Monsters Under Mistletoe

7. Brody

Chapter 7

Brody

S he kissed me. Under the mistletoe. I don’t even care that I won that weightlifting challenge.

Maybe I am a Grinch, and it’s stupid, but I feel like my heart grew three sizes. I’m sweaty, my blood is still pumping from doing so many lifts, and Shawna kissed me like I won the fucking Olympics. My head reels at how spontaneously perfect it was, how her lips tingled against mine.

I only watch her walk away from me for a few seconds before I grab our plate and her drink to follow her wherever she leads us. This game has simple rules, find all the candy canes hidden around the gym. The only off limits area is Bash and Kal’s office. We gobble up the rest of our food and it makes me a little harder when Shawna crushes her can between her palms.

“I think I saw them hiding some around the pool deck,” she says quietly. “There are some in the sauna too.”

“Lead the way,” I smile.

I grab two extra cans of water from the cooler before jogging to catch up with Shawna. Compression shorts are a gift from the gods right now. The bulge is always going to bulge, but at least I’m still decent despite the list of things I want to do to Shawna running through my head.

Starting with stripping her out of those tight leggings and hilarious Swoleman t-shirt. As we start searching the massive pool area, every time I see her bend over I’m throbbing, my pulse rushes a little harder to my cock. At one point I look over and see her reaching for something high up, but it takes me a full second to stop staring at the curve of her breast from the side of her shirt before I walk over to give her a lift up.

There are only a couple candy canes tucked away here in the end.

“Let’s head for the sauna,” I whisper, even though we are the only ones here. Everyone else seems to be scavenging the regular gym area.

Shawna grabs my hand and I am more than happy to entwine our fingers together.

“Can I tell you something?” she asks.

“Of course.” I squeeze her hand, relishing in her warmth as I look up at her.

“I really like you, like a lot,” she admits. “And I’ve had a crush on you since you signed up for my yoga class.” Shawna’s cheeks are tinged a darker shade of green now as she blushes. That class was three years ago! My mind races through the could-have-beens as my heart practically weeps with joy. The grin on my face makes my cheeks ache and I have to resist the urge to pump my fist like a moron.

As we press the automatic door for the sauna, it slides open to a freakily tepid, low lit room. It slides closed just as quickly, sealing us away from everyone else. I notice it right away, dangling in the centre of the ceiling. More mistletoe.

“I wanted to ask you out,” I confess. “But I was worried you’d get weirded out.”

“Did you feel it when we kissed?” she asks suddenly, her cheeks darkening. “The, uh, mate bond?”

My lips part and I think about how Will always told me that when I found my person, nothing would sound crazy. The tingling I felt on my lips was the true mate bond. I can’t stop the ridiculous grin that stretches across my lips.

“Can I kiss you again?” I ask, eyes moving to the mistletoe.

“Do you have a candy cane?” she asks, eyes twinkling.

My cheeks heat, but I pull out some of the snack-sized canes. She grins and my belly swoops with giddy excitement I haven’t felt in years. I cup the side of her cheek with one hand and place my other on her waist. Her skin is soft and warm, but there is hard muscle packed in there as well. Something about her strength, about her everything, sings to my soul. I pull Shawna down to me slowly and savour the little bit of tension before our lips meet.

She sighs into it, her hands gripping the hem of my shirt. Her tusks tease my cheeks as I deepen the kiss and let all build up of our crush sink into us. My tongue moves across hers without urgency, slowly fucking into her mouth. Gods, she is perfect. Her knee slides up my thigh like it did early when she pressed it into my cock and I break.

“I need to fuck you,” I groan. “Or you need to stop being a tease.”

“Fucking, please,” she grins. “I’ve got the implant and got a clear bill of health when I got my last screening.”

“I was tested when I got snipped a couple years ago, but I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce,” I say, oversharing but unable to keep it to myself. I need Shawna to know those two things about me. I’m divorced and I’m not willing to reproduce despite how much I want to come inside her pussy.

“Then as long as you don’t pull on my ears, I’m up for anything.” She starts to tug my shirt off with more urgency. “I want you, Brody, and I’m tired of holding back.”

“Thank fuck,” I agree.

I kiss Shawna hard. Her arms wrap around my shoulders while I slide my hands from her hips to her breasts. She moans against my mouth when my thumbs rub over her nipples, making them strain against her sports bra. Our kiss breaks, but only long enough for me to take her shirt off.

I would call what she’s wearing two strips of fabric rather than athletic wear, but it might be my new favourite thing. I kiss her again, moving to her neck to suck and bite at her skin. She grabs my hips, fingers flexing every time I find a sweet spot. I hope she leaves bruises on me, marking me as hers for fucking her good.

