Naughty Nicks, page 2
“With sex? You don’t even know me.”
“I didn’t know that was a requirement.” She wiggled her fingers. “I promise I don’t bite. Much. You don’t even have to stay for breakfast if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He was being an idiot. A beautiful woman wanted to sleep with him, no strings attached and he was hesitating. What the fuck had Megs done to him?
“You can look at it as sticking it to your wife if you want? The ultimate fuck you.”
Blake got up from his stool and took her by the hand. “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
“I doubt you could.” Kim waved to her friends as they walked past, flipping one of them the finger when she let out a wolf whistle. “Bite me, Miranda.”
Blake didn’t remember much about the walk to Kim’s place, partially because it was insanely cold out, but mostly because she held his hand the entire way there. It was weird; they’d just met, had barely talked for more than ten minutes and Blake was more comfortable in Kim’s presence than he’d been in Megs’ for the past several months.
By the time they reached her apartment and walked up the stairs to the third floor, Blake knew unless she changed her mind and kicked his sorry ass to the curb, he would actually sleep with her. What did he have to lose at this point? She was young, but wasn’t looking for any type of commitment. He needed something to give him a push out of this bullshit angst he’d been wallowing in for a week. A night of casual sex would be just the thing. It wasn’t as though he’d ever let Megs back into his life.
“Here we are. Sorry about the mess.” The apartment was basic, but comfortable. A few pieces of IKEA furniture were strategically placed in the room so it didn’t look as empty as it should.
Kim ran around, picking up discarded shirts and kicking some boots into a closet, while Blake pulled off his boots and walked into the room. This was weird, being in a place he’d never been before, knowing in a short time he’d most likely be naked with the energy-charged woman flitting around him. If nothing else, the experience would leave him smiling. “Is there anything I can help with?”
“Nothing,” her voice came from what must have been her bedroom. “You can get comfortable.”
Comfortable. Right.
Shrugging off his coat, he laid it across the back of a chair before sitting on the couch. Okay, this was weird.
“Do you want a beer? The eggnog smells a bit off.”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
More noise before Kim emerged from the kitchen, a beer in each hand...and standing in her underwear. Which was red lace.
Blake took the beer without looking away from her toned body, admiring the way the lace clung to the swell of her breasts, the rise of her hips and how it contrasted with her pale skin. He lifted the bottle to his lips and drained half the contents before his world righted itself.
“What did you say you did?” His voice croaked slightly, forcing him to clear it.
“I’m a personal trainer, though it doesn’t pay well. I’m finishing up my Kinesiology degree. Not sure what I’m going to do after that yet.” She ran her tongue around the head of her beer bottle before shooting him a wink and taking a drink. “What do you do?”
“I run my own business.” Holy fucking Santa Claus, this was really happening. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I do.” Kim set the bottle down and got onto her knees in front of him. “Look, I don’t normally pick up guys for flings.” She placed her hands on his knees and gave him a squeeze. “But I’ve seen you off and on for a week now at that bar. You look like someone ripped out your heart and stomped on it. No one deserves that kind of treatment and no one deserves to be alone this time of year. If I can make your life a little brighter and give us both a great orgasm in the process, well then, I’ll consider it my good deed for the season.”
Blake watched her hand as she reached up and tugged the thin strap of her bra down. “So you’re like my Christmas elf or something?”
“Yup.” The strap fell past her biceps and the front of the cup moved with it. “You’ve been a good boy, so Santa sent you a special present.”
If Kim was his consolation prize for Megs cheating, then maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Thank you, Santa.”
She flicked the other strap down so there was nothing preventing the thin fabric from falling. “Is there anything I should know before I give you your present? Any dislikes? Kinks? I won’t talk baby talk or any of that shit, just so you know, but I’m pretty flexible with everything else.”
Fuck, his cock was so hard he thought he would come in his pants. “Anything is good. I’m a pretty simple guy.” The last thing he wanted was to come off as a prude, because there was a mostly naked woman on her knees in front of him and that meant there was going to be actual, honest-to-God sex.
It had been weeks since he and Megs had done anything. His cock and balls were particularly full, making him more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events. Kim ran her hands up the length of his thighs and squeezed the tops, inches from his cock. Blake couldn’t stop from bucking his hips in response. “I’m going to fucking come before you even touch me.”
“Don’t do that. We’re just getting started.”
He didn’t move when her fingers found the fly to his jeans and Kim began to work them open. “I’ve got to confess, I’m not used to this.”
Kim cocked an eyebrow. “Sex?”
“Sex with someone I don’t know.”
She pulled his jeans open wide, exposing his cloth-covered erection. “It’s simple. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. You tell me what turns you on and I’ll make it happen.” With sure fingers, she hooked the elastic band of his boxer-briefs and tugged them down as far as she could. “And to let you know, a nice cock is a big turn-on for me.”
Blake lifted his hips when she started tugging on the bunched-up fabric. With a little effort, they managed to strip him from the waist down. Feeling more awkward dressed in only his shirt, he tugged it off over his head, leaving him fully exposed for Kim’s inspection.
