Chapter 6 Onyx
onyx
If you let me sit on your lap and take a picture with Santa. My already hard cock throbbed at her words. Let her? Fuck, I’d beg her. Not that I said that. Not when I stared down at her, unable to get my brain to fully process what she’d just said.
“Candy,” I rasped. Her name sounded scratchy in my ears.
“Please?” she whispered so sweetly, a pearl of liquid formed at the tip of my dick and smeared against my boxer briefs. Those pretty eyes of hers looked at me like I was all she wanted, and I fucking hoped to god I wasn’t wrong.
Suddenly, her small but strong hand dragged down my chest, leaving nothing but heat and want in its wake despite wearing this thick, stupid Santa costume.
This time, it was her who tangled our fingers together, holding my hand for the first time before leading the two of us towards the workshop we had built together.
“Baby,” I whispered hoarsely, but like a big dope letting himself be led by his dick, I couldn’t string more than two words together.
And when she looked over her shoulder and smiled up at me?
Her curls bouncing as mischief glittered in her eyes?
Fuck me, it made me want her even more. I was a goner.
A complete and utter goner for this curvy goddess who had been in front of me for so long, yet somehow, I’d just now noticed.
She stood beside the chair and nodded towards it, silently telling me to sit.
And like her good boy, I did her fucking bidding.
Fuck. No other woman out in the fucking universe could have made me do this shit for her.
Only Candace. Only my woman. I sat down and spread my legs wide as I got comfortable.
Once I was seated, she smiled and chewed on her lower lip.
I patted my lap and winked. Candy didn’t need to be told twice.
She moved closer and sat right on my lap.
Her gorgeous ass took its place on me, and we smiled at one another like fools. “You wanted a picture with Santa?”
“Yes.” She giggled, bringing her phone out of the pocket of her cardigan and pulling up the camera feature. She tried to snap a selfie of the two of us, but the phone almost slipped out of her hand, so I took it from her and snapped some images.
“Let me see,” she said. I handed it to her, unable to take my eyes off her as she looked at the images.
I felt almost breathless when her eyes sparkled up at me.
“Do you think we can do a couple more? Maybe some funny ones?” she requested, almost as shy as she was excited.
Fuck, it fueled something inside of me. I wanted to be the man she asked anything for because she knew he would deliver time and time again.
“Of course.” She handed me her phone again, and I made sure our fingers brushed this time.
We made some funny faces and laughed, and when we stared at each other, slowly swaying closer, I knew exactly where this was going.
Her lips brushed against mine, and I groaned.
The deep sound vibrated between us as she took the lead, kissing me slowly.
Sweetly. So damn gently my breath hitched and my cock ached.
“Candy,” I moaned and bounced her on my knee once, twice. She giggled and wrapped her arm around me, resting her forehead against mine.
“Hi, Santa.” She grinned at me, and I laughed, shaking my head.
“Hello, little girl.”
“You know…” She bit down on her bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever done this.”
“Done what?”
“Get the chance to sit on Santa’s lap.” She blushed, and I bounced her again, loving the sounds of joy she made as she held on tighter. “I mean when I was younger.”
“Ever?” I asked. She shook her head.
“My parents had talked about taking me, but that year…” Her voice drifted off to nothing, and I knew that was when her parents had split up. “Mom was always busy after that. Working and stuff… It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Well… there is a first time for everything.” I grinned. “You got your picture with Santa. How about you tell him if you’ve been a good girl or a naughty one?” It sounded slightly cheesy in my ears, and I completely expected her to push me away.
But there was something about the glassy way she stared back at me that had me holding her closer.
Tighter. The hitch in her breathing as I stroked her back with the pads of my fingers.
She trembled, and I didn’t miss the way her skin filled with goose bumps even though there hadn’t been any kind of temperature change.
She liked this.
She wanted this.
Wanted me.
“Hmm,” she sassily pretended to think. “I’ve been…” She tapped her bottom lip with the pad of her finger, making me ache for another taste of her. But then again, I doubted that ache would ever be sated. Our eyes locked. “Good?”
“Is that a question or fact, little girl?”
“Mostly good?”
