Mistress Christmas (6 page)

Holly’s pliant body
thrummed with anticipation as Nick carried her to the bed and laid her flat on the cushiony mattress.

“Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

Her gaze swept the hotel suite. Nick certainly hadn’t skimped. The room was a step above typical, even for a suite. The wall sconces emitted a soft golden light across the enormous bed and a Christmas tree glowed in the corner.

The toilet flushed. Water ran. The bathroom door opened.

Nick held a washcloth in his hand and wore a sheepish expression. “You sore? I…ah…was a little rough.”

“I told you I didn’t mind. It was exactly what I wanted.”
You’re exactly what I wanted
went unsaid.

He crawled next to her and pressed his lips to hers at the same time the cool cloth pressed against her swollen sex. Nick swallowed her surprised gasp and stroked his hand up her belly, smiling against her mouth when those sensitive muscles between her hipbones quivered. The tip of his thumb dipped into her navel, brushing circles around the indent and journeying upward. When he reached her ribs, she giggled and pushed him away.

“Stop.”

“Ticklish?”

“Terribly.”

“Will I have to restrain you when I do this?” Nick’s tongue traced the bend in her waist up to her armpit and under the lower swell of her breast.

“Nick!”

“What?” He did the same thing down the other side.

Holly tried hard not to laugh but it was hopeless. “That tickles.”

Before she figured out the method to his madness, he’d moved and hung above her. He lowered his mouth until she could feel his rapid exhalations on her skin. Then that wicked pink tongue licked just the very tip of her nipple.

She completely forgot about laughing as she watched him lap circles around the distended tip. Each pass wider than the last. Wetter than the last. His eyes drew darker. His breaths more jagged. Oh she wanted that mouth closer. She arched her back, hoping he’d read the deliberate invitation.

His hazel eyes locked to hers. “No coyness allowed. Tell me what you want.”

Holly clamped her hands on the side of his face. “I want you to suck on my nipples. On both of them. Hard. Make me squirm. Make me wet.” Then she yanked his head down.

Nick did exactly as she asked. Suckling her so deep she swore her nipple hit the back of his tongue. He squeezed and fondled one breast, tracing the point across the top curve, teasing the underswell with his fingertips while working the other over with his mouth. He switched sides numerous times and seemed to take immense pride in her every twist, every whimpering, begging moan.

She’d never come so close to orgasm from a man taking such enjoyment strictly from her breasts.

His head lifted. “I made you squirm. Now let’s see if I can make you wet.”

“You already did.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He removed the washcloth and kissed down her belly to the center of her body. Upon reaching the single, almost invisible strip of reddish-brown curls on her mound, he grinned. “It’s like an arrow pointing to my destination. Handy.” Large hands landed on the inside of her thighs. “Spread ’em. I wanna taste every inch of this bare-skinned pussy.”

Heat flooded Holly’s face. It was hot as hell, hearing Nick call a spade a spade—or a pussy a pussy, in this case. She flexed her heels and slid them across the satiny sheets as wide as she could reach.

“Damn, woman.” Nick’s eyes were molten with desire. “You are flexible. I bet I can bend you every which way, can’t I?”

“Probably.”

That gorgeous cowboy grin flashed. “I fully intend on testing that theory later. For right now…” He thoroughly licked the length of her slit, groaned deeply, smacked his lips as if he’d tasted ambrosia and did it again. And again.

When Holly bumped her hips for more, he stopped, gazing at her across the naked length of her body.

“Huh-uh. No fast get-off. I’m taking my time. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come, not until. And when you do come”—he jammed his tongue inside her channel and wiggled it before withdrawing completely—“you’ll scream my name.”

Her whole body trembled. “But, Nick—”

“No negotiations. Hands above your head.” His eyes twinkled. “Or you can play with your tits. Your choice.”

Her legs went rigid as his head disappeared between her thighs again.

“Lord, what it does to me to see this sweet cream dripping down faster than I can catch it,” he mumbled against the crease of her thigh.

That naughty tongue mapped every crevice. Every hidden fold. He suckled her pussy lips, letting his teeth lightly graze her clit. He repeatedly kissed the strip of hair, rubbing his chin and cheeks over it, almost…marking her. He kissed, licked and sucked every smooth section of her freshly waxed skin.

