Mistletoe & Kisses (7 page)

“God, yes. I want to touch you.” He said through his gritted teeth while I watched his length continue to stretch under the denim below my hand.

I reached my hand over to the zipper of his jeans, pulling the smooth metal down as my lips followed the dusting of hair again. I pulled his boxers out of the way to continue my journey down. When I got the boxers down as far as I could, I moved my hands to his hips and silently asked him to lift his hips to help me slide his boxers and jeans down his legs. I trailed kisses and nips down his left thigh as I pulled the material down to his bare feet then dropped them to the floor. I repeated the kissing and nipping up his right leg only to be greeted by what may have been the most arousing erection I had ever seen. Not that there had been a lot, but enough to know that this really was a beautiful erection. Then my heart started to beat a bit faster at the idea of actually having it inside of me. Like I said, I hadn’t had a lot of them, but none of them were as thick and long as this one.

“Olive.” I pulled my eyes up to see Murphy’s lust-filled eyes soften. “We’ll take it as slow as we need to. I’ll make sure you are ready before,” he smiled and I reflexively wrapped my hand around his hard length and started moving my hand up and down, our eyes locked until his head dropped back to the bed with a “hmmmp,” which I had to admit made me smile.

With the smile still spread across my lips, I slid down onto my knees between his thighs and took the tip of his cock between my lips. I laved my flattened tongue around the tip and wrapped my hand around the soft skin-covered rod. I moved my hand up and down, setting a rhythm that caused him to begin to move his hips with the pumping of my fist. I gave a twist to my hand as I bobbed my head up and down, flicking my tongue at different places to elicit more groans, moans and twitches from his body. I placed my other hand at the base of his shaft, caressed my fingers down the middle of his sac and gently squeezed and rubbed. As I opened my hand and cupped his balls in my hand, I rolled the sensitive flesh over my fingers, while increasing the pace my mouth had set.

“Ol.. Ol...ugh…Olive!” his voice grumbled with strain, yet didn’t cause me to stop...it caused me to increase my motion. “Ugh… Ol…Olive you have to stop or I’m coming in your mouth and I want to be inside you when I come. I have to…” he tried to move me, but I pushed him back down. “Woman, please. I have to have that sweet pussy wrapped around my cock when I come.” This time, with little effort, our positions were reversed and I was pinned underneath him. “That was incredible.” He ran his tongue over my open lips delving into my mouth. “Scoot up to the top of the bed,” he said before he turned away from the bed and reached for his jeans. I giggled when he pulled out not one or two condoms, but a strip of condoms. “I told you I came prepared.” He tore one from the strip and laid the rest on the nightstand by the bed. Murphy stepped to the side of the bed reaching over to the footboard. “Oh the fun we
will
have.”

“What? You’re not having any fun yet?” I smirked at him.

“I’ll show you lots of fun.” He move up onto the bed, pushed my legs a part and dipped his tongue back to my clit. My body shivered. “Lots and lots of fun.” He licked again. “You are drenched and I’ve barely touched you.” He slipped a finger inside of me only to pull is out and examine my juices on his finger before he slipped it into his mouth followed by a hum of delight.

“Kiss me.” I reached up to him and he leaned down above me taking my lips between his, slipping his tongue between my swollen lips.

“You taste good on my lips.”

“So do you.” I felt him at the seam of my entrance so I wiggled a bit for more pressure.

“You tell me to slow down or stop at any time,” he leaned his forehead to mine. “Yes?”

Our eyes locked. “Yes,” I said and held onto his shoulders as he pressed himself inside of me. It did of course hurt, but I wasn’t going to stop him. He waited for my body to adjust to him before he pushed more inside of me. My back arched up to meet his chest. He leaned his head down to take a nipple into his mouth as I ran my fingers down his back.

“Good?” he asked as he moved to the other nipple, but waited until I answered before he closed his mouth around the erect point. When I answered, it was barely a whispered yes as I threw my head back. With my response and my nipple still being loved by his mouth, he moved back and forth above me.

“Oh God,” I moaned and reached up to the rung of iron above my head, wrapping my fingers tightly around it. “More, please Murphy more.” He answered with a quick thrust and his hand wrapped around mine.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, Olive. You’re so tight. So wet.” He said with a grunt. “I’m close. You have to come again.”

