His Curvy Candy Cane (F*** Under The Mistletoe)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Elise

He kissed me. Ethan kissed me.

Once the fire ignited, there was no stopping it. I didn’t think; I just acted. I returned the kiss with as much passion as I felt, and when Ethan growled deep in his throat and nipped at my bottom lip, desire and lust coiled together between my legs, drenching my panties.

When Ethan broke the kiss, we were both breathless and panting. “Is that a yes?” he whispered.

I nodded, and Ethan wasted no time. He threw me over his shoulder, slapped my ass, and carried me inside. I squealed and giggled like a schoolgirl.

My sexual encounters in the past had seemed pretty tame when compared to some of my friends’ stories from school, but nothing about Ethan was boyish. He was all man, a sexy, gruff mechanic with calloused hands I couldn’t wait to have on me.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw your gorgeous ass bent over your car.” Ethan grunted as he slammed the door behind him and carried me upstairs, flicking on lights as he went. His place had a similar setup to mine, except he had a hell of a lot more Christmas decorations.

“Did you hire someone to decorate or something?” I asked, failing to hold in my laughter, and he tossed me gently onto his bed.

He was above me in an instant. “I happen to like Christmas.” He leaned down and nuzzled my neck. “Is that okay with you?” He nipped at my earlobe, and I responded by lifting my hips and grinding against his impressive bulge.

“Maybe…” I said as Ethan covered my lips with his, smoothly slid his tongue into my mouth, and began to explore and taste. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I dry humped him like a damn horny teenager.

“I want to know what makes you scream, my good little girl,” Ethan said when he broke our kiss. I instantly missed his mouth, craving more of his kisses and the taste of him.

But his words…they lit a fire in me.

“I haven’t been a good girl.”

“No?”

“I’ve been a bad girl. A very bad one.”

Ethan grabbed my hips and ground his bulge between my legs. “Tell me how bad you can be.”

“How about I show you?” I asked as my hands traveled lower.

He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Does it involve you becoming naked?”

“Mm-hmm…” I nodded and slowly licked my lips as I slipped off my jacket and kicked off my heels. I slid one spaghetti strap down at a time, taking my sweet time as I watched Ethan’s desire grow. His eyes narrowed and darkened, his breathing picked up speed, and his gaze never left mine.

“Take it all off,” Ethan commanded as his greedy hands found their way up my skirt. His fingers played with the lacy edges of each of my thigh highs, and when they brushed over the middle, I gasped. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He dipped one finger in and groaned.

My skin felt as if it was molten lava, and my hands fumbled with my dress as hot lust coursed through my veins.

Ethan helped with the rest, and when I lay naked in front of him with only my thong panties left, his eyes traveled down the length of me and back up again like a tiger ready to eat his meal. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Elise. I want to watch you spread those pretty legs for me.”

I did as he said and slowly spread them wide.

“Your panties are soaked.” Ethan scrubbed a hand down his face before quickly undressing. When he was down to only his boxers, I drank every inch of him in, from his six-pack abs to his toned biceps and sexy forearms covered in ink and his large dick peeking out. “I’m going to suck on your clit so hard, and then I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you. I need to punish you for being a bad girl.”

After removing my panties with his teeth, he licked his way back up my skin and stopped when he reached between my legs. “Spread those pussy lips for me, baby.”

Fuck, this was hot. He was hot, and I was ready to explode. I used two fingers to open my pussy, revealing the delicate pink flesh beneath, and watched as Ethan practically drooled at the sight.

“Wow. Your pussy is perfect.” He kissed my clit gently before swiping with his tongue, and when he licked my slit from the top of my clit down to my ass, I nearly came right then.

But he wasn’t finished because seconds later, his mouth latched onto my clit and sucked so hard, my hips jutted from the bed. His tongue swirled around and around my soft, sensitive nub, and my orgasm began building. It usually took a lot of buildup for me to come, but not with the way Ethan worked fucking magic with his mouth.

Slow, long licks mixed with fast licks in a circular motion, over and over, as he greedily ate me out as if he had been starved for days. My orgasm built and built until it peaked, and I crashed down hard as ripples of pleasure ran through me. “The way you taste, goddamn, you naughty little slut. My naughty little slut,” Ethan mumbled against my thigh as he planted kisses before latching onto my clit again.

After he coaxed another orgasm out of me, he got to his knees and moved up until his large cock loomed in front of my face. It dripped with pre-cum, and I darted my tongue out in hopes of a taste.

“Taste me and suck my cock, you bad, bad girl.”

He didn’t need to ask me twice. I started by licking the head of his dick and tasting the salty pre-cum before slowly licking my way down the shaft. When I wrapped my lips around the head and worked my way down, Ethan threw his head back and moaned loudly.

I smiled to myself but didn’t stop, using my hands to caress his balls as I sucked hard and deep on his cock. Up and down, over and around the tip, over and over again, and just when it felt like he might be close, he pulled me off him.

“The first time I come with you is going to be in your pussy.” Ethan leaned over and pulled open the drawer to his nightstand. I watched as he pulled out a condom and rolled it on. When he caught me watching, he grinned, and my cheeks flushed hot. I loved how he cared about practicing safe sex and not about whether sex felt good with a condom on or not.

A few seconds later, he hovered above me as he lined his cock up at my entrance.

When he entered me and slid himself balls deep, I cried out in a mix of pleasure and joy. Pleasure because he felt so good, but joy because I finally found someone who made me feel…whole.