My fingers tuck into the inside seams of her bra and tug until her breasts are out. The straps slip down her arms easily and once she lets me, I move back just enough to see her.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, sliding my thumb over one dark green nipple.

The raised buds grow harder the more I tease them and Shawna’s panting only makes me want to do it more. With our height difference I don’t have to lean down far before I can wrap my lips around one nipple. Her breath hitches as I start to suck.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, threading her fingers through my hair. “Gods, that feels good.”

I use one hand to keep her steady while I play with her other breast. They are the perfect size to fit in my hand, plush and giving when I massage them between flicking her nipple. The taste of her skin sets my insides on fire. Every little fantasy I’ve had rolls through my head as I switch from one nipple to the other. Her moans echo around the enclosed sauna.

“Brody, fuck, I need more,” she says, hips pushing forward.

“Is your pussy needy?” I ask, kissing my way up to her collarbone again.

“Shit,” she whimpers. “Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me.”

“Strip,” I command, with a final kiss to her neck.

We both do with lightning speed, urgency and maybe a hint of fear of being found out making us messy. Shawna trips when she peels off her leggings and lands hard on the lower sauna bench. I kneel in front of her, grab hold of the material and tug it off for her with a laugh. When she’s finally naked, giggling and blushing so prettily, she looks down at me.

I kiss her knee. “You’re gorgeous, you know that. Every time I look at you I think you can’t take my breath away more.”

My hands move up her calves, slowly moving her legs apart so I can fit between them. She places one of her feet on the edge of the bench for me, spreading her pretty cunt open so I can see just how wet she is.

“Look at you,” I groan, leaning in and licking the arousal from her labia. “All this sweetness for me? Gonna get me addicted, baby.”

“Oooh, gods,” she whimpers. “Yes, yes, please keep talking to me like that.”

“Like what?” I tease, kissing her folds.

“Like a dom, like I’m precious,” she says, her hand moving to hold the one I’ve got on the outside of her thigh.

“It’s because you are, Shawna. And I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

When I lick her again, flicking my tongue over her clit, she does taste sweet, but there is a musky feminine taste to her juices. Shawna gasps, a little tremble in her thigh revealing how sensitive she is. I know enough about orc anatomy to know about her lock, but I want her to tell me what she needs.

“Do you want to come on my face?” I ask, looking up the gentle curves of her body. “Or do you want me to open up your little pussy for my cock?”

“Dick,” she groans. “Can go a few rounds, but we don’t have time for my lock.”

“How many is a few?” I grin, already moving my hand up her inner thigh. Her breath stalls for a moment when my thumb circles around her clit. “Shawna.”

“Like three, maybe,” she says, moaning when I bite at her inner thigh.

“Next time, I’ll make it four,” I promise. All the ways I want to make her orgasm start forming a list in my head. Next time will be solely about her. My first finger slips through her arousal easily, coating myself before I ease it into her. The grip of her pussy when I start to pump my hand makes me groan. “You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” she says, curling her hips up to meet my finger. “More please.”

I press a second finger inside her and her body gives under me. The flush on her cheeks grows the longer I play with her, covering her neck and chest. My own dick is desperate to be touched and used, but I’m worried if I start stroking myself now, I’ll shoot off before I’ve even made Shawna finish. I want to bury myself inside her and fucking savour it.

The sound of her wet pussy echoes around the room as I fuck her with my fingers, as I start to press a third one in she stills my hand.

“That should be good right?” she asks, desperation coating her words, fingers flexing around my wrist.

“No,” I groan, knees popping as I move to stand up. I lean over her just enough so my hand can stay at her pussy and she can touch me. “Feel how thick my cock is, Shawna.”

She fumbles for a moment, before her large hand wraps around me. She looks at me and then down at my cock. Her eyes go wide for a moment as I grit my teeth. Her hold on me is soft, the calluses on her hands make me shiver and my dick pulses in her grip. She strokes me twice, pulling back my foreskin and revealing the dark leaking tip.

“You have a pornstar dick,” she says, unable to keep from laughing.

“Thank you,” I chuckle. “I know I’m not an orc or any other bigger being, but I know it’s big enough to need three finger stretching.”

“Gods, stop me from making a personal training joke,” she giggles, starting to stroke my cock again.

I kiss her, moaning into her mouth as my body tingles and my balls ache. My third finger slides into her pussy, but I feel the tension in her. She shudders for a moment before I feel her sigh against my cheek. I pump my fingers slowly, letting her adjust until she is grinding into my palm for more. My cock leaks onto her thigh as her grip suddenly tightens.

“I’m gonna come,” she moans. I stop thrusting. The tight, thick band of muscles of her lock flexes around my fingers and I can’t wait to feel it on my dick. “Let me be on top.”

