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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