Three Nights Before Christmas: A Holiday Romance Collection Page 43

  “Christ. I knew your pussy would feel like this.” I tease her clit with the tip of my dick before dragging it back up through the lips of her pussy, coating my cockhead in her juices. “Hot and drenched, just begging to be filled with my cock, and so goddamn hard to resist. That’s why I never took my pants off. I knew as soon as I did, I wouldn’t last the night without getting deep into you. I don’t know how I’ll stop myself at just a little taste when we get upstairs.”

  “Now.” It’s a breathless demand. Her hips tilt up, and she lifts up onto her toes until the head of my cock is at her entrance again, as if she’s trying to lure me in. “Let’s go upstairs now.’

  “Not yet, baby. I don’t take you upstairs until you come for me.” But as incredible as it feels to tease her with my cock, she’s not going to come like this.

  I drop to my knees. Too hungry for finesse, I bury my face in her cunt, my left hand stroking my cock as her flavor explodes over my tongue. Christ, her pussy. It’s so fucking sweet. Almost as sweet as the sound of her ragged little cries and the way her thighs flex and shake as she rocks herself against my mouth. I’ve made her come with my tongue all week—and made myself come, too, fucking my hand or grinding against the bed while I feast from the delicious heaven of her cunt. Tonight, though, I’ve got to keep my head, and remember that she needs more. Because I haven’t given her much, deciding that the entrance to her pussy was off limits to everything but my mouth until our wedding night. I’ve drilled my tongue into her every day but haven’t let myself take more.

  I take it now, teasing that tight entrance with the pad of my thumb, feeling the delicate flesh quiver with every rough lick over her clit. Closing my lips around that swollen nub, I begin to suck at the same time that I gently push inside.

  Audrey goes utterly still, then abruptly melts against the car with a loud moan. “Caleb. Oh, Caleb. I like this,” she gasps. “I like this so much.”

  Her pleasure is rocket fuel splashed on the raging fire of my own need. With a harsh groan, I work her clit with my tongue and rub up inside her with my thumb. Fuck, she’s so snug. Her slick inner walls hold me in a tight grip, clinging as I thrust in and out. Convulsively the fingers of my left hand squeeze my shaft, but my fist will never feel as good around my cock as this hot little pussy is going to.

  Her erratic breaths and jerking hips tell me she’s getting close even before she does. And this is always my favorite part, when she begins chanting, “You’re making me come, Caleb, you’re making me come,” as if she thinks I don’t know unless she tells me, but it’s so fucking hot to hear it from her lips, to hear her go over the edge, to hear her say I’m making her do it. “Ah god…ah, you’re making me come, I’m going to—”

  The choked scream that follows joins the flood of her arousal over my tongue, the pulse of clenching flesh against my lips. All as familiar and as incredible as before. But inside her. Christ, inside her. Her pussy clamps down hard, inner muscles constricting and releasing while her body writhes in the throes of her climax. If I’d felt this before, there’d have been no goddamn chance of holding out until the wedding night. Because, fuck. Fuck. I need to feel that around my cock.

  Mindless lust claws through my gut as I lunge to my feet, my dick throbbing with the violent urge to be inside her, to make her pussy squeeze and suck every thick inch. I need that more than any goddamn thing.

  Except for one thing that matters more. Never hurting her.

  With the sweetness of her orgasm all over my lips and tongue, I forcibly rein in the animal lust. Just enough to stop myself from fucking her. But Christ help me, I will have the nearest thing to it.

  Overheated, I rip off my sweater and T-shirt and toss them aside before wrapping my arm around Audrey’s waist and hoisting her up against my chest. No longer braced on the floor, her legs fall closed and my bare cock wedges into the narrow channel between the V of her thighs and her pussy. All that hot flesh is still twitching from her orgasm, and the sensation jolts over my shaft like tiny electric shocks.

  “Fuck.” Teeth gritted, I turn us around and sit back against the fender. “Look at what making you come does to me, baby.”

  Facing this direction, there’s enough illumination coming from the workbench to see my swollen erection jutting up from the clasp of her thighs. Just a few inches and the fat head are visible, flushed a deep purplish-red and slicked with her juices and my pre-cum. Even as she looks, another drop forms at the tip, glistening in the dim light.

