Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
NICHOLAS
I chuckled, shaking my head, grabbing her by the waist and making her squeal when she tried to walk by me in my bedroom after changing in the bathroom.
“Did you think you could walk by me without me touching you? Especially when you’re wearing that.”
“It’s a dress.”
“It’s a shirt you wear as a dress.”
“I have a tiny torso.”
“You have a tiny everything. That tight little pussy of yours could tempt a saint.”
She turned to face me, cocking her head to the side and placing her hands on my chest. I leaned forward like I was going to kiss her, but at the last second, I clicked my teeth together like I was going to bite her.
“Are you trying to provoke me?”
“It depends. Is it working?”
“So you want to ride my sleigh tonight?”
She looked down at her watch. “I guess I could fit you in, but Santa, is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She played coy.
We took the puppy for a walk, and it was almost midnight. I still hadn’t changed out of my outfit.
“I don’t know, Elle. Why don’t you get on your knees and come find out, so you can empty Santa’s sack?”
“But … it’s not Christmas yet.”
“Elle, unlike Santa, I come more than once a year.”
She giggled, twirling a strand of her long hair, and it was still the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Noelle knew exactly the role she wanted to play in this perverted Christmas fantasy.
“But what would the elves say?”
If anything, she taunted me with her long lashes.
Kissing down the side of her neck, I moved my fingers onto her bare inner thigh, making her moan in approval. My fingers skimmed higher and higher up her long, silky skin.
She sucked in a breath, anticipating my next move as I continued my gentle torture for a few more seconds. I inched closer and closer to where she wanted me to touch her the most.
“Stand up.” She did, cocking her head to the side and backing away a bit.
“Take your dress off for me,” I ordered, leaning on the back of my hands to enjoy the show that was Noelle Woods.
She reached for the hem.
“Slower.”
She slowly lifted her dress over her creamy thighs, and I rubbed my fingers over my mouth, already tasting her on my tongue. She threw her dress on the floor and stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Turn for me.”
She did.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, loud enough for her to hear.
She reached for her bra and took that off too .
“Be careful, Santa, or Mrs. Claus may come down your chimney.”
I grinned, pulling her to me. Within seconds, I was lying on top of her. I purposely trailed my callused fingers down the slit of her pussy.
“I prefer to give rather than receive. After all, I am Santa. I’m used to going all night.” Lightly brushing my fingertips farther down her slit, I slowly slid her panties to the side. “Feels like Mrs. Claus is having a very wet Christmas.”
She panted, “Right there.” She tried to glide her tongue into my mouth, but I jerked back, not allowing her the satisfaction.
At least, not yet.
She whimpered in disapproval, craving my mouth.
My tongue.
My taste against hers.
Her pussy betrayed her, tightening around my fingers.
“Where, baby? Here?” Her wetness slipped down the palm of my hand, coating the sleeve of my Santa suit.
Body quivering…
Thighs trembling…
Hips starting to fuck my hand…
“Yes…”
So close to coming apart.
“Tell me, do you want me to put you over my knee?”
“No…”
“Then tell me, how many guys have you been with?”
NOELLE
I immediately opened my eyes. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” I coaxed, hoping it would work .
“Is that right?” he asked in a devilish tone.
His eyes held nothing but mischief as his finger went right to my clit. He breathed into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and throughout my entire body.
“You’re not being a good girl…” He slapped my pussy, catching me off guard before returning right to work, and that was exactly what he was doing.
Working me over.
“That feel good, baby?” he rasped as he continued his assault on my clit.
“Yes…”
“Then answer the question, or I’ll stop,” he taunted.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
I recognized that tone, and I reluctantly gave in. “Three.”
His eyes glazed over with a predatory expression that made me clench my thighs for a whole other reason.
He leaned forward, close to my mouth. “Did they make you come?”
“No.”
His hand went back to my clit, manipulating me until my legs spread wider and wider for him. I was so close to release, rotating my hips against his hand. I wasn’t lying. I dated three guys after him, and not one of them brought me close to orgasm. I mean, it felt good, but I couldn’t get there without toys.
His mouth crashed onto mine, and we passionately kissed before I whimpered when he stopped. He kissed me one last time and moved his lips exactly where I wanted him.
Licking.
Sucking.
Tasting me in ways that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I made all sorts of sounds I’d never heard before.
And I loved every second of it.