Micah
I didn’t get to fuck Santa Claus.
It took her a few minutes to process where she was when her eyes blinked open. The bright light confused her, followed by the warm body pressed against her. Inhaling deeply, she got a whiff of mint and a small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered where she was—Fletcher’s bed. Everything about the night before had been pretty incredible, from meeting Fletcher Claus to the fruit roll-up blow job and the sensation play that followed.
She had to admit that she had never imagined she would get to enjoy something like that with him. Sex had become such a vague idea in her mind, so to have it with the man she loved was a big deal. God, she’d admitted to loving him the night before too. pressed her lips together to stop from squealing like a little girl, because not only had she told him how she felt, he had reciprocated the feelings and they’d had the best night together.
Even though watching Fletcher sleep was at the top of her list of things to do, her bladder protested enough to drag her out of bed. Extracting herself from his arms slowly, so as not to wake him up, walked to the bathroom completely naked. She’d made this trip a few times already and in that exact state of dress, which made her giggle softly. Once she’d emptied her bladder and washed her face, she tugged on her underwear and pulled on the flannel shirt hanging behind the bathroom door. He was still fast asleep and the sounds of his soft snoring infiltrated the room.
Downstairs, she fiddled around with his coffee machine and got a pot started. They’d cleaned up after dinner and the sticky blow job, so his kitchen was spotless. But being there brought everything back into focus. She remembered the way he looked when she told him that she loved him—the shock and adoration in his eyes, the confusion and frustration that she beat him to the punch. She recalled the way it felt to suck his cock into her mouth while it was covered in strawberry flavor and his fingers were tangled in her short curls.
While the coffee brewed, she found his Santa coat hanging by the door. Smiling to herself, she swapped the shirt for the coat, smoothing it down so it covered her breasts, but left most of her body exposed. poured out the coffee, making it her way and hoping Fletcher would like it, then returned to the bedroom and found him awake. He was sitting up in bed, sheets pooled around his waist, hair in a topknot.
Even their first time together, she had noticed that he wasn’t muscular and bulky like most men she met. Some would even say he had a ‘dad bod’, which was honestly really sexy. More than anything, he seemed so comfortable in his skin that all those other things didn’t really matter. Besides, there was so much else about Fletcher that was hot . From the silver in his beard and hair, the way he looked in his glasses, the tattoos on his bare chest that called for her to explore them some more.
But it was his expression that had her attention right then.
“Fucking hell, Mick.”
“Nice, right?” If her hands were free, she would have flipped the coat back, exposing as much of herself as she could, while setting one hand on her hip. Alas, coffee.
“You told me about your slightly concerning fantasy about my sticks last night, but I never told you mine.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and gruff in the sexiest way. “You in my clothes. I dreamed about it countless times and I could never have imagined how fucking good it would be when I got to see it for real.”
“ Technically , these aren’t your clothes. I did start this morning in your flannel, though. So I think it’s a fantasy we can totally make come true. A lot .”
“Oh, I intend to make it happen every chance I get,” he said, eyes following her as she came around the side of the bed and held a mug out to him.
She climbed into bed and made herself comfortable, blowing on the hot coffee as his hand landed on her thigh, pushing the coat aside.
“I think I might like you in my Santa coat more than my flannel,” he whispered and she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. His fingers drew abstract patterns over her skin, goosebumps following in its wake.
Humming softly, she said, “So, last night was fun.”
“I have my work cut out for me if you think it was fun .”
She laughed and nudged him gently. “I didn’t get to fuck Santa Claus.”
“Maybe I’ll get to fuck her instead,” he whispered into ’s ear.
“Yes,” she moaned, eyes rolling back in her head, her thighs parting to allow him further exploration.
“Did you really have fun, Mick?”
“Could you not tell from the moaning and the triple orgasm last night?”
He chuckled, the sound making her lips curve into a smile. “Good. I’ve read about how ice cubes heighten the whole thing, did it?”
