The Kringle Girls - Collection (19 page)

Ben frowned. Yes, it did seem a little silly.

“Force of habit,” he said, and then without ceremony,
he shrugged the open shirt off his shoulders, kicked off his boots, and jerked
his jeans off his legs in thirty seconds flat. Merry was still on her knees,
but now he was naked, and she had a close-up view of the hard flesh that was
eager for her touch. Ben froze as she traced the head with gentle fingers.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.

That’s right,
she’s a virgin
, he reminded himself. Not at all surprising given her
wariness and isolation, but Ben felt damn lucky that he was her first. He’d be
her last, too, if he could convince her. He vowed to go slow and not scare or
hurt her in any way.

 
Merry’s soft
lips testing the wide crown had Ben sucking in a sharp breath. He was painfully
hard, and her curious, inexperienced caresses were going to have him sinking
into her mouth and coming down her throat if he didn’t get a hold of himself. She
lapped a bead of precum from the tip and then nuzzled the base, one hand
cupping his sac and lightly scraping with sharp fingernails. Delightful chills
exploded through Ben’s body – he had to stop her before he humiliated himself.

“Come up here, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”

He helped her to her feet and didn’t waste any time,
propelling her back against the smooth wood of the stable door and hiking her
long legs around his waist. The sharp heels dug into his ass – perfect. Merry
was breathing hard, wide-eyed and excited. Ben savored her gasp as he lifted
her higher to suck one hard nipple into his mouth.
Oh yes.

“Ben!”

“Right here.”

He cupped her ass and rubbed her clit against the
ridges of his abdomen as he licked and sucked and nibbled. When she was
panting, writhing, and close to begging, he slid two fingers deep inside her
tight sheath and murmured, “Explode for me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you
cock.”

I could watch
her come all day,
he thought as she shrieked and did as he asked,
shuddering around his fingers and scoring his shoulders with her sharp nails.

While she clutched him tight, coming down off her
peak, he rolled the condom on and fitted his throbbing cock to her core. The
perfection of the moment made his head spin, and he reminded himself to go
slowly
as he carefully let her sink
down, a millimeter at a time. She gasped at the sensation, but squirmed to take
more.

“Easy. You’re so tight.”

“You’re just a little bigger than my toys,” she
complained, “I’m not going to break.”

He nipped her collarbone, and then licked the spot.

“Toys? Naughty Merry.”

“If you stop screwing around and fuck me already,” she
breathed, “maybe I’ll let you use them on me.”

Ben groaned into her throat, and she took advantage of
his distraction to use her thighs and sleek internal muscles to sink down a few
more inches.

“So big,” she murmured as he panted.

“Hold on.”

Bracing one hand against the door behind her, he
withdrew slightly and then
thrust
,
his cock parting succulent, hot flesh that clasped him in an intimate, perfect
grip. Merry gasped as he sank in to the hilt, and they panted together as he
held his body rigid, waiting for her to adjust. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Nothing.

“Are you okay?” he managed, though his jaw was
clenched tight.

“Kiss me,” she replied, and he took her mouth in a
brutal, claiming kiss as he started to move with slow, deliberate strokes. She
held still and let him fuck her at first, unsure about the unfamiliar new
sensations, but it wasn’t long before she was arching into each thrust, sweet
little sounds of pleasure and excitement pulled from her throat.

Deeper.

Harder.

He wasn’t going to last, but it didn’t matter because
she was already shuddering around him, holding him like she was planning to
never let him go. Her body bowed as she started to come, and Ben forgot to be
careful, pounding into her with a complete lack of finesse until he burst,
cursing the condom that kept him from flooding her with come, marking her as
his own both inside and out.

Ben shouted her name and his knees buckled, sliding
them down the stable door until they reached the floor, panting and shaking and
spent.

AFTER A LONG MOMENT in which Merry savored the
lingering shudders of the best orgasm she’d ever had, she raised a hand to
touch Ben’s cheek, absurdly touched when he pressed a kiss into her palm.

His eyes were filled with pleasure, but there was
uncertainty there, too.

“Did that scratch your itch?” The words were
borderline harsh, but he gripped her hips, holding his semi-hard cock inside
her as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.

One word.
A
simple
yes
and he would let her go,
she was certain. He’d walk out of her life and everything would go back to
normal.

How depressing.

It was easy after all. Merry smiled and wrapped her
arms around his neck, squeezing her internal muscles around him and feeling his
cock start to rev up for round two.

“Not yet,” she murmured, reaching up to press her lips
to his, feeling his heart leap against hers as he smiled and squeezed her
tight.

EPILOGUE

THE BANQUET TABLES IN the Great Hall were more crowded
than usual this year, and Santa watched in bafflement as his four daughters
flirted and fawned over the four newcomers to the family table. He leaned over
to Mrs. Claus, who was practically bouncing with happy, twinkling energy.

“What have you been up to, Gwen?” he asked, suspicion
in his voice.

“Just hurrying things along, dear.”

Santa looked them over – Holly was laughing and
telling jokes with cute little Henry Brewster while she held hands with his
father, David, under the table. Ivy and Rafe Allen weren’t touching, but he
kept whispering things in her ear that had his normally reserved daughter
shouting in laughter. Noelle was snuggled against Will Finley, who looked
nervous and had a tendency to jump every time one of the elves got too close. She
soothed him, coaxing a smile to his serious face. The biggest surprise was
Merry, who sat with Ben, and the two were completely oblivious to the merriment
around them, even with Glitzy and a handful of elves swinging from the
chandelier.

“I don’t like it.”

Mrs. Claus patted his arm, soothing.

“You’ll like it when this old place is filled with the
patter of little Kringle feet.”

Santa glowered for a moment, but his daughters’
happiness was hard to ignore, and he sighed, resigned. Grandchildren
would
be nice, after all. And Gwen knew what
she was doing, as always.

He kissed her cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Gwennie.”

“Merry Christmas, dear.”

THE END