Sexy Secret Santa (3 page)

This was as much of an opening as his friend would ever give. They were guys and didn’t talk about their feelings like women did.

“The woman, the one I mentioned yesterday, it’s Molly.”

Victor sat up, shock written over his face. “Molly, really?”

“Why do you seem so surprised?”

“She just doesn’t seem like your type.”

“And what type is that?” Josh asked, his jaw clenched tight. Victor had better not say one word wrong or he might find himself in a world of hurt.

“She’s a bit shy is all.”

Josh settled back in his chair, allowing his muscles to relax. He should have known Victor wouldn’t have been insulting. “I happen to like Molly just as she is.”

Victor sat back as well. “How long has this been going on?”

Josh sighed heavily. “Nothing’s going on. That’s the problem.”

“Wait a minute. I thought you said yesterday you were pursuing her. So what’s wrong?”

“She has no idea I want her.”

Victor caught his gaze with a pointed stare. “Um, sorry if I’m being dense here, but isn’t that the point of the pursuit?”

Josh picked up a pen and whipped it across the desk at his friend. “Thanks for the news flash, asshole.”

“I’m not the one who’s in contention for the ‘Prick of the Year’ award right now,” Victor reminded him.

“Look, she just broke up with her boyfriend. I didn’t want to be her rebound guy.” It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to drag her into his office and have his wicked way with her every day. He was trying to be nice here.

“Well if you wait too long, you won’t be anything because she’ll move on.”

As if he needed Victor to point out the obvious. Maybe talking to his friend wasn’t a good idea after all. “Don’t you think I know that?”

“No, I don’t, because you’re not making any sense. You’re pursuing her, but she doesn’t know it. What the fuck does that mean?”

“I’m working with Tanya on her Secret Santa project, and I’m giving Molly some personal gifts.”

Victor slowly nodded his head. “So that’s why you and Tanya have been meeting so often.”

“I told you it was about the Secret Santa thing.” Josh frowned. Did no one listen to him?

“Yeah, I hear you. I knew it was something more.”

Once again Josh noted the subtle hint of jealousy in the other man’s voice. One of these days Victor was just going to have to admit he felt something for their Latina office manager.

“Anyway, I’m giving Molly these gifts, but since she doesn’t know it’s me, I don’t know what she thinks about them.”

Victor stood and shook his head. “I don’t know, man. But if you really want to know, why don’t you call her and just ask? In the meantime, think about what you can do to make it up to the rest of the employees for being such a dick.” With that parting comment, he left the office.

Josh leaned back in his chair, reflecting over the conversation. Victor might not know much about his own love life, but he’d given Josh some good advice. Give her a call. Not a bad idea.

As Molly exited her bathroom wrapped in a warm cotton robe, she eyed the gift she’d set on her bedside table. When she’d found it this afternoon on her desk, she had decided not to open it while she was in the office. Something told her it would be another naughty present. Tanya had been disappointed, however, and threatened to bombard her at all hours of the night, begging to be told what was hidden in the festive wrapping.

Molly stuck to her guns, though, determined to open the gift in private. She was disappointed she hadn’t been able to figure out who had given her the nipple rings. Just thinking of the jewelry had her peaks throbbing again. And her thoughts instinctively turned to Josh. She’d hoped against hope he would reveal he was the gift giver, but instead she was still left guessing.

She sat on the bed with the pillows propped behind her and legs crossed. She couldn’t put it off any longer; it was time to open the box. Picking up the gift, she placed the box in front of her before slipping the card from the envelope to read what was written there.

I hope you enjoy my gift tonight, and maybe you’ll tell me all about it.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. If she didn’t know who he was, how did he expect her to tell him about the gift? No longer able to contain her curiosity, she ripped into the box and dug through the tissue paper until she found an oblong plastic package. She pulled it out to find a bright pink vibrating dildo.

The words on the card came back to haunt her, enjoy my gift tonight…tell me all about it. She dropped the plastic package as if it were on fire. This had to be a practical joke. Two seconds later, she picked up the toy to examine it again. The package boasted complete satisfaction and even noted that batteries were included.

Oh. My. God.

She was actually considering trying it. Although she had a little vibrating bullet, she’d never used a dildo. It looked intimidating, but at the same time…

She shook her head in confusion. How is it that a mystery man had such control over her that she was willing to do these outrageous things?

Almost without thought, she pulled the scissors from her bedside table to cut open the package and then returned them to the drawer. Throwing the plastic remnants back into the box, she placed it on the floor and returned her attention to the toy. It was shaped like a penis, although it had an added feature. When the vibrating dildo was used as intended, the feature would tease and stimulate her clit.

She could feel a flush creeping over her body. Could she really do this? When the phone began to ring, she welcomed the interruption.

Picking up the receiver, she hit the Talk button. “I’m so shocked you lasted this long before you called.”