Humming in acknowledgement, she clenched her thighs together, trapping his fingers between her soft flesh, as she took another sip of her coffee. The ice cube had been an interesting change from the drumsticks and the caramel poured onto her body. The sudden shock of cold had brought every inch of her alive and then when he used it on her clit and her pussy, everything else faded to exist.
“Shame we didn’t get to use the vibrator, though,” she whispered, not trusting herself to speak louder. “Maybe I can use it on you next time.”
“Vibrators, fruit roll-ups and ice cubes.”
“Sadly I don’t have any appendages that you can wrap a fruit roll-up around.”
He laughed loudly, shifting beside her and then she felt his lips against her forehead. “You already taste pretty fucking good, Mick, I don’t need a roll-up when I’m eating you out.”
She licked her lips, core pulsing because now she was imagining the brush of his beard against the inside of her thighs again. Right where his fingers were. The way his tongue lapped at her as she rode his face. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let herself go that way during sex. Maybe when they first met.
“What do you remember of our first time together?” she asked, glancing at Fletcher with a smile.
“Everything. Why?”
“Do you remember us trying to have shower sex and failing because you couldn’t hold me up?”
He nodded, the corner of his mouth curved up in a smile. “Less about being unable to hold you up and more about being so nervous that I would drop you because I’d never done that before.”
“I guess groupies weren’t looking for shower sex if they could ride you into the sunrise after a show.”
“Even after all this time, it’s amusing that you’re jealous of people I never indulged in.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You never hooked up with a groupie?”
“Maybe in the beginning, but they got boring pretty fast. And when I was ready to hook-up with random strangers again, there was this curly haired stunner in the crowd who completely stole my attention.”
“Damn her for taking away your chance to experience magic with groupies.” smiled into her coffee when he snorted.
“You know what I remember from that night? The four times you rode me.”
“Was it four?”
He nodded. “Almost five, but you started yawning as you climbed into my lap and I could tell that you needed to sleep.”
“You were so not the rockstar I thought you would be. Gentle and shy and nervous.”
Maybe she’d watched too many movies about rockstars— Sid & Nancy, Rock Star and Almost Famous mostly—that she was convinced all musicians were sex gods who had alcohol running through their veins. She also liked to believe that everyone had the best hair too. Fletcher and his bandmates had erased that notion when she started following them around on tour. But still, she didn’t expect him to be awkward. He hadn’t tossed her around or manhandled her. In fact, he had been so fucking soft that night. Even the night before, he’d asked questions, he made sure she was okay and he touched her reverently. Like he was afraid he’d hurt her.
“I didn’t want to come off as this horny asshole who only wanted you for sex.”
She arched an eyebrow and he mirrored the expression. “What did you want me for?”
“At first, I wanted to have more long conversations with you. Then, I only wanted you. I was going to ask you to stay the next morning.”
“Then I left before you woke up,” she whispered and he nodded.
“You fell asleep in my arms, tucked against me, and all I could think about was how good it would feel to have you in my bed every day for the rest of my life.”
“Fletch…”
He smiled, shaking his head as he finished his coffee and set his cup down. “You were the first person I had met who didn’t treat me like a rockstar. You talked to me about music without giving a shit about my opinion, you challenged me at every turn and you made sure that I was aware that I had terrible taste in music.”
“I said questionable. ”
Laughing, he took her cup away and set it aside. whined at the loss of caffeine, but didn’t protest when he tugged her into his lap. The Santa coat spread out around them, keeping only her breasts covered.
“People, mostly women, I meet are always ready to agree with me on everything. They think that by supporting my suggestions and favorites, they’re doing the right thing. You didn’t give a shit about any of that. You tortured me about my list of the best female rockstars and believe it or not, I actually agreed with your list.”
“I mean, we agreed on Stevie Nicks being the best, with Karen Carpenter and Bonnie Raitt a close second,” reminded him. “I know we couldn’t agree on Grace Slick and Ann Wilson. What about Joan Jett?”
“Nope. We’re not discussing anymore rockstars, unless we’re talking about me and this dick that’s hard as fuck for you.”
