Sucking Santa's Candy Cane (4 page)

He groaned and grabbed her hips as though to still her.

"You want me, bad boy?"

"Yes." His voice was rugged, laced with arousal.

His hands were now behind her, massaging the back of her neck. He kissed her shoulders.

Tingles traveled over her body at the light kiss on her heated flesh.  Slowly, he unzipped her dress. As his hand dipped lower, the folds of the dress fell to their sides, and a slight chill raced over her spine. That chill was pushed away with a trail of hot, well-placed kisses, traveling in the wake of the zipper.

He stopped at the tail of her back, where the zipper came to an end, and his fingers lightly touched her as they traveled back up.

She gulped in air and closed her eyes. Her head rolled back and a sigh worked past her lips. His hands were on her shoulders, pushing down the straps.

The black dress slipped over her body, like a silky sheet, and pooled at her ankles.

Noelle gazed at them through the mirror. Santa still stood behind her. His hands were on her waist. He kissed her shoulders.

The straps of her black lace bra were already pushed down on her arms. The bra suddenly felt tight and she watched as her breasts heaved with every breath she took. They rose and fell, rose and fell.

Santa's left hand dipped lower. His fingertips traveled over her hip, her thigh.

She glanced down and gulped as she realized she had no panties. Suddenly, the memory of this morning flashed through her mind and she smiled. Her thong was still somewhere, fluttering in the wind, on that almost deserted Tennessee expressway. Noelle couldn't believe she had behaved so naughtily.

Santa's hands slipped up and he unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor by her dress. He pressed her back against his chest. He snaked his arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands. She moaned as he squeezed and kneaded them, pinching her nipples. Her ass pressed against his crotch. The fabric of his pants rubbed against her heated skin. The bulge inside them made her gasp.

She rubbed her buttocks against him.

He groaned. "What do you want, Noelle?"

"Your cock." There was no need to be modest. She turned to face him. With the soft glow of the lamp behind him, his face was shielded in shadows but she noticed his look of arousal.

Her fingertips scraped over the skin right above the waistline of his pants. The sharp intake of breath that he took caused her own lust to heighten.

She leaned in toward him and whispered in his ear. "I want to see how big it is."

The need inside her was too much. Her cunt was wet and hungry for a large invasion. 

Noelle trailed kisses over his neck, collarbone, chest, abs. Every part of him tasted like man. Every part made her want more. Her fingers fumbled with the button on his pants until it came undone. She almost ripped the zipper in her rush to unzip his pants. Once the pants and the tight boxer briefs were pooled around his ankles, she gulped in a deep breath at the thing that jutted out before her.

He was a thing of beauty. The man was already handsome as hell, but with that cock, he was a god amongst men.  His penis was rock hard, and it reached out toward her as tough to say hello. The length had her gasping. This thing would reach everywhere inside, even all the hard to reach places. He was much longer than any man she had ever seen. Much thicker. Oh, so thick. She wrapped her fingers over the base. They didn't come to meet together as they normally would.

Her pussy clenched as though seeking out this man she held. She wanted him inside her. Wanted him to be pushing in her so hard, that she would scream in pain and pleasure.

The velvety head appeared to be so smooth. Thhe droplet of pre-cum that coated the tip begged for her lick.

She stuck out her tongue and touched his hard flesh.

The sharp intake of his breath thrilled her, excited her. He tangled his hands into her hair.

He was smooth and silky, like the most decadent chocolate she had ever tasted.  The pre-cum dripped to her tongue and she licked the remains away. Pulling her head back slightly, she closed her mouth and rolled his wet essence in her mouth. She let it drip down her throat. Moaned at the taste of man and…. And…. Peppermint?

Did he really taste like her favorite kind of mint?

She wrapped her lips around him, eager to have all of him in her mouth. Not that she could take him all without gagging. He was way too big. But she did push him in as far as she could. More than half of his length had to be covered by her hand as she stroked that flesh.

Noelle moved her mouth back and forth over him. Droplets of pre-cum coated her tongue. The peppermint flavor warmed and cooled her all at the same time. She could have him in her mouth all day and not get tired of his taste.

He groaned. She moaned around the cock as her head moved back and forth faster, harder. The hand stroking him worked so fast, her wrist ached.

His hands tightened around her hair, pulling it almost. The groans grew louder. She sucked harder.

"Oh… Oh, I'm going to cum."

She didn't stop. Didn't slow.

He pulled her hair softly, and Noelle lifted her gaze to him.

"Stand up. I want to be inside you."

Her lips left the cock, only for a second. "I want to taste your cum."

Noelle licked him again. Sucked him again.

Santa groaned. "Oh, you naughty, naughty little vixen."

Yes, she was acting naughty, wasn't she?

Just a few more strokes. A few more licks and she was certain he would unload in her mouth.

When he did, it was wave after wave of the hot creamy essence hitting her tongue. He filled her mouth until she couldn't fit anymore in, and when she let his cock free, he still spilled his juices. She stroked him, and like a fountain, the creamy white cum coated her fingers, his shaft, and his navel.

She swallowed and the taste of hot milk chocolate and peppermint rolled down her throat. Noelle moaned as her mouth had an orgasm all of its own. This man tasted like candy and bliss, and she wanted, needed more. She licked his essence off his shaft, his navel, her hand. 

There was nothing that tasted as good as this man, and it was a shame that she ate him so quickly.

Noelle rose to her feet and Santa wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her to his chest and kissed her forehead. She was warm in his embrace and for a moment, she rested her head on his shoulder.

