Reindeer Games 2 - Toys for Good Girls (4 page)

“Does it really need batteries?” she asked, perching on the couch over him.

He tried to avoid noticing that her knees were right by his shoulder, that if she parted them, he could reach between them and find… He gulped. “Uh, no. But since they’re interchangeable, you can use the other dildos while you’re, uh, riding.”

“Mmmm.”

Bending way too close to the machine, he concentrated on fitting the dildo’s end into the machine rather than thinking about how it would soon be inside her heat.

But when he sat back, he immediately felt her warmth over him. She laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned into him, her attention on the machine. “Is it ready?”

“Al—” He cleared his throat. “Almost.” He plugged in the cord and leaned over to push the other end into the socket in the wall beside them. Then he picked up the little remote and took a minute to unwrap and insert the batteries. To test it, he flipped the power switch.

“Oooo!” Strong fingers clutched his shoulders as the dildo started to tremble.

He closed his eyes, thankful his back was to her so she couldn’t see her effect on him.

“There you go.” He stared at the tan column of plastic that buzzed, rather than look at her. If he did, he might—
Whoa!

She pushed close to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing her cheek to the side of his neck. Her weight was negligible on his back, but she still nearly knocked him off-balance.

“You’re the
best
! This is
awesome
!” She kissed his cheek.

Tongue-tied, he remained still as she dropped to her knees beside him, her attention on the machine. She picked up the remote. “Show me.”

He managed to stay calm as he told her what each button did. It was simple enough, designed to function for someone who’d have other things on their mind when they worked it.

When she squealed in delight after they set the vibrator on high, Bok nearly had cardiac arrest.

Okay, elves didn’t have cardiac arrest, but it sure felt like his heart was going to stop. Christmas, but he wished he could stay and watch her use the machine. Maybe if he asked nicely…

She dropped the remote and rose up on her knees in front of him. He froze when she opened her robe, then slid it down her arms and off her body. Captivated by the nearness of her soft, silky skin, he didn’t immediately realize she’d picked up a bottle of lube from the floor beside the box. A half-empty bottle of lube. With the ease of an expert, she popped the top, poured liquid into her palm, and coated the buzzing dildo with one hand while she closed the cap with the other. She did this without a care that he was still there, that he was stunned motionless, torn between watching her slim fingers wet the dildo or the graceful sway of her breasts as she leaned forward. Her hair, tossed over her far shoulder, provided a vivid backdrop to the luscious view she provided him.

He curled his fingers into fists and pressed them to his thighs to keep from reaching out to touch when he hadn’t been invited.
It’s nothing
, he assured himself. She got naked with people all the time. She just wasn’t thinking…

His brain completely ceased to function when she swung around, lifted one leg, then lowered it so she was straddling the machine. Without any hesitation, she reached down to hold the dildo while she positioned herself above it. Her dry hand closed on his shoulder, using him for balance as she found her place. His eyes were riveted to the shining plastic dickhead as she rotated her hips above it, rubbing herself with it. “Oh, yum.” She purred, tossing her head back.

Her nipples thrust toward the ceiling, pebble hard and captivating, but his attention remained between her thighs. Her fingers crawled up his neck as she lowered her hips, letting the vibrating dildo disappear slowly beneath soft, pettable orange curls. “Mmmm.” She tunneled her fingers into the hair above his left ear, pulling him closer. He lost his vantage for the apex of her thighs, but his focus found the breasts that were so very close. “Oh, wow. Bok, this feels
so
good.” Her back arched as she jerked up a little so she could push slowly down again. Bok’s mouth watered as he imagined the dildo filling her. He wanted to watch, but her breasts, her face, all that hair draping her back… Holy night, there was just so much to feast his gaze on.

“Christmas!” she sang out loud, and if he had to guess, the little appendage in front of the dildo had finally come in contact with her clit.

“Oh, snow!” She circled her hips, grinding. Her far hand slid up her flat belly until it cupped her breast, coating her silky skin with the lube that remained on her palm. Nimble fingers plucked at the sweet pink treat at the tip. “This feels so
good
.” An honest whimper bled from Bok’s throat.