“I didn’t realize you were expecting my call.” The deep voice that answered wasn’t the one she’d been expecting.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.” She pulled the phone back and glanced at the caller ID, but it only registered private caller. “Who is this?”

His low chuckle sent a tingle of awareness over her senses. “I’ve left you a couple of clues as to my identity.”

It was him. She struggled to place his voice, but all she could tell was that it seemed recognizable.

“How did you get my phone number?”

“There’s a lot about you I know.”

This man had given her some pretty naughty gifts and now he was calling her at home. She should be freaked out. Instead she was turned on. “Like what?”

“Hmm, I don’t want to give away too many secrets. At least not yet.”

“Why did you call?”

“I wanted to know if you received my gift. You left a bit abruptly today.”

He must be watching her every move. So why couldn’t she figure out who he was? “Yes, I…I decided to open it at home.”

“And?”

“I was surprised, it wasn’t what I was expecting…not that I was expecting anything…I mean…” His rough chuckle cut off her stumbling words. Damn the man. He had her stuttering like a young girl on her first date.

“Have you tried it?”

“Ahh, no.”

“Do you want to?”

She wasn’t going to answer; she really wasn’t. But then she opened her mouth and did it anyway. “Yes, but ‑‑”

“Let’s stick with your first response.”

“I don’t know. This seems…”

“Exciting, adventuresome?”

Yes and yes. “No, wrong. I don’t even know you.”

“Are you wet? Does the idea of using the toy while I’m listening on the phone turn you on?”

She couldn’t believe he was asking her these questions, or that she was so willing to answer them. When had she turned into such a wanton? “Yes.”

“Good, because I’m hard thinking about you.”

Oh my! Molly slipped her tongue out and ran it over her lips. Who was this guy, and how was it possible she was becoming unbelievably aroused by a mere stranger? “What are you doing to me?”

“Did you enjoy wearing your nipple rings today?” The abrupt change in topic had her mind skittering to keep up.

“How do you know I wore them?”

“Oh, I know. Your face was flushed and your nipples were hard little points all day.”

“You were watching me?”

“I always watch you. How could I not? You’re such a sexy little thing.”

Molly let out a sharp nervous chuckle. “Are you sure you have the right woman? There’s nothing little about me.”

“Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to and fantasize about, Molly, and I like every soft round part of you. So much so that I’m stroking my cock just thinking about getting you underneath me.”

She wasn’t laughing any longer. “You are?”

“Oh yeah, baby. Molly?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me something.” His voice lowered into a seductive pitch. “What are you wearing?”

“A-a robe.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm…I like the sound of that.”

And she liked the sound he made when he said that.

“I want you to take it off for me and lay back on the bed.”

“Lie back…why?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer. She slipped the cotton off her body and shivered as she settled back against the pillows. Her reaction wasn’t from cold, but anticipation.

“Because I want to listen to you come for me as I stroke my cock and come for you. Would you like that, Molly mine? Would you like to come for me?”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“Which only makes this all the more fun. Play with me, Molly, and I promise you, you won’t regret it.”

His words were like a siren’s call, beckoning her to the dark side. And she went without regret, more than willing to experience something wild and naughty.

“Are you touching yourself, Molly mine?”

For some reason his nickname seemed to make it all the more intimate. She cupped her breasts and touched her tender nipples. “Yessss.”

“Hmm, tell me all about it.”

“My nipples are sore from the rings, but very sensitive. I just barely touch them and I can feel it…lower.”

“In your sweet pussy?”

She could feel the flush spread over her body. How was it she could be embarrassed by a word when she was essentially having phone sex with a stranger? “Yes, my pussy is wet and aching.”

“Let’s see what we can do to relieve that ache then.” It sounded as if he shifted and she wondered if he was nude as well. Was he holding his cock in his hand right now, stroking himself as they talked? “Do you have the toy?”

“Yes, I have it.”

“Good. Turn it on and run it over your body. Get used to the feel.”

It only took a moment for her to find the switch and turn on the dildo. The advertising didn’t lie; the batteries were already installed as the latex toy buzzed to life. She rolled the fake penis over her aching breasts and down her rounded stomach. But in a masochistic streak, she kept the dildo from between her legs, instead teasing her inner thighs and the crease between her stomach and the top of her mound.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s…good.”

He chuckled harshly. “You haven’t touched that aching pussy yet, have you?”

Did the man have a secret scope into her bedroom? He seemed to be able to read her every move. “No, not yet.”

“Run it between your pussy lips. Get it wet with your juices.”

Doing as he commanded, Molly spread her legs wider and ran the buzzing toy along her creamy seam. The intensity of the vibrations shocked her and she gasped, pulling the dildo away.

“Did you like that?”

“It was too much.”

“Oh no, it could never be too much. Turn the vibrations down a bit, so it’s on the lowest setting. Then get it nice and wet.”

