Mistletoe Kisses

Ouch. That stings, but I know he meant it to, so I ignore the bite. “I don’t think I’d have any trouble satisfying you, Sir. I think you’ll find that as curious and open-minded as I can be academically… well, let’s just say that attitude probably extends to other areas, too.”

“You think so?”

A wave of uncertainty rocks my tummy, but I ignore the concern that I might’ve just challenged him. He only began this conversation wanting to scare me off, but now he might want to shock me.

“What if I have filthy interests, Noelle? The older a man gets, the more it takes to keep his interest. You’re young and inexperienced. A few flicks of the tongue and you’ll come on my face, but you might have to work harder for my cum, sweetheart.”

I can’t tell if it’s arousal or anxiety, but something twists in my gut. Judging by the throbbing between my legs, I think it’s mostly arousal. “I’m not afraid of hard work, Sir.”

There’s some movement, then he’s fisting my hair in his hand—hard. I gasp as he pulls me back roughly, trying to get my bearings as he drags me back toward his bed. My heart slams and I’m afraid I’ll trip, but he’s right behind me if I do.

Yanking me by the hair on my head, he throws me on the bed. I’m too alarmed not to show it, and I start to climb up on my elbows. Before I can, he grabs my hips and yanks my skirt down.

Holy shit. I feel my eyes widen, helpless as he climbs on the bed and prowls—there’s no other word for it, he prowls over me, like a famished lion with a helpless gazelle spread out before him.

It shouldn’t turn me on, him looking at me like I’m his next meal. It should probably scare me, and it does a little, but not enough to chicken out.

Cal climbs on top of me, his lusty gaze raking over my mostly exposed body. I’m down to my bra and panties, and I’m breathing so heavily from being scared that my breasts rise and fall rapidly, holding his attention.

I don’t know what he’ll do, but I’m not prepared for him to suddenly bury his face in my breasts, and I let out a little yelp. He kisses them roughly, quickly. He even bites, drawing another gasp of pained surprise out of me, then he’s turning me over on my stomach and his fingers are on the clasp of my bra.

My stomach does somersaults as I struggle to keep up. This isn’t going at all the way I thought it would, and I don’t know how far he’ll take this. I tell myself he can’t take it too far, because he’s the one who doesn’t want to fuck me. I came here prepared to give it up, so if he keeps playing chicken with me like this, he’s the one who’s going to lose.

I’m prepared to go all the way. He isn’t. He’s already shown his hand, so I feel a little more confident challenging him tonight, even though normally I wouldn’t.

As he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts, he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Tell me to stop, Noelle.”

I don’t say a word. I’m flipped onto my back again so he can pull my bra off, then he tosses it behind him, looking down at my bare breasts.

His blue eyes are heated, his features set in hard, unbending lines, like he would devour me in one bite if he could. He looks at me like I need to call him off now, otherwise it’ll be too late and he’ll pound my ass into the bed. It’s a wordless threat, but I know he won’t see it through.

Rather than object and bail like a scared little virgin, I reach down and start to push off my panties. Cal’s eyes snap to the scrap of lace. I think he means to do something to stop me, but as I push the panties down, he’s more invested in having a peek.

I feel nervous and sexy at the same time as I wiggle my hips and push the panties lower, revealing my bare pussy for his hungry eyes.

His jaw locks at the sight of it, like it makes him angry how much he wants it. Now that I’ve revealed the goods, he loses his patience and pushes my hands away, fisting my panties in one hand and yanking them off more aggressively.

“That was a very foolish thing to do,” he tells me, tossing the panties on the floor and clasping a hand around my thigh. He yanks me sideways and grabs the other thigh, holding both open so he can get a better look at my pussy.

I flush clear down to my toes, lying here completely naked with my legs spread while he just looks at me. He studies my pussy like he’s trying to figure it out. After a moment, he looks tempted to lean forward and have a taste, but since he doesn’t, I can feel his probing stare like I’d feel his finger. Self-consciousness takes

over and I try to wiggle free, but his fingers only dig into my soft flesh harder to keep me still.

“Please.”

The word slips out of me, and his gaze snaps to mine. A cold, detached flash of victory flits across his face, like he won a battle he knew he’d win, but hoped he’d lose. “Please, what?”

Please let me go.

I refuse to say that. I refuse to be the one to back down. Rather than fold, I up the ante.

“Please fuck my pussy, Sir.”

Chapter Nine

Noelle

His grip on me tightens until it hurts, his nails biting into my skin. I don’t think it’s intentional at all, but he’s staring at me like I’ve just turned him to stone, and I have to swallow down the urge to take it all back.