Recalling what she had just done put a smile on her face. She had sucked a stranger's cock. She had indulged and tasted, and tried something she knew she shouldn't.

His hands raced over her body, down her back; he gripped her butt cheeks and squeezed. But he didn't stop there. As he took her lips with his, Santa's hands moved to the folds of her core. He tapped his hand across her flesh a few times, as though spanking her pussy. Oh, it was a bad, bad pussy, wanting a stranger's cock inside of it.

Santa pushed her back until the back of her knees hit the bed. She sat, and Santa forced her to lie down. His kisses moved from her lips, down to her neck, her chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and suckled, nibbled, and lightly bit her flesh as his fingers teased the other one.

Her cunt pooled with the warm, wet juices of her arousal. She needed him inside her. Needed him to spread her walls and ride her until stars danced above her head.

His lips were on her nipples, teasing them, tasting them. She moaned, groaned, and arched her back as his hands roamed her heated flesh. He touched her core and she creamed. When his tongue speared her lower lips, she gasped for air as pleasure swirled within her. When his finders replaced his tongue, the gates to her fulfillment opened and she rolled her hips, taking him in. However, Santa pulled out and walked away.

Noelle mewed in disappointment as she lifted her head and watched as he opened the plastic bag from the gas station. When he retracted the black box, she almost wept with joy.

He tore the box open and pulled out a single condom. The sound of ripping foil rippled through the room and her head fell back, eagerly awaiting his intrusion. Santa covered his cock and came toward her. He invaded her with his thick member and she gasped at how big it really was. Inch after painfully large inch, he filled her. With every thrust, pleasure soared through her. Her climax built as tingles traveled over her. When they all met at her core, she exploded around him. He released too, his cock pulsing within her as she clenched and released his stiff erection.

Santa collapsed on top of her, his arms covering her tiny frame. His mouth ravished her lips and she felt right at home in his arms.

Chapter Three

It was a shame they had to start getting ready to leave again. She wanted to indulge more in his body. To taste, touch, fuck.  But there was more. It wasn't just sex. She really liked him and wanted to get to know him better.

Noelle stood under the warm spray of the shower as she waited for Santa to join her. He had said he needed to make a phone call and then he'd join her, but she had waited for what felt like forever and she was still alone.

Maybe it was a long phone call?

Deciding not to wait any longer, she washed herself with the hotel-provided lavender and vanilla scented soap. After, she lathered her body in lotion of the same scent, then wrapped a towel around her and left the bathroom.

Her body was still warm, but a chill ran over her spine.  She glanced around the hotel room but it was empty.

"Santa?" Where did he go? Where could he go? Maybe he went to get some ice?

She glanced at the ice bucket but it was still on the dresser, unused.

Maybe he had bad phone reception in the room and went outside?

Why would he leave his cell right on the bedside table?

Noelle went to the bathroom and blow-dried her hair as she waited, hoping that he would return. Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, and still no sign of Santa.

Returning back to the room, she observed the phone, the messy bed, and… Was there something black tangled into the bed sheets?

She walked over to it and found a black leather wallet. She opened and flipped through it, finding his driver's license, hospital entrance ID, and a few credit cards.

He could have left, but why would he leave his phone and wallet? Maybe something happened to him?

A chill of fear raced over her spine and she rushed to dress. A peek through the windows outside proved that fresh snow was falling and the little dress and hooker boots weren't going to keep her warm. She rushed outside and into the trunk of her car where she grabbed her bag.

Back in the hotel room, she changed into a pair of blue jeans, thick black sweater, and a pair of snow boots.

Now what to do about Santa?

Noelle could simply forget about him and go to Wisconsin.

No… She rejected that idea instantly. Santa had left behind some important things, so she was pretty certain he didn't intentionally ditch her. Something horrible had to happen.

But what?

Maybe…

Maybe…

The image of the man in the gas station parking lot came flooding back. She remembered the hateful way the man stared at Santa. Could it have been that he found them and took Santa?

How could anyone take a man as big and buff as Santa? At gunpoint maybe?

Her gaze fell to the wallet. Once again, she flipped open the leather folds and surveyed the items.  When her fingers touched something papery, she pulled it out and unfolded the white sheet of ruled paper with the ripped spiral edges as though the paper came from a notebook.

What she saw was a child's handwritten note to Santa Claus.

Dear Santa Claus,

My friends don't think you're real but I know you are. They think I'm too old to write you about what I want for Christmas, but you are the only one who can give me this gift. My daddy was in a car accident, and all I want is for him to be okay. Can I get that this Christmas?

The name, Samantha, was scribbled on the bottom of the letter.

Noelle's heart clenched and tears almost threatened to spill. She could only imagine the pain the girl was going through. Flipping the paper over, she didn’t spot any state or town written on it, and had no idea where the girl was from.

Why was Santa carrying this letter with him?

She had to find him. Had to see who this girl was and why he carried her letter.

Where could she begin her search when she really had nothing to go on?

The cell that lay on the bedside table came to mind and she lifted it. Working her finger through the contacts list, she found one name that promised to give her more info than anyone else.

Mom.

Who knew better than the mother? She pressed the call contact button and put the phone to her ear.

After a few rings, a soft voice came over the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs. Claus."

There was silence for a moment. "Who are you? Why are you calling from Santa's phone?"

"I'm…" Who was she, really? His one night stand? The stranger he fucked? "I'm his friend. Um… Santa's missing."