12. Dalton
Chapter Twelve
DALTON
The manager is stressed.
“We’re down to two working ovens. Yours is a big order. Had to happen on Christmas Eve. It’s going to be another thirty minutes, I’m sorry. Have a complimentary candy cane on the house.” He hands me two plastic-wrapped candy canes and disappears back into the kitchen.
Candy laughs. “I’ll take those. What possessed my parents to name me what they did, I’ll never know. Juniper and Jax really lucked out.”
I squeeze her hand. “I love your name.”
We walk back to my truck. While Candy’s parents deal with the aftermath of Rudy’s attack on the lasagna, we’ve been sent to pick up pizza as an alternative. When we left, her grandma and the vet were dancing to old-fashioned holiday music in the living room. Everyone else had gathered around the television to watch a holiday movie.
I turn on the radio, and Winter Wonderland starts up.
“How do you feel about the holidays now?” I turn to Candy.
She’s opened up both candy canes and hands me one. “Good. Now Jax knows, we don’t have to sneak around.”
The sight of her soft pink lips sucking on that red and white stick has me rock hard instantly. She bats her eyelashes at me, sliding the cane in and out of her mouth suggestively.
“Candy…you’re killing me over here.” I groan.
She leans across and unzips my jeans. My cock springs free, ready to go. She strokes it, her touch firm, and I nearly come right there.
“Good thing these windows are tinted…” Candy bends her head, grasping my shaft at the base, wrapping those plump lips around the tip of my cock. I bunch her hair gently in my fist, wanting to see everything as she licks me just like she did with the candy cane.
“Mmmm…” her lips vibrate against my shaft and I groan. She slides her mouth up and down as my balls draw up tighter, sparks of pleasure radiating up and down my spine. She takes a lick of the candy cane, then licks my dick. The sight is mesmerizing, every lick pushing me closer to the edge.
“I want you on my cock,” I say, my voice rough.
She giggles, handing me her candy cane. She pulls her flippy red dress over her head, kicking off her shoes and slowly teasing her panties down. I can’t wait, pulling her onto my lap.
I pull down the top of her dress, easing her tits out of the cups of her bra. I suck her nipples, grazing my teeth against each one as she arches her back, her pussy brushing against me. The car windows are steaming up as sweat trails down my spine.
I push the candy cane into her mouth as I line up my cock with her soaking-wet entrance. She moans as I ease up into her, trailing the cane down her skin until it hooks on her nipple. I stroke it back and forth, teasing her pebbled nipples one by one as I thrust up into her.
“Suck it again,” I push the candy cane into her mouth, and she tongues it, her eyes half-shut. She’s grinding up and down my hard shaft, meeting my thrusts, panting a little, her face flushed with pleasure. I slide the candy cane down to her clit, and she gasps as I rub it against her swollen nub, timing it with my thrusts. Her fingers clutch the seat as I pump into her, her tits bouncing in front of my face.
“I’m going to come,” her voice is breathy as I speed up my pace, her legs trembling.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” I growl.
She throws back her head, moaning my name. Her tightness pulses against my cock over and over again as she comes. It only takes me a couple more thrusts to join her, my balls drawn tight as I fill her up, stars exploding behind my eyes.
We clutch onto each other, sweaty and spent, as our breathing slows. I have some wet wipes in the car and we help clean each other up, both laughing as we try to remove the sticky trails from the candy cane.
I kiss her before we get out of the truck to collect the pizza. “I can’t wait to do this again, Candy. I love you.”
She kisses me back. “I love you too. Let’s deliver this pizza so I can get you alone again as soon as possible.”
I grin at her.
“It’s a deal.”