Blissemas and Flash Fiction!

For my day of Blissemas, I thought I'd share a fun piece of sexy flash fiction. I love giving the Blissemas girl a story and this years scorches! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to comment. If you do, you're entered in the hat for the Kindle!!

Now about that flash fiction...

Nixie Claus sat in Nick’s chair. Soon he’d be home. She crossed her legs, then re-crossed them and admired her boots. Santa had been good to her that year.

Footsteps clomped on the floor and a shaft of light stretched across the floor. “Nix?” The steps grew louder and the light disappeared. “Honey?”

Nick strode through his office door. Snow tumbled to his feet and his hat slid from his head. He dropped the thick red bag and shrugged out of his coat.

“You’ll never believe the night I had.” He shook his head, his salt and pepper colored hair fluffed from the hat. “Three dog bites, a thousand cookies offered, two bottles of aspirin and fourteen hundred kids who waited up for me.”

Nixie propped her boot-clad feet on the desk. “I see.”

“Don’t they know not to wait up?” Nick finally looked at her. His lips parted a fraction of an inch and he gasped. “Please tell me you’ve waited up for Santa with a present.”

“Oh, I did.” She stroked the length of his desktop with her gloved fingers. “But Santa never told me which list I made. Last I knew I was on the perpetual naughty list.” She stood and finger combed her hair, then sauntered across the room to where he stood. “Santa, Baby?”

He palmed her bare bottom and groaned. “Need to get out of this suit.”

“Me?” She stepped backwards and wriggled her ass. “I’m not wearing a suit.”

“And I love it.” He threaded his fingers with hers and led her to the desk. “I believe you asked for a Smutty Christmas. One with sex on my desk, sex under the tree and sex in the moonlight.” He turned on the Christmas tree lamp, bathing his desktop in colored lights. Moonlight streamed in through the window behind the desk. “Will this do?”

He shucked his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked, save for his boots. “Now we match.”

“Uh-huh.” Nixie took over and eased Nick onto the desk top. With both hands, she stroked his burgeoning erection, then licked the blunt head of his cock.

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, you are good.” He drew in a long breath and rocked his hips, fucking her fingers. “Don’t tease me, Sweets. Climb on for a ride.”

She cocked her brow, then crawled onto his lap. Nick smoothed his hands up her sides to her breasts and pinched. The white hot jolt of pleasure-pain ricocheted to her core. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and leaned into his grasp.

“Nice.” He sat up enough to scoot back farther on the desk, then met her for a kiss. “Ride me,” he commanded between kisses.

Nixie balanced on her knees and sank down on his erection. They’d made love that morning, but nothing felt as good as Christmas morning sex. She rocked back and forth on his cock, stroking herself from within on him.

“Oh yeah.” Nick clutched her hips and drove up into her, his dick rubbing every sensitive spot in her pussy.  “This won’t last, love.”

“Don’t want it to.” She trailed her fingernails down his chest. “So close.”

“Come with me, babe.” Nick filled her womb with seed and groaned.

Nixie embraced the climax and shuddered. From her head to her toes, warmth enveloped her. She settled on his chest and snuggled. “Best yet.”

“Yep.” Nick didn’t say anything else for a long moment, just stroked her back and held her close. “You know—the only way to make this absolutely perfect, would be having the fire place on.”

“And you dropped your coat by the door.” Nixie curled tighter against him. “Merry Christmas Santa. Did you get what you wanted?”

“I’ve got you. Best present ever. Merry Christmas love.”

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