A moment of panic hits me, thinking she has changed her mind, but it soon falls away as she pulls at the waistband of my Santa pants and frees my desperate cock. She lightly scrapes the length of me with a pretty red nail and little Jake jumps in excitement. I’m not sure that the sound that comes out of me is entirely human when she wraps her fist around the base and gives me a firm, slow pull.
“I just want to feel you properly before you suit up,” she murmurs, her eyes fixated on the swollen head of my dick.
“You better stop, little elf, or I’m not going to last.” My voice is strained, and I can only look to the ceiling because the sight of her jerking me off is too much. I’m relieved when her hand leaves me but then a groan is ripped from my throat as wet heat surrounds my flesh. Looking down, I watch as Nel’s light brown, wavy hair bobs up and down my length. Like she couldn’t be any more perfect. Her fist twists at my base while her mouth focusses on the crown and most of my length, sucking and humming, igniting flames on my skin. “Nel, you gotta stop, baby.”
She lets go with a pop and looks up at me through thick lashes as she licks her lips. It’s a little tricky getting the condom on with trembling fingers but my anticipation seems to be getting the better of me. Once I’m fully sheathed, I take those juicy lips with mine and lean over, forcing Nel to her back.
“You know,” she mumbles against me. “It takes a little work to get these knickers off with the suspenders and everything.”
“Who says you’re taking them off?”
She raises that sexy brow at me again. “I told you, you can’t destroy this set, Partridge.”
I smile at her and it seems to do something to her as she bites her lip and squirms beneath me. “I won’t. Trust me, little elf, this pretty thing will get further use yet.”
When I slip my fingers in the hem of her red panties at her crotch and tug them to one side, she gasps. Whether it’s from shock or concern for the state of her underwear, I can’t quite say but I swallow the sound with my mouth on hers. My fingers glide along her slit with ease, lubricated by her earlier orgasm. When I’m satisfied she’s wet enough for me, I position my cock at her entrance.
“You good, little elf?”
She nods and I push inside. “Oh, Jesus,” she gasps.
“He’s not here right now, just me, baby.” I take myself as far as I can go, until my hips are flush to hers, then look down to see where we’re joined. An expanse of red lace and satin, one leg clad in red and white stockings is hooked over my hip, my Santa pants are still halfway down my arse, and I realise in this moment that I still have my black boots on. But I’m not stopping for anything.
I start moving slowly and deliberately, bringing myself out of her welcoming heat to the tip before plunging back in. My weight rests on one elbow, the hand of which cradles to top of her head, protecting her from hitting the headboard, the other hand can’t stop exploring her body. Her thick thighs flex in my hand as she rolls her hips against me, her soft belly feels amazing against my palm, her breast—too big to be contained in one of my hands—squeezes beautifully and the sounds she makes have my hips picking up pace.
“You’re so beautiful.” I can’t help the praise falling from my lips onto hers. “You feel like heaven. You take my cock like a fucking dream, Nel.”
“Jake,” she gasps, locking her heels at the small of my back, the shift in position has me sinking deeper and we both groan into each other. “Jake, I’m close. Keep going, please,” she sobs.
“Won’t stop, can’t stop,” I chant. Sweat is pouring down my back and the different textures of her lingerie chafe deliciously against my bare skin. The hem of her panties that I pulled to one side, tickles along my length with each thrust and before I know it, I’m on the precipice. “I need you to come, baby.”
“I’m close,” she cries.
Every muscle in my body is tense with trying to hold off my own release. “Tell me what you need,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
She seems to hesitate slightly, like she’s afraid to ask for what she wants. Her kissed bruised lips roll inward, and her chocolate brown eyes widen.
“Baby, please,” I beg her.
“Suck my nipple,” she whispers.
Fuck yes. I can do that. I lower my mouth and take the hardened bud lightly between my teeth, sliding my tongue over the tip before taking as much of her breast in my mouth as possible. She groans a guttural, pleasured sound that pushes me over the edge. Nel’s walls close around me like a fist as she comes and I slam inside her once more, pulling off her breast, before stilling inside her, letting myself fill the condom. I’m panting like I just ran a marathon and my body is tingling with sweat, my head suddenly feels too heavy so it dips forward and Nel giggles. I look up to see that the ridiculous white pom-pom from my hat that I kept on—as requested—is lying on her cheek. I move my head so it glides over her face, and she laughs. The action has her clenching around my sensitive cock and I groan. Slipping out of her, I roll to my back next to her and stare up at the ceiling.
“You look ridiculous, definitely a sloppy Chris Cringle,” she giggles. I look down at the red trousers halfway down my thighs, my boots still on, my chest bare, and the red hat still on my head. I turn to her and see a Christmas Angel. Her wavy hair is a halo around her head on the pillow, sex mussed and shining. She’s still in that cherry red lingerie but one breast exposed, her nipple dark from my abuse and teeth marks indented in the soft flesh. Her underwear is still askew, a peek of dark brown curls poking through. Next time, I’m going to bury my face in those curls. I feel like I’m on top of the world. Turns out, fucking my best friend’s little sister was the Christmas present I didn’t know I wanted.
“And you look perfect, little elf.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Facial hair and hanging fruit don’t really do it for me.”
NEL
Iwake up wrapped in Jake Partridge. And not for the first time this week. But today is different because today I wake up wrapped in Jake Partridge after he boned my brains out last night. Me, Nel Forrest. The quiet fat kid who used to stay behind after school to secretly watch his rugby practices from the art room window. When we’d finally caught our breath last night, he de-Santa-fied completely and I changed out of what will now forever be my favourite lingerie set—in the privacy of the bathroom because, hello, we’re not at the letting-him-see-me-completely-naked stage yet—to get into bed, and each other’s arms. Despite never wanting to share my bed with anyone, I have spent the entire night snuggled into Jake’s warmth.
Now, my back is pressed firmly against his chest and his dick is rock hard against my arse. There’s a niggling terror in the back of my mind that says he is going to wake up to regret last night. That the rush of lust was due to being drunk on peppermint hot chocolate and he’ll think it better to never mention it again.Damn, I really need to pee.I give a testing wiggle to see how strong his hold is, and his arms clamp tighter around me, his hips grinding into me as he buries his face further into my hair. A shower of relief tamps down the flames of worry that were licking at my sub-conscious. He can’t be too regretful if he is trying to get closer to me. Any closer and he’d be inside me again, but that isnothappening until I pee.
“If you don’t stop wriggling about, little Jake is going to bust a nut,” he mumbles against my scalp.