“I…I’m so … I’m close. I’ve never come like this.” All of the sudden Murphy stopped moving above me.

“Olive, look at me.” His look was so serious. “Did you just say you’ve never come like this?”
Oh my God did I just say that? Did I say it out loud? Oh my God kill me now. Take me with Murphy buried deep inside of my body, but please don’t let me have actually just said….
“Olive?” He moved to pull out of me and I put my hands on his shoulders.

“Yes.”
Kill me now.

“What the fuck kind of men have you been with?” He shook his head and I looked up at the ceiling. “Olive look at me. Please. Look at me.” He held my chin in his hand. “Relax.” He kissed the tip of my nose and smiled that devilish smirk I was really starting to like. “Don’t look away from me. I want to watch you come all over my cock.” He covered my hands again with his, reaching them back up to the iron rungs. “You might want to hold onto this for a bit.” He repeated my words back to me with his smirk.

He was absolutely right. I had to hold on and hold on tight. Our eyes never left each other’s and our bodies moved together in an almost perfectly choreographed dance as if we had done this hundreds of times together. He not only made me come twice already with his mouth, but again with his cock. He even got a fourth before his own release and each other’s name screamed. We lay motionless on my bed afterward, our hands still locked together around the rungs of my headboard.

“That was…” I blew out breathlessly. “I mean…”
I have no words…

“Fucking incredible.” He kissed my neck and pulled my hands down to his mouth and kissed each of my palms. “Let’s take a moment. I need to get some strength back so we can take a shower.” He scooted off the bed and ridded himself of the condom then crawled back onto bed with me. “Then we’ll work on round two and using these.” He ran his hand from the heel of my socked foot to the top of my knee where the edge of the sock had folded over. Eventually, exhaustion overtook us both and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

“What the fuck’s that noise?” Murphy’s head snapped up, his voice grumbled above my head, where his chin was resting.

“It’s my cell phone alarm.” I groaned. “I leave it across the room so I’m forced to get up and turn it off, otherwise I’d oversleep.” I didn’t even remember falling asleep on top of him. I was luxuriously wrapped around Murphy and didn’t want to get up. “I have to go turn that off and get ready for work.” I tapped him on the chest.

“Ugh. Now what’s that fucking noise?” he asked when my cell phone began to ring. “Do you always have so much noise going on in the morning?”

“No, grumpy, I don’t. That is Monica’s ringtone.” I scrambled out of bed and reached for my phone. Murphy grabbed at my ass as he passed me on his way out of the room and heading toward the bathroom.

“You have five minutes to get that sweet ass in here and join me for a shower so we can start the morning right with the next round. Or I’m coming out to get you.” He stepped into my bathroom and left the door cracked open.

“Hey. My alarm just went off.”

“Oh, good I wanted to make sure I caught you before you headed in...which you don’t have to do.”
Don’t have to head in? Oh my God, they fired me because I didn’t go work for Malone.
“Don’t freak out. I’m giving you the rest of the week off so you can enjoy your Secret Santa gift.” Excitement was coming through the phone and my stomach dropped. I hadn’t stopped back at my desk before I left last night. I was dropping papers off on another floor.
Shit!
“Are you there?”

“I’m so sorry, Monica. I didn’t even stop back at my desk before I left. I didn’t know you left me my gift. I will …” I felt terrible.

“You aren’t understanding me. Your gift isn’t here. It’s there.”

“What? You had it delivered? That is crazy! I would have gotten it when I…”

With her voice lowered to a whisper she said, “Do you have a guest in your house?” she paused. “I assume by your silent response that Murphy is in fact there. Well…”

“Oh my God. How did you know? Has it spread through the gossip…”

“No, my gift to you was Murphy.”

“What? Murphy is my gift?” I shouted then closed my door. “Oh my God...is he like a male escort or something? Rent your employee a night of amazing sex?”

“You had amazing sex?” she gasped.

“Oh, Monica. You… wait… don’t change the subject.”

“Okay, okay. No, he certainly isn’t a male escort, even though he would probably make tons of money doing that...especially if he is giving amazing sex.” She laughed. “But he actually works with Stewart out of the Chicago office. They’ve been friends forever. I met him years ago and have been bugging Stewart to introduce the two of you. He said he didn’t want to be involved in drama. You know if it didn’t work out or something. So I took it upon myself to introduce you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so confused...what?”

