Monsters Under Mistletoe

3. Jake

Chapter 3

Jake

I 'd been pacing my room for an hour, trying desperately to find sleep, when a soft knock had me running to the door. Moira stood there in a pair of fleece pants and a tank top, her gorgeous cleavage on full display. Her face was devoid of makeup and there were tiny, almost imperceptible freckles across her nose. She looked a little rumpled and tired, and I was mesmerized. Her eyes drifted down my bare chest to my boxer briefs and then back up quickly, her pale cheeks flushed.

We stared at one another for a second before we both moved at the same time, grabbing for one another as our mouths crashed together.

She tasted of peppermint toothpaste, and her skin smelled like lemons as I plundered her mouth. Our hands were everywhere on one another's' bodies, grappling and scratching in an attempt to get our clothes off.

"I missed you," I breathed against her throat.

"Me too...I can't stop thinking about that night."

"It was the best time I had in a long time."

She moaned as I managed to get her tank top off and clamped my mouth onto her breast, trying to be careful not to scratch her with my tusks. Her little fingers threaded through my hair and held me to her, little mewling sounds driving me on. I backed her to the bed and then knelt before her, drawing her fleece pants down before she sat on the edge, naked and gorgeous.

"Can you lie back? Will that hurt?"

"No, this is soft enough."

"Good, I want to look at you before I feast."

She bit her bottom lip, which was red and swollen from my kisses. I glimpsed evidence of my tusks on her face and down her throat and a low growl escaped me. I'd never been one of those males that cared about marking someone, but seeing those red trails on her skin had me downright feral to do it over and over.

I dove between her thighs and parted her with my thumbs. Usually, I'd try to tease and take my time, but I was ravenous for her. The moment I ran my tongue up her delicious slit, Moira let out an obscene moan that went straight to my weeping cock. She was drenched, her cunt dripping for me, and I lapped it up as my thumb rubbed her clit in circles.

"Yes," she moaned, starting to grind against my face. "Jake...oh!"

When she came saying my name, I thought I'd shoot my load right then and there. Hearing her so overcome by me, for me, it was intoxicating. I drank down every drop of her as she rode out the dregs of her orgasm, then trailed kisses up her body until I was holding myself above her.

"What's a good position for tonight?" I asked.

"Me on top. Can you come like that?"

"Baby, I almost came listening to you just now, so yeah, I'll definitely come like that."

Her smile was bright and lit me up with its warmth. I wanted to make her smile like that every day, every hour. The reasons why this wasn't a good idea, why we should probably stop and reconsider, were obliterated the moment she pushed me onto my back and straddled me.

Moira teased me with her wet cunt, sliding back and forth over the head of my cock until I was panting, on the verge of begging her to let me in. Then my little vixen leaned forward, the tips of her breasts brushed my chest, and she bit my ear lobe.

"How bad do you want me, Jake?" she whispered in my ear. "How bad do you want my tight pussy?"

"So fucking bad."

My hands gripped her hips and tried to push her down onto me.

But she just gave me a husky, wicked laugh, and I moaned low in my throat.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" I gasped, reaching between us now to drag my dip through her. "How hard you make me...since that night, Moira, I can't get you out of my mind."

She drew back and our eyes locked, her mouth was parted, hair mussed, and I nearly died.

"You're so beautiful."

Moira seized my mouth with hers and lowered herself slowly onto me. I was blinded by the sensation of her tight heat around me and when she threw her head back and started riding me in earnest, I knew I was ruined for anyone else.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, even though we'd only been together once before. Faster and faster, she rode me as I thrust up into her until we both exploded together. Fire tightened my muscles, my toes curled, and I let out a long, loud roar of triumph as I painted her channel with me.

Moira slumped down on top of me after and I held her, loving the intimacy of my cock softening inside of her. But that's when I realized that I hadn't used a condom.

"I've been tested recently," I whispered against her hair.

"Me too, and I've got an IUD," she replied, resting her chin on my chest.

Her fingers played with some of my chest hair, combing her fingers through it and for the first time ever, I wasn't self-conscious about how much hair I had on my body.

"What does this mean for us working together?" she asked after a few minutes.

"I don't' know," I admitted. "But what if we just took it one day at a time? What if we...what if we saw where it went?"

"You mean like dating?"

There was a hopeful lilt to her voice and an adorable little wrinkle above her nose. How had this woman so completely captured me in such a short amount of time?

"Yes," I said, even though I'd never wanted to date anyone in my life.

Until now.

"And since we're basically on an even playing field responsibility wise, then there's no power imbalance," she said, her voice becoming thoughtful.

"No, there isn't. But there is the chance that if something goes wrong, we might not want to work together anymore."

She nodded slowly.

"Are you willing to take that risk?"

I brushed back wild strands of dark hair, letting its softness run through my calloused fingers.

"I am," I whispered. "I've...Moira I don't want to scare you, but I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Her body relaxed against mine and she let out a little giggle as she planted a kiss on my stomach.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that because neither have I."

A wide smile blossomed on my face, and I realized that this was the freest I'd felt in decades. Maybe it was the change in jobs, not having the constant pressure of danger all around, knowing that I couldn't form attachments because I was never in the same place for very long. Maybe it was the woman I was holding in my arms. Maybe it was all of it.

Truth be told, I didn't need the answer right now. All I needed was her, knowing we could see where this could go.

"Can I stay the night?" she asked.

"Absolutely. And I'll wake you up with my head between your legs."

"Careful, you'll spoil me."

"I intend to."

She rolled onto her side, back to my front and as I shut off the lights, curling my body around Moira's. And I felt like I was coming home at last.