Nick (The Kringle Boys Book 1) (8 page)

“You’re right. And I can feel it everywhere,” she shuddered, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t want you regardless.”

“You don’t even like me,” said Nick baldly, though the statement of fact hurt more than he had anticipated.

“People…have sex…all the time without liking each other,” said Phoebe.

She was back to not looking him in the face, though her eyes trailed over his body like a caress.

“Besides, you don’t want anyone to like you,” she continued, “Do you?”

The note of curious hope in Phoebe’s tone at this last was too much for Nick, wreathing his head in possibilities. He closed his eyes, feeling the blood rush.

“Nick,” murmured Phoebe, closer now, “Just one night. Just to see.”

Just to see what? Whether or not their attraction was just a flash of lust and curiosity?

Nick tried not to resent that, failed, but as he opened his mouth to protest, he felt hers again, her lips pressing slow kisses over his chest, her fingers petting the line of hair under his navel.

Speech was beyond him.

He pried his eyes open, his arm coming around her waist to seal him to her from knees to nipples. He was probably getting sugar all over the red satin of her dress, but he didn’t care as he tilted Phoebe’s chin up to see her face. Her blue eyes shimmered with heat and sincerity that was mesmerizing even as it sucker punched him in the gut. Nick had known the luscious half-elf wanted him, but he never in a million years expected her to act on it willingly, without the undue influence of sugar.

He was baffled…and suspicious.

Fuck it.

Nick was going to take everything she offered in big, greedy bites, and to hell with the fallout in the morning.

Not giving himself a chance to think about it, he swooped down to claim her mouth, swallowing her hot little squeak of surprise, letting the ginger taste of her fill his head until he was dizzy with it. He stroked her tongue with his own, feeling her nipples tighten against his chest as her fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to get as close as possible.

He scraped his teeth lightly along her jaw, down her throat, and surprised a moan out of her when he lifted her to nuzzle her breasts and tug a hard nipple into his mouth, fabric and all. The sight of the satin, wet from his mouth, had him swelling painfully against his zipper, and he wanted nothing more than to peel the bodice down and fill his mouth with all that rosy perfection.

Phoebe threaded her fingers through Nick’s hair, her legs wrapping around him, though he couldn’t feel her softness through the layers of crinoline between them.

I’ll have to do something about that,
he thought, but lost the train of it as Phoebe hummed in delight and slid her tongue into his mouth.

Nick stumbled, his legs bumping into something hard.

The sugar sacks.

He could take her here, he realized, a fast fuck bent over the powdery supply. But then he’d never know if it was him or the sugar that made her come. He might have his doubts about this whole experiment, but Nick knew one thing – he wanted Phoebe’s honest response. Maybe they could play with chocolate sauce and candy canes once they took the edge off, but this first time, Nick wanted nothing influencing either one of them but hot, naked passion.

NICK WRENCHED HIS MOUTH away from hers and Phoebe whimpered in protest.

“I am not going to fuck you on a mountain of sugar.”

He scooped her up, striding across the warehouse.

Phoebe moaned, the image filling her scattered brain, and felt his chest rumble in a rough chuckle.

“At least not this time,” he said wryly.

She was going to retort with something snide, but he smelled incredible, like sugar and spice and Nick. Unable to help herself, Phoebe leaned in for a taste, swiping her tongue over his collarbone, pleased when he tensed under her mouth and held her closer.

“Hang on,” he muttered, maybe to her, maybe to himself.

Phoebe didn’t pay much attention to where they were going, too caught up in the delirious pleasure of lapping the sugar from his chest, feeling her nipples ache and her wet pussy throb with every stroke of her tongue. The sugar amplified her already overstimulated senses until she wanted nothing more than to strip for Nick and rub her aching body against him. For the first time, the knowledge didn’t horrify her – this time, she could actually indulge the crazy lust with a partner who had already proved that he knew how to fry her sex circuits, one lick at a time.

She became preoccupied with a tasty spot at the base of his throat as they navigated the corridors of the empty factory, and he nearly dropped her when she sucked experimentally, but he regrouped quickly with a muttered curse. Phoebe vaguely recognized the change in elevation as Nick started up the stairs, and then he was juggling her to fumble a key in a lock, getting a door open and then kicking it closed behind them.

“Sorry about the mess,” he muttered.

“What me—” Phoebe’s voice left her in a gasp as Nick slid her down the muscled length of his body, letting her feel the heat and hardness against every nerve ending.

Nick grinned.

“Let me get a fire started,” he said.

