Mistress Christmas (8 page)

Just when Holly knew she couldn’t take any more, just when she suspected her knees would give out, Nick curled one meaty hand around her hip and impaled her.

The gag kept her from crying out.

Slam. Retreat. Slam. Retreat. Slam. Retreat.

Nick fucked her like he meant to imprint her body with the force of his. Hard. Relentless. No words. No sounds except for the
slap slap slap
of his hips connecting with her buttocks and his male grunts.

Wiggling had no effect. He was one hundred percent in charge of her pleasure. She couldn’t verbalize her needs. She couldn’t touch herself to hasten the race to orgasm. She couldn’t even squeeze her legs together and increase the friction where she most needed it.

Without faltering in his rhythm, Nick slid his hand over her hip and began to lightly stroke her clit, which was in direct opposition to the unyielding way his cock rammed into her.

The contrasts were as staggering as the realization that in just a few short hours he’d established his mastery of her body.

When that deceptively gentle rubbing on her clit unleashed her orgasm like a tidal wave, he fisted his free hand in her hair, loosening the gag. “Now let me hear you.”

She released her pent-up breath in a half-scream/half-wail.

Nick sank his teeth into the nape of her neck and sucked through every pulsing hot spasm of the most overwhelming, most intense, most perfect orgasm of her life.

Soon as he knew she’d reached the end, he straightened and gripped both her hips in his hands to better anchor his pounding thrusts. She felt the tip of his cock jerk inside her and a guttural moan burst from his mouth.

Holly bore down, clenching and unclenching around the male hardness, milking every twitch, wishing she could feel the heat of his ejaculate soothing the swollen tissues of her innermost walls.

Breathless, Nick slumped against her back, but she was so shaky she couldn’t hold them both up.

“Hey. I’ve gotcha.” He braced his arms beneath her. “You okay?”

“My arms are numb.”

Nick chuckled and kissed the back of her head, reaching down to remove the bindings around her wrists. “Then we’re even, because my dick is numb.”

“I think you broke me.”

“Yeah? I think you’re more resilient than you’re letting on.” His breath ruffled the damp hair by her ear. “You sore?”

“A little.”

“I could kiss it and make it better.”

Holly snorted. “In light of our injuries I think we should call it a night and crawl in bed.”

“Oh, hell no. We’ll take it easy for a bit, but there’s still a lot of night left. Still a lot we haven’t tried, especially since we have to fulfill all those wicked and wild fantasies of yours before dawn.”

A little whimper escaped. Because she couldn’t take more of his fulfillment? Or because she didn’t want the night to end?

N
ick couldn’t believe
he’d tied Holly up. He couldn’t believe she’d let him gag her. Hell, he couldn’t believe how hard he’d
fucked
her.

So he was a little nervous about what he’d see in her eyes when he faced her. Fear? Regret? Embarrassment?

Rather than dwell on it, Nick removed his semi-hard cock from that snug channel. He wrapped his arms around Holly’s midsection and buried his nose in her hair. She smelled heavenly. Like vanilla. Like sugar cookies. Like home.

She sagged against him with a sigh.

A sigh was good. “You hungry? I could order room service.”

“It has to be like two in the morning. I’m sure the restaurant isn’t open.”

“That’s probably true.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Always. But not hungry enough to leave you here alone while I track down food. Maybe I’ll venture to the vending machine later.” Nick kissed the top of her head. “For now, I’ll start the bath.” He retreated to the bathroom.

After ditching the condom, he flipped on the faucets for the garden style tub. As he washed his face and hands he heard a loud knock on the door.

Holly poked her head in. “Sorry to bug you, but can I sneak in the shower? I’m all sticky from the champagne.”

“I’ll join you. Especially since it was my doin’, getting you all sticky.” Before she protested, he opened the glass door and dragged her inside. He cranked the water on, keeping his back to the spray until it warmed up.

“Nick, we shouldn’t—”

“We should. Don’t think of anything but how my hands feel on your skin. Just think of this. Of how well we fit together. In so many different ways.” Nick brought Holly’s arms up to wreathe his neck. He slid his lips over hers, allowing his hands to wander over her slippery curves as he positioned her so the heated shower spray landed on her back.

He caught her sigh of satisfaction and pulled it deep into his lungs, filling his body and soul with her sweetness. The leisurely sweep of his hands became a silent promise that this time he’d take it slow. And he did. He kissed her and teased her and touched her to his heart’s content.

Holly tugged on his hair.

“Mmm?” he said, letting his mouth skim the water droplets from the column of her throat, sucking the heady taste of her mixed with the water, knowing it’d do nothing to quench his thirst.

“Shouldn’t we check on the tub to make sure it isn’t overflowing?”

“In a sec.”

“I’m serious. What if it’s spilling over the edge and soaking the carpet? And dripping water into the room below us—”

“Relax. It’ll be fine.” Nick cupped her breasts and pushed them together so he could tongue both her nipples.

She trembled and a low moan drifted from her parted lips.

When he sank his teeth into a beaded tip, she gasped.

“Does that hurt?”

“No. Ah. Just the opposite. With those nips and bites I can almost…”

“Can you come like this?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Then I’m gonna make it happen.” Nick purred against her slick flesh. “God, I love your tits. I know that ain’t politically correct, but these beauties are so damn tempting.”

He gorged himself on the taste of her, the feel of her, her uninhibited response as she bumped her hips closer to his. The whimpering moans vibrating from her chest traveled to his lips and straight to his cock.

A particularly high-pitched gasp burst from Holly’s mouth. “Harder. Nick. Please.”

Without missing a beat, he sucked and tweaked the left nipple hard as she began to come. Nick looked at her, her head thrown back in abandon, completely unaware of the water pounding on her as she greedily took all the pleasure he offered.

