All She Wants for XXX-Mas: An Erotic Christmas Romance Story (2 page)

Just at that moment, still holding her by the wrist, the confidence in Michael’s eyes returned. The corner of his mouth curled up in a crooked smile, the type of smile that could send a girl’s stomach into fits.

“Thanks, Christie,” said Michael. “I knew you’d understand.” He pulled her in closer, and gave her a hug. He was a good six inches taller than she was, and her face hit his chest. Christie gasped. She loved the way he smelled: clean and masculine, with a hint of cologne on his body. She pulled away before she melted.

She looked up into his face, trying hard not to betray the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling. He was still wearing that same damn smile.

“Don’t mention it!” she said breathlessly, and flashed a quick, nervous smile of her own back at him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She hurried back inside, her mind racing and her heart pounding.

Christie didn’t quite know what had just happened. She didn’t know which way was up, down, or sideways, for that matter. All she knew was that the warmth from Michael’s touch was still lingering on her skin, and that her face was still flushed and buzzing with pleasure.

Yeah, okay, so maybe her crush on Michael was bigger-than-slight.

When she got back into the office, Christie had to pause for a minute to catch her breath.
Wow
, she thought. It was the only word her mind could articulate at the moment.
Wow, wow, wow.

After she had a second to compose herself, she looked around to make sure no one had been watching. Of course, the office was still totally empty. Christie didn’t know why she felt so guilty all of a sudden. Even if someone had seen the exchange she’d just had with Michael, so what? There was nothing wrong with an innocent hug.

But still – the charge she’d gotten when he’d held her… that wasn’t something easily forgotten, something you could just ignore.

Christie decided the best thing to do was to head to the bathroom, splash some water on her face, and try to get a hold of herself. If she had any hope of getting any work done at all today, she had to try and shake all thoughts of Michael out of her mind.

That was easier said than done, of course. When she entered the bathroom and caught a look at herself in the mirror, she realized how flushed her cheeks were. Not only that, she could see – and suddenly, feel – that her nipples were un-ignorably aroused, sticking out noticeably from under her sweater.
Oh my God,
Christie thought to herself. What if Michael had seen that?

She copped a quick feel of herself, verifying what she already knew. Hard as ice. And just like ice, the mere sensation of her bra rubbing against her aroused nipples sent a shivering chill down her spine.

Christie bit her lip. She glanced at the clock: still just 9:30 in the morning. Did she have time to do what she was thinking about doing? There was still at least half an hour before Alice showed up, and she knew no one would enter the women’s bathroom to disturb her.

Before she’d even fully made up her mind, Christie’s hand had found its way between her legs. She began touching herself through her jeans.

“Mmm,” she groaned. She couldn’t believe how horny she was. She’d never been so turned on from something as simple as a hug before. Not even Steve had held that power over her.

As she rubbed with her right hand, the fingertips of her left began undoing the button of her jeans. She pulled down the zipper and snuck a hand beneath her underwear, closing her eyes. She was already sopping wet, and her fingers slid inside herself easily. Her knees buckled as the sweet, gratifying pleasure flowed through her. She steadied herself with one hand on the bathroom sink.

Just as she began to really get into it, she heard the creak of the outer bathroom door. It gave her the shock of her life. Her eyes flew wide open, and she jumped up in panic. She knew she had about two seconds before the person came in and saw what was going on. In one fluid motion, Christie pulled her pants closed, straightened her blouse, and for some reason decided to turn on the hot water faucet. She turned to face the mirror.

The interior door opened slowly, and she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She looked into the mirror and gasped.

It was Michael.

Before her next thought had time to even register, Michael had crossed the small bathroom in two long strides and put his hand on her shoulder. With his left hand, he covered her mouth – a good thing, too, because Christie was so shocked that she was liable to let out a scream.

“Shh,” he said, looking into her eyes through the mirror. She gazed back at him, dumbstruck like a deer in headlights. She didn’t know what he was doing in here, or what he wanted. She didn’t even know if she liked it or not. But she knew she was about to find out.

“Can you breathe?” asked Michael. Christie nodded.

“Are you going to scream?” he asked. She shook her head.

“Okay, then,” he said, and released his hand from her mouth while keeping his right hand firmly on her shoulder. The hot water was still running; he reached around her and turned it off. She tried to spin around and face him, but he grabbed her and held her in place. She could feel the heat from his body behind her. The whole time this was happening, he never took his eyes off her reflection in the mirror.

“Michael, what are you—” began Christie, but that was as far as she got. He bent down and kissed her neck, softly, in the delicate spot between her chin and her shoulder. Christie gasped in surprise and pleasure. It felt like heaven. She closed her eyes. He pulled her closer against him, and she leaned back into his broad, muscular body. She realized, with surprise, that she could feel his erection pressing into her.

From that point forward, few words were exchanged between them. Michael preferred to let his fingers do the talking. Still kissing her neck, he pressed his hand against her crotch and began to rub Christie through her jeans, just as she’d been doing a few moments before. But while Christie had been touching herself with the urgent, frantic pace of a woman in heat, Michael was using slow, firm, deliberate strokes. It was driving her crazy, and they both knew it. She bucked and squirmed in his grasp.

