couple of quick thrusts brought me closer—then two more made my body start to shake.

  “Oh god—I’m gonna come!” I felt my muscles tighten up, and then a burst of pleasure shot through my veins.

  “Damn, that feels amazing.” Ian let out a gasp.

  I didn’t know what got him so excited at first—until I felt my pussy start to spasm on his length while the orgasm swept through my body. It was a different feeling and a really good one. I could feel my orgasm deeper than normal, and it was a lot more intense than I expected. My pussy got wetter as I went over the edge, and Ian’s thrusts got faster. There was no ache—no sting—just pure euphoria. The orgasm peaked, and I felt like I was floating in Ian’s arms. The world melted away until all I could feel was skin-on-skin, the heat that simmered between us, and the elation that ripped through my soul. I made the hunger inside me crave more than my own pleasure—I needed Ian to be right there with me.

  “I want to feel you come too…” I dug my nails into Ian’s back and pressed my lips to ear. “Please, I really need it.”

  “You’re going to have to come for me a few more times first.” Ian lifted up. “I love the way you feel, and once is barely more than a tease.”

  “You did say no teasing…” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned.

  Ian’s thrusts had already begun to get faster, but I felt them start to get harder. He was deep as he could go, and every single one of them felt amazing. He built up to a rhythm that made me tremble every time he slammed into me and a new feeling of pleasure built with me. I was so overwhelmed with the sensations I had never felt before that it took me a minute to realize that my g-spot was responsible for the new wave of bliss that was building inside me. Ian’s thumb moved away from my clit, and I got to experience true pleasure for the first time. It was incredible—and it didn’t take long for my body to react.

  “I’m gonna come again!” A loud gasp followed my words.

  My second orgasm was a lot more powerful than the first one. It was like sinking into the ocean with nothing but Ian to keep me from drowning in my own desires, and it took my breath away. I could feel the excitement building in Ian’s thrusts. His cock began to throb inside me, and when one of those throbs made my g-spot hum, I felt a third orgasm building on top of the second. They peaked simultaneously, and I was no longer sinking in the ocean. I was floating above it—then I was flying—and the only thing I could see was stars.

  The peak lasted so long that my body ached in a completely di
fferent way, one that made me crave his release more than I realized was possible. When my eyes finally focused, I saw a different look in Ian’s eyes. It was raw and ferocious. He was getting close, and I could tell he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

  “Fuck, you don’t even know how good it feels when you come.” He exhaled sharply.

  Another f-bomb, it must feel as good for him as it does for me.

  “Show me.” I moaned and felt my body shake—there was at least one more orgasm left.

  Ian’s started to hammer my pussy so hard that my body wasn’t the only thing shaking. The bed had never experienced that kind of action, and the headboard came dangerously close to putting a hole in the wall a couple of times. The fury in his eyes was so intense that I could almost feel the heat radiating from them. I felt another orgasm begging to be released, and then I felt his throbbing cock start to pulsate. Ian’s ripped physique shuddered, and then he crashed into me. His thrusts were no longer rhythmic they were erratic and wild. The orgasm tore through my body, and as soon as my pussy spasmed, I felt him begin to come. Our lust seared together into an enormous climax that made me spiral into ultimate bliss.

  “Oh fuck!” My head rolled back, and a scream echoed from my throat. “Yes!”

  Ian didn’t respond with words, but I could hear a growl resonating from his throat. It was just as raw and primal as the look in his eyes. He drove his cock deep, and it continued to throb. His seed flooded my pussy and brought another orgasm to life that mixed with the one that was already peaking. Our bodies moved in unison with our passion. Ian slid both hands behind my back, lifted me up, and held me there as he used my body to satisfy his desires. I was still orgasming when the last eruption of lust exploded from his cock, but he kept his thrusts going until the pleasure faded. I went limp in his arms. My strength was sapped, and my body was spent.

  “Oh my god…” My words were weak and barely a whisper. “That was incredible.”

  “It was a good start.” Ian pulled me close and kissed my neck. “I’m far from finished with you tonight.”

  “Merry Christmas to me.” I sighed, and a smile slowly formed on my lips.

  Ian and I stayed tangled in an embrace for a couple of hours before we regained our strength. I finally got the energy to get up and went to the kitchen to get another cup of eggnog for the both of us. My throat was parched, so I ended up guzzling an entire bottle of water before I returned. We sat on the bed and lightly teased each other while we drank our eggnog. I could already feel a tingle—I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before my body wanted more than just a tease. Ian was just too hot and tempting for me to resist, especially when I saw his cock starting to get hard again.

  “I think it’s time for this to come off.” Ian tugged on my lingerie. “You don’t have a cherry that needs to be plucked anymore.”

  “Maybe I’ll make another trip to the store—nothing says that this has to be your only present.” I grinned as I squirmed out of the sheer fabric.

  “I’ll unwrap as many presents as you give me.” Ian leaned forward and started to kiss my neck.

  Ian’s lips moved along my skin until he was behind me. He pushed me forward, and I felt his fingers on my pussy. I was drenched with desire. He rubbed my pussy, played with my clit, and then he began to enter me from behind. Ian’s hands squeezed my hips, and our bodies slammed together. It felt different from that angle. His thrusts seemed to hit my g-spot a lot easier when he went deep, and it didn’t take me long to feel the pressure building up. It wasn’t going to take much to make me come, but if what we had already done was any indication, I had a lot more than one to give him.