Moving a stack of books, he urged her into a faded armchair near the hearth. Phoebe gave the place a cursory glance. The apartment above the factory had traditionally been used for storage – it had been years since a manager had stayed in residence. It wasn’t much, just a bedroom, a kitchen, and this main room with a couch and a couple of armchairs. Every inch of available space was covered in dusty cookbooks and paper. And it was cold. Phoebe felt a little pang as she realized that Nick had nowhere else to go.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get this place warmed up,” said Nick, crouching by the fireplace and reaching for the woodpile to the side, “and then we’ll see about getting
you
warmed up.”

He darted a hot, blue glance at her that threatened to send her up in flames, no matches required.

Two can play at that game,
thought Phoebe, and as Nick carefully stacked wood in the fireplace, she deliberately sprawled back in the chair, letting her knees fall open and slowly inching her skirt up, the
shhh
of the crinoline loud in the quiet room.

The cold air touched the wet heat of her pussy, making her shiver.

Phoebe knew the moment he noticed. Nick froze in the act of setting a match to the paper, his gorgeous shoulders tight, all smooth muscle under glowing, sugar-streaked skin in the glow of the tiny fire.

“Feeling naughty, little elf?”

Oh, yes.

Phoebe slid the skirt higher, spread her legs further, her heart in her throat.

Nick jumped as the match burned his fingers and abruptly went out. He hastily lit another, touched it to the newspaper, and promptly dismissed the fireplace as Phoebe rubbed a fold of crinoline over her desperate clit, the roughness sparking delicious quivers along every nerve. The fire
whooshed
up in the fireplace behind Nick as he crawled to her, a big jungle cat stalking its prey.

“That’s a pretty sight. Show me how you touch yourself,” he ordered, and the demand had Phoebe moaning.

Her own fingers generally didn’t do much for her – Phoebe preferred toys or the real thing. But the way Nick was watching her made the request
extra
naughty
, and her body responded with shocking enthusiasm. Phoebe brushed her skirts aside and found the flesh of her pussy with her fingers, and her eyes were on his face as she stroked herself delicately, fingers slick with her juices, feeling his gaze on every swollen fold.

Nick stopped between her thighs and sat back on his haunches, running a hand over his mouth, his eyes on the bared flesh that quivered for him.

“Didn’t I give that greedy little pussy a good, thorough tongue-fuck just a few hours ago?”

He pressed her thighs wider with warm palms.

“But here you are, all wet and swollen again. My mouth and my fingers weren’t enough to satisfy you?”

Phoebe arched as he bent over her to flick her clit with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth for a quick suck, and then retreating quickly to watch her squirm and tremble.

“Yes…no…please, Nick!”

“Think you can do better on your own?”

She couldn’t answer, and Nick placed his hand over hers , guiding her fingers down to her weeping core.

“All the way, Phoebe.”

HIS SWEET LITTLE ELF was all wide eyes dark with arousal and trembling pink flesh, tight and desperate for release. Nick felt a hard slap of lust as he watched her do as he requested, and sank two fingers deep into her silken sheath. She gasped at the sensation, but he only jerked his head.

“Show me,” he ordered again.

Quivering, her nipples hard little pebbles against her bodice, and every breath causing all those delightful red ruffles to tremble, Phoebe pulled back and thrust again, setting a slow, hesitant rhythm, her hips twitching. Nick noticed that her eyes stayed on him, roaming over his chest and abs, up to his face and down to the hard bulge of his cock behind his tuxedo pants. Her hot gaze warmed him from the inside out, and suddenly, he wanted more than the naughty, voyeuristic tease. He wanted to surround himself with all of her sugar-sweet heat and feel her come apart just for him.

“I’m less than impressed with your technique, Ms. Winters,” he tsked, and tugged at the zipper of his pants, shoving them down to free his cock and the heavy sac beneath.

Phoebe froze, her eyes wide. Her mouth formed a cute little “oh,” and one of those strangled little squeaks that were
so fucking hot
emerged from her throat.

“Like it?” he asked gruffly, knowing it was an asinine question, but unable to help himself.

He felt amusement and pride curl through him as Phoebe nodded hard enough to make her curls bounce, along with all those ruffles.

“How does it fit in your pants?”

Despite being on the edge of desperation, Nick laughed. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her slick fingers from her pussy and drew them into his mouth, sucking her flavor from the digits, unable to stop the possessive growl that rumbled up, enjoying the flummoxed arousal on her face. He positioned himself between her thighs, stroking the wide crown of his cock through soft, molten folds as she whimpered, and notching himself at her entrance.

“You’ve got a high maintenance little pussy, you know that, Ms. Winters? So difficult to please. Fingers and tongues don’t seem to satisfy it. Let’s see if it likes cock.”

And he pressed forward, feeling triumph and heat wind through him as she parted for him, her snug little sheath tight and wet and impossibly perfect. He gritted his teeth against the wave of pleasure as he worked his dick in with short little thrusts, each one taking him further, her nails digging into his wrists where he gripped her hips.

