Kink the Halls: A Christmas Novella (6 page)

River still lays against my pillows, and my mind churns with thoughts of what I really want to be doing to him while the rest of the house is sleeping. Back and forth, I argue with myself. Should I? Shouldn't I? Fuck it. You only live once, right?

Instead of lying back down in his warm embrace, I swing my leg over his body and straddle his lap. His gorgeous green eyes are bright with a hint of surprise, as his hand falls to my hip.

“Paisley?” his voice is low, and the sexy baritone sound of his words excite me while they vibrate through my most intimate parts. I gaze up under heavy lidded eyes, meeting his heated eyes through my long lashes.

“River,” I reply with a silly grin. His hand runs along my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ears, just like earlier. Every time our skin comes in contact, I can't help but notice a current that passes through our bodies. I can see it in the way he looks at me while we are so intimately connected, he feels it every bit as strongly as I do.

“Are you sure?” his tone is sweet, and innocent. Everything I am not. But I know deep down, he has a wild streak in him. I can see the hidden look in his eyes when no one is looking. I've been watching him, I know it sounds creepy, but it is the truth.

“I want this, River. I want you.” As those words slip between our bodies, into the crisp winter night, his lips press to mine. Gently at first, but with every instant that passes, it becomes more frantic, more possessive. My rosy lips part allowing his tongue to command control of my mouth, and my body withers under his touch. His rough hands control the rhythm my hips keep as my bare mound rubs against the straining erection under his worn jeans.

His body jerks from underneath me and I’m pinned against the bed. His strength overpowers me, as he presses me into the soft mattress. One hand holds both of my arms above my head as his mouth explores down my body. Drifting over the contours of my breasts, nipping through the thin nightgown still barely covering my most intimate places.

I never took him for a top, a man in control, someone who needs to dominate another. But looks can be deceiving, can't they?

(River)

My control is slipping. The glances from across the room, the seductive way she bites her bottom lip when she thinks I am not paying attention to her. There have been so many nights I have jerked off thinking about her tied to my bed. Fucking her until my dick just couldn't take anymore. But I always stopped myself from pursuing her, because of Star. I didn't want to get involved with Paisley because my own personal needs are far too fucked up.

It’s been almost two years since I’ve been with a woman I haven't paid. The whores let you do anything you want. But girls like Paisley won't tolerate my wants. My needs. I have to play this carefully, although, in all honesty, I should have walked away when she asked me back to her room.

Now I have her pinned under me. Her body is warm, her tits are perfect. The taste of her skin is enough to send me over the edge. I really need to get up and walk away. There is no way I can do vanilla. There is no way I can fuck Paisley without sending her running for the hills. What would Star think of me? Would this fuck up the entire family dynamic we’ve started to fall into?

But what bothers me most of all is my need to protect Paisley from the monster within me. She has been through enough, the bruises that covered her body when she rolled into town for Thanksgiving told that tale loud and clear. I would break her, even more than she has already been broken.

I'm an asshole though, because I just can't walk away. It has been too fucking long since I’ve had a wet pussy around my dick. I am sure I will go to hell for this, but why not just add that to my growing list of transgressions?

My teeth nip at her hard nipple through the thin silk of her sexy nightgown and she moans. It isn't one of those sweet and sexy moans either, it’s almost a fucking growl. My pants tighten, and I’m pulling at the hem of the nightgown. Desperate to get it off of her body.

The nightgown tears and she laughs. The sound is music to my ears. I’ve never loved the noises coming from a woman the way I do when Paisley makes the slightest sound. Her body lays back against the duvet cover of the bed, it is dark compared to her pale creamy skin. My mouth is watering, and I just want to tie her arms to the bed posts and lick her pussy until she screams. But I can't.

I pull away and run my fingers through my hair, and she watches me through her heavy lidded eyes. Her long blonde hair cascades around her face, and with the glow of the full moon coming through the window beside the bed she looks like a fucking angel. This is a sign, but a sign of what? To leave her alone and just walk away? A sign to treat her like the angel she is? I fucking hate cryptic thoughts. My head couldn't be anymore fucked up over it all.

I take a deep breath and pull my shirt over my head. Her hands pull at the button of my jeans, and for the first time in my entire life, I don't have the desire to punish her for making a move. If she was anyone else, I would have had her bent over, paddling her ass. But not Paisley. Not my beautiful angel. Fuck! What is wrong with me?

The sound of my zipper interrupts my thoughts, just as her soft hands graze my bare cock. Underwear are fucking overrated anyway. She moans as her fingers wrap around my cock, slowly jerking me off. I close my eyes and let my head fall back.

I can't fucking wait anymore. I can't fucking stop. I need to be inside her, even if it kills the both of us. I won't let my fucking thoughts talk me out of it anymore. She is mine. Whether she knows it now or not, she is fucking mine.

My thumbs push inside the waist of my jeans and I push them down, kicking them off. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, and the internal battle I’ve waged with myself for the past almost two hours is gone. The undeniable beauty of her body wins and I can only pray I don't fuck this up.

“River,” she speaks my name in a breathless tone, and it sends a fucking shiver straight down my spine. She shouldn't affect me like this, but she does. Unlike anyone before her. I grunt in reply while I trail my mouth up the side of her neck, kissing and sucking every inch of her apple smelling skin.