Her eyes widened and she smirked. “Someone woke up on the horny side of bed this morning.”
Fletcher rolled his eyes, but was already running his hands up her stomach and under the coat to cup her breasts. “I can’t decide if I want to fuck you in this or not.”
“Only if you have a spare. Because we don’t want to get bodily fluids on this,” she told him as they worked together to slide the coat off her shoulders, leaving in her underwear.
He tossed the coat aside and used those few seconds to scoot backwards. He frowned as he glanced from his empty lap to where she was toying with the waistband of her underwear.
“Why are you so far away?”
“Middle of the bed, rockstar,” she told him. Leaning back on her hands pushed her underwear off and spread her legs, giving him an undisturbed view of her pussy. “Grab the vibrator too.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he shifted on the bed, pushing the covers out of the way. He tossed her the vibrator from the nightstand and then slid out of his boxers, his very erect cock springing to attention. She whistled and Fletcher grunted, his cock twitching as he moved towards her. While messing with the vibrator, finding the setting that worked for her, she instructed Fletcher on where to sit, where his legs needed to go.
With his legs bent at the knee on either side of her, slid her legs over his thighs so that she was half straddling him, even though both their asses were firmly on the bed. His eyes were firmly fixed on the spot between her thighs and that allowed to admire him for a long moment.
“Should have asked you this before,” he murmured and dropped a hand to stroke one finger through her pussy, “do we need condoms?”
“Definitely before I put your dick in my mouth. But I got tested a few weeks ago and everything came back all clear.”
Because of Emery, went through full check-ups twice a year to make sure that she was going to be okay. Everything from checking for STIs and breast cancer, she spent tons of her hard earned money making sure that she was healthy. No part of her imagined that she would be sleeping with the man of her dreams that year. That was the kind of stuff that was saved for Christmas hopes and wishes.
“Me too.” He nodded, but his focus was fixed entirely on where their bodies were touching and rubbing. His eyes were dark as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips. “Do we need lube?”
Pushing herself to sit up a little more, she held the vibrator up and arched an eyebrow at Fletcher. “Not yet. You up for an adventure?”
His eyes widened and then he looked between them before nodding slowly. She turned it on the lowest setting and carefully ran the vibrator along Fletcher’s length. He grunted, hands fisting in the sheets, which only spurred her on more. She kept the vibration at low and moved it around his tip, her body quivering in anticipation of how good it would feel to have him inside her again. Fletcher groaned, his cock jumping at every gentle touch.
Her core clenched and she bit down on her bottom lip as she slid a hand between her thighs. Dipping a finger into her pussy, her eyes shuttered for a moment as she slid the digit deeper. Forcing her eyes open when she heard a strangled sound come out of Fletcher, she slid the vibrator down and around the base of his cock. His hips jerked and he moaned loudly, head falling back. She added a second finger and pumped them both deep inside her. When her body started to shake, she pulled her fingers out and dropped the vibrator at the same time, drawing Fletcher’s hooded eyes to hers.
“Look at me, Fletch,” she whimpered, running her wet fingers along the length of him.
“You’re dripping, Mick.”
“This is what you do to me. Every single time.”
Both of them sat there, legs entwined and panting as they stared at each other. The vibrator lay between them, still buzzing softly. When he’d caught his breath, he repeated, “Lube?”
nodded and licked her lips to steady herself as he grabbed a bottle from his nightstand. Even though she was wet and primed for him, it had been a while since had a human dick inside her. Her vibrator and the dildo were great sizes, but it was what her body was used to. Fletcher’s dick? Bigger than her toys and definitely bigger than the last man she’d been with. Taking the bottle from him, she squirted a good amount into her hands and then tossed it aside. He watched her the whole time as she rubbed her hands together and then dragged them along his dick one at a time. She could hear him grinding his teeth as her hands circled his base and his head, thumb swiping over the bead of precum on his tip. Fletcher’s head fell forward, chin resting on his chest as she stroked him from base to tip again and when he growled out her name, she knew he would take matters into his own hands if she didn’t work faster.
