Santa’s Secret Keeper #3
Ben and I exchange worried glances, but he presses his finger against his lips, wordlessly telling me to stay quiet. I nod and watch how Ben turns around and talks to the person, who’s still pounding his fist against the wood like his life depends on it.
“Your brother isn’t here. It’s just me and my girlfriend, we’re kind of in the middle of something, so I’d appreciate it if you left and kept looking for your brother elsewhere,” Ben calls out loudly enough for his voice to carry over the sound of the violent pounding.
“Pause whatever the fuck you’re doing, let me check he’s really not in there for myself, and I’ll be on my merry way out of this dump,” the gruff voice demands.
Ben looks at me over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow.
“Fuck,” I whisper and step closer to him, keeping my voice low to ensure I’m not overheard. “What do we do now?”
He looks between the door and me, then shrugs. “We let him check the room but you hide your face, or we, well,” his cheeks turn red again as he shows me some weird movements with his fingers like a teenager. “Well, you know, act on a lie, I suppose?”
It takes me about two and a half seconds to make a decision, and the next moment, I’m all but jumping Ben’s bones, my lips pressed against his and my hands gripping his shoulders aggressively.
Ben freezes for a moment, then kisses me back just as passionately and takes over. He backs me up against the wall and his hands move to grab both my wrists. He lifts my hands above my head and holds both wrists in one hand, squeezing them together as he keeps me captive.
When he pulls away, panting for breath, Ben’s eyes search mine for a brief moment, then the corner of his mouth twitches and I swear, I see his eyes darken.
Suddenly, he releases my wrists and grabs my thighs, lifting me, making me wrap my legs around him for support as he slams my back against the wall.
A loud gasp escapes me while he quickly unzips his pants and forces them down, along with his boxers, to free his erection.
Ben’s lips find my neck—he kisses and bites the sensitive skin, acting like a desperate animal, not the sunshine of a man he was just minutes ago.
“Hold onto me,” he demands, voice low, strained with barely contained restraint.
I do as he tells me while the banging on the door only grows louder.
Ben doesn’t seem to mind as he lifts me higher up the wall.
The next moment, the sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room and I feel his fingers brush against my skin as Ben pulls my panties aside and mutters, “Don’t want to ruin your pretty little kitties. ”
I part my lips, about to go off at him for the comment, but Ben slams inside me without a warning so the only sound that leaves me is a cry of pleasure. I toss my head back and see stars, but I can’t tell if it’s the magic of his dick or the fact that I hit my head pretty bad—who cares, really.
Ben’s lips find mine before another moan escapes me, it’s almost like he’s trying to own and swallow every sound I make.
The man is a fucking machine, impossibly strong. His grip on my thighs is bruising as is, but somehow, he manages to hold me against the wall with one hand gripping my ass while the other is suddenly busy with spanking me every time he thrusts inside me.
He starts moving faster and harder, the same damn rhythm as the pounding on the door. He’s pressing me against the wall harder, moving his hips like his life depends on it, or this is possibly the last time in his life that he can get his dick wet.
The staff room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, my muffled moans and Ben’s grunts. God, do I love me a man who’s this vocal while he fucks.
Ben suddenly pulls out almost all the way and before I can protest, he slams back inside, hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll back. “You motherfucker,” I moan, wanting to sound annoyed, but end up sounding needy. “Don’t play with me like that,” I snarl and grab a fistful of his hair.
Ben flashes me that sunshine smile of his and for a second there, my brain stops working, but this absolute enigma of a man simply focuses on what he started—slamming inside me, hitting that one damn spot and grabbing my thighs so hard, I’m sure I’ll leave the staff room with a new set of pretty bruises.
I can’t hold in the moans as Ben’s pace becomes almost punishing. Each thrust feels deeper and harder than the last. His lips find mine again and we kiss sloppily, moaning and panting against each other’s lips.
He catches me off guard by biting my lip so hard, I can taste blood in my mouth. Holy shit, Ben really is nothing like what I assumed he is and he only proves me right when his hand moves from my ass to my throat to wrap around it.
He’s not squeezing it, just holding his hand against it as he mutters against my lips, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
What the actual—
Never in my life has my body listened to someone’s command, but here we are, experiencing it for the first time together. My hands grab at his shoulders and my nails dig into his skin as the filthiest, most sinful moan leaves my lips and I come apart on his cock.
Ben groans deeply as he fucks me through my orgasm, “That’s it, baby...” he mutters, then suddenly, he pulls out completely and sets me back on my feet.
My knees nearly give out from under me and I’m about to bitch about him cutting our fun short, even though I know he didn’t come, but when I look up at him and see the look in his eyes, I clamp my mouth shut.
Ben grips my hips and turns me around, slamming me against the wall. “Palms against the wall, sweetheart,” he growls.
I don’t bother to even attempt complaining and press my palms against the wall just like he told me. The aggressive pounding on the door can still be heard in the background, but it’s nothing compared to the sound of my heart beating so hard I can hear the thumping.
Ben positions himself behind me, slapping his hard cock against my ass cheek.
He spreads my legs wider with his foot and enters me in one deep thrust, making me cry out loudly.
He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust or get comfortable before he starts pounding into me like a madman, filling the small room with the sound of slapping bodies.
His hands grip my hips painfully as he holds me in place for his brutal thrusts. “Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?” Ben growls in my ear.
“You,” I whimper as he hits a spot inside me that really does make me see stars.
“Louder,” Bend growls and snaps his hips, slamming into me harder. His hand moves from my hip to my throat, squeezing it gently to remind me he’s in control. “Say it louder—who owns this tight pussy?”
“You do,” I cry out as the damn door is kicked in and the real target steps into the room.
I look over my shoulder, Ben still balls deep inside me, and the target’s face turns beet red as he turns around quickly, but doesn’t leave the room. “Hey, man,” he says and clears his throat. “Your ass is on display. Nice, uh, cat tattoo.”
“First of all, I know,” Ben snaps back and starts moving inside me again.
“Second, it’s not any regular cat, you moron, that’s Hello Kitty.
And third, didn’t you stop and think that the door is locked for a good reason?
I told you we’re in the middle of something here, that was your cue to leave, not to break down the bloody door! ”
The situation is already outrageously ridiculous but Ben makes it worse by snapping his hips sharply, forcing a moan out of me and hissing, “That’s right baby, look at you, look at how perfectly you take my cock. Good girl, you’re such a fucking good girl for me.”
I can’t even think rationally with Ben still fucking me slowly and praising me like that. The real target is still in the room, but I’m not paying attention to him anymore, so I don’t know if he’s watching us or not.
A little filthy, really, but I’m not too opposed to someone watching Ben fuck me like this for as long as Ben doesn’t stop performing his magic on me.
When another moan escapes me and I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure that my hands roam the wall, trying to find any surface I can grip on, the real target clears his throat.
Whatever is on his mind isn’t voiced, because loud screams from the mall’s main area echo throughout the building and even from here, we can hear a woman shout, “There’s a dead body in Santa’s sack! A dead body!”