“Do you think a good girl would put glitter in my paint?” She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her say another word. “Four times.” To this, she giggled, and fuck me, I would let her do it another four times just to get the honor of hearing that magnificent sound.
“But was I right about the paint?” she asked, bravely, and I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“You were.”
“See… sometimes, you have to do naughty things to get the right result.”
“Hmm, you might be right, my sweet snowflake,” I murmured, leaning closer.
Fucking hell, Candace smelled so fucking good. Like sweetness and mine. All damn mine. I’d figure out a way to keep her, anything to never spend another day without her.
“And what would such a beautiful, naughty girl like you want for Christmas this year?” Fucking shit, the words sounded like they were coming from the worst porno ever, but she didn’t seem fazed in the least. If anything, she was turned on with the way she squirmed and rubbed her round ass against the hard ridge of my cock.
Turned out the sexy, curvy elf on my lap seemed to like dirty talk.
And I was a very lucky Santa.
“This year?” Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “I think,“ she worded slowly, “all I want for Christmas is you,” she whispered, sitting up straighter and lifting her head just enough so our mouths could touch.
One moment, it was the sweetest hottest kiss of my life, and the next, it was an inferno of passion.
Wet kisses, teeth scraped as hungry sounds echoed against the walls of the brewery.
I picked her up and had her straddle my lap.
Both her thighs over my own, she looked like a goddamn goddess on me. My goddess.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, kissing me again, then somehow managed to stop and move her beautiful plump lips to the edge of my own.
“This mean you’re going to give me a chance, baby?” I held her head still. Our eyes locked, and she swallowed. “I promise. I just need one chance.”
“One chance,” she answered confidently. My heartrate picked up. “No more misunderstandings, Onyx. No more thinking someone better for me is out there. If you want me, prove it. And no more not talking to me out of nowhere. I get it if we have a fight, but—“ She didn’t need to say another word.
My mouth locked on hers again.
One of my hands moved to hold the back of her head, keeping her in place as the other made quick work of tugging her cardigan off one shoulder and then letting it fall on the ground below us. Touching her smooth skin made me want to rip every piece of clothing right off us.
Her sexy hips ground against my length, making me groan. Her lips parted, and my tongue plundered her mouth. She tasted so damn good. I knew if I didn’t start to pump the breaks on this, my sweet little elf was going to make me lose control, and I wasn’t sure she was ready for all of me just yet.
“Onyx.”
“That’s Santa to you, baby girl,” I muttered, embracing the little role play that seemed to be doing it for her.
My hands moved and cupped her full breasts.
The weight of them felt like utter perfection as I gently squeezed and watched her face morph with pleasure.
Her breathing turned shallow, and her head fell back with her eyes fluttering shut.
That’s when I realized something that would have the power to snap my control in two.
“Did my naughty sweetness wear her hair down just for me?” The way her face flushed further, almost touching the tips of her ears, was enough of an answer for me. My hands dropped her luscious tits before they slid up to play in her hair.
“Santa,” her voice whined, and I felt like a feral animal about to pounce.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please,” she whined so damn beautifully she made me leak all over again.
“Please what, Candy? What do you want, naughty girl?”
“More,” she whined. I kissed her, hard and punishing, but my woman didn’t take any kind of heed from the silent warning. If anything, she liked it by the way she ground and gasped against me. The heat and wetness between her thighs penetrated the thin velvet Santa pants.
“I need more. I need you. Please, fuck me.”
“Fuck you, huh?” I growled, pulling back. I lifted her up, and my sexy elf wrapped her legs around my waist. “Dirty little elf wants to get fucked here? Where anyone could stop by Candy trembled with want in my arms.
Turned out my snowflake might have a little bit of an exhibitionist side to her.
That was something we were definitely going to talk about.
For now, I would let her believe anyone could walk in when I knew very well that each and every door and fucking window in this place was locked.
There was no way I would ever dare anyone interrupt this date, much less see or hear her.
Not that I had planned on getting this fucking lucky.
Carefully, I set her down on the little picnic area I’d set up for her all without ever taking my mouth from hers. When she pulled away and noticed I wasn’t about to lie right on top of her, she pouted adorably up at me.