Her eyes opened at the sound, her head swiveling to face him. Her smile was pure sin. A gorgeous flush climbed up her neck. He’d never realized pink and orange complemented each other so very well. “Hi.”

He mouthed the word back, but no sound emerged.

She licked her lips, her body rising and falling slowly as she began to ride the machine.

“Mmmm.” Her fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him a little closer. Her breast brushed the front of his tunic when she rose. “Want to kiss me?”

Completely abandoning any pride, he nodded eagerly.

She purred and tugged. “Come here.”

He did, and the touch of her lips to his made him wonder if he’d ever really touched anything or anyone before. Tanty was as brilliantly hot as the color of her hair promised. She opened her lips to his, teasing, nipping at his lips, biting the lower and sucking the upper. She ran her tongue along the front of his teeth. All the while, her body undulated so he couldn’t forget she rode a toy that vibrated inside her.

He didn’t fight it when she grabbed his shoulders and hauled him into a better position. He found himself kneeling in front of her, knees touching hers, the saddle a solid weight beneath her. The dildo was vibrating so hard, he felt the echoes of it when his crotch brushed the front of the machine. The new position allowed her to cup his face with both hands so she could angle it the way she wanted. She took full possession of him, her tongue delving into his mouth to tease his to come out and play. His hands found her waist for balance but stayed because the way she gyrated just turned him the fuck on. Added to that, he could feel the vibrations of the toy inside her.

“So good,” she mewled, pumping faster as she devoured his mouth. “Ah, snow!” On instinct, he brought one hand up to claim a breast, and she howled her approval when he squeezed. It made him bold, and he edged closer, close enough that her free nipple scraped the front of his tunic as she bounced up and down. Close enough that he could slide his other hand around her waist to cup and squeeze one tight buttock. He held her but not too tight—he didn’t want to interrupt her ride. If anything, he wanted to help her in any way he could.

“Ah!” She tore her head away, dropping it back as she froze. Fingers dug into his shoulders as she jerked once, twice, a few more times. He could only watch, fascinated as the orgasm raced across her face, distorting pretty, angelic features into the gorgeous throes of a sexy demon.

But then it passed. With a happy sigh, she spilled forward, sliding her arms around his neck as she buried her face into his collar. He held her, petting her back, her butt, her hair. The machine still caused a constant tremor through her body. Wasn’t she sensitive? How long would she sit there? He wanted to ask but stayed silent, enjoying the last few moments, realizing she could send him away.

When she sighed, he sank onto his knees, letting her slip from his grasp. She remained kneeling over the machine, her head down as she breathed heavily.

That’s it.
He recognized his cue to go. Silently, he rocked back and scrambled to his feet, wishing he could be as graceful about it as Wod or Rom would be. He’d just settled his balance when she grabbed his hand to stop him.

Vivid eyes met his when he looked down. “Where are you going?” He blinked. “I, uh, thought… I-I mean, that is I… Well, you don’t have to…” Well, Christmas, what was he saying?

She smiled. “You’re not going anywhere.” She tugged at him to make it clear he was to sit on the couch. After he was seated, she raised off the machine just long enough to turn the wedge so the front faced the couch before she sat back down on it. “I’ve never left a man unsatisfied in my life.” She gave a brief, appreciative sigh as she readjusted to the fake cock inside her. Then she gave him a wicked glare. “I’m not going to start now.” His cock kicked at the mere suggestion. “Wait. You don’t have to… I-I mean…” “Shhh.” She petted his thighs until he stopped trying to talk. “I want to suck you off.” She tipped her head to the side, orange hair spilling over her naked shoulder. “Let me?”

“Christmas, yes.” It burst from his lips before he could stop it.

Smiling, she reached for the remote control. A flick of a button, and the buzzing sound slowed. She grinned. “I don’t want it to get me there too soon, right?” He shrugged, unable to put two thoughts together while this devastatingly sexy woman was kneeling in front of him with a dildo vibrating inside her.