“When Malone got the offer from the partners here, I called him and told him that he had to bring Murphy. He of course complained, but he did it for me.”

“And just how well do you know these men?”

“Oh Honey, I didn’t just hand you over to some stranger. I’ve known the boys as long as I’ve known Stewart. Murphy is a wonderful man and just needed to meet the right woman. You, my darling, are the right woman.” Her voice was bubbling through the phone. “So you really had amazing sex with him? I
so
want details. Like in depth, time consuming, need a cigarette after details.”

“Woman are you going to make me come get you?” Murphy called from the bathroom.

“He is still there? Holy shit, did I interrupt? Oh my God I’m so sorry. Grooooosss.”

“Trust me the house could have fallen down around us and there was no way we would’ve stopped.” It was my turn to laugh when she gasped an ‘Oh my God.’ “No details for you until I see you again.”

“Well, you have the rest of the week off. So make sure you take notes. I don’t want to miss a single thing.”

“Hey Monica?”

“Yeah Olive?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Woman.” She laughed.

“Olive?” Murphy called again. “I’m opening the curtain and not grabbing a towel.”

“Hey Monica?”

“Yeah Olive?”

“Thanks for my Secret Santa gift.”

“Anytime. Now go enjoy it.”

I had barely put my phone back on the top of my dresser when a very wet, very naked and very, very sexy Murphy stepped through the doorway and without a single word scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

Murphy’s POV

“YOU WERE TAKING too fucking long.” I smacked her bare ass then rubbed the spot that I was sure was now tingling and a gorgeous pink.

“I have to take my socks off,” she giggled, smacking my bare ass with both hands as I stalked back down the hall to the bathroom. I had left the water running in the shower so the room was now warm and filled with steam. I could feel her hardened nipples pressed against my back and had second thoughts about actually even bringing her back into the heated room.

“Oh trust me your socks are safe.” She pulled my thoughts back to getting into that shower and having my hands all over her sexy ass body. “We’ll be using them after our shower and food. I’ll tie you to that bed and fuck you senseless.” I plopped her on the counter around the sink basin. “But I think I need a snack first to tide me over.” I dropped to my knees in front of her and started sliding her socks down those luscious legs. When both socks were removed, I flung them over the top of the bathroom door and smiled up at Olive just before my face was buried between her thighs.

I would admit I was certainly far from a virgin and I’d had my share of women, hell I’d had my share of two women at a time. I had tasted my share of pussy. I had my share of legs over my shoulders. I didn’t know if it was Olive’s responsiveness to me, or just Olive being Olive, that had me wanting to have my hands on her and to have her again and again once I got my taste of her. She was just incredibly sexy without even trying.

I had first seen a picture of Olive in Monica’s apartment. When Monica caught me checking out the picture, she tried to talk me into meeting Olive for a blind date. Yeah, I don’t do blind dates. Been there, done that. Wouldn’t do that again. Monica hounded me every time she saw me. She told me I needed to start thinking about my future and settling down. Why was it when people moved in together, got engaged or even married they felt the need to have everyone around them do the same? I told Monica I wasn’t ready and still had oats to sow. Her argument was to ask how many more women did I need to have sex with. Sex was always better when you actually gave a shit about the other person. Blah, blah, blah.

Been there done that too. Which was why I was still single. I did the whole girlfriend thing. We had lived together for a year after dating for six months. I finally went out and shopped around for the perfect ring for my perfect girl. I had it in my pocket for almost a month. We had been house hunting, and I figured our first night in our new home that we bought together to start our new life together would be the perfect setting for me to pop the question. Well, we never got that far due to the fact that she was spending her afternoons fucking her boss and then coming home to me. I dumped her ass and left her with the apartment to clean out. I grabbed my shit and headed to Chicago to stay with my older brother, Malone. Since I couldn’t return the ring, I had it broken up and made into a pair of earrings for my mother’s birthday. She loved them and I never told her or anyone else about them actually having been a ring for my ex.

“Mur… Murph…Oh God, Murphy!” Olive screamed me right back into what I was doing.
Fuck I was on total autopilot and almost missed Olive coming.
Her hands were fisting into my hair and her legs were trembling over my shoulders. “Murphy… I’m… Oh Murphy I’m coming.” I held her legs still as I press in against her swollen nub and swirled my tongue giving her clit one quick flick. I was rewarded with a flood of her juices in my mouth and her body going limp under my hands.
Fucking amazing.

