Sucking Santa's Candy Cane (2 page)

He came off her car to stand beside her. Her pulse increased as she stole a glance at the bulge inside his pants. Closing her eyes, she envisioned her dress hiked up around her waist as she lay on the hood of the car, her legs in mid air, as Santa held her by the hips, his fingers cutting into her skin as he pushed himself into her waiting cunt. The sound of his moaning mixed with the pumping inside her wet pussy as her juices coated him.

She opened her eyes and shook her head, willed the vision away. Besides them, a lone car rolled down the expressway.

“What are you drinking?”

She glanced at him. “Peppermint Mocha Latte. They only sell those around the holidays.” She took a sip, regretful that in a few days she would no longer be able to get any of this until next year. Luckily, she stocked up on minty coffee creamer at home, almost buying out the entire store of it.

“I take it you like peppermint.”

“I like all kinds of mint.”

A quick blur of vision caught her attention and her gaze quickly moved south. His cock jumped inside his pants.

How is my liking of mint sexy?
That confused her a bit and she glanced straight ahead.

The naked tree branches danced in the air as the bitter wind blew. She shivered slightly.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“A little.”

Santa climbed off the trunk and pulled his sweater over his head. As he handed the garment to her, Noelle couldn’t help but gawk at the man in front of her. Perfect ripped muscles and tanned skin that smelled like sunshine and probably tasted like heaven. Images danced in her mind of them together as she spilled mango margarita on his skin on a sunny beach somewhere. Her tongue touched the sweet drink and licked it off him. Her naked nipples grazed against the liquid on his chest before they found their entrance into his mouth. He sucked off the beverage from her breast while he kneaded the other one with his hand.

She blinked the image away and shook her head slightly as though to rid herself of the distracting thought. If she kept thinking those thoughts, Noelle was certain she would end up doing exactly what Wendy suggested. She couldn’t do that. Wendy was the slut of the family while Noelle was the good girl. Noelle, who only had sex with one man in her entire life.

Memories of Jeff flooded toward her like rainwater in a bad storm. Her heart still ached at his betrayal. They had been happy at first. Their marriage had been a blessing until she suggested they have a baby. At first, he avoided those talks, and then he avoided her too. Nine months ago she’d come home to find a note on her kitchen table. Jeff had found someone else and wanted to tell her it was over. He left her the house, the car, and all the money in the bank. He didn’t care about all that: he just wanted out, away from her. That killed her. The betrayal that he no longer loved her had haunted her for months to follow.

Absentmindedly, Noelle rested her coffee cup on the truck beside her and pulled the sweater over her head. “Are you sure you won’t be cold?”

“I’m certain,” he answered and sat beside her again.

Noelle had to stop thinking about the half-naked man next to her, as well as the man who left her. To distract herself, she asked, “So what kind of family business do you have?”

He was silent for a minute. “It’s a gift thing.”

“Like a gift shop? But don’t people buy all their gifts ahead of time?”

“Not everyone.”

“I’m sorry. It must suck to work on Christmas.”

He smiled at her. “I don’t mind.”

“But I’m sure your girlfriend or wife isn’t too happy about it.”

“I don’t have anyone.”

He was single! She tried not to let on how happy that little tidbit made her. “Still, it’s a pain in the ass isn’t it?”

Pain in the ass. Images of him plunging into her ass raced through her. Her bent over on the driver’s side seat just as she had been when she got her coffee. Only naked. Santa’s cock buried deep in her ass as he rode her fast and hard.

The image stole her breath and she gasped for air. Her nipples hardened under her dress and she longed for someone to suck on them.

Her skin warmed and tingled. She sipped on her coffee, willing the erotic images away. What had gotten into her?

From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Santa’s smile. It was as though he knew what she was thinking. But… he couldn’t know just how dirty her mind was at this moment. It couldn’t be that he would even have any indication of. . .

“Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”

She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.

“What’s up?”

“Did you just say something to me?”

“What do you think I said?”

There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.

“I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.

“Are you now?”

A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?

“What do you think you heard?”

She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

He came off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?

Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”

“We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.”
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.

Her knees shook as she obeyed him. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this man do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?

She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”

How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.

As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.

His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”

“I know.”

He raised one eyebrow suggestively as his fingertip flicked across her clit.

She gasped, moaned, almost cried out in pleasure. He ran his finger over her clit again and her hips bucked off the trunk and into mid air.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice laced with desire.

She wanted, needed to touch him. To touch his cock and hold it in her hands. “Aha,” the sound came out as a whisper as he ran his finger over her clit again.

“Do you want me inside you?”

Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded vigorously.

