The Kringle Girls - Collection (4 page)

She
knew she was blushing, but David only smiled and pulled her a little closer.

“Like?”

“We
hardly know each other.”

“You’re
Holly Kringle, you’ve been teaching my son for four months and he adores you.
You like old movies, snow globes, and showtunes. I’m a doctor in an
understaffed hospital. I can’t cook but I’m learning, I hate mushrooms on my
pizza, I like to run, and I haven’t been with anyone since my wife left me
eight months ago.”

“I’m
a teacher. You’re the parent of one of my students. It’s not a good idea.”

“Who
would it hurt? Besides, it’s Christmas. And you came here to deliver a present
for Henry. Don’t I get a present, too?” he teased, sneakily sliding his hands
around her waist.

“That’s
not for me to say.”

“You’re
Santa’s daughter. Wouldn’t you know if I were on the Naughty List?”

“You’re
not on the Naughty List.”

“I
could be with a little motivation,” he murmured, and bent his head to cruise
his lips along her throat.

Holly’s
knees buckled slightly, but David only chuckled and tugged her dress off one
shoulder so he could taste her collarbone.

“I
don’t think I can do a one-night stand, David,” Holly whispered, though her
body was screaming to her that
oh yes, she could.

David
pulled back to look at her.

“Me
neither. But doesn’t this feel like it was meant to be?”

“That
could just be the elves and my mother playing Cupid.” Holly narrowed her eyes
suspiciously. “You haven’t accepted any candy from weird little children with
pointed ears tonight, have you?”

“Here’s
a plan,” said David, but trailed off as he went back to exploring her throat
with his mouth. Holly tried not to melt as he gently bit down on the muscle
between her neck and shoulder.

“The
plan?” Holly managed, hoarse.

“Yes,
the plan. Tonight, let’s forget that this is really our second date.”

“Second?”

“I
think the community center counts as a first date. I did get to second base.”

Fair
enough.

Holly’s
eyes rolled back as he reminded her with a hand on her breast, slowly stroking
her tight nipple through the thin fabric of bra and dress.

“So,
we forget that this is our second date, and I’ll spread a quilt out by the fire
and let you take advantage of me. All night long.”

“How
generous of you.”

“And
then tomorrow we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled order of things and
start dating like a normal couple.”

A
couple.
Holly
wasn’t sure what she thought about that, but the first part sounded good. She
could feel herself being seduced, and was surprised that it didn’t bother her
more. In one night, her normal little world could change, but all she could
think about right now was David’s body against her, hot and tight. Oh, how she
wanted that.

David
nipped her earlobe, and murmured, “Let me fuck you, Holly Kringle. Please.”

The
rough words were shocking, but Holly was done arguing with herself. She slid
her hands up David’s chest, pushing the open shirt off his shoulders, and then
reached up to capture his mouth with her own.

DAVID
BARELY HAD THE presence of mind to pull away long enough to grab a couple of
pillows and the thick quilt draped over the back of the couch and spread them
out on the rug in front of the fireplace. Holly still looked like she was
debating the merits of the plan, but she kicked off her shoes, leaving her to
fidget in stocking-clad feet. She wasn’t going to run.

“First
I’m going to see if you taste as fucking good as you smell. All over.” He
watched her eyes widen as David declared his intentions.

He
didn’t give her time to talk herself out of it, but grabbed two handfuls of the
soft blue jersey and pulled her dress up, peeling it off and tossing it toward
the couch, leaving Holly standing in his living room in nothing but a black
lace bra that cupped her breasts with a lover’s touch, those black garters that
turned him into a big dumb oaf, and a tiny little scrap of lace that barely
covered the lush folds of her pussy.

All
the air left David’s lungs in a
whoosh.

Holly
Kringle was stunning, all lush curves and creamy, lickable skin.

She
blushed under his gaze, but let him look his fill.

“Should
we be down here? What if Henry wakes up?”

“The
kid sleeps like a rock. And his floor creaks. We’ll hear him if he gets up.”

David
could see that Holly was still nervous, so he kept his touch gentle as he eased
her to the quilt, the firelight picking up the red glints in her hair as it
fanned out around her. He settled over her, and her legs parted automatically
to cradle his hips, just as they had on the couch. This time, however, there
was even less fabric between them, and the sensation of her heat and softness
against his hard cock pulled a groan from David’s chest and a gasp from Holly’s
throat as her arms came up to grip his biceps. Her skin was warm silk, her eyes
wide and filled with shy hunger, and her pussy liquid heat against him.

Fuck
, she made his head spin.

He
lowered his head to nip her lower lip, and then sank in as her mouth opened to
welcome him in. David pressed deep, wet kisses on her until he felt her
straining up for more, her hands exploring the muscles of his back and her hips
rocking her lace-covered pussy against the ridge of his dick in a way that
threatened to fry what few brain cells he had left.

“Touch
me,” she murmured, tearing her mouth away from his.

David
grinned and tugged one bra strap down, following its path along her
cinnamon-scented skin with his lips. He slid a hand under her and deftly
unhooked her bra.

“You’re
pretty good at that,” Holly said, breathless.

“That’s
nothing. Lesson one in the teen guy textbook.”

“There’s
a textbook?”

“Sure.
Chapter One is all bras.”

He
tugged the cups away, leaving her tits gloriously bare. Holly was blushing
again, all the way to a pair of ripe cherry nipples atop luscious mounds.

“What
does the textbook say about these?” She whispered the provocative words as he
traced her breast with a reverent finger and a feather touch, awed as
goosebumps rose in his wake and her already hard nipple tightened even further.