Her stomach fluttered. Her whole body burned hot. Even her damn toes twitched with pleasure. There wasn’t a doubt in Holly’s mind Nick enjoyed driving her to the brink and was memorizing her reactions and filing it away for future use.

For future use? Wishful thinking, Holls. This is a one-night-only deal. Tomorrow morning you’ll both walk away chock-full of fully realized triple X-rated Christmas wishes.

Her enthusiasm sagged at the thought of not seeing the sexy, raunchy Not-So-Saint Nick again.

When he bit the inside of her knee, she gasped, “What was that for?”

“I lost you there for a second. Thought I might be boring you.”

Holly propped herself up on her elbows. “Not bored, just figuring out the best way to beg you to finish me off.”

“That’ll do it. Lay back. I’ve gotcha.”

She moaned when Nick gently latched onto her clit. He hummed over that bundle of nerves, sending a fresh set of shivers rippling through her body.

A finger slipped into her wet channel. At the added stimulus and the feeling of fullness, she expelled a soft, appreciative sigh. Nick chuckled and inserted another finger.

When he did a swirly flick over her clit, she couldn’t help but pump her pelvis and whisper, “Please.”

As Nick stroked the spot inside her sheath underneath her pubic bone, he fastened his lips around that protective hood and sucked. And kept on sucking until her clitoris spasmed and her shoulders bowed off the bed as she ground her sex into his face.

Holly’s body had never known pleasure so sharp, a synchronized throbbing in her head, her pussy, her clit, and her nipples that made a mockery of her previous sexual experiences.

She tried to push Nick’s clever mouth away even as she clutched his head to hold him there forever. He didn’t budge until the last twinge pulsed against his tongue. She sagged into the mattress, helpless to do anything but try to find her sanity, kick start her lungs, and formulate a decent marriage proposal.

Nick snickered against her pelvis. “That good, huh?”

“What?”

“You just asked me to marry you.”

Holly jackknifed up. “Shit. I said that out loud?”

“Yep.”

Talk about embarrassing.

He stood and reached for the unopened box of (magnum sized!) condoms on the nightstand and she couldn’t help but stare at him. Drool, really. Wonder if she ought to buy a lottery ticket because, hot damn, it was her lucky night. Fully clothed, Nick was magnificent. Completely naked, he was flat-out a god.

A god who’d had his face buried between her thighs for the last twenty minutes.

Definitely lottery ticket material.

Nick ripped open a condom and had it rolled on before she cleared the fog of lust from her sex-addled brain.

“…on one condition.”

She managed to tear her gaze from his impressive hard-on (two erections? in thirty minutes?) and met his eyes. “Umm. Sorry. I didn’t hear all of that. What did you say?”

He flopped on the bed beside her. “I said any woman I marry needs to know how to ride.” He brushed the hair from her face. “So mount up and show me whatcha got.”

That telltale warmth spread across her cheeks again. “But I—”

“Goddamn it’s a turn on to see you blush.”

Holly’s gaze dropped to his groin. “Doesn’t look like you need any help in getting turned on.”

“All your doin’, darlin’.” Nick placed his hand in the middle of her back and urged her forward. “Straddle me.”

Nerves had her biting her lip as she threw her leg over his, startled by the molten heat radiating from his body.

Nick swept her hair away from her face and tilted her chin up. “Holly? What’s wrong?”

She blurted, “I’ve never done it this way before.”

Pause. “Well, you’re just loaded with surprises tonight.” Nick twined a section of hair around his finger and tugged her closer. “Kiss me. I can’t get enough of this mouth.”

“But what about—”

“We’ll get there. No hurry.” Nick gave her another slow, bone-melting kind of kiss. Complete with long, sweeping caresses of his work-roughened hands up her legs and torso, over her shoulders and down her spine to her buttocks. He didn’t push or pull her toward his erection. He seemed content to touch her and learn every nuance of her mouth.

Holly slipped her lips free from his and flicked the sexy dent in his chin, loving the rasp of his stubble against her tongue. She used her teeth to nip the intriguing angle of his jawbone until she reached his ear. “I’m ready for my riding lesson, cowboy.”

He chuckled. “Scoot back. Feel me?”

“You mean that big, hard, thick thing sticking up?”

“Again with the sweet talkin’. When you’re ready, pop ’er in and commence to ridin’.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep. You set the pace. You’re in charge.”