Slowly, Santa’s finger entered her wet cunt. She moaned and gasped and almost begged for more as he slid in and out. His speed increased with every stroke until seconds later when her pussy clenched around him. The waves of pleasure rolled over her and she moaned, screamed, and arched her back letting the sensations wash over her.

The instant Santa pulled his finger out, disappointment encompassed her. She watched as he pulled a soaking wet finger out from under her dress. He licked it off and groaned. “You taste delicious.”

Oh, my!

Santa leaned in and whispered. “I want more of you.”

She gripped his shoulders and squeezed. “I want more, too.”

He stepped away from her and Noelle’s hands abandoned Santa’s shoulders. He extended one hand to her. “Get up.”

She took his hand and climbed off the trunk willingly. Her juices shifted and dripped onto her thighs. Noelle took a careful step toward him.

His lips crashed over her mouth, possessing it as though it belonged to him. He nibbled and suckled on her lips until she gasped for breath.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered against her. “I want you to come into my mouth.”

She gasped, moaned, wanted to scream. He had set her body on fire and she longed to have him invade her.

He intertwined his fingers with hers. “Will you come in my mouth, my dirty girl?”

She was his dirty girl? No one had ever considered her as dirty before. No, Wendy was the dirty girl in the family. Noelle was the good sister.

Yet, a thrill raced down her body as she contemplated being dirty. Yes, it was time for her to be more like her younger sister.

Santa led her behind his car and slightly out of view of the street.

“Stand,” he said and let go of her hands. He hugged her middle, letting his hands slide down her hips, her thighs. He reached underneath the hem of her dress and gripped her panties. Pulling on the fabric, he dragged the black thong down her thighs, her legs, all the way to the ground.

Noelle stepped out of the soaking wet underwear and kicked them aside. This thong would not be missed.

Santa kneeled down in front of her. He pulled her closer until his face pressed into her middle. His hands traveled up, bringing the hem of her dress to her hips. Gently, he lifted her left leg and tossed it over his shoulder.

The instant his tongue touched her clit, Noelle leaned against the car behind her. Her head spun with pleasure and desire.

He flicked his tongue over her clit several times. Each time her body vibrated with sensations. Her lips parted and soft moans escaped her throat.

Santa’s tongue roamed over her vaginal folds and licked at the juices.

She moaned, louder, harder, as her hips swayed back and forth. Her breasts became tender and her nipples hardened.

He flicked his tongue over her clit again, over and over, until she squirmed under him.

Noelle moved one hand under the sweater and rubbed her breast. She moved the fabric of her dress and bra aside. With thumb and index finger, she pinched one nipple.

Stars started to dance overhead as her body was rocked into an abyss of pleasure and fulfillment.

A few more flicks of his tongue and Noelle screamed, loudly, as she reached a state of blissful paradise.

Her hips rocked back and forth and Santa grabbed her by the ass cheeks, steadying her. He lapped at the juices that escaped her pussy and dripped down her thighs.

As the waves of pleasure crashed one over the other, as her pussy clenched and released around his tongue, his voice carried to her. “You taste so good. So fucking good.”

She moaned, lost for words as pleasure almost blinded her.

He stuck one finger into her ass. “You’re so fucking naughty. My dirty little minx.”

She moaned, loving the way he talked to her, so sexy, and dirty, yet enticing.

“Whoa!” An unfamiliar sound wafted to her.

Quickly, Noelle turned her head toward the sound. She hadn’t noticed the tow truck, but it sat idling on the side of the road right in front of Santa’s car. The driver gazed at her with raw lust in his eyes. His cock was obviously stiff inside the bulge in his pants.

Santa had stopped suckling and licking on her. Noelle quickly dislodged her leg from his shoulder and swiftly placed it on the ground, both legs together as though to ward off this man in case he made any advances. She quickly removed her hand from her breast and intertwined her fingers together.

Santa stood beside her.

The tow truck driver glanced down as though embarrassed. “Which car needs to be towed?”

“The red,” they both said almost in unison.

The tow truck driver nodded and went to work.

Santa spun Noelle around to face him. She lowered her head, embarrassed by what had just happened. Santa lifted her chin and smiled reassuringly. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Before the interruption, yes.” She glanced at the car being lifted onto the tow truck. Her coffee cup, which had once rested on the trunk, now lay on the ground, the minty latte spilled on the road. She glanced back at Santa. “How are you going to get to Indiana?”

He scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know.”

Before logic could win over, Noelle quickly offered. “I’m going to Wisconsin, which is along the way. I could give you a ride.” She hoped she wouldn’t regret that offer.

Santa smiled at her. “That would be great.” He kissed her cheek as a cold, bitter wind blew. She shivered slightly. “Why don’t you wait for me in the car?”

Noelle nodded and walked away.