“Do you have... ya know?” What am I supposed to have? As the tip of my dick grazes the soaking wet flesh of her pussy, I realize how fucked I am. I don't have any condoms, of course. Why would I? It's been months since I hooked up. Dammit. I wasn't fucking planning this.

I push up from her body, and the second the cold air hits me I regret the choice I just made. I flop onto the bed, lying flat on my back with my arm slung over my eyes.

“Fuck,” I mumble. Cursing myself for even letting this all get so far without a single thought of protection.

“I'll take that as a no?” She rolls onto her side, and I feel her smooth skin and firm tits press up against my body. I want to reach out for her, pull her on top of me and make her ride my dick. But I fucking can't.

“No,” I let out an annoyed sigh, and run my hands through my hair again. Something I do when I am pissed, or annoyed. All of which I am at this moment.

“It's okay. I mean... I'm clean and protected if you are clean,” at first her words don't sink in. It takes me a second to realize the amount of trust she just put into me. We aren't strangers, but we certainly don't know shit about each other. If it was anyone else, I would say no. Girls looking for a free meal ticket. A baby daddy. But Paisley, she is different. Even if she pulled some bullshit like that, I wouldn't have a fucking care in the world because I wouldn't have to fight to make her mine forever.

“I am. Are you sure, Paisley?” She doesn't pause, or think about the words that just came out of my mouth. Her leg slides across my body and her hot cunt hovers over my overly eager dick. I don't think I could be any fucking harder than I am right now. It has been years since I was this eager to fuck. This turned on. This desperate for a quick fuck.

I feel her bare pussy sink down on my hard cock. Inch-by-inch her warmth engulfs me. It is the first time I haven't used a condom in all the years I’ve been fuckin' and it feels downright fucking heavenly. Everything about Paisley is perfect, even down to her tight pussy. Her hips set a slow rhythm, and I hold onto her ass, squeezing while I work to keep the pace.

Her moans echo though the room, interrupting the sounds of the movie starting from the beginning. My hands move up her body and cup her tits and her body slowly sags against my chest. Her nipples rub against my chest with every movement she makes. Her moans turn into a throaty purr. Is she fucking purring? Fuck me in the ass and call me Susie, that is the hottest shit I’ve ever heard in my life.

Her arms push against my stomach while she continues to ride my cock, never missing a beat. I’m laying while she sits up riding me, and I have the most perfect view in all of the world. Her hand snakes down between our bodies, rubbing out intimate connection, sliding over her slick clit while he free hand pinches her hard nipple. I can't take anymore. Fuck.

I am not thinking about how beautiful or erotic this is. I just need her under me. As I flip her onto her back and push her into the bed she lets out the sexiest squeal ever. I grab her wrists, and thrust them above her head as I thrust my dick into her cunt until I am balls deep with nowhere else to go. Her purring returns and I start to drive into her. Gone is the slow rhythm we had. Replaced by my feverish need to fuck her, mark her, make her mine.

My free hand pushes between our body, and my thumb rolls over her hard clit. She gasps for air, and lets out a sultry scream as her pussy grips my dick. Fuck, that feels good. I can't hold back anymore. As much as I don't fucking want to, I pull out and start working my own dick at a frantic pace. I focus on her perfect pink lips, flushed cheeks, and heaving tits, all the result of the orgasm I just gave her. When her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, I fucking lose it.

I empty my come all over her naked cunt and stomach in thick bursts. She looks fucking beautiful covered in my seed. I will never be able to get this image out of my mind. But what she does next completely fucks me up for life.

“That was hot,” she moans under her breath while her finger runs through the leftover come on her pussy. Running her finger through my release, she brings it up to her lips and sucks every last drop off her finger.

Paisley Bloom, you have ruined me for life.

I should have left. Returned home to my closet sized bedroom in my brother's house. I probably would have headed home if I didn't already know my brother, Chrome, and niece, Scarlett were both asleep in this house. I have no reason to return home to the empty house.

Paisley is asleep, tucked safely under my arm. This is the first time I’ve ever spent the night with a woman. The first time I’ve allowed myself to become this intimately connected. The last woman I shared a bed with was my mother, long before her life was cut short.

This should feel wrong. This should feel scary. I shouldn't want to do this every night. But I do. I've been laying here watching her sleep for a good half hour. Her lips are perfect, her eyelashes are long and perfect. They look like they are fake, but I know there is nothing fake when it comes to Paisley. Her eyelids flicker open, exposing her ice blue eyes. Her lips curve up into a lazy smile, and I can't help but match it.

“Mornin',” I say. She leans in to press a kiss to my lips and the door swings open.

“Paisley, I was wondering if you could...” Seven freezes in the doorway as her dark eyes bounce back and forth between the two of us. I pull the sheets up over my head in embarrassment. It is clear as day what happened, because we are still buck-naked. Oh well, the cat will be out of the bag in three...two...one...

“PAISLEY AND RIVER!!!!” she screams, her voice echoes through the hallway, and most of the house. Damn she is loud! She doesn't move though, standing in the doorway as I peek out from under the blanket wondering why the fuck she is still standing there. Doors all over the house open, and close and the footsteps start. I’m fucking stuck, naked in this bed, I can't make a break for it. Shit shit shit!