Santa's Secret Baby

I didn't want Chris to get into an altercation because of me, even though he looks like he can handle himself. He’s a little over six foot tall and looks like he works out. Isaac is still bigger, and there’s no missing something simmering under his skin right now. He’s pissed. He might have every right to be, and this is my mess, not Chris’s. I don't want to make it messier than it already is, and I also don't want to cause another scene.

“Isaac.” I place my hand on his arm, over his tux. “Please.” I look up at him and then put my other hand on his chest, trying to get his attention. He looks like he’s about to explode, but finally I feel his eyes on me as I turn to Chris. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, and when Isaac starts to lift his head, I dig my fingers into him, keeping his attention.

“Yes, Isaac and I need to talk.” That is an understatement. “I’ll see you out there.”

“All right.” He finally gives in, but I hear the hesitation in his voice. I have no doubt that if I don’t come out of here soon, Chris will come back to check on things.

I don’t take my eyes off Isaac as Chris leaves the room, and it’s utterly silent until the snick of the door closing echoes in the quiet room.

When I open my mouth, nothing comes out, and just when I realize I don’t know what to say, his lips are on mine. The shock of him kissing me is fleeting, and before I tell my body how to react, I’m kissing him back. He growls into my mouth, and the sound travels through my whole body. When I try to get closer, he’s already grabbing me and lifting me off my feet. I gasp as he pins me to the wall, and he uses the opening to sweep his tongue into my mouth. God, it feels so damn good that I never want it to stop. I’ve dreamed of this for years, but my memory didn’t do it justice. This, this is why I fell into bed so easily the first time. One touch, and I’m done for.

His mouth leaves mine as he kisses lower and goes for my neck. Faster than I can think, he pins both of my hands over my head with one of his while the other starts to pull up my dress.

It’s happening again, and I don’t try to stop it.

It feels too good being close to him and having his body pressed against mine. Every inch of me is starved for attention, and he’s eager to feed me. In one hard pull, my panties are torn from my body, and heat flashes like fire between my legs. Holy hell.

“Wet,” he says against the skin on my neck before he bites down on me.

I cry out and jerk against him as his hand cups my sex and spreads my folds. The pleasure with a bit of pain is sending me higher and higher. I need it.

“Was this for him?”

I push myself into his hand, needing him to do something, but he’s stopped. My clit throbs with the beat of my heart, and all I need is one little touch to get me off. I don’t know how Isaac does this to me, but I would swear my body knows it belongs to him and no other. Why else has it only ever craved this one man?

“Answer me,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Was this for him?”

“Who?” I have no idea what he’s asking.

“You’re wet. Was it for him or me?” I stare at him, but only a whimper of need leaves my lips. “It doesn’t matter. It’s mine now. Every drop.”

He releases his hold on me, and I begin to protest, thinking he’s stopping, but he only drops to his knees in front of me. He grabs the backs of my knees and tosses my legs over his shoulders before he buries his face between my thighs.

“Isaac!” I cry out, digging my fingers into his hair, and he devours me like a starved man.

I try and fight my orgasm off, not wanting to cum already, but my body is betraying me. It’s too fast, too hot, too damn good that I can’t hold back. My climax is as greedy as his mouth, and my hips thrust as I hump his face. Shame has left my body, and I grab his hair with both hands, pushing his face closer to me.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I lose the fight. The orgasm bursts through me, and I cum so hard black spots dance in my eyes, my legs giving out. I don’t know what’s happening as the tidal wave of pleasure takes me under, but somewhere in the back of my mind I feel Isaac keeping me pinned to the wall.