She sat back on her heels and gave him a slow once over. “God, I love older men.”
He thought she was going to tease him by remaining clothed, but Blake was surprised when she reached behind her back and released her bra. Two breasts that would fit perfectly into his hands fell into his sight. Her nipples were already hard, begging him to suck on them. But as soon as he reached for her, Kim pushed him back into the chair.
“Not yet. I want my taste first.” Grabbing his cock by the root, she rose up onto her knees and swallowed him all the way down.
“Fuck.” Blake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Kim’s tongue proceeded to lap at his shaft.
Megs wasn’t big into blow jobs, so having his cock surrounded by wet warmth was enough to get his balls tightening. If it wasn’t for Kim’s thumb pressing against his shaft in the right spot, he would have come. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and let the sensations roll through him. She sucked at his cock-head. She’d run her tongue down the length of his shaft to stop at his balls. Then she proceeded to suck them one at a time into her mouth. Blake was a moaning fool, his hands clutching the sides of the chair in a death grip.
Kim pulled back with a pop. “You’ve got a nice cock, Blake.”
Somehow he managed to open his eyes and looked down at her. Kim’s lips were shiny from spit, and red from the suction. Her curly hair appeared even wilder. He needed to touch her, taste her, right now.
Enjoying her squeak as he pushed her back to the floor, he took her by the hips and pulled her lace panties down her legs. “You don’t need these.”
“If you say so. You’re the boss.”
Megs always liked being the boss in the bedroom—this would be a pleasant change. He had a list of things he wanted to do to Kim. The first of which is...
Kim gasped as he lowered his face to her pussy and licked a slow path across her clit. The smell of her arousal and the feeling of her firm thighs pressing against his face was enough to blank his mind of his remaining problems. All that mattered was having sex with this surprising woman, wanting to make her come as hard and as long as he could.
Initially setting a slow pace, Blake used his tongue, teeth and fingers to tease Kim. He slid his fingers into her pussy, pressing against the flush skin, coaxing more wetness from her with each pass. Each time he’d press in deep, he’d match it with a flick of his tongue across her clit. It became a rhythm, a musical beat that they’d both fallen beneath.
He lost track of how long he’d been between her legs, not caring about time and only focused on her. It wasn’t until her fingers found his hair and tugged hard that he realized that he’d brought her to the edge.
“Gonna come.” Her voice was ragged, sex-rough.
If he’d known her, Blake might have taken the time to tease her some more. He would have pulled back, maybe played with her nipples, or spanked her ass for fun. But Kim was an unknown quantity and this was Christmas. He sucked her clit hard so it was fully into his mouth. At the same time he pressed two fingers deep into her pussy and fanned them wide. The combination had her bearing down on him as she squeezed her fingers painfully in his hair.
“Fuck!” Her body convulsed as she came, forcing Blake to fight in order to keep licking. He stopped breathing, keeping his focus solely on her and his need to make this good.
As quickly as the fire of her orgasm erupted, Kim fell back down onto the carpet. She released his head, but only so she could cup the back of his neck and coax him up. Her lips were parted and her eyes barely opened as she looked up at him. He knew she wanted him to kiss her. Could tell by the way she lifted her chin and the slight turn of her head. If this was any other time, any other situation, Blake would be making out with her like a pro. But Megs was still too close to the surface and he didn’t want to taint this with her memory. Instead he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked.
“Condoms?” He hadn’t thought to ask before now. Fuck, what if she didn’t have any?
“In my purse.” Kim was reaching before she’d finished speaking. “You’re in luck. I just bought some.”
“’Tis the season.”
Kim pulled one of the packets from its home and ripped it open with her teeth. She then reached down and rolled it into place, giving his balls a light squeeze when she finished. “I get the impression it’s been a while.”
“Sex was the first thing to go. I should have realized it was a sign.”
“Well then you do what you need to do. No shame in coming fast.”
Ouch. “I can last long enough to make you come again.”
“It’s fine. I’m usually one and done.”
Didn’t this girl realize she was waving the proverbial red flag? “Challenge accepted.”
Instead of taking her missionary style, Blake encouraged Kim up onto her hands and knees. When she was fully turned around, he saw the cherry blossom tattoo that covered part of her back and along her side. The artwork was beautiful, making her body even more appealing.
He held her hips firmly as he slid his cock into her tight pussy. Her muscles were twitching uncontrollably from her recent orgasm, each ripple gripping his shaft. Blake moaned once he was fully seated inside her. He was going to need a minute if he wanted to make good on his claim.
Kim pushed back against him. “Come on and fuck me.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“You’ll die happy.” She bucked back against him again. “I like it hard and fast.”
There wasn’t any reason why he needed to impress Kim, even though he wanted to. Tonight was supposed to be selfish, taking what he wanted to drive Megs from his mind. He started thrusting into Kim with long, hard strokes, being sure to slap his balls against her ass each time. It didn’t take long for her to start moaning, though he didn’t know if it was for show or if she was really that into him.
