A Devilish Christmas (The Marchesi Family)

Like Devil had said, the sleigh crossed the field, then headed along a path in the woods. I wondered if the path had been used before tourism had picked up or if it had been created by the sleigh company because it couldn’t have looked more like we were headed into a quintessential winter wonderland. I was perfectly happy to accept the fiction that this was a natural path and I’d stepped back in time. I took a sip of my hot chocolate and was glad the cold whipped cream helped keep it from burning my tongue. Devil popped the lid off his so he could scoop out the cream with his tongue.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m fun.” He swiped his tongue over his lips, and I gave him a slow once-over.

“You sure are.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured to our surroundings once he’d replaced the lid on his cup.

I nodded, the snow was exactly what I’d longed for, and seeing it blanketing the forest floor and listening to the sleigh bells jingling and the runners swishing over the packed snow on the path was a dream come true. I didn’t even mind the gentle horses pulling us along. It was colder in the woods, but with Devil using his body and the blanket to create a warm cocoon for me, I was in heaven.

“You were right,” I murmured against his chest.

“That’s not something I hear often.”

“No, and don’t get used to it.”

He huffed. “What exactly are you admitting to me being right about?”

“The sleigh ride. I love it. We should take one every Christmas.”

“We will. It can be an anniversary tradition. You know we Marchesis are big on tradition.”

I did. His family could be a lot, but they cared for each other deeply, and tradition mattered to them. I wanted to be a part of that.

The ride continued through the woods. Devil held me close as we marveled at the beautiful snow-covered trees. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you when I get you back to the cabin and have you all alone at my mercy?”

Was he going to punish me after all? The thought had me hard instantly. “Tell me.”

“I’m going to strip you down, toss you on the bed, and fuck you so hard we might break that bed and have to replace it.”

Breaking the bed wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. When Devil and I let go, it could get dangerous. I wanted to let go with him when we got back to the cabin. I wanted to bite and scratch and mark him. “How much longer is this ride?”

Devil glanced at the time on his phone. “Not too long, but I bet I can make the time go faster.”

16

Devil

Joe stared at me skeptically. “What are you—”

I slid my hand over his abdomen, then skimmed over his cock, barely using any pressure at all.

“Devil, don’t.”

“You know you love it.” And I loved playing with fire. If the driver looked back at us, it would be obvious what we were doing. I didn’t know if he’d heard any of our conversation, but I didn’t care if he had. I’d tip him well enough for him to deal with whatever he saw and heard.

“Molesting me with that hat on is just… not right.”

“You mean you don’t have a Santa kink.”

“Jesus. No. Though if you keep wearing the hat and touching me like that, I might develop one.”

I used one finger to caress the ridge of his cock, and he hissed.

“Devil, it’s beautiful out here.” He waved his hands around as if I’d missed the snowy landscape. “I don’t want to miss—”

“You don’t have to miss a thing. Observe all the snow in front of us and let me get you ready for what I have planned for you.”

Joe let me toy with him for a few moments, but when I started sliding the base of my palm along his dick, he wrapped a hand around my wrist and squeezed until I let go. “You wanted a sleigh ride. Enjoy it.”

“I was.”

He rolled his eyes, then laid his head on my shoulder and wrapped the blanket more securely around us. I gave in. Holding Joe and keeping him warm was almost as good as making him come on a sleigh ride.

When we returned to the starting point of the ride, we hopped down from the sleigh, and I gave the driver what would likely be his biggest tip of the day.

As we headed back to the car, Joe pointed out a teenage girl selling wreaths at a table. “Do we need a wreath for the cabin?”

I smiled. “We absolutely do.” The girl seemed too young to be running the booth alone, and she was inadequately dressed for the weather. I wanted to make sure she was all right, and I was positive Joe did too.