Monsters Under Mistletoe

5. Carol

Chapter 5

Carol

H e was the most infuriating man in history. Watching him shift had been sexy as hell, but making me think he was going to kiss me and then run off? That wasn’t sexy or nice at all. You’ve always known he’s a first class ass , I reprimanded myself, punching my pillow into submission I wished it was his stomach instead. Come to think of it, I would have probably broken my knuckles punching his rock-hard abs. The pillow was much safer, just not as satisfying.

With a huff, I turned over, my phone charging on the station said it was past one in the morning. Tomorrow was Christmas morning, there weren’t any kids here, yet, but I had spent enough Christmases with Gabe and Patrick to know they’d be up at the crack of dawn, peeking through presents. I didn’t believe for a minute that age would have mellowed them.

The party wound down early, elevenish, because most people wanted to get some sleep before the big day, so I’d been tossing for nearly two hours. Argh! My eyes were blurry from being tired, but my restless mind wouldn’t give it … well, a rest.

Stupid Gabe anyway.

Exasperated, I gave up and left the bed to ransack the kitchen, hoping that stuffing my face with leftovers would settle me down. The one advantage of being this tall was that I could usually eat whatever took my fancy without gaining any weight, yay me. I would have rather been a few inches shorter and a few inches rounder, but that’s life, you don’t get what you want.

The house was quiet as I snuck down the stairs. Stairs that didn’t even creak. Patrick should know better than that. He’d regret it once they had kids, I supposed and grinned, looking very much forward to teaching them a thing or two about their mom and dad … and uncle … I rolled my eyes, why did everything always had to come back to Gabe?

Gabe, who had left me standing on the terrasse.

Something lying on the floor between the front entrance and the formal dining room caught my eye. No ! I slapped my forehead. The mistletoe had fallen down. With a sigh, I went into the kitchen in search of my frenemy, the three legged footstool, that once upon a time had been the McCloud brother’s time out chair. I finally spied it in the pantry.

I wasn’t too eager to climb on it again, my size eleven feet barely fit on the little contraption’s surface, as I had experienced earlier, still, this was becoming a matter of pride for me. I had one job, and damn it, I would do it right.

As I stretched, and stretched, raising on my tiptoes—two things I was utterly unaccustomed to—I felt the stool wobble. Just one more fraction of an inch , I peptalked myself. Almost there … That was when I felt it tipping underneath me. Not again , shot through my head, just as two large hands gripped my waist, steadied me.

“Easy, there,” his familiar voice rasped, sending showers of goosebumps down my spine, giving a serious case of déjà vu. “Knot it up, I got you.”

Fuck, why did those words flushed through my pussy, drenching it?

“Got it!” I exclaimed triumphantly. His hands, moved up from my waist, his thumbs brushed against the outer line of my tits, making me take a sharp inhale and again, I teetered on the stool.

“That’s my good girl,” Gabe drawled, pulling me off the stool as if I weighed nothing, allowing me, for the first time, to feel like the fairy princess I had always dreamed of being.

The devil rode me, I slung my legs around his waist, and lowered my head, since he was still holding me up high.

“Mistletoe,” my voice sounded husky.

He eyes moved up, and the sexiest grin I had ever seen moved over his features, liquifying my ovaries and drenching my pussy.

“Is that so?” he drawled.

Slowly, he lowered me against his magnificent torso. His naked , magnificent torso. Fuck, he was built. My legs still encircled his waist, my core pressed against his crotch, a very hard crotch.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

I lowered my head, any temptation I might have felt about leaving him hanging like he had me evaporated into thin air. My entire body screamed for him. The moment our lips met was everything I had ever dreamed of and so much more. Holding me up with one hand around my waist again, he dug his free hand in my hair, to press me closer to him, as his lips crushed against mine. His tongue entered like a conquering army, demanding, domineering.

I surrendered all too willingly, pressing my body against his, sending my hand to explore his back, relishing in the ripple of his muscles underneath my palm. Good God, this man was built like a Greek god.

His tongue dominated my mouth mercilessly, sending shivers over my skin, and creating an ache deep inside my pussy I knew only he could fill. My pubis rubbed against his elongating cock until my curiosity won out and my hand dove down, grabbed him, explored his lengths through his pants. He groaned.

“Caro!”

Without warning, he slammed my back into the wall behind us. I didn’t mind, I didn’t care. He let go of my hair and cupped the right side of my ass and thigh, eliciting a groan from me that came all the way up my core.

Without further ado, he carried me into the kitchen, where he sat me on the kitchen island, breaking our kiss. He didn’t hesitate for a second. He grabbed my shirt by the collar and ripped it open.

“Christ, Caro,” his voice was so deep now, it was barely a whisper. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”

My thong found the same end as my shirt, ripped and on the floor. He stood between my legs, pulling me forward, and put one of my straining nipples into his mouth. The contact was like an electrical current, heat rushed through my pussy, my back arched, and my head fell back as a deep moan escaped me.

He reached for my other tit, cupped it, and I was sure I was about to explode. His calloused thumb pressed against my nipple, before he took it between two fingers and rolled it, while sucking the other within an inch of my life.

“Gabe,” I mewled.

“Spread them for me, babe,” he demanded as he lowered himself to his knees, putting both of his hands on the outside of my thighs, massaging the thick part where it met my ass cheeks.

This isn’t happening, this can’t be happening , my mind screamed, all the while my body sang. His tongue brushed my clit and I would have shot up, had his hands not held me in place.

“Fuck, Gabe,”

“Ah, you taste delicious,” he rasped as his tongue moved up and down my pussy, entering my hole, teasing my clit and driving me to unprecedented heights, where I could barely keep my head up.

“Come for me, Caro,” he teased.

“I need … I need …” I panted.

“What do you need, my goddess?” He looked up just as I managed to raise my head. His lips gleamed from my wetness, his eyes were all pupils as they devoured me, all the while his fingers were kneading into my flesh, sending me even closer over the edge.

He licked his lips with the most sensuous smile I had ever seen on a man and my eyes rolled back.

“I need you to fuck me.”

He rose between my legs, that same cocky grin that had plagued me throughout my childhood, puberty, adolescence and into adulthood took on a whole new meaning as he opened his pants. He rolled his hips and they fell down his legs, exposing the biggest cock I had ever seen.

“Oh my God,” I flustered, leaning forward, but he pushed me back, moving my legs apart even more, the tip of his humongous cock teased my entrance.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he demanded.

In response, I scooted forward, nearly impaling myself on his shaft. With a groan he pushed his hips forward and my eyes rolled back, again, as inch by inch, his cock took possession of my pussy, spreading my walls deliciously.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice was getting breathless as well.

I leaned on my shaking elbows, scissored my legs around him, kicked his ass with my feet, making him chuckle.

Both of his hands were now firmly planted on my ass as he began moving us back and forward on his cock, all I could do was raise and lower my hips, as sweat tickled down my neck and every inch of my body turned into Jell-O.

The ache deep in my pussy began to fill with the delicious sensation of heat as I rode the cusp of coming. I closed my eyes to ride the wave.

“Open your eyes, I want to see your eyes when you come,” he ordered and I obeyed, losing myself in the deep abyss of his black pupils, as my pleasure intensified.

“Gabe!”

“Fuck, Caro!” he yelled, pushing into me.

My arms gave out from under me, my back arched, pressing me into him while my toes curled. My arms made helpless swimming motions, sending dishes, cookies, pastries, crashing to the ground. I didn’t care. All I cared about was this deep, sweet, sensation spreading through me, robbing me of my breath as the pulsing inside me exploded in one rush of bliss.