“Breathe sweetheart. God, you feel so good…tight, hot…wet.” The soft words were whispered against her ear as he leaned forward. The solid muscles of his chest enveloped her in warmth as he reached around to cup a breast. She murmured in pleasure and closed her eyes. His hand was large. Warm. Gentle fingertips stroked over her nipple, caressing and peaking it. Without thinking, she arched forward, pressing into his hand to beg for more. The movement changed the angle of their hips and shifted the seating of his cock deep within, as the rigid shaft rubbing against her inner walls.
Heat and pleasure exploded within her, ripping through every cell in her body and igniting a need to move. Rhod’s groan echoed hers, and he pulled back until he was almost out of her. Then he surged back in, faster than before. She gasped and dug her fingers into the rug, holding on as he did it again and again.
He built up a hard rhythm, powering in and out of her like a locomotive. Eager for everything he could give her, she wriggled her ass and thrust back against him. She needed this. Wanted it. Wanted more. Harder.
“Please…” she begged, dropping to rest on her elbows as his hands smoothed down the sides of her thighs. What she was begging for she wasn’t sure…she just needed more. Of everything.
“I got you, sweetheart.”
One hand changed direction, smoothing up and over her ass, then slid around her hip and between her legs. She bit her lip as he slid clever fingers between her pussy lips and located her clit. Not teasing now, he played her body with the finesse of a master musician, making it reach for notes she didn’t know existed.
Tension built from a simmer, settling low in her groin and reaching out aching fingers through her body to her pussy and her clit. With each circle of Rhod’s finger, each flick over her clit and solid thrust of his cock into her pussy, he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Then, with a gasp she was there, standing on the very precipice.
“Fuuuck, yeah. That’s it,” he groaned, driving into her so hard that his balls slapped against her. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
The dirty talk and the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her did it. With a cry she let go, falling over the edge and into the abyss below. Sheer ecstasy blazed through her, burning away everything else until she could do nothing but react to each wave as it hit her, buffeting her body and energizing her. Rhod swore as her hips bucked. Her pussy clenched tightly, his cock gripped and caressed by her strong vaginal muscles. His thrusts became harder and faster as he sought his own release until, with a cry, he slammed into her one last time and stiffened.
A moan left her lips as his cock jerked and pulsed against her cervix, throbbing in climax. For a second she resented the thin layer of the condom between them, wanting to feel the hot jet of his seed as he came, but she put the thought aside as he collapsed over her.
Using his arm to brace himself, he planted a kiss on her shoulder and then blew out a shaky breath. “I think that’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.”
“Really? I think we could do better.” A smile curved her lips and she wriggled her ass against him. “Wanna help me test that theory?”
Chapter Five
“You’re playing Santa? You?” Rhod couldn’t help it, amusement bubbled up from the centre of his being and escaped from his lips in a deep, rumbling laugh that had more of a hint of ‘ho ho ho’ about it.
Stone, standing by the window in Candy’s office at the Chapel Community Centre, just glared. His jaw worked as he looked at the bundle of red fabric in his hands.
“Yeah, thanks mate. You take the piss all you like,” the werewolf groused as he held up the suit.
Rhod managed to restrain his snigger. Only just. The whole sorry thing looked like something from a bad fancy dress costume…or worse, a stripper’s outfit. “Red velour. That is so you. You should be on the stage…wait, is there a thong with it? Santa stripper, I can see it now. Might wanna shave beforehand though. Last I heard, the ladies didn't dig the hairy look.”
Stone shot him a look that would have frozen ice. “Fuck. You.”
“I told you before. You gotta chat me up…lay the charm on…and you might be in with a chance.” Rhod leaned his ass back against the edge of Candy’s desk and folded his arms. The broad grin didn’t leave his face, it just grew wider.
“Laugh it up bud…” Stone warned in an ominous voice as he looked through the glass of the door into the hall beyond. Candy and Eloise were in the middle of the floor directing a gaggle of children in putting Christmas decorations up. Until they’d arrived here this morning, Rhod had had no idea that Stone’s mate knew Candy. From the surprised look on his face, it had been news to Stone as well.