Michael unzipped her jeans, still not speaking a word. He took his time, obviously enjoying having Christie right where he wanted her, powerless to resist. He lifted his mouth from her neck and brought it up to her ear. As his fingers slid down beneath her panties, he exhaled deeply, his hot breath giving her goosebumps all down her body. She moaned.

His fingers spread into a V and moved down the sides of her vagina, just brushing the outer lips. As he brought them back up, his middle finger moved over her clit, just for a second before moving away. The anticipation was killing her. Michael watched her reaction in the mirror as he sent shockwaves coursing through her body. Her eyes begged him to go further, but he stubbornly kept up this game of tension and release.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of teasing, his fingers found her clit and stayed there, moving steadily back and forth. Christie moaned again as the first hints of an orgasm began to build inside her. Her legs went weak, and it was getting hard to stay standing. If he hadn’t been holding her so forcefully, she would have fallen over onto the floor.

With his left hand, Michael reached up and grabbed her breast, a bit roughly. Christie whimpered. She realized she had no idea what Michael was capable of doing to her. She’d never known him to act like this, and there was no telling what he might do now. She had a dim flash of concern – but it was only momentary, because the sensations coming from between her legs made it impossible to focus on anything else. Before she knew it, he’d pulled her sweater and bra up over her left breast and was fondling it from below.

She caught a look at herself in the mirror: she looked like a porn star.
This can’t be happening
, she thought to herself.
I’m going to wake up any second.
But she wasn’t sleeping, and her body felt more alive than it had ever been. The orgasm was coming on fast now, and she was getting close to the point of no return.

As if Michael could sense her rising orgasm, he began to focus all his attention on her clit, his strokes getting more and more rhythmic. She let go of any shred of resistance remaining in her mind, and gave herself over completely to the intensifying pleasure. She was getting close now. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and she lost all control over her voice. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” she kept repeating. “Yeah, just like that. Touch me like that.”

Suddenly, the floodgates burst inside her, and her whole body tensed up in ecstasy. The next few seconds were a blur. She knew she came, hard, and she knew she grabbed Michael’s thighs as her body convulsed. But as the orgasm tore through her, the world outside her body disappeared. The orgasm seemed to last forever, as wave after wave of sensation came pulsing through her body. She heard a low, guttural noise that sounded like it was coming from somewhere else. It was only as she began to return to Earth that she realized the noise had come from within her.

Michael stopped moving his hands as the orgasm left her, but he kept them firmly in place for a few seconds, allowing her to hold on to the moment for as long as possible. Finally, she loosened her grip on him, and collapsed into his body. He could have thrown her over his shoulder at that moment and carried her off, and she wouldn’t have been able to resist.

And just like that, it was over. Michael released her from his arms, and she took a wobbly step backwards on weakened knees. With his mouth open, he kissed her neck again gently in the same spot as before. One brief kiss, just enough to make her whimper. He looked at her face in the mirror; they locked eyes for a second. His expression seemed to be saying something, but Christie didn’t know what.

Without another word, he walked back out through the door and was gone.

In an instant, Christie’s post-orgasmic bliss turned to utter confusion, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. She knew she’d enjoyed it, but what about Michael? Why would he come in and overtake her like that, all of a sudden, and then just disappear without a word? Did he have some ulterior motive, some hidden agenda?

Suddenly she felt exhausted – physically, mentally, and emotionally. There were too many questions, and she just didn’t have the answers at this point.

But Christie was sure of two things: one, she’d come harder than she had in weeks. Her legs were still shaking from the aftermath. And two, she knew she and Michael had just crossed a line together – and there was no turning back from it now.

Christie turned on the hot water faucet again, and did her best to straighten herself up again as the water heated. If she’d been home, she would have taken a long, hot shower, probably followed by a nap. But she was at work, unfortunately, and would have to make do with what she had.

She lathered up her hands with soap, and cupped them under the almost-too-hot water from the faucet. She pressed her hands against her face and slowly rubbed the warm, soapy water into her skin. It felt great. After an intense orgasm like the one she’d just had, Christie always felt a little fragile, a little delicate. The soothing comfort of a warm-water facial was a welcome treat.

Christie washed the last of the soap from her face, careful not to open her eyes. She turned the water as cold as it would go, and splashed some onto her forehead, recoiling a little as the ice-cold water touched her skin. It was the perfect way to chase away the mental fog she was feeling and shock her back into reality.

She gripped the edges of the sink with both hands and just stood there for a minute, letting the water drip down off her face and down the strain. She opened her eyes, tentatively, and blinked several times. She turned off the water and shook her head back and forth.

Okay,
she thought.
What the
fuck
just happened?

She looked up at herself in the mirror, where not five minutes ago she’d gotten a first-hand view of herself being taken by the man she desired. Her hair was totally disheveled, and her makeup had come off. She looked like she’d been out all night. How was she going to face Rick now, after he’d seen her looking so put-together earlier?