“Oh,
sweetheart. This is advanced learning.”

David
dropped a gentle kiss on each rosy nub, and she made the sweetest whimper as he
tugged one into his mouth to suck.

Cinnamon
and sugar, God help me.

Holly
was still rocking against him, her pussy damp and delicious against his
stomach, her movements becoming increasingly jerky as he nibbled and licked,
pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth. David was sure she was
unaware of the hot little noises she made as he lost himself in her generous
tits. When he finally let her go, her eyes were unfocused and her lush body
tense with arousal. He started kissing his way down her stomach, the scent of
cinnamon and sugar swirling in his head.

“Wait,
you shouldn’t….I can’t…” Holly fidgeted under him, uncertain.

“I’ve
been dying for this,” David assured her, kissing his way along the lace band of
her garter belt as her stomach fluttered under his touch. “Do you know what
it’s like to get through a parent-teacher conference wondering what it would
take to get you to let me spread you out on the desk and taste this sweet
pussy?”

Sweet,
bare pussy,
he
amended as he pulled the lacy panel aside to expose the succulent flesh
beneath, rosy and glistening, her hard little clit peeking out, begging for his
mouth.
Thank you.

“Merry
Christmas to me,” he muttered, breathing in the scent of her arousal, sweet and
spicy as pumpkin pie.

Holly
was still nervous, her hands on his shoulders, as though she might push him
away.

Experimentally,
David traced the sweet cleft with his tongue, his dick throbbing as her taste
exploded in his mouth. She squeaked and clutched at his hair, and he smiled as
he spread her further with his shoulders.

“Do
you want me to lick you?” David couldn’t resist torturing her a little bit,
nuzzling her clit while his mouth watered for her.

“Yes,”
she whispered, panting.

“Sorry,
I didn’t quite catch that.”

David
caught one garter in his teeth and snapped it against her thigh, and then
soothed the spot with his tongue.

“I
– I want you to lick me.” The words were ripped from her, and the surge of heat
that coursed through his body was white hot and
delicious.

So
was the feeling of Holly’s fingers against his scalp as he bent to the task,
flicking her clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She bucked
against him.

“Mmm…I
hope you’re comfortable,” he murmured, sliding his tongue through her folds to
tease her opening, hot and slick and unbelievably addictive, “This might take a
while.”

THIS
WAS SO NAUGHTY
,
Holly thought to herself. She vaguely registered the sharp jerk of lace and
then her ripped panties were landing somewhere over by her dress as David treated
her pussy like his own personal candy store, licking and suckling with
scrupulous attention to detail. As her body overflowed with pleasure, he ate
her pussy like he was starving for her taste, spreading her further with slick
fingers, determined to drive her stark, raving mad with his mouth.

“If
he’s as good with his cock as he is with his tongue…”

She
couldn’t finish the thought because two thick digits sliding into her sheath
fractured her thoughts into a million,
oh-God-that’s-so-fucking-good
pieces.
The sound she made as pleasure raked over every inch of her body was
humiliatingly loud.

“Like
that, sweetheart?”

He
was fucking her now, his fingers scissoring gently, stretching her as his mouth
started to build her up again, and pushing her higher and higher.

One
night isn’t going to be enough, s
he
thought, but before the realization could send her into a panic, she came
again, desperately trying to hold her cries back as the pleasure crashed over
her in a searing wave.

“Beautiful,”
David breathed, “I could watch you come for me all night.”

He
knelt up between her thighs, all muscles and warm golden skin, and Holly’s
mouth went dry as he slowly pushed his soft pajama bottoms down, freeing his
cock, which was deliciously big and impressively thick, with a rosy cap, rising
from a trimmed thatch of hair.
God, he was the beautiful one.
David’s
jaw was tight, his muscles rigid with tension, and his balls drawn up as he
gripped the hard shaft and stroked, and then rubbed the crown against her
still-throbbing pussy. She whimpered as pleasure and heat jolted through her at
the deliciously dirty friction.

“I
want to feel you inside me. All of it.” She couldn’t help the words, squirming
restlessly on the blanket, feeling like she might self-combust despite her
recent release. He just made her want more and more and more.

“Lick
my pussy, fill me with cock. So demanding.” He smiled, teasing, but then the
expression froze on his face. “Fuck. My condoms are upstairs.”

“I’m
on the Pill,” Holly breathed, “and I’m safe, I swear.”

“I’m
clean,” promised David, “I haven’t slept with anyone since Linda, and I have to
get tested regularly anyway. Hospital policy.”

“Then
what are you waiting for?”

Impatient,
Holly sat up and leaned forward to press heated kisses against his abs, tasting
his navel before licking a path up to nibble one flat nipple. David groaned as
her lips reached his collarbone and her hands explored the contours of his hard
thighs. One slid around to cup the muscles of his ass while the other found his
cock and
squeezed
. The sound he made was so lovely, she bent to place a
rewarding kiss on the wide head, lingering to taste. And taste some more.

“Are
you trying to kill me?” He rocked into her grip, shuddering at the sensation,
and then reluctantly pulled his cock out of the wet haven of her mouth.

Holly
expected him to lay her back and come over her, but in an impressive show of
strength, he grabbed her by the waist and settled her thighs on either side of
his as he sat back on his heels.

“Put
your arms around me,” he ordered, and she did, the press of his body against
hers almost criminally good, his heartbeat strong against her breasts.

Effortlessly,
David lifted her, fitting the head of his cock to her folds, which were so wet,
she thought she might drown them both in an embarrassing flood of lust. She was
acutely aware of his hard muscled body and physical strength as he gripped her
hips and slowly lowered her down on his dick.