The two tiered benches of the sauna are deep, built for beings of most sizes. Annoyingly my feet dangle when I sit fully back, but I’m seeing the benefits now as we change position. I lick my fingers clean as Shawna swings one of her glorious thighs over my lap. We fit together almost perfectly here. I slide down enough to line us up and look at the beautiful woman hovering over me.

“Next time, I swear I’m gonna eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop,” I promise. “Then I’ll use whatever toys we’ve got to do it all over again before you even get to touch my cock.”

“Sweet fucking-,” she groans, leaning down to kiss me again. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth for a moment before she’s pulling back again. “You’re going to love my toys.”

“Pretty sure they’ll be my new best friends,” I grin.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she murmurs.

Shawna’s hand wraps around my shaft as she lowers her body. Her pussy radiates heat, calling to me like a moth to a fucking flame. We both gasp when the tip slips in and I grab hold of her hips. Anything to keep me steady as she sinks down my length. It takes all of me to stay still. I want her to lead this time, but my balls are screaming for release and my dick wants to be buried to the hilt.

It only takes a moment, yet we’re both panting when her pussy swallows all of me.

“Gods, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she sighs, rubbing her hands down my chest and over my stomach.

My whole body is on fire with need. I squeeze the meat of her thick hips to get her to grind on my cock, to give me just a tease of what her lock will do to me.

“How does it feel, baby?” I press. “Cause for me it’s fucking heaven.”

She rises up before her ass swings down in a motion that makes stars burst behind my eyes with pleasure. I grit my teeth when she does it again. I can’t come yet, I need to hold it together and make sure she gets everything she wants from me.

“Like Santa came early,” she laughs and I can’t help but playfully spank her ass. “Yes, again!”

Her hips rise faster as I smack her other cheek a little harder. I’ve never tried spanking as a kink, but hearing Shawna moan like this makes me wonder if we should try it. And for all the desire in me, all the hunger, there is a cosiness settling in my chest knowing we’ll get to. That I want to try anything and everything with my girl.

As her tits shake in my face with the force of her fucking, I let go of one of her hips to guide her nipple into my mouth. I suck softly, just enough to keep teasing her as I squeeze my hand between my stomach and hers to pleasure her clit.

“Brody!” She screams when I find the right rhythm for her, swirling my thumb just to the right of her clit, pulling at the skin so each time she bottoms out the little tip rubs against my pubic hair.

“Come on my cock, baby. Lock me down,” I command, letting go of her breasts to watch them shake.

Her heavy breathing gets higher pitched, little whines coming out with each inhale. I keep encouraging her. For as long as it takes, I’ll keep telling her what a good girl she is, how perfect she is, how beautiful she is, how her pussy is fucking magic. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she knows exactly how fucking lucky I am to be with her.

The first flex is softer than when I was fingering her. But soon she can’t even lift off of me. The grip of her pussy is like a vice preventing me from coming. She grinds harder against my cock and then her breathing stops.

“Fuck!”

I don’t even have the brain to respond to her cry.

The first pulse, where her lock clenches so tight I’m worried I’m going lose my dick completely makes my balls draw up so fast and hard I nearly black out. Then, as it loosens just enough, I spill inside of her. My dick twitches in the grip of her lock, shooting lines of cum into her on command like a trained dog.

I remove my hand from between us and wrap my arms around her. Shawna slumps forward, back curling so her forehead can rest on mine. I’m completely drained, she’s completely stuffed, but we are both utterly satisfied.

Even as my dick softens, her lock keeps me exactly where it wants me, buried inside the best pussy of my life. I know that people talk about post nut clarity as a joke, but right now all my brain can compute is ‘worship Shawna’.

“You want to get dinner with me?” I ask, panting a little as I lean back against the hard wood of the sauna benches to look at her. She blinks, like she’s trying to stay awake. Her pussy lock pulses around me and my dick tries valiantly to get hard again.

“Yes,” she says, pulling away to sit up a little straighter. I run my hand just under her belly button and press in the soft skin of her stomach to tease her. “I’m free whenever.”

I fish around for my shorts until I can grab my phone and put it in her hands. “Add your number, baby, and I’ll make the plans.”

“Such a gentleman,” she smirks, sarcasm coating her tone as her eyes sparkle.

“I didn’t know you were a brat,” I smile. “Santa doesn’t give naughty girls presents.”

“Sir,” she gasps and it makes her pussy clench hard enough I moan. “I am his favourite, most goodest orc.”

“Uh-huh, but do good girls let just anyone fuck them under the mistletoe?” I ask, reaching up to cup her cheek, solely focused on kissing her again under that twig.

“Yeah,” she smiles. “When it’s their true mate.”

When her lips meet mine, its perfection. Just like I know it will be every time.