  “Keep going—don’t stop!” I threw my head back and gasped.

  “Show me how good it feels.” Ian squeezed my hip. “Come for me…”

  My body reacted to what he said, like it was a command instead of a request. The pressure began to release, and my pussy spasmed on his length. Ian drove his cock deep and savored the bliss for a moment before he started to hammer me again. The headboard was no longer getting close to the wall—it was hitting it so hard that I was afraid there was going to be a dent before he was done. I had no idea how I was going to walk by my neighbors with a straight face the next time I saw them. I might have cared if I wasn’t trapped in the peak of an orgasm.

  “Oh god!” I dug my nails into the mattress when I felt a second orgasm building on top of the first.

  The euphoria was so strong that my arms got weak, and I fell forward onto the bed. Ian shifted his weight and just kept thrusting. I could feel him throbbing and pulsating, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the string of orgasms that were surging through my body. As soon as one peaked, another one built. I orgasmed so many times that I lost count before I felt Ian getting close to his climax. He put a hand on the back of my neck, tilted himself forward, and drove his dick as deep as possible when he started to come. That sent me to heaven one final time, and my spasms milked every drop from his balls. I had nothing left. Ian crashed into the mattress beside me, and I fell into his waiting arms.

  “Wow…” I let out a long sigh.

  “What position do you want to try next?” He pressed his lips to my neck.

  “Sleep?” I laughed under my breath. “I think I’m in the last position I’m going to get in tonight.”

  “We can sleep.” He pulled me close. “For a few minutes…”

  I think I’m going to need a lot more than a few minutes to recover from that…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Ian

  Elly and I spent the entire weekend together. We made love so many times that we were weary by the time the sun came up on Monday morning. I didn’t want to leave her bed, but I finally forced myself to get up so that I could head to my place and get ready for work. My muscles reminded me that they hadn’t been worked out like that in some time—I definitely needed to start going to gym more—although I didn’t think I was going to need any cardio if our nights continued to be as passionate as the last two we spent together. Every time I moved in the wrong direction and felt a twinge, it brought a smile to my face because it was a reminder of the amazing weekend I had with Elly.

  “Mr. Alexander?” Samantha pushed my door open. “The reports are ready. Do you want me to have the team put together a presentation?”

  “Nah, it’s okay.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll look over them myself.”

  I wasn’t avoiding my team by any means, but they had plenty to work on without putting together another presentation. We were in the home stretch before Christmas, which meant that interest in the Secret Santa Romance app was going to be winding down. I pulled up the reports and started going through them. The results were rather staggering. Our success rate went through the roof over the weekend. A lot of people had met the person that they were matched with, exchanged gifts, and decided that one date wasn’t enough. I hoped that some of them found the same happiness that I had found with Elly—even a fraction of it would have been amazing.

  “Hey, boss.” Joe leaned into my office. “Do you have a minute?”

  “Sure.” I looked up and nodded. “I was just looking over the reports. We had a really good week.”

  “Yes we did.” He smiled and sat down. “I know you don’t like for us to work over the weekend, but some inspiration struck me, and I couldn’t get it out of my system until I got some ideas down on paper.”

  “I bet your wife was thrilled when you decided to work instead of spend time with your family.” I narrowed my eyes.

  “She was shopping with her mother.” He laughed under his breath. “I was done by the time she got home.”

  “What did you come up with?” I tilted my head inquisitively.

  “I was thinking about the other projects we’ve been discussing and how we could capitalize on the success of the Secret Santa Romance app.” He put his tablet down in front of me and turned it on. “What if we just change it to a holiday roman
ce app—not just Christmas, but New Year’s Day, Valentine’s Day, hell, even the Fourth of July.”

  “How would that work?” I leaned back in my chair.

  “As soon as people sign up, they would be taken to an interface for the next holiday on the calendar. The rules would be the same—they get matched with someone, talk to them for a little while, and then trade gifts to celebrate the holiday.” He smiled. “I don’t know what kind of gifts you would trade for the Fourth of July, but I’m sure we can come up with something.”

  “It’s an interesting proposal.” I nodded. “That would keep us from losing the momentum after Christmas, and we wouldn’t have to keep launching new apps. We could just increase the marketing before the holidays.”

  “That’s what I was thinking too.” He picked up his tablet. “Should I have the team start working on an update for New Year’s Day?”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Everyone has worked hard enough on this, and we’ve got some other stuff in development—like the app for Benson Enterprises. Let’s skip New Year’s and get together after the holidays and plan things out for Valentine’s Day.”

  “Okay.” He nodded and smiled. “I think that would work better anyway.”

  We had a solution for our post-holiday dilemma, which would take a lot of stress off of everyone at the company—especially me. If we were able to keep the momentum going that we had already built, then there would be no way for a competitor to sweep in with a new dating app. We already had a good share of the market, and there was a good chance that we could be a permanent fixture at the top of the charts by the time Christmas rolled around again. We would definitely need some new bells and whistles along the way, but I felt good about Joe’s idea.