Toys from Santa (3 page)

His mouth grazed her neck, streaming kisses across her skin. “I am, however, willing to help you count her inventory. Nothing I’d love better, actually. Maybe we could even review a few products.”

“Dane.” Jenny’s soft plea brought his eyes to hers. “We can’t do this right now.”

Jenny felt his hard cock pressing into her stomach with every motion he made. The thin cargo pants did little to hide the massive bulge, not that she minded. He wanted her. There was no doubt she wanted him. She thought of every way around it, and her decision remained the same. He made her knees weak, standing there pleading silently with his eyes for her to concede.

“I want you tonight,” Dane said, “after the stupid bachelor parties we both must attend. I want you all to myself, at my house, in my bed.”

He kissed her, licking at her mouth, and made her forget her own name. Her body melted when he touched her, when he pressed his cock against her and demanded that she knew what she did to him. Jenny couldn’t deny it or hold back the effect he had on her. Pulling her wrists away from his grasp, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Now standing chest to chest, her breasts pillowed against him. Her nipples ached for his touch, his mouth and his tongue. She pictured him tasting her tonight when she sprawled out in the middle of his bed, offering to him what they both wanted.

She combed her fingers through his spiky hair, noticing how soft it was to the touch. Surprisingly soft, in fact, she couldn’t stop running her fingers through it. If she didn’t stop kissing him and nearly humping him in the hallway, they’d be naked within five seconds.

“Go.” She pulled back, taking a deep breath. “You have to go. Now. I can’t concentrate with you around, and I have a party to plan.”

He took two steps back his face a vast array of different emotions. She didn’t know how to read him just yet and found herself wanting to learn. What made Dane McKenzie tick? What did he like? What did he dislike? She licked her lips and tasted his kiss. What would he be like when they finally got together? Would he be wild? Would he be tender? Somehow she figured he was anything but tame and bit her lip to keep from smiling. She wanted him wild.

“Please say you’ll come over tonight.” He tilted her chin to force her to look at him.

Jenny nodded “After the parties, I’ll come over tonight. You better be ready for me.”

She would have him, at least for one night. Jenny swallowed, knowing she probably sounded ridiculous to him, but time was of the essence. And dammit, she didn’t know if she’d be able to give him up when it was all over.

Dane nodded, reached for the black box of Shelly’s toys from the vanity. “This yours, too?”

She smiled. “No.”

“But you have some, right?” Hope filled his face as much as desire. “Bring them tonight.”

A little thrill shot down Shelly’s spine. “I’ll see what I can come up with.”

He kissed her one last time and left. Jenny stayed in the hallway, forcing her body to calm down. His scent still lingered around her, on her, and it only turned her on more. If she made it through this damn party, it’d be a miracle.

“Ok, presents. What did you get me?” Shelly squealed as her friends gathered around.

Through two hours of pin-the-penis-on-Bobby, Shelly’s idea of a great time, and actually having to dress up in fantasy costumes provided by none other than Shelly’s work-at-home business, Jenny’s patience for her sister was treading on thin ice.
Really
thin ice.

“Shelly, presents are for birthdays.” Jenny pulled up the corset to conceal her breasts for the third time since she put it on. Santa’s little mistress was a whore, but dammit, couldn’t Shelly get a size bigger in her sample clothing?

“Oh, come on. You guys are no fun.” Shelly rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll give you presents.”

 
She stood in her French maid outfit and grabbed a large bag next to the entertainment center. “These are the newest stock items I received this week, samples really, so have at it. Take whatever you want.”

She dumped the bag, and sex toys of all categories fell to the coffee table below. Dildos, butt plugs, cock rings, lubes. You name it; it was there. Jenny sat amazed at her sister’s collection.

“Go on, Jenny. I know you’ve been eying the catalogues recently. Take what you want.”

With Dane in mind, Jenny grabbed a few items and immediately blushed at the thought. He said he liked toys. But what kind of toys would he like to use with her? She grabbed a tube of the strawberry lube. Delicious. Delightful. Drenched. Three words that supposedly described the flavored lube. She pocketed it, as well.

“Uh, Jenny. You got a new man I don’t know about?” Kristy, her best friend, asked, arching an eyebrow at her collection.

