Elves with Benefits (Reindeer Falls)

Okay, yes, I’ll admit, I’ve busted this set out in June. But that’s not the point.

I’m wearing festive underwear in front of a Scrooge. A hot Scrooge, but a Scrooge nonetheless.

“You naughty elf,” he says, leaning down to nip at my neck as he rolls my tights down my legs. I don’t know when I kicked off my shoes. Probably sometime around when he lifted me up.

“I know you probably don’t—”

“Oh, no,” he interrupts. “I’m into it. I had no idea holiday lingerie was a thing until this moment, but I’m on board.” He’s sorta laughing, but he’s also still removing my tights so I decide it’s a positive laugh.

I’m about to question him on it to be sure when he pulls me closer. His mouth captures mine as, with his other hand, he gingerly unhooks my bra. The movement’s so fast that I barely have time to breathe before he’s set me back down, his lips now trailing kisses down my neck.

My hips are already making greedy little bucking motions as one of his hands reaches under my unhooked bra and palms my breast. His hands are warm and large and surprisingly a little callused, as if he uses them for more than drafting on a computer. The calluses feel insanely erotic if I’m being honest. I’m moaning without meaning to as he tugs my bra off with one hand, freeing my breasts so that his mouth can dip lower and lower.

“Ryan—”

But the words die on my lips as he flicks my nipple with his tongue. It’s a warning for me to shut up and enjoy, and I decide, for once, to listen.

He smirks at my obedience, snaking a hand down between my legs as his mouth covers my nipple, tongue swirling around it. I’ve lost the ability for speech by the time his thumb finds my clit and matches the swirling motion over my panties.

“How many sets like this do you have?” he asks, looking down at my panties with a bemused expression. “No.” He shakes his head, interrupting himself. “Don’t tell me.”

Like I could. I’m incapable of using any words at present except Ryan, more, please. Because he’s slipped his hand under my panties and slid a thick finger inside of me.

“So wet, Maggie. You’re going to destroy these naughty little panties of yours.”

I moan at his words and his touch. And he moves his mouth back to mine, kissing, kissing, kissing, while he fucks me with his hand.

But it’s not enough. I need him.

“I told you what I wanted,” I say, not caring that I sound bossy. “Are you going to give it to me or what?”

He grins, but his expression is pure lust. For me. “You really are a naughty little elf.”

I lick my lips as he stands up from the bed, one hand moving to undo his belt. Even through the denim, I can see his erection straining against the fabric. Throbbing for me.

There’s enough moonlight to illuminate the room through the window, casting Ryan in a kind of glow. The light shimmers as he unzips his pants and lets them drop to the ground. Then he tugs off his shirt, rewarding me with a view of his well-toned abs.

But there’s still one thing I want to see.

“Those too,” I tell him, gesturing at his boxer briefs.

I swallow as he tugs off his briefs and lets them fall to the floor. His length springs forward, longer and thicker and fuller than I could’ve dreamed, and my eyes are glued to it—to him—as he crawls back onto the bed.

“This bossy shit is so hot when you’re not ticketing me,” he tells me, moving over me, a condom from his wallet in hand.

My mouth’s gone dry at the sight of him, at the reality of him naked on top of me. I can’t resist. I reach out and take him in my hand, feeling how hard he is, and relish the moan he lets out at my touch.

“Jesus Christ, Maggie,” he says, voice strained and gruff.

I squeeze him harder, rolling my thumb over the tip of him. He jerks forward in my hand, and even if he was trying to play it cool earlier, I can tell he’s ready to spill over with want for me.

Literally.

“I want you,” I say. “I want you inside of me now.”

He looks at me, eyes bold and beautiful and searching. Like he wants to tell me something, but there’s nothing I want to be told right now. I don’t want to hear that I’m cute or adorable or the kind of girl you take home to Mom.

Thankfully, he doesn’t say any of those things. He just rips the condom wrapper with his teeth. Then, freeing it from the package, he slides it over the full length of him as I watch, hungry.