God, she couldn’t have done this often, he thought, her pussy wrapping him like a tight fist of liquid softness. The little noises of surprise and hunger she made were going to drive him mad. He pressed forward, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt, his balls snuggled against her. Phoebe wriggled carefully, deliciously impaled on his dick, spread for his every desire.

“Too much?” he asked tightly, his eyes on the spot where they were joined, the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

“Too much…oh God,
more.
” she moaned, her head falling back as Nick chuckled and carefully rolled his hips, filling her the tiniest bit more.

Phoebe shuddered in mindless pleasure, her hands moving to grip the arms of the chair.

Nick let her hips go and reached for her skirts, tugging the dress up and over her head, ignoring the
rip
as a seam gave way, leaving her in only the ruffled crinoline and a silky red bra that cupped those glorious, round tits. She barely noticed. With a quick flick of his fingers, the structure loosened and fell away, leaving Phoebe naked save for the folds of red satin-edged netting that frothed around her waist and a pair of stiletto heels, all creamy skin and mouthwatering, plump nipples atop round, oh-so-lickable tits. She was a pinup dream girl come to life, a fairy goddess in ruffles, and all his for the night.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?

Phoebe was moving against him, rocking her pelvis up, trying to create friction, but Nick held her still with his hips, pushing the crinoline up to frame her rosy nipples in crimson ruffles – candy pink, just as he’d imagined. Finally, he whipped her panties from his pocket, grabbed her hands, and in a quick move, bound them together in front of her. It wasn’t tight, and she could get out of them anytime she wanted, but the visual was provocative. Phoebe didn’t protest, though her eyes widened even further as Nick lifted her wrists over her head, the move thrusting her breasts up, rosy tips hard and reaching for him.

“There,” he growled, leaning in to suck one velvety hot nipple into his mouth, then the other as she arched to him, and pulling back to watch the tight, wet, crests quiver as he withdrew a few inches to slam back home.

“Nick!”

“Perfect.”

His cock buried deep, her pussy clenching him intimately, Nick completely understood the appeal of warmth. Her heat wreathed around him, seductive, pulsing, shimmering, her soft flesh drenched for him and so, so
hot.
Gripping her hips, Nick held Phoebe where he wanted her and started moving. Later he’d let her do anything she wanted to him, but right now, he had to take her, just like this. He saw her fingers curl into her palms, but she kept her arms raised as he fucked her with smooth, powerful thrusts, her breath coming faster, her body straining to take all of him.

God
, this was everything he craved, and her soft submission under his hands was decadent, almost as gorgeous as her liquid pussy gripping his shaft like it was made just for him. It turned him on when Phoebe pushed him around, and it turned him on when she lay back and let him play her gorgeous body like a finely crafted instrument. Pushing aside the unsettling feeling that there wasn’t a thing about her that didn’t turn him on, Nick focused on the exquisite feeling of his hard inches plunging into her feminine heat, the silkiness of her lush hips under his hands. Phoebe was still making noises, those sweet little squeaks of surprise and satisfaction, moans of pleasure as he found her clit with wet fingers and teased lightly. Her tits quivered pleasantly, and he fucked her harder just to watch them bounce, to hear her cry out. Nick could see her pleasure spiraling up, her sex clenching harder, her movements more desperate.

“Let go,” he ordered tightly as she writhed.

“Fuck me, Nick—”

The words ripped out of her as he lifted her hips higher and pounded into her, control gone. Satisfaction roared through him as her hips snapped to his and she shattered under the stroke of his hands and cock. With three more desperate thrusts, Nick followed her over, pleasure coursing in hard surges as he poured himself into her and collapsed, his senses overwhelmed, filled with the scent and feel of sex and Phoebe.

PHOEBE HAD HAD sex before, but she’d never been
fucked
before, taken by a man who knew exactly how to please a woman with his mouth, his hands, and that extraordinary cock. Barely flagged, the thick member filled her with heat and velvet hardness, a separate sensation from the feel of his body pressing her into the armchair as she struggled to catch her breath.

Nick propped himself up on his elbows, but made no attempt to separate himself from her.

“Was I too rough?”

“No. But – ”

“But what?” he asked, wariness in his eyes.

“I was just thinking that you’re a surprise,” Phoebe admitted.

“A surprise?”

“I like surprises,” she said, looping her bound wrists over his head and reaching up to find his lips with her own.

“I’ll have to remember that,” murmured Nick against her mouth.

He pulled back, his face tightening.

“I didn’t use protection,” he said, “I’ve been careful, but – ”

“I’m protected,” Phoebe assured him.

“Good, then we can do it again. God, I feel like I could fuck you for a week straight.”

So much for romance
, thought Phoebe, but reminded herself sternly that she hadn’t gotten into this for sweet gestures and sentiment.