“Fletch, look at me,” she whispered, hand around his base as she lined him up with her pussy. His dark gaze met hers and she smiled at how his jaw flexed as she guided him into her. That first night they shared had been slightly messy and there was some fumbling. This was different. They were both in much better control of themselves and each other.
Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed her hips forward, taking Fletcher deeper. Her toes curled against the sheets and she gasped as his hips snapped against hers, filling her up completely.
“Oh, fuck .”
“Jesus, Mick, you’re perfect.”
Her head lolled backwards, breathing a little unsteady as his dick twitched inside her. Her memories and imagination didn’t do justice to how fucking good he felt inside her. Their eyes met and she bit her lip at the look Fletcher was shooting at her—love, adoration, desire, passion and a desperate need to possess her. With every shift of her hips forward, he did the same and before she knew it, they were moving together, his cock sliding through her wet and hungry pussy. When he shifted forward, hands sliding down her thighs, the angle of his thrusts changed and her head spun at how good even that felt.
Fletcher’s lips landed on her jaw and she tilted her head away from him, giving him access to her neck as their hips rolled together desperately. His hands continued to wander along her legs, down to her hips as she met him thrust for thrust. It was the slowest kind of sex she’d ever had and shockingly enough, was enjoying it.
Turning her head slightly, she caught his mouth with hers in a kiss that she felt all the way to her throbbing clit. His tongue swept between her parted lips and she moaned, clenching around him as he pushed as deep into her as he could go. A soft gasp escaped her through the kiss when his hand landed on the bundle of nerves, a finger teasing it slowly and seductively as their kiss deepened. When her walls fluttered around him, leaned forward and gripped his biceps, on the edge of her orgasm. With one more gentle snap of his hips and a not so gentle pinch of her clit, detonated with a loud shout of his name. The orgasm rocked through her, shivers wracking her body as she rode out her orgasm. Her grip on him loosened and she collapsed backwards, breathing heavily.
“Mick?” His voice broke through her orgasm haze and hummed with a smile. He chuckled and his hands spread over her thighs and stomach. “You good?”
“Define good.” She carefully propped herself up on her elbows and found him watching her with a smile. “Are you?”
“Almost.”
frowned and sat up fully, that’s when she noticed Fletcher’s dick was still hard and inside her. “Oh my god, you didn’t come.”
“Which is not the end of the world, but I would really like to come.”
“How do you want me?”
“Just the way you are,” he said softly and rolled her eyes. He laughed and ran a hand up her stomach to tweak a nipple. “Lie back, please.”
She lay back down and he pulled out of her, making both of them moan. She was so satisfied and and her muscles were loose that when he moved her around, slipping pillows under her hips, didn’t protest or question it. When he moved over her, she grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met as he settled between her thighs, his cock pressing against her slick entrance. She whimpered into the kiss, arching her back slightly to press against him some more. His hands steadied her hips and playfully protested at not being able to move more.
She kissed him hungrily, one leg lifting to wrap around his waist. One minute she felt Fletcher’s fingers sliding through her slit, spreading her open and the next his cock was pushing into her. An unidentifiable sound escaped her mouth as she broke the kiss and her head tilted back. He thrust into her fully, burying himself inside her and she wrapped her other leg around his waist.
“Eyes on me, love bug,” Fletcher whispered as his hands landed on either side of her head. She blinked them open and found him smiling down at her. His hips moved steadily, first in slow rolls and then back and forth. ’s legs tightened around him and despite every urge to close her eyes, she focused on his face as he rocked against her. When his hips rolled in slow figure eights, ’s pussy fluttered and she fought against everything to come again. He rocked harder, hips moving in a slow thrusting motion as her hands wandered over his chest and up to his shoulders, back around his neck again.
When she thrust her hips up against his, she felt his cock pulse inside her. With a few more thrusts, he was coming, spilling into her as she clenched around him. His head dropped into the crook of her neck and held onto him as they rode out their orgasms, bodies completely spent and wrung out from hours of sexual magic.