“Do I sit up? Or lay across you?”

“Either way. If you sit up I can reach your clit. But I ain’t gonna complain about having them beautiful tits rubbing on my chest.”

She rose on her knees, aligned her pelvis to his and held the rigid shaft straight up with one hand as she braced her free hand on his broad chest. Heat darkened his eyes as he watched his cock slowly disappearing into her body.

Holly took her own sweet time and was pleased Nick didn’t grab hold of her hips and force her down.

Once he was fully seated inside her, he closed his eyes and groaned. “Ah, hell. You feel good, Holly. Warm and tight and perfect. I could get used to this.”

Nick’s sweet words gave her pause.

“You okay?”

“Are you?” she countered.

“Never been better. Do what you want, you have the reins.”

She experimented with lifting and lowering. Loving the deep push at the end. But she missed that skin-on-skin contact. She angled forward, placing her hands beside his head and shimmied down. “Oh.”

“Like that do you?”

“God yes.”

“Let me help. You’ll like this even better.” Nick grabbed onto her butt cheeks and squeezed, gently rocking her.

“Oh, that’s…I really like that.”

“Thought you might. Don’t tense up. Another good thing about you laying in this position? I can kiss you and run my hands all over your soft skin.”

Holly rocked on him, amazed by the sense of power of being on top. Amazed by the control Nick freely handed over. Amazed by how his lazy, wet kisses were deceptively seductive. She hadn’t had many lovers in her twenty-eight years, and none of them showed this trust and playfulness, sometimes even after months of dating, that Nick had shown her in just a few hours.

He kissed his way down her throat. “Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard, darlin’?”

“Sorry. I-I tend to overthink things.” She quit moving on him. “Are you mad?”

“No. Just curious as to what drew your attention away from this.” He flexed his hips. “ ’Cause it’s mighty fine.”

She groaned. “It is. I was thinking about you. How much…you don’t mind that I’m not…you’re so patient… You’re just so great and I’m really happy to be here with you.”

“Holly. Baby.” His voice was gruff. “C’mere.”

Nick’s kisses intensified and she began to push back onto all that male hardness. Sliding belly to belly. The scrape of his chest hair on her nipples sent shudders down her spine, which he chased with fingertips soft as raindrops.

The continual graze of his pubic hair on her clit brought forth a short, but powerful orgasm that left Holly gasping as she ground against him. He muttered against her throat, nonsensical masculine words of encouragement through every sweet pulse.

He fastened his hands to her ass and thrust up. “Right there. Just like that. Yes.” Nick arched his neck and she eased back to watch his face as the orgasm washed over him. He was sexy, lost in the moment, a moment of passion she’d brought to him. Another feeling of sexual power emboldened her to scatter kisses across his chest.

He blinked his eyes open with a small, surprised smile. “Whoa.”

“I’ll say. Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“Never.” He followed the outline of her jaw with a shaking fingertip. “I think you like being on top.”

“Mmm-hmm. I think you’ve created a monster.”

“Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for the hot tub.”

“T
here’s a hot
tub in here?”

Lord, Nick loved Holly’s wide-eyed look. Innocent, yet interested. “More like a deep bath with whirlpool jets.” He toyed with her hair. “Sound like fun?”

“Everything sounds like fun with you.” Holly smooched his nose and slid forward until his softened cock slipped from her body.

“Where you goin’?”

“To get a drink.” She winked. “All that ridin’ worked up a powerful thirst.”

Nick grinned. “Would champagne quench it?”

There was that owl-eyed expression again. “You bought champagne?”

“Came with the room. You up for a glass or two?”

“Absolutely.”

He hopped off the bed. “Let me clean up while you take the bottle of bubbly out of the fridge.”

As soon as he stood, Holly wrapped her arms around him from behind and nuzzled the middle of his back. “Thank you.”

“For?”

No response, but as she’d burrowed deeper into him so sweetly Nick didn’t press her for an answer. He merely squeezed her arm and said, “You’re welcome,” before continuing on to the bathroom.

When he returned, soft music drifted from the TV through the closed cabinet doors. Holly had donned a complimentary hotel robe and was curled up in the corner of the couch with her feet tucked beneath her. Strange. He’d expected nakedness wouldn’t bother her. To set her at ease, he snagged the other robe she’d draped over the back of the chair.