time, and then he helps me sit up so he can unhook my bra strap with one hand. He pulls it off, tosses it to the floor, and lavishes my breasts with attention, sucking on one for a few beats while he palms the other and switching back and forth. All I can do is lean back and moan as I give into the sweet pleasure.
He trails a hand down my torso, pops the button on my jeans, and slides his hand down, cupping me over my silky panties with a sexy groan, and then he reaches in and slides a finger into me.
Oh God.
My eyes roll back as he pulls his finger out and slides it back in, his mouth back on my breast, and if it was any other guy I don’t know if it would all feel this good...but it’s not, it’s Prince Todd Charming, the guy I’ve had a crush on for a year, the guy who has feelings for me, too, the guy who wasn’t just my Secret Santa but also my secret admirer, and now this is actually happening.
My moans get a little louder as I feel the buzz of an impending climax already starting to crash into me. I wrestle with the button on his jeans because I want in his pants, too. He stops fingering me only to help me with his jeans. A true gentleman, he even pulls himself out for me.
Whoa.
He’s big. And thick. And hard.
Really hard.
All the coherent thoughts leave my being entirely as cavewoman urges take over. I’ve always thought he was hot, but this is something else entirely. It’s carnal need, like I won’t be satisfied until that is up in here.
I stroke him a few times, and he closes his eyes with a grunt, and then he pulls back. He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom, and he looks at me with a silent question in his eyes. I nod quickly, giving the green light that I want this, too, and he rips the packet and rolls it on before I even have time to say fuck yes, I’m ready to romp.
He leaves his jeans on but helps me out of mine. I’m still lying back on his couch, and now I’m completely naked except for the fuzzy socks he gave me, which I leave on because hello, it’s winter in Chicago.
He hovers over me, kisses me again, and then he slides into me, and it’s even better than every fantasy I ever had, better than every time I touched myself imagining it was the object of my crush, better than I could have dreamed.
He pumps into me, our bodies syncing together in a rhythm of total need and want and desire, and he leans down to catch one of my nipples in his mouth. It’s all too much. He’d already gotten me three-quarters of the way there, and now with the sensations he’s driving into me down below paired with my breast in his mouth and the sounds of our sex and his grunts and the crackle of the fireplace, I fly over the edge into a brutal orgasm.
He continues pumping into me as he keeps sucking on my nipple, and mere moments later, his body stiffens and he growls out a sexy little noise as he flies into his own release.
And then it’s all over much too quickly. We both come back down from the climax and he slips out of me. He helps me relocate my clothes along with his own, and we get dressed. He shows me to the restroom, where I take a minute to clean up, and then I glance at myself in the mirror. Fluffy hair, flushed cheeks, swollen lips stretching into a wide smile...yeah, I definitely look like I just got laid.
When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s all cleaned up, too, and sitting on the couch with his beer. He hands me a bag, and I read the label on it.
“Clandestine?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
He shrugs. “I figured it wasn’t appropriate for the office Secret Santa, but if we need to prove they have classy products, then we should probably take them for a test drive.”
I laugh, and he shrugs innocently, and then I pull out a lacy red negligee and thong. “Totally classy,” I say.
We spend the rest of our holiday break test driving lingerie from Clandestine, getting to know each other, and putting on action movies with the