  Her fingers clench on my forearm. “I do that to you?”

  “Yeah, you do. Because my cock only wants one goddamn thing.”

  “To fuck my pussy raw?”

  Ah Christ. Hearing that from her sweet mouth is like another electric shock through my cock, but the breathless, hopeful way she says it is what nearly snaps my control again. Snarling, I lift her up until the tip of my dick disappears between her thighs before dropping her back onto my lap, giving my cock a hot ride through the folds of her pussy and over her clit. She cries out, gasping and squirming in my grip.

  Against her ear, I growl, “Fuck you raw? When did you start using such dirty talk?”

  “I got it from you,” she pants. “In my office the first day.”

  Yeah, that’s something I’d say. And I remember some vulgar shit coming out of my mouth in her office and thinking I shouldn’t be talking like that. But she remembers my exact words better than I do. “Have you been thinking about it ever since?”

  She nods, then gasps when when I lift her again, my cock slipping through those drenched folds, and her body quivers as my shaft glides over her clit. This time I hold her above me, fucking upward in a series of hard thrusts, my hips slapping against her bare ass. A soft cry of pleasure escapes her with every slap until, my chest heaving, I bring her back down.

  “I’m not fucking you raw tonight, baby,” I say harshly and the disappointed whine she makes is a burning chain pulling on my dick, drawing it up harder, tighter. “But I am going to screw this juicy slit hard and fast. Gotta take the edge off before we go upstairs or I’ll lose my head when I’m inside you. So kick off that skirt and put your heels up on the fender. I want a good view of your pussy when I start coming all over it.”

  What I’m asking of her is awkward as hell, straddling me in a reverse cowgirl with her knees splayed wide and her boot heels precariously braced on the edge of the car. She’s completely off balance, forced to lean forward with her back against my chest, so the only thing keeping her from face-planting on the concrete floor is my arm anchored around her waist. But Audrey doesn’t even hesitate, and the absolute trust she gives me swells my heart up three sizes bigger.

  And my cock, Christ—it’s about to burst. Barely holding on, I tell her through clenched teeth, “You reach down and keep my dick nice and snug against your pussy, baby. I want to pump through those beautiful cunt lips and rub up all over your hot little clit.”

  “That sounds so—” she begins breathlessly but the moment her fingers close over my cock, I can’t hold back any longer. With my right forearm locked around her middle and my left hand reaching beneath her sweater for a handful of her soft breast, I haul her straight up into the air before following with a rough jerk of my hips. My shaft tunnels between her sweet pussy and her slick grip, which tightens convulsively around me as I thrust again and again, each time harder and faster than the last. Her tit bounces in my hand, her taut nipple pinched between my fingers. Her ponytail swings like a pendulum before her head lolls back against my shoulder, where she turns her face until her mouth opens against my neck. The hot whisper of her breath is followed by the press of her lips and the swipe of her tongue. Then she’s sucking hard on the skin of my throat, moaning brazenly with each thrust, and her unadulterated ecstasy is even more incredible than the feel of her hand or her cunt or anything I’ve ever known.

  Fuck. I need that mouth on mine. Adjusting her upper body to the side, I angle my head to cover her lips in a ravenous kiss. I lick de
ep into her sweetness and her heat, until she catches my tongue and begins sucking and moaning again.

  That’s the death of me. Her lush mouth and her unabashed pleasure kill me dead, and an orgasm comes along to bury the remains. I meant to watch my cum splash all over her bare cunt but I can’t tear my lips from hers as rapture shoots up the length of my cock in hot spurts. My body jerks and heaves while the ecstasy of her kiss and her moans keep me pumping against her until there’s not a drop left.

  Her soft, needy whimper when I stop thrusting nearly kills me all over again. Breaking the kiss, I drag in a gusting breath. In my arms, Audrey whimpers once more, rocking her hips, stroking my spent cock—massaging the tip over her clitoris before letting me go and using her fingers, instead.

  “Shh, baby,” I tell her, getting my hand down there, too, where my cum and her juices have made a slick, sexy mess. “Are you hurting?”