“You really are incredible and delicious.” I ran my fingers over my lips cleaning them of every last drop of her, sliding it into my mouth and pulling out with a pop. “I could do that all day.”

“I don’t think I could handle feeling that all day,” she laughed. “You are spoiling me and wearing me out all at the same time.” She shocked the shit out of me when she leaned down and took my mouth to hers. Her tongue swirled around my mouth. I was so fucking hard I could have hammered a nail in to a block of cement. “You have to let me return the favor,” she smiled and moved to slid off of the counter, but I held her in place.

“After we shower.” I lifted her ass off of the counter and carried her into the shower stall. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.” I took her bottom lip between my teeth and she rewarded me with a moan.

Holy Christ that was the best shower ever and we didn’t even have sex.
I soaped up her girlie poof thingy and lathered her whole body with her girlie scented soap. Damn, her body really was incredible. She wasn’t a skinny stick and she wasn’t what I would call heavy. Her tits fit perfectly in my hand so her nipples peaked right into the center of my palm and their weight filled my opened hand. I could squeeze an ass cheek and get a good handful with some meat to spare. I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into the flesh.
Yup, could nail a fucking block of cement.

* * *

I sat in Olive’s small kitchen watching her move around the room. She seemed like a woman on a mission. She asked me what I would like for breakfast. I shrugged thinking whatever would be great at this point. I just wanted to get food in my body so I could get some energy and strength back so I could spend the rest of the day in bed with Olive under me, over me and in front of me.

I texted Monica while Olive was squatting down on the other side of the cabinet. I had to adjust myself a couple of times as she continued to move around the room. I made sure to thank Monica for finally talking my dumb ass into meeting Olive. I told Monica I owed her big time. Anything she wanted was my offer to her before I lowered my phone to the table to continue to watch her. She told me I had better be good to Olive or else. I promised I would be.

“I feel like I should help.” I moved up behind her and slipped my hands around her waist while burying my mouth in her neck.

“No, no. I’m good. I love to cook and hardly ever get to cook for anyone else.” I could see the smile she was trying to hide ducking her head as she rubbed her ass against my raging semi.

“You’re going to have to stop rubbing that sweet ass against my dick or we won’t be eating any of this great-looking food and we won’t have the energy to spend hours enjoying each other.

“Oh my,” she threw her head back against my shoulder and rubbed her ass against me again.

“Yeah, ‘oh my’ doesn’t even come close.” I kissed her on the temple and forced myself to step away from her. “I’m going to stay over here and you’re going to stay over there.” I waved my finger between the two of us.

“Yes sir,” she saluted me with a two finger salute.

“I like that, ‘sir.’” I laughed and I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

“So we have eggs, toast, bacon and home fries.” She leaned up on her toes and stretched to retrieve two plates from another cabinet. I watched as the long shirt she had slipped into after our shower rode up her thighs revealing that she hadn’t put on any panties.

“Ugh… woman you are killing me.” I blew out a chuckle. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she placed the plates on the counter next to the stove. “No panties? I’m supposed to concentrate on eating this delicious-looking food knowing you have no panties on under that shirt?” I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry. Would you like me to go put some on so you are not so distracted?” She popped a home fry in her mouth and winked at me.

“Woman, you had better stop or you’ll be bent over this table before you can wink at me again.” I raised an eyebrow at her challenge.

“I’ll stop teasing you,” she smiled, “until after we eat.” She laughed and turned to fill her plate. “Help yourself to whatever you want.” She scooped eggs, bacon and home fries onto her plate.

“This looks amazing. I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long while.”

“No girlfriend back home to cook for you?”

“Not for a while, no.” I laughed. “Shouldn’t you have asked me if I had a girlfriend before you invited me into your bed last night?”

“Monica told me on Monday when she asked me what happened the other night.”

“Ah, checking up on me?”

“Like you calling around looking for my phone number?”

“Touché.”

“I had a girlfriend about a year and a half ago. We were living together, but it didn’t work out.”

“Didn’t work out because of you or her?”

“Her.”

“So you lived with her…” Olive was moving her food around her plate.

“She was fucking her boss and as soon as I found out I left. No one steady since her.”

“I see.”