The machine was
awesome
! Tanty already knew she was going to wear the damn thing out. The first orgasm had been ridiculously explosive, and now the slower buzz was a sweet touch of foreplay ramping her up to another. Normally she’d be ready to stop after the first time she’d come, but she didn’t want to waste the mellow warmth that flowed through her. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to continue. She wanted Bok’s dick in her mouth, was salivating at the mere thought of sucking him while the machine continued to tremble inside her.

Bok was fun, she decided as she tossed aside the remote and reached for the hem of his tunic. That he so clearly wanted to behave was endearing. That he didn’t expect her to want him was sweet. But she wasn’t like that. She’d pulled him into this knowing he’d want her; she was going to give him a good time. And anyway, he was the person responsible for her having the gorgeous machine that vibrated between her thighs. She owed it to him.

She folded the tunic up over his rounded belly to expose the crotch of his trousers. He wasn’t built anything like the men she was used to, but everything was certainly in working order. Smiling, she cupped the erection that poked toward her. He hissed for her, writhing just a little. Just the way she liked. “Mmm, yum,” she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear as she leaned in to rub her cheek against his shaft. Aware that his belly obscured his view, she contented herself with knowing he’d certainly appreciate the feel of her.

Loving the way the toy between her legs caressed her insides and teased her clit, she leaned back so she could undo Bok’s belt. The lacing beneath fairly burst apart once the belt was free, so it was child’s play to tug down his waistband. Underwear wasn’t a problem, easily pushed out of the way to free his excitement. Lovely, she thought. He had a gorgeous dick, longer and thicker than the toy inside her, with a pulsing purple vein running the length of it.

“Oh, Bok.” She sighed, letting her enjoyment show on her face for him. Lovingly, she caressed him with both hands. “What a treat you have for me.” The helpless
meep
that escaped him was intoxicating. So was the clean forest scent of him.

How did a man who sat in front of a computer screen all day smell like forest pines? Didn’t matter. It was a heavenly smell that drew her down so she could thumb back his foreskin and swipe her tongue over the smooth head of him.

“Ah, snow.”

He writhed under her, but she was busy now. He tasted musky and clean and filled her mouth so very nicely as she took him in. Tanty had learned the art of giving head so she could distract the most amorous lovers who insisted on dragging sex out to its limit. She’d found that a blowjob, well done, could get a male off and often keep him down for a long while. She’d also found that a blowjob before penetration often helped to speed the intercourse along. But just because she’d learned it for specific reasons didn’t mean she didn’t like it, and she was finding Bok’s eager enjoyment heady. Or was it the toy jacking inside her? Or maybe it was the little plastic nubbin that rubbed at her clit? Silver bells, it was a combination of them all. When he threaded hesitant fingers into her hair, the setting was just about perfect. So she sucked him in.

He hissed, tensing. She dug the fingers of one hand into his thigh in warning. He was
not
to drag her away. His grip relented a little.
Good.
Now that she had what she wanted, she wouldn’t be interrupted. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat before she drew away, letting his shaft drag on her tongue. Still, his hips moved, just a little, his body unable to resist pushing that gorgeous cock into her mouth. She let him, willing to take it slow so she could learn him. She wanted him wild before she satisfied him. Judging from the moans that now filled the room, it wouldn’t be long. Mouth full, she stole a glance up at him and was caught by the sight of his face contorted with pleasure. So handsome, even if he wasn’t as chiseled and perfect as she was used to. The lime green of his chin-length hair was shiny and bright, and the brows that matched it were thick but smooth. His lashes were long, currently hiding the intriguing green of his irises. The lips under his straight nose were lush and tasty, nearly as tasty as his cock. They were lips, she thought as pleasure buzzed through her veins, she’d be happy to taste again.

But then it was past time for thought. Squeezing one hand around the base of his shaft, she started sucking in earnest. The sex machine was pushing her back toward the peak, and she wanted him with her when pleasure spilled through her again. Her efforts paid off as he started squirming underneath her. The fingers in her hair clutched, the small pain throwing her that much closer to orgasm. Moaning, she dug into his underwear to cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently as she laved his shaft. It worked for him, and he went off with a shout, warm cum shooting from him to fill her mouth. She gasped, letting that push her over. She ground down on the machine, laying her cheek on Bok’s warm thigh as the orgasm sizzled and then hummed through her bloodstream.