  “It aches inside.” Frantically she rubs her clit. “It aches so deep.”

  Because my cock worked her up good but she didn’t come again. I drag her hand away and curl my thick middle finger into her tight channel while my thumb circles her swollen clit. Her inner muscles constrict around me and she cries out, her thighs flexing, the rock of her hips pushing my finger deeper.

  “Your pussy’s hungry for more, baby.” And just begging to be filled up with my cock. My voice raw with need, I ask her, “You ready to go upstairs?”

  “Yes.” Her breath comes in sobbing little gasps. “Now.”

  I only slow down to help her step into her skirt and tug up the zipper before taking her into my arms again. Grabbing her ass in both hands, I haul her up against my chest, then get her long legs wrapped around my waist and her arms wreathed around my shoulders. Instantly she begins riding me, grinding her bare pussy against the ridged muscles of my abdomen, chasing the need burning inside her as I head for the garage door. Outside, my sweat-slicked skin steams in the frigid winter air but I barely feel the cold. I carry her up the stairs, kissing her all the way.

  Her arms tighten around my shoulders as we pass through my front door. Aside from the one moment when she stiffened up in the garage, she hasn’t shown any fear of what’s to come. Trusting me to take care of her.

  I won’t ever betray that sweet trust. She’s so damn precious. And knowing that she’s giving herself to me here makes my small apartment feel like a palace as I stride through it, a king carrying his heart in his arms. Taking Audrey to my bed for the first time is something I’ve pictured a thousand damn times, though I always imagined that first time would be our wedding night. This won’t have the same end because I’m not fucking her—I probably can’t even stay hard if she’s hurting—yet everything leading up to it is the same.

  Except now I know that I love her. And maybe I always did. Because even when I was imagining our wedding night, stroking my cock to the vision of her, my heart felt so damn full. I just didn’t know what I was feeling.

  I do now.

  As I drag her sweater over her head and worship her rosy nipples until she’s restlessly begging for more, I love her. As I adore every inch of creamy skin with my lips and tongue, I love her. As her hands coast down my chest, as she unfastens my jeans and her mouth brings me to aching hardness again, I love her. As I lie down at her side, languorously kissing while my fingers slowly pump inside her, while my thumb strokes her clitoris until she’s panting and writhing, I love her.

  I love her, and so the hardest thing I’ve ever done is softly asking, “You still want me to open you up?”

  She nods jerkily, whispering, “Yes.” Yet the panic she mentioned visibly takes her in its grip, making her tense and shake all over.

  My heart aching, I slowly kiss my way down her stomach, feeling her relax again. A long, lingering taste of her cunt pushes her toward another orgasm. As she hovers on the edge, my thumb stroking her clit, I fit the head of my cock to her untried entrance and press inward.

  And don’t get anywhere. Her pussy’s slick and hot, but the second I got up between her thighs she went rigid. Her legs snapped closed around my waist and she clapped her hands over her face as if to prevent me from seeing her reaction—or simply hiding in the only way she can. But her entire body is telling me how scared she is. Her breasts rise and fall on rapid, wheezing pants.

  “Audrey, baby—”

  “I’m okay, it’s okay, do it,” she says all in one panicked breath. “Doitdoitdoit.”

  Shit. I continue strumming her clit, feeling my own arousal fade. A part of me thinks that I need to shove in, like ripping off a bandage, but her body won’t let me and she’s so delicate that forcing my cock in would only hurt her more. She’s too tense, her flesh resisting, so I slowly increase the pressure until her softness abruptly yields.

  Audrey muffles a scream behind her hands.

  Instantly I freeze, dread clutching my heart. “Baby?”

  She’s utterly still and silent now, not even her chest moving.

  “Audrey? Breathe, baby. And tell me you’re okay.”

  Her fingers spread and she peeks through them, surprise and confusion shining from her eyes. “It didn’t hurt.”

  Bullshit. “You screamed.”

  “Because I was so sure it would hurt. So I panicked when I felt it going in. But instead it’s…” Her hands fall away from her face and she rises up onto her elbows, looking down between us, where the head of my cock is buried inside her. “Really tight. But…it feels good. I like it.”

