Chapter 7
HOLLY
Thank fuck the snow has finally stopped.
The past hour of lingering, fiery glances and stolen, electrifying touches nearly had me dragging Felix to a supply closet a number of times. My restraint persevered, though.
Now, we’re both practically jumping out of my car the moment it’s parked in my driveway. I lead him up the few front steps, trying not to scramble to get my keys out of my purse.
As soon as the lock to the front door clicks, I whirl around, wrapping one arm around the back of Felix’s neck and pulling him down.
His lips crash into mine, a long overdue sensation. While his lips are soft, the kiss is rough.
Demanding.
Borderline needy.
That split tongue of his slips into my mouth, instantly dominating mine. There isn’t even a battle, though in this case, I wouldn’t want to win it.
With my free hand, I turn the doorknob, and we stumble inside my front hall. His hands grip my waist, and we turn, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
Once the door is closed, I’m suddenly lifted from the ground. It was so effortless on his part, I almost want to ask him to do it again.
I wrap my legs around him, a fire igniting every inch of my skin as it touches his.
He breaks the kiss, pulling my bottom lip gently between his teeth before releasing, asking breathlessly, “Which way?”
“Upstairs…” The word is muffled as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck again, pressing my lips to his again.
We ascend the stairs quickly, not a single falter in his steps. The only room with an open door is mine, so hopefully he can figure that out.
He does, laying me onto my bed. His lips leave mine, his kisses trailing to my jaw, then my neck.
Instinctively, my hands travel upward to wrap into his hair—only his hair isn’t hair. It’s a bunch of snakes. I had briefly forgotten that detail.
They slither around my fingers, but rather than being irritated by my intrusion, they seem drawn to my touch. I oddly enjoy the sensation of their cool, scaley texture, gripping them gently.
Felix pulls off of my neck, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. My fingers fall from his snakes, and they let out tiny hisses—hopefully to him, not me.
“You are so gorgeous,” he says breathlessly, shaking his head at me.
I roll my eyes, but my cheeks flame. He pushes off of the bed, standing at the edge. Slowly, he removes his opened jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
Maybe it’s finally time for my private dance.
I sprawl out on the bed, letting my eyes graze over him slowly. He is shredded, with arms bigger than Hercules and abs that go on for days.
The best part might just be the deep V that leads to his unfortunate red pants—or maybe because he’s all that man, but with such a cute face.
He slides the suspenders off of his massive shoulders, letting them hang slack at his sides. Holy, he is just so hot.
Propping myself up, I pull off my blazer and blouse, tossing them away. He reaches out, undoing my zipper and pulling my pants off my legs smoothly.
Wait, he got my panties at the same time? I love an efficient man.
“They call me the stocking…” Felix unzips the pants of his godforsaken Santa suit. “…Because I’m hung.”
Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. He may be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, but if he doesn’t stop with these Christmas puns, I’m going to dry up like the desert.
“Enough of that,” I warn, shaking my head. “Just get over here.”
His hands grip his waistband, but he doesn’t remove his pants. Instead, he raises a finger, wagging it.
What is he—
Before I even finish my thought, his hands slip underneath my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. The excited eek I let out brings heat to my cheeks, and between my legs. No risk of a desert down there now.
I can’t remember the last time I was manhandled like this. Maybe I can ignore the Christmas puns and getup, just for one night of pleasure.
God knows I need some in this tainted time of year.
Before I can say anything, the air rushes out of me at the sudden pressure of his tongue against my clit. The two sides seem to move on their own, working together to pleasure me.
This is the first time I’ve ever had someone with a split tongue go down on me and God, is it ever different—in the best way possible.
A regular tongue could never do the things he’s doing to me right now.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as I writhe. I grip the sheets by my head, my lips parted as I fight for each breath.
Holy fuck.
He sucks, teases, and pounds that tongue into every sensitive part of me, as if he knows exactly what I want and where I want it.
It’s so good, I’d believe he really was a male escort on top of a stripper because no regular person possesses these skills.
My body starts to feel tingly, and my muscles tense up. I’m struggling to breathe, let alone think or form words.
“Felix…don’t stop,” I say between breaths. “And don’t say…a goddamn Christmas…pun.”
He says nothing, which is perfect—he just keeps devouring me.
It sends me right over the edge, my entire body lighting up like a string of Christmas lights.
A brief wave of self-disgust washes over me at the mere thought, but it’s overtaken by the power of my orgasm.
Everything goes silent for a minute, and I can feel him move away from me.
As I regain feeling in my body, my eyelids flutter open. I hadn’t even realized I closed them.
Felix stands at the edge of the bed again, licking his lips with a way too sexy smile plastered on his face. It’s almost smug as he slowly moves his hands up to his hips, gripping onto the already undone waistband.
All the little snakes on his head to be smiling too. And hissing, their tiny forked tongues darting out of their mouths as they stare at me.
“Are you a grinch? Because I’d like for you to take this package.” His words come out in a strangely sexy hiss as he drops his pants.
As much as I want to shout at him for his stupid Christmas joke, my words disappear before they even reach my tongue. My eyes go wide and jaw drops at the sight.
He has two dicks?
Two?
Two long cocks protrude from his chiseled body. It’s unexpected—and slightly terrifying. How am I going to fit both of those inside me?
So, he really wasn’t joking when he made that terrible Christmas joke—he is hung like a stocking.
Not only does he have snakes for hair, he may as well have snakes in his pants.
He lets out a low laugh, and I pry my eyes away from his manhoods. “Don’t worry, I’m not giving you both—at least, not tonight.”