 
Jenny smiled. “Maybe.”

“Who is he?” The women gathered around, waiting for her to dish out the dirty details.

“Uh, no one. I mean, I haven’t sealed the deal yet.” Jenny tried avoiding Shelly’s eyes, but her sister couldn’t be avoided.

“No, Jenny.” When she didn’t respond, Shelly threw a fit. “I can’t believe you! Of all people for you to choose to sleep with, you chose him?”

“You’re sleeping with Dane?” Kristy asked with renewed interest.

“No. I’m not sleeping with anyone.” She looked down at her lap and rolled her eyes at the assortment of items she gathered.

“You plan to, though. Why, Jenny? You know what he did to me—those pictures. Why would you fall for his charm?”

Jenny scooted her belongings to the seat cushions. “Look, you brought on the whole picture incident yourself. Dane just opened his big mouth about it.”

“He embarrassed Shawn. He embarrassed me.”

“You took the pictures, Shelly. You took the pictures and gave the Polaroids to Shawn in his lunch bag. Neither Shawn nor Dane could help the fact that they switched lunches that day, and Dane got an eyeful.”

“He didn’t have to show everybody, though!” Shelly stood with her hands on her hips, ready to burst into tears.

“Fine. You’ve got me there, but that was over two years ago. You and Shawn weren’t even dating then, and you’re getting married now.”

“He still calls me shutter bug.” Their friends giggled, and Shelly threw them a nasty glare. “It’s not funny!”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Look, what I do in my life is my business. As is who I do it with. If I choose to sleep with your future brother-in-law, I would expect you to wish me all the best.”

“Don’t call me when he breaks your heart.” Shelly flopped down in the recliner, pouting.

“Ok.” Ginger stood, drawing attention to herself. “How about we play another game?”

“Good idea,” Jenny replied, counting down the minutes until they all went home.

* * * *

Jenny arrived at Dane’s house at ten minutes after nine with her goody bag in hand. The night had been a total disaster, but she had high hopes that Dane was about to make it all go away. She looked down at her slutty outfit and wondered why the hell she didn’t just bring it instead of wearing it. Sucking in a breath, she stepped out of the car with her bag tucked neatly under her arm. Two seconds later, she knocked on his door.

“What the—” His gaze roamed the length of her, but he didn’t finish the statement before dragging her inside. “Are you insane? It’s freezing out there. Where are your clothes?”

She licked her lips. “Ok, not the reaction I was going for.”

He immediately pulled her into his embrace. “Sorry. You’re beautiful. Hot even, and incredibly sexy.”

She tilted back her head and looked up at him. “Tonight was awful.”

“Tell me about it.”

“My sister and I got into a fight.”

“So what’s new?”

“It was over you.”

Dane stared at her for a moment before pulling away. “Why were you fighting over me?”

Absently, she watched as he went to the fire, prodding the glowing logs with the fire poker. He seemed distracted.

“Well, she doesn’t want me to sleep with you.” Jenny kicked off the white furry boots she matched with the costume. “After spending two hours pinning a penis to a picture and then playing stupid X-rated games, I’m a bit tired, a whole lot horny, and not willing to talk about my sister.”

He nodded. “I guess I can’t blame you there.”

He turned, and his eyes dilated as he took in the complete outfit. A thin, sheer red cover matched with a red bra and thong underneath, and white fur marking the outer edges. Her breasts were barely contained, and the extra push in the push-up bra had them nearly situated beneath her chin. She was lucky her nipples didn’t show.

“You look amazing,” he said, standing. For the first time that night, she noticed he wore only red boxers. She chuckled at the irony of it. “Are you still cold?”

“Maybe just a little.”

He pulled her to him, a palm on each cheek of her bare ass, and kissed her. Whereas his kisses were light and teasing earlier that day, now they became more intense, more savage.

He lifted her with ease, never taking his lips from hers, and carried her to his bedroom, the chill of the room jolted her body. Dane laid her in the middle of the large bed, pressing his body over her so all she felt was his heat in contrast to the silky, cool sheets beneath her. The warmth of his body seeped into her pores and awakened a burning desire. She wanted him, needed him now.