  Thank fuck. A huge breath bellows from my lungs and all the blood in my body rushes from my pounding heart to begin pounding at the base of my erection. Her pussy’s strangling the thick tip, making her tight and good into huge fucking understatements.

  In a tiny voice she asks, “Am I bleeding?”

  The question clears my head. Gently I pull back, then slick my thumb from her clit down to her opening, covertly wiping away the faint red smear from the tip of my cock.

  “No, baby.” A little blood, but not still bleeding, so it doesn’t feel like a lie.

  Her smile is blinding and beautiful as she falls back onto her shoulders, her hands cupping her breasts, fingers teasing her erect nipples. Her tongue slides across her pouty bottom lip, her icy eyes alight. “So…is that all I get until our wedding night?”

  I laugh and groan, because she has to know there’s no damn way that’s all she’ll get from me. Sitting back, I grip her waist and pull her ass up into my lap, her legs splayed over my hips and her shoulders still on the mattress. She’s completely open to me this way—but more importantly, I can easily control how deep I go. Because I’m not going any deeper than I already did. Not tonight.

  And that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.

  A little shudder races through her when my thumb returns to her clit, then another when I glide the tip of my erection up and down her wet slit. Arousal roughens my voice as I tell her, “I’m gonna make you come again.”

  She squirms on my lap, as if seeking my cock. “But I want you inside me.”

  “I will be.” I’m near shaking with the need to feel her squeezing my dick as she comes. Even if it’s only an inch. “Your pussy opening is so damn tight. So I’m just going to fuck in and out of your little hole, get it used to taking me in. Because after we’re married, I’ll be fucking into you real often.”

  “I can’t wait,” she pants, her back arching. “I can’t wait.”

  I don’t know if she can’t wait for me to get inside her again or until we’re married, but my answer’s the same either way. “I can’t wait either, baby.”

  A ragged moan tears from her throat as I press into her again, watching her delicate entrance stretching to accept the broad crown of my cock. As soon as I’m in, her slick inner walls cling and pull at me, as if trying to draw me deeper. With a tormented groan, I back out, because leaving that sweet heaven is torture but it’s so fucking good, too. Her little pussy cinches around me no matter how deep I am, and feeling that erotic grip all o
ver the head of my cock has me gritting my teeth against the need to bury my full length inside her.

  “I like this, Caleb.” Fingers tugging at her nipples, she moans again through another shallow thrust, biting her lip—then wildly shaking her head. “But it’s no good.”

  “No good?” I rasp out in disbelief. Her pussy’s trying to suck me in, her sweet honey dripping down the length of my dick. “This is no good?”

  It’s fucking amazing.

  “You have to go deeper,” she pants. “Because the tip isn’t as fat as the rest. If you really want my pussy to get used to taking you in, you have to open me up with the thickest part.”

  God help me. I breach her entrance again and can’t help but see how right she is, how I’m not fully breaking her in. Because when I really get into her, my heavy shaft will stretch her out more than the crown will.

  Her bright gaze is steady on my face. “You promised to open up my tight virgin cunt with your big cock. But you only popped my sweet little cherry. You’ve got to go deeper to open me up all the way.”

  Fucking hell. She’s figured out how hearing her say dirty shit gets to me, even if she’s just throwing my own words back. Blood pounds through my swollen erection, the pulse throbbing at the sensitive tip where her pussy’s got me in a chokehold. “You devious little witch.”

  She laughs breathlessly. “Guilty.”

  “And so goddamn clever. All right, baby.” My voice deepens. “I’ll give you a little more.”

  Because I’m going to open up her pussy real good. Leaning forward, I brace my fist beside her shoulder and she gasps as the movement shoves half of my engorged length into her narrow channel, giving her five thick inches. With my right hand, I get a solid grip on her hip, making sure she can’t squirm and buck and take more than I want her to have.

  “Like this, baby?”

  Her icy eyes are glazed over with pleasure, her nod an erratic jerk of her chin. “I like this, Caleb. So much.”

  But she’s not coming yet, so she doesn’t like it enough. Teeth gritted, I withdraw before pumping back in and stopping at the same depth as before, watching ecstasy overtake her expression, her eyelids falling to half mast and her mouth parting on another gasp.