“I’m not saying I fucked everything in a skirt that walked past me. I can’t say I’ve had much time for anyone in my life lately.” I realized what it must have sounded like, like I wouldn’t have time for her. “But my life is in a different place now, so…”

“So now you have time for a steady girlfriend?” She blushed a beautiful shade of red that traveled down her neck and disappeared down her cleavage. “Not that… I mean… I just…”

“I know what you meant.” I popped a forkful of eggs in my mouth. “I just love watching the blush spread down your body.” She tossed a home fry at me and luckily I caught in my mouth and smiled at her as I chewed it.

“So…”

“So…” I raised an eyebrow. I couldn’t wait to find out what she was thinking about.

“How long are you staying in town?”

“I’m here until Sunday.”

“Oh.”

“Is that a problem?” I watched her swallow the forkful of food her had slipped into her mouth and my dick twitched at the sight of the fork sliding in and then out of her mouth. I had to shake my head to clear it of the dirty thoughts racing through my head. “I mean I can go if…”

“No.”
Yes, she said that really fast. I’m good. I’m staying.
“I was just asking. I mean I don’t want to keep you from work or anything.”

“Everyone knows how to get a hold of me if they need me.” She tried to hide her delighted smile, but her eyes lit up as she lowered them back to her plate. I couldn’t and wouldn’t have hidden my satisfied smile if you had paid me to.

Being the gentlemen I was...well, the one my mother raised me to be at least...I offered to do the dishes and the clean-up of the meal. Olive, being the perfect hostess, tried to shoo me away from the dishes. So we compromised...I washed and she dried and put away. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching her stretch up to put the dishes back in the cabinet.

“Ah, woman.” This time I wasn’t holding back. I slid my front right up against her back and this time it was me grinding my hard-on into the cheeks of her ass. “I’ve held off as long as I could. I’m done.” I lifted the hem of her shirt and smacked my hand to the fleshy part of her ass. Olive responded with a squeal and an “ah.” I rubbed the spot I had just reddened with my hand. “You liked that?

“Mmmm.” She tipped her head back to my shoulder.

I reached for the hem of her shirt again, but this time didn’t stop at her hips. I lifted it up and over her head. I loved that she didn’t shy away from being naked in front of me or in the middle of her kitchen with the sun shining brightly through the windows and back door. I brushed her hair to the side, off of her shoulder, and kissed across her back from one shoulder to the other. Her skin was so warm and soft.

I slipped my hands around the front of her body, cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples harden in my hands as I continued to kiss her back. I pinched each hardened peak rolling them between my fingers. Her body trembled against me. I smiled against her back.
I bet I could make her come just by touching her nipples and kissing her back, but I wanted her to wait.

“Are you close?” I whispered against her back.

“Yes,” she breathlessly sighed. “I’m so ...”

“Don’t. Not yet.” I laughed when she groaned. “It will be worth it I promise.” I moved my hands from her breasts down the sides of her body to her hips. I brushed my hands over her belly, just above her mound. My fingers twitched just as I brushed the dusting of hair between her legs. As slowly as I could, I teased my finger down her center to her opening. She moved her legs further apart to accommodate my action. Christ she was so dripping wet that her thighs were dampened.
I’m never going to last at this rate. I’m going have to take her right now so that we can move back to her bed and use those fucking socks the way I have been planning since the first time I saw them.

“Olive,” I whispered as I moved up her back. “Take a step back and lean forward.” Thank God I had left a condom in my back pocket last night or I would have ruined this moment having to run to get one. “I can’t wait to take you back to that fucking bed and have my way with you, but if we go there now I’m not going to last. I need to be inside of you right now.”

“Okay,” she responded and without a second thought, she leaned forward over the counter in front of her. She reached her hand back and pulled me toward her. I quickly rolled the condom on and without hesitation rammed into her. “Oh shit, Olive I’m sorry. I just… Fuck… I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“More Murphy. I need more.”
Is she kidding?
I rammed her again and again. My balls were so tight it felt like they were going to explode.
She needs to come first. I need her to come.
I pulled her body back, so her breasts were in my hands again. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I felt her clench around my dick.
Christ she is killing me.
I had to keep my rhythm, but she …
ah, yes she is ready.
“Come with me Olive.” I pushed two more times and exploded as her whole body quivered. Without even noticing, we had slid to the floor with Olive planted in my lap and me still buried inside of her.