CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Mariska #2
“One cookie with enough icing for ten.” I jerked open his belt and slipped my hand inside to grasp his thick cock. He grunted as my fingers took hold of him. It made me hotter yet to know I could affect him this way. “Take me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m going to eat that sweet pussy and make you come on my mouth, and then I’m taking you home—”
“No! Please, I can’t… It’s too far. I need you now.” I pulled him toward me and spread my legs. It didn’t matter if we were in a hospital or that I’d never had sex before. The only thing I could think about was having him deep inside of me, fucking me and locking in his knot.
“Mrs. Claus deserves better than a dusty file room.” Balthazar palmed my pussy through the leggings and rubbed me with long strokes. I writhed, desperate to have my clothes off. Too hot, too constricting. He needed to be naked too.
“Mrs. Claus has the hottest fucking Santa to take care of her, and I’ve been such a good girl this year.
” I tugged on his beard and kissed him to stop myself from pleading further.
My body trembled with another wave of pain.
I cried out and literally tried to climb him, wrapping a leg around his waist.
“Fucking hell.” He grunted and pulled back a little. He grabbed the material of my leggings on my thighs and ripped them open. I gasped as stitches popped and cool air hit my drenched pussy. The pure feralness of it had me almost come on the spot.
Balthazar pushed the crotch of my panties to one side and drove a finger inside of me. I groaned and stroked his erection in rhythm with his pumping hand. Our teeth clinked in the frenzy of our kisses, devouring one another as if we could never get enough.
Pressure built fast in my abdomen. Expanding, churning, hot.
“Oh God!” I kicked my legs and squeezed his cock in my grip.
He inserted another finger. Then added a third, stretching me. Feeling so good.
“Love how tight you are, how your pussy sucks at my fingers, how badly you want me.” He kissed along my neck, nipping at my flesh. His teeth scraped over my jugular and his mouth latched on, biting without truly biting.
I screamed as I came, losing my hold on his cock. Clawing at his arms and shoulders, I shuddered with the release. I floated in pure bliss. His hand never stopped pumping.
“Yes, baby. That’s right,” he growled and swallowed up my cries with his kisses.
But the ache didn’t lessen. I needed more.
“Balthazar.” I could barely catch a breath. My heart drummed against my chest. “I need you in me.”
“Let me get you home.” I didn’t miss the strain in his voice. He was hanging on by a thread, and I was going to snap it.
“No!” I whipped his pants open and pushed them down to free his massive cock from his… Santa’s sack boxers. Despite the fact I was begging him to fuck me, I flushed at the sight of his Christmas underwear.
Balthazar nibbled at my ear. “There’s no bed here. I want to lay you out and have my way with you all night long.”
“Now.” I wrapped both legs around him and pulled myself up off the photocopier. Holding his shoulders, I positioned my body so that his bulbous cock head prodded the entrance to my pussy. I moaned and jerked my hips a few times to try to get him into me.
His hands gripped my rear as he growled. His eyes grew darker as the last of his control broke. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.” He turned to press my back against the wall and eased the tip of his erection into me. “Naughty Omega wants Santa’s dick.”
I burned for his Alpha cock. There was nothing else other than him slowly filling me. And fuck, he was stretching me to what felt like my limits and he was not even halfway in. Yet no matter I was on the edge of pain, I wanted it all. I had to have the whole damn thing.
Slick drenched both of us. My toes curled as inch by glorious inch he pushed in. “Monster cock feels so good.”
“And don’t you forget it, baby.” He chuckled lowly and began to slowly thrust in and out. His mouth captured mine, reminding me to breathe. I wound my fingers through his wonderfully thick black hair and held on for my life.
His rumbling groans, our frantic breathing, the wet sounds of him moving inside of me, and as he sped up, the slap of his body against mine. His Alpha scent enveloped me, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut or else I’d get too dizzy.
Full. Whole. I’ve never felt this in my entire life.
It was so much more than me needing his Alpha cock inside of me. I trembled as I neared my second orgasm. Balthazar anchored me to this world and I held tight to my Santa.
Faster, harder.
He grunted something near my ear about how perfect I was.
My climatic cry was choked by the intensity of it. I threw my head back, bonking it against the wall. My nails bit into his skin on the back of his neck. No thought, nothing except heavenly pleasure.
The base of his erection swelled and knocked against my clit to send me farther into blissful oblivion. Yet before he locked himself in, Balthazar pulled out and bellowed as he exploded with his cock trapped between us. His cum lashed at my exposed flesh and painted me with his scent.
He kept me pinned to the wall as our chests heaved and our hearts thundered. My heat pain had faded to a mere shadow of what it had been, and a warm contented fuzz settled in my head.
After a few minutes, Balthazar set me on my feet and kissed me softly.
He did up his pants and hurried out of the room.
He returned with a handful of paper towels from the bathroom.
Some of them wet to wipe off the slick, cum, and blood, and then the others to dry me off.
Gone was the animalistic Alpha. Now he purred as he gently cleaned me.
I leaned against him, letting him take care of me. I’d removed the ruined leggings and balled them up to put them in a trash bin. I would have to buy Lyla a new pair, and oh God, I would have to explain why. No doubt she’d want to hear all the details.
“I’m going to take you to the truck and then come in to let the guys know I’m taking you home. Do you need anything else? Water? Something to eat?”
I nodded my head in what felt like a dopey way. “Yeah, water would be good. Thank you. Probably something to eat too.”
“Anything you need, baby.” Balthazar kissed the top of my head and wrapped his Santa coat around me to lead me outside to his truck. He turned it on to warm it up inside, and I curled up on the backseat.
Everything smelled like him, and I wallowed in being surrounded by all that was Balthazar. The panic from earlier was a distant memory. The truck was cozy and comforting.
I wasn’t fully ready to go home, wanting to snuggle with him, but if that’s where we were going, I should probably let Miss Eloise know. “Do you think you could get my phone from Lucian’s truck? I know you’ll probably have to ask him for the keys—”
“Nope.” Balthazar grinned and opened the glove box to take out a key attached to an L key chain. He winked at me and fetched my phone from the pickup beside his. “Here you go. Anything else?”
I couldn’t stop thinking that the hunky beast of an Alpha was so cute. Kissing him, I shook my head. “Thanks. I’m good.”
Tapping my phone, my body suddenly tensed. There were over twenty text and phone messages from Lyla. She would never blast my cell with that many calls unless…
I read the latest frantically typed texts.
No, no, no.
Warmth fled from me as fear gripped my heart. I burst out of the truck just as Balthazar had started back toward the hospital. “Wait! I need to go back in.”
It didn’t matter if I was without leggings or flushed from just having sex. Tears blurred my vision. This wasn’t happening. Not at Christmas.
“What’s wrong?” Balthazar’s smile immediately vanished, and he took on a stance as if preparing for an attack.
I ran toward the door as all the joy fled from my soul. “Miss Eloise had a stroke! She’s here right now.”