When she expelled another one of those sexy, dreamy sighs, he licked his way back up her throat. “How was that?”

“Different.” Holly opened her eyes and smiled at him. “No need for that ego to flare in defense. It was good different. A very good different since I’ve never had that happen before. It wasn’t the same type as when you were sucking on my…”

He lifted a brow. “Your what?”

“You know.” She blushed harder. “Made my whole body tingly.”

“I could get used to making you tingly.” Nick captured her mouth in a thorough kiss and reached behind her to shut off the shower. “Probably we’d better go check on the tub.”

“Omigod. I totally forgot!”

“Then I must’ve been doin’ something right. Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand.

Holly bit back
another sigh as she followed Nick’s muscular naked body into the main part of the bathroom.

Nick kept hold of her hand as she swung her legs over the ledge and sank into the steaming water. “This is the perfect temperature.”

“But it is a little full. Maybe I should do a cannonball to get rid of the excess water.”

She cocked her head at him. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Laughing, he climbed in with total grace. “But I want you to be impressed with my cannonball skills.”

“Trust me, I’m plenty impressed with your other skills.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So you don’t wanna hear about the summer nights I spent at Keyhole Reservoir with my brother and my cousins? Having cannonball contests to see who could get the girls the wettest?”

Hands down, Nick got her the wettest of any man she’d ever known and he didn’t have to perform a cannonball to prove it. Would he think she was lame if she mentioned it? Or would he laugh? She loved to hear his laugh.

“You’re thinking too much again. C’mere.” Nick brought her onto his lap, pressed her back to his chest and nestled her butt in his groin. He stretched his arms across the lip of the tub and her head fit perfectly in the space between his shoulder and his neck.

With the lights dimmed, surrounded by hot water and hot man, another sigh slipped free.

“Comfy?”

“Mmm.”

“Want the jets on?”

“Do you?”

“Maybe for a bit.”

“Whatever you want.”

His breath tickled her ear. “Why is it you’re so accommodating?”

“You sound surprised.”

“I guess I am. I sorta figured in your line of work, being front and center all the time, that you’d be more of a diva.”

Holly snorted. Diva. Not exactly a word used to describe an accountant. But her body slumped when she realized Nick wasn’t talking about her real career, but her supposed wild life as a stripper. Another mental snort sounded.

Come clean with him, he’ll understand.

Right. Part of her thought he might accept her as Holly, the woman hot with numbers, but a larger part suspected it was Holly, the hot number, who held his interest.

“Holls?”

No one but her closest friends ever called her that and it tickled her to hear the endearment coming from him. “I thought you were gonna turn on the jets?”

“I was until you sorta drifted off. Thinking too much again?”

“No. I’m just relaxed.”

“Good. Jets coming right up.”

Bubbles frothed and Holly closed her eyes, wondering if the water temperature, the sexual satisfaction, or the man’s silent, comforting presence allowed her to loosen up so thoroughly. Her body went boneless. Nothing existed except the humid scent of the water, the
blub blub blub
of the whirlpool, and the quiet strength of the man holding her.

After a while the timer dinged and the jets turned off. She arched her back and her butt pressed into the erection that hadn’t deflated a bit since they’d been skin-to-skin in the shower.

“More bubbles?”

“No. I’m good.”

“You wanna get out?”

“Why’re you being so accommodating?” she teased.

“Because I have a beautiful nekkid woman plastered against me. Brings out my chivalrous side.” Nick kissed the spot below her ear. “It’s a part of my personality I usually keep hidden.”

“Why?”

“Don’t we all have aspects of ourselves we don’t share with the world at large?”

Holly shrugged. “I guess.”

“So…tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.”

That was an odd request. “Why?”

“It’ll be fun hearing your deeply hidden thoughts.”

“If I share, that means you will too?”

“Yep. Turnabout is fair play. Come on. Tell me a secret.”

She frowned. “A secret like I stole a piece of candy when I was five and never got caught?”

“Is that true?”

“No. I’ve never stolen anything in my life.” Was it her imagination or did Nick’s posture stiffen?

Lightly, he said, “I was actually thinking a juicier tidbit. You know. Like you secretly jump on a trampoline in your backyard nekkid. Or you spent a weekend at a nudist colony. Or you went skinny-dippin’ in the neighbor’s pool when he was out of town.”

“Why am I naked in all your scenarios?”

Nick trailed his hand from the tip of her fingers to her forearm, across her bicep in a sensual glide. Her skin rippled beneath his slow and steady touch. “Because I like picturing you nekkid, even when you’re already nekkid in my arms.”

“I hate to disappoint you, but I haven’t done anything nearly that daring.” She paused, half-afraid she’d disappoint him if she didn’t confess to an outlandish and stripper-worthy scenario.

“Nothin’? Come on, spill it. I ain’t gonna judge you.”

“Well. This one time? At band camp?”

He chuckled against her neck and it sent tingles down her front, her back and everywhere in between.

“Smarty-pants.”

“The truth is, you’ve got the wrong idea about me, Nick. I’ve never done anything wild. This”—her gesture incorporated the bathroom—“being here with you, having sex with a perfect stranger, is the most adventurous thing I’ve ever done.”

She suspected his silence meant he didn’t believe her.

“Seriously. I’m hopelessly square.”

“I beg to differ.” Nick smoothed his palm over the line of her hip. “There’s not a square thing about you. You’re all exquisite, tempting curves. I could just eat you up, sweet darlin’.”

“Didn’t you already do that?”

“Once ain’t enough.” He squeezed her ass between his powerful thighs and his cock twitched against the small of her back. “Not nearly enough.”

Her stomach knotted, remembering the surety of his mouth as he’d licked and slurped her to a frenzy. She wanted to give him the same mindless satisfaction he’d given her.