I want to argue, to ask if he thinks I can’t handle it, but I bite my tongue. All I would be getting myself into is, well, taking two big dicks at the same time—and I’ve never done that before.
A one-night stand might not be the place for such an adventure.
“I’m on the pill—” I start to tell him, and that’s all he needs to hear.
In a blink, he’s above me, and I feel one of his dicks at my entrance. As he slowly enters me, his other one slides upward, rubbing against my throbbing clit.
Oh, my fuck.
With each thrust, he goes harder, faster, his hands gripping my hips. The bed rocks, and his other cock continues to light up the nerves in my clit.
“You feel so good, Holly,” he moans, his fingers digging into my skin.
Through the ripping pleasure, I somehow formulate a few words and say, “Just keep going.”
He angles himself, hitting me deeper, and his lips brush against my ear. “Tell me how much you like this.”
The words send tingles down my spine. Normally, I’m the boss. Right now, with him, he is.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I say breathlessly.
He pounds into me harder, and I feel ready to explode. “Say my name, Holly.”
“Felix,” I moan as I near the edge again.
What kind of gorgon magical dick is this?
His face hovers inches from mine now, those citrine eyes burning into me as his snakes let out light hisses. “Again.”
“Fuck, Felix…” My voice trails off as unbearable pleasure takes over, and I tighten around him.
It must be enough pressure to drag him over this cliff with me, and he pulls out of me suddenly. Both dicks rest on my abdomen, ungodly amounts of cum pooling there.
For some reason though, it really turns me on.
“Towels are over there.” I gesture with my head toward the dresser next to my ensuite.
He doesn’t hesitate to find, grab, and begin cleaning me with one. I’m taking a shower immediately anyway, but the gesture is sweet.
Part of me expected him to toss me the towel.
My legs are tender as I stand from the bed, making my way toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower…care to join me?”
Looking over my shoulder, I see him loosely holding the cum-soaked towel. His eyes travel over me, the look on his face like he’s just won the lottery.
“Unless you’re too tuckered out…” I taunt, taking another step toward the bathroom.
Towel balled in one hand, he strides toward me. “Definitely not too tired.”
With a smirk, I grab his hand, pulling him into the ensuite. “Then prove it.”
Warmth radiates from Felix as I lay snuggled in his massive arms. His fingers comb through my curls—as much as they can, at least.
His snakes are dormant, sleeping atop his head as we cuddle in my bed. I didn’t expect to be cuddling at the end of the night, but I’m quite content with it.
“Why do you hate Christmas?” Felix asks, and if I weren’t in such a blissful state, the question might frustrate me.
I probably won’t be seeing him again, so I’ll give him a partial answer. “Heartbreak on the holiday.”
“Recently?” His voice is soft as he presses for more detail.
Shaking my head only makes his fingers scratch my scalp in the perfect way, so I take a second before saying anything. “No. A few years ago.”
“Still holding the grudge?” He lets out a chuckle, but there’s a genuineness laced through each word. “Seriously, though…what happened?”
Why does he want to know so badly? And why do I feel so okay opening up to him?
It must be leftover bliss from all the orgasms he gave me.
“The holidays are just terrible. They’re supposed to be happy, but they are filled with greed and disappointment,” I say, but my words aren’t as harsh coming out as I intended. “I just don’t put the energy into things that don’t make me happy…and the holidays don’t.”
Thoughts of what happened fill my head, a headache beginning to form. This is not how I want the night to end.
Before he can say anything else, I ask, “Can we talk about something else? Like…your snakes?”
“What do you want to know?” he asks, his fingertips tracing along my thigh as he pulls my leg over him.
I nestle into him, letting the strange feeling of safety wash over me. “Do they hiss when they like something, or only when they don’t?”
“They hiss whenever they feel anything.” He laughs, making my head rise and fall on his chest. “They are part of me, so it’s not like they truly have a mind of their own. They just seem to know things, feel things, sometimes before even I do.”
This is slightly confusing. If they are still him, why are they asleep right now? Does that mean he’s tired?
Instead of trying to figure it out myself, I ask, “So, they’re asleep…are you feeling tired?”
“Are you not?” The shock is hardly hidden in his question.
Letting out a giggle, I tease, “Yes, but not as much as you, clearly. Your snakes give you away.”
“Damn these guys,” he jokes, cursing up at his snakes quickly. He gives me a squeeze, catching me off guard with what he says next. “You are pretty incredible, Holly.”
My cheeks warm, but thankfully, he can’t notice with my face resting on his chest. “Because I’m not tired?”
“No, it’s everything else about you,” he responds.
I want to scoff, but instead my heart just flutters in my chest. Like life has just been breathed back into it.
Shrugging, the only words I can find are, “You don’t even know me.”
“But I want to know you.” He holds me tight to him. “It’s one of my snake senses—knowing when someone is amazing on the inside.”
Does he really think that?
Does he really have an extra sense for something like that?
“Liar,” I say, giggling again. “There’s no way that’s one of your special snake abilities.” I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much. It feels kind of freeing.
His words are starting to blend together, his tiredness taking over. “Let me just wake them up and ask, how about that?”
“Now I know you’re lying—they can’t talk.” My laugh is much louder this time, heightened by Felix’s fingers tickling my side.
His snakes stir at my outburst, but they don’t wake up. I shush Felix, and he gives me a gentle squeeze. I wrap my arms around his waist, letting my eyes close.
“I think you’d be surprised if you gave the holidays another chance,” he quietly says through a yawn. “Maybe the magic of the holidays has returned, and you just have to open your eyes to it.”
“Maybe…” Shaking my head against him, all I can muster out is a simple, “Goodnight, Felix.”
“Goodnight, dollface.”