“Oh yeah, I’m really going to make you say it. For two reasons.”
“Which are?” I move without thinking, my fingertips trailing up his sides, feeling his hot skin tremble beneath my touch.
“One, because I want to be completely clear on what you want; I would hate to misinterpret things.”
“Hmm,” I hum into his touch as he slides his hand from my jaw into my hair at the nape of my neck.
“And two, because I want to hear those words from your sweet lips.”
I can’t bring myself to say what I really want, so for now I settle on, “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t seem to mind the PG-13 request; he leans down to close the last two inches between us. And just like that, I’m kissing Jake Freakin’ Partridge.Again. In a mid-range hotel on Pear Street. His lips are deceptively soft as he brushes them over mine, his hand at my waist tightening, pulling me further into his embrace. The hand in my hair holds me in place so he can kiss me how he wants. I’m suddenly desperate for him to deepen the kiss, to touch me everywhere, and take this as far as it can go. But when I arch into him and try to take more, he holds me steady and smiles against my mouth.
“Tell me what you need, little elf.” His lips are still on mine, so I can feel them move with each word and taste the peppermint candy cane on his breath.
My skin is crawling with need by this point, there’s a throbbing between my legs and I feel empty. Fuck it. We’re doing this. “I need you, Jake. I need you to touch me. I need your mouth, your hands, and most importantly I need your cock, and I need it now.”
He blinks at me for a moment and for half a second, I worry that I have vastly misread the situation but then he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, still holding me close to his body. “That is so fucking hot.”
“I also need to come. You up for the challenge, Santa?” I raise a brow at him, daring him to accept.
He rumbles from his chest and attacks my mouth with his again. This time it’s not gentle, teasing strokes. He ravages me with firm lips and a plundering tongue. I whimper into his kiss, running my hands up his sides to his shoulder blades, feeling the strong muscles of his back flex and move as his hands roam over my body. For the first time ever, I don’t feel self-conscious. Maybe it’s the way Jake is so firm and sure with his touch, not hesitant or curious. He touches me like he already knows what he will find and already loves it, like he’s too eager to feel every inch of me. It’s a heady feeling to be craved, and I am here for it.
I slide his jacket from his shoulders, down his arms and break away from Jake’s lips to look down at him. He’s so…big. Every inch is packed with muscle, his pecs are firm under my touch, his light tan even across his skin. His abdomen tight with a clearly defined six-pack and sharp vee at his hips, pointing to what I really want under his red felt trousers. Jake’s delicious muscles tremble as I rake my festive nails over his stomach and hook my finger in his waistband. My voice comes out as a whisper when I finally give him what he wants. “Fuck me, Jake.”
He wastes no time. Crashing his lips to mine, he holds my face in both of his rough hands. Dipping my fingers under the waist of his pants, I don’t go where he probably wants me, choosing instead to reach round to squeeze his peachy butt, digging my nails into his flesh and pulling him close to me.
“Please, Nel,” he begs against my lips, the plea sounding almost pained.
“Please what?” I breathe, genuinely not knowing what he needs because my brain has turned to cotton candy.
“Let me see.” When I pull away and just frown at him, not understanding, because—like I said—there is nothing but sweet fluff inside my skull, he clarifies, “Take off your dress, let me see what’s underneath.”
Oooooh. Yeah, forgot about that for a second. So here’s the thing, I can wear the hell out of a lingerie set, I know I can. I have practiced the art of modelling sets like this a lot and I know my photos look great. But it’s been a while since I’ve actually been in front of someone in the flesh wearing so little. So, I’m a little hesitant when I take the hem of my dress in hand, gripping my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Nel,please. I’m dying here.” I believe him, his expression begging, starved puppy-dog eyes and all. His pure desperation is an aphrodisiac, sending confidence through my nerves and making me feel sexy.
I pull the dress up and over my head, knocking my little green hat to the floor in the process. Jake’s eyelids droop slightly like the sight of me is drugging, and every inch of me that he takes in gets him higher. The set I’m wearing is beautiful. The candy cane stockings are held up by suspenders attached to a cherry red satin belt that sits on my waist and is shaped with short rods of boning. The knickers are alternating panels of lace and silk in a boy-short style. The bra has plunging satin cups trimmed in lace, and a lace body that extends a couple of inches below my breasts so there is only an inch of skin on show between it and the belt. The bra fastens at the front with a row of hooks and eyes running between my breasts.
“Oh, holy night,” Jake whispers and I chuckle as heat floods my cheeks. He sits on the end of the bed and just stares at me. I can see his jaw is tight even under his short beard, his Adam’s apple dips on a hard swallow. “You are perfect.”
I don’t know how to respond to that. No one has ever told me I was perfect before Jake, and he’s told me twice today. “It’s the lingerie, it could make anyone look good.”
For the first time since my dress came off, he looks me in the eye, his face serious as he shakes his head in disagreement. When his hand reaches out to touch me, I pull back slightly.
“Don’t damage it,” I warn, one finger held up in caution. “I still have to take photos to post or I have to pay the two hundred quid for it.”
He smirks, the pompom from his Santa hat sitting at the edge of his smile. “Why would I ruin something so beautiful, little elf?” Grabbing my waist, he yanks me forward, tearing a gasp from me. When I’m stood between his spread legs, he runs light fingers up the back of my thighs, tracing the edge of my stockings. His head dips forward, running his nose between my breasts and I place my palms on his bare shoulders, trying to slow my racing heart with slow and steady breaths.
“Mmmm,” he rumbles. “You smell so good.”
“And you taste of mint chocolate,” I smirk down on him.
“We all have our flaws,” he smiles against my breast before closing his mouth over my nipple through the soft satin. My head falls back on a moan as the wet heat seeps through the fabric and his tongue probes around the pebbled flesh. Sliding my hand to the back of his head, I hold him there as my pulse throbs between my legs, causing me to squirm.
“Jake,” I pant. He pops off my breast and observes the dark, wet patch he left behind. His hands come to my hips and one finger trails below the line of the suspender-belt, where my stomach overhangs. I can feel myself tense, not liking how intimately he’s getting to know my fupa. I wonder briefly if he’s ever been with someone bigger, then push the thought away as it ignites some very unpleasant emotions that should not be at the forefront right now.
“What just happened?” I look down to see Jake looking at me with furrowed brows and concern in his eyes.