With a quick motion, she had the toy almost muted and returned it to the juncture of her thighs. With the vibrations on low she was able to run the dildo back and forth, coating it with her juices. Her breathing became hitched as she continued to play.

“Baby, I can hear how much you like that. Now turn it up, just a little, and tease your clit for me.”

She’d been avoiding that sensitive bundle of nerves, but with resolve, sped up the vibrations and slid the toy higher. Her body bowed at the touch. “Ahhh, oh God, it’s so…oh…”

“You are so damned responsive. I wish I was there right now to lap up all that sweet, sweet cream.”

His words in combination with the increasing stimulation had her poised on the edge of climax. “I don’t think I can last much longer,” she panted.

“Put the toy in your pussy, Molly mine. Put it in and imagine it’s me fucking you.”

Josh had been hard since he’d picked up the phone and although it had pained him to do so, he’d not touched himself the entire time they’d been talking. While they’d spoken, her voice had drifted over the phone as if she’d been caressing him. She was the perfect embodiment of sultriness and innocence, all wrapped in one hot little package and his cock had jumped, begging for attention. Even so, he’d continued to hold out, prolonging the inevitable. But now, he didn’t know if he could wait much longer.

“I don’t think…”

“Don’t think, just feel.”

Pushing down his briefs, he kicked them off his legs. With images of Molly filling his head, he ran his fingers across the length.

“What are you doing to me?”

He imagined what she looked like right at this moment. Eyes closed, he could see Molly lying on a bed and her full thighs open in invitation. He imagined her pussy glistening with the evidence of her own desire, stuffed full with the vibrator.

“Tell me what you need, Molly mine.” His hand tightened over his throbbing shaft as he envisioned her begging him. She would be naked, her hands on her breasts, squeezing the plump mounds and pleading for him to taste. Lucky for her, he would be more than willing to try those melons.

“I…I don’t know.”

His thoughts shifted for a moment and in his fantasy he was sitting next to her on her bed. He watched as she reached between her legs to stroke her swollen folds before moving to her clit. Her mouth would be wide open and her body would quiver as she rubbed her finger back and forth as he whispered words of praise. She would pinch and squeeze her nipples, as he stroked his hardening cock.

“Touch your breasts, Molly mine. Remember what they felt like when you were wearing the nipple rings.”

With the faint sound of the toy humming in the background, he listened as she gasped and moaned, knowing she was playing with herself. His hand began to move over his shaft with slow, measured strokes.

“Those are my hands on your breasts, my fingers pinching your nipples, baby. Can you feel it?”

“Yes, yes.”

He continued to talk, purposely deepening his voice as he focused on the fantasy he was creating for both of them.

“And I’m rubbing my cock against you, Molly mine. You’re so wet, so aching. I am too. I need to be inside you.”

“Oh God.”

He stroked his hand up and down his erection in rhythm to the cadence of her breathing. Pausing for a moment, he squeezed the thick, bulbous head in his hand and gathered the slippery precum there. He used his juice as lubrication, spreading it all along the length of his aching shaft.

“Don’t stop, Molly, keep going. Let me inside.” He immediately knew when she’d plunged the toy into her pussy at her keening cry.

Josh pumped himself for all he was worth, his swollen shaft beating a tattoo in his hand as he pulled on it. “That’s it baby, I’m fucking you. Can you feel me?”

“Yes…God…so good.” He could barely understand her words as she gasped, and he knew she was riding the dildo as if it were his cock.

“Don’t come yet. We want this to last.”

“No,” she sobbed into the phone, “I need…”

“I know what you need and I’m going to give it to you.”

He might seem to her as if he was in control, but it was only an illusion. His own orgasm wouldn’t be denied much longer as he struggled to hold out. Even so, he fought back the need to come as he continued to try to weave his fantasy to Molly.

“You feel so good, so tight on my cock. With every stroke I’m going deeper and deeper.”

Her stifled moan had his hand tightening on his erection. He was more than ready to come and now he knew she was too. “No baby, don’t hold back.”

“Wh-what?” Her confusion was more than evident.

“Tease your clit and fuck yourself hard. It’s time for you to come. Let me hear you.”

Molly did as he commanded, screaming out her release. Hearing her breathy cries, Josh allowed his body to take over. His hand sped over his aching erection as he stroked himself to completion. His balls began to draw up tight against his body and his cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of creamy semen onto the towel he’d grabbed.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm his racing heart. He realized he’d dropped the phone and scrambled to retrieve it.

“Molly, you still with me?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper and he wondered if he’d pushed her too far.

“You were beautiful, so responsive.” He realized he’d been speaking plainly for quite some time. While she was in the throes of passion she probably didn’t comprehend much of anything, but now…

“I can’t believe… I’ve never done anything like this before.”