“Usually I’m all for foreplay, but I’ve been hard for you all night, babe. So the first round isn’t going to last very long.” He reached for a condom on the nightstand, and her heart sped up.

Ever since he had left, this is all she’d thought about. It was pure torment sitting in that room with those women when she wanted to be here, naked with Dane. It was torture when she picked out sex toys while picturing Dane’s face when she surprised him with them. Hell, most of them she surprised herself with.

He laid the foil packet on her bare stomach and hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties. Inch by inch, he lowered them until he freed her legs. Cool air brushed her bare pussy, sending shivers down her spine.

“You been this wet for me all this time?” His fingers brushed against her slit, never touching her clit or dipping in deeper. He pulled them away and showed her cream to her. His fingers were drenched.

“Yes. I’m hot, achy, and needy.” She grabbed the condom and tore the packet open.

He put his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juice from them, never taking his eyes off her. She sat mesmerized as the two digits disappeared between his lips, and those luscious green eyes turned nearly black when he retracted his fingers.

Her hands flew into motion. She tugged at the front of her costume to release the cover and then worked on the clasp of her bra to free her breasts. Happy to see him stripping, she tossed her last garment away when his only one fell to the floor.

Eyes wide, Jenny sucked in a breath. Damn he was big. Really big. And long. And thick. Her heartbeat sped up, her excitement increasing. She licked her lips and was rewarded with a groan.

“Sweetheart, I’m not made of stone.” He grabbed the condom and sheathed his cock with a smooth, practiced motion. “You better hold on. It’s going to be one hell of a ride.”

He placed her hands at the posts along the headboard and spread her legs as wide as they would go. Muttering a few curses, he slowly inched his way inside her, stretching her completely. She gasped.

“How long has it been?” he asked, the words and tone of his voice showing he was unsure if it was pleasure or pain she felt.

“Six months. Well, longer than that, really, but I broke it off with Christian six months ago.” Her breaths came in heaves while sweat dampened her forehead.

“Damn.” He pulled back. His mouth roamed her neck, his lips teasing her with butterfly kisses. When she could take no more, she lifted her hips in a blatant invitation. He chuckled, running his tongue from her ear to her shoulder where he bit lightly with a scrape of his teeth.

He thrust forward again, deeper and easier this time but no less fulfilling. Jenny reminded herself to breathe as every solid inch of him stretched her wide.

“Good?” He pulled back, electrifying every nerve cell in her pussy.

She closed her eyes giving into the sensation. “Oh, God.”

Dane pushed forward again. The condom did little to dampen the friction and heat of his cock inside her, putting to shame those toys she spent the night coveting. Jenny couldn’t possibly understand why a woman would give up the real thing for a silicone fake that didn’t even begin to compare.

He teased her. His hands pinned hers above her head while he took her breast in his mouth. Jenny’s body blazed from his touch. He rocked his pelvis, thrusting into her with a slow, controlled rhythm. From the way he’d talked earlier, she’d thought it would be a hard, fast fuck, and then it’d be over with. But no … Dane was enjoying taking his time with her.

His hands curled her fingers around the bars in the headboard. “Hold on.”

Jenny did as he said, watching him pull back to his knees and lift her ass in his hands. His thrusts were short and hard, each one pushing her body up in the bed. Her fists kept her head from hitting the headboard while her body clenched with the excitement.

He held her with one hand and reached between her legs to fondle her clit. His thrusts pounded his cock into her, leaving no part of her pussy untouched by his thick shaft. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tight.

“God, oh, God. Oh,
God
!” She moaned. She panted. She thrashed. Dane had her so close to that wonderful edge of bliss she’d long forgotten until now.

Dane pulled out completely and pulled her up to his face. His tongue probed her pussy while his finger continued to stroke her clit. The new position was different for Jenny, but the effects had her screaming into the night as her body convulsed with the strongest orgasm she’d ever had.

Dane lowered her again and plunged inside, stopping to feel the ripples of her pleasure. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

Jenny could barely hear him. Her arms fell limp as Dane started to thrust again, finally succeeding with his own orgasm that matched hers one hundred percent. He fell to her side, staring up at the ceiling.