The longer he fucked her, the more he needed to make her come a second time. He leaned against her back, bracing one hand against the floor for balance as he fumbled for the opened condom packet. It was awkward, but he managed to squeeze out a bit of the remaining lube and coat his fingertips. Hopefully it would be enough.
Reaching between her legs, he slipped his fingers around her still swollen clit and began to pinch and tease the sensitive flesh. Kim gasped and her backward thrusts faltered in their rhythm. “Shit.”
“You’ve been a good little elf.” He bit down on her shoulder, licking the skin afterward. “You’ve earned an extra present.”
Kim’s giggle shook her whole body. “You’re fun.”
He didn’t want to be fun. He wanted to be a holiday sex god. Blake pressed his thumb to her clit and started fucking her hard once again. The angle was awkward enough to keep his own orgasm at bay while he focused on making Kim come. He knew he was hitting the mark when her moans stopped coming at regular intervals and started exploding from her in a way that appeared to catch her off-guard.
“That’s it. You feel it, don’t you?” Her body was so much smaller than his that he was practically wrapped around her. Blake leaned in and sucked on her ear lobe. “You’re so wet. I want you to come on my cock.”
He pressed on her clit a bit harder as he slammed into her body. It was enough. Kim gasped and her body tensed beneath him. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her orgasm grabbed hold of her. He pushed himself back up so he was fully behind her, his hands back on her hips. The change in position and the force with which her body was squeezing his cock was all it took. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, opened his mouth and cried out.
Pleasure...no, this was far too intense to call it pleasure. Bliss. Yes, his body exploded with bliss as his orgasm tore through every cell in his body. His hearing and sight left him, until all he could do was feel. Every bad thing in his life disappeared, to be replaced by bliss.
And Kim.
Blake’s body finally gave out on him. He managed to gently pull out of her before falling onto his side on the floor. He was vaguely aware of her sliding down next to him. She didn’t rest her head on his chest or wrap an arm around him, but she did brush her fingers against his as they lay there side-by-side.
“Wow,” he managed to say after a few comfortable moments of silence.
“Merry Christmas.” She turned her head and grinned. “Or at least I hope it will be for you.”
“Hard to be a Grinch when I’ve just had the best sex in...years.”
“You were pretty damn good, boss.” She sighed and closed her eyes.
He liked it when she called him boss. She was teasing of course, but the word on her lips felt right. There wasn’t the bit of bite that his employees had when they’d say it to him. Stress had a way of keeping him apart from the others. What he needed was a fresh start, a way to regain some of that teasing that Kim offered.
Really, he should just hire her.
No. He couldn’t.
Blake turned his head to study her. She was young, beautiful and at the beginning of her life. No doubt she’d quickly figure out what she’d want to do with her degree, the type of career she wanted to pursue. All he could offer her was part-time in a business that he wasn’t sure would even take off.
There was no way a woman like Kim would want anything to do with Naughty Nicks.
“Hey?” His voice was rough, so he cleared his throat. “I have a question for you.”
Kim peeked at him from one eye, her lips turned down into a frown. “I did mention this was a no-commitment thing, right? Because I have no intention of being a rebound.”
He waved his hand, dismissing her concern. “I told you I’m an entrepreneur, right?”
“Yeah.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows.
“How do you feel about stripper Santas?”
Kim continued to stare at him for several more seconds before her face broke out in a grin. “Seriously?”
“I need an office manager. It would only be seasonal—”
“You’re offering me a job after we’ve just had sex to run a stripper Santa business?”
“Well, if you put it that way—”
Kim burst out laughing as she fell back onto her side. “Oh my God, you’re awesome.”
Close one, dude. “So what do you say then? Want to come be my elf?” Blake kept his gaze on her as she pondered her answer. Fingers crossed it was the one he wanted.
Chapter One
“Naughty Nicks Frosted Fantasies. Where one of Santa’s helpers will bring you a special present from the not-so-frozen North. My name is Elf Kim, how may I help you?”
The giggles on the other end of the line weren’t reassuring. Chances were this was yet another busted call, wasting Kim’s time but hopefully providing her with some laughs. It wasn’t surprising, given the nature of the company and what they were marketing. Stripper Santas weren’t totally unheard of in Toronto, but Naughty Nicks was the gold standard in that particular niche market.
“Umm...hi. So, Naughty Nicks?” The girl on the other end of the phone sounded old enough to be legally enquiring about their services. She hoped. “Do they...umm...get...you know.”
“Naked?” Some of the boys they’d hired to strip would give the clients a penis helicopter if they asked nicely. I better send Ryan another reminder not to do that again. “We can discuss options, but most are not safe for work. It depends on the package you buy and how old the audience will be.”
More giggling, no doubt because Kim said package. Maybe they’re not of age. She’d need to confirm a driver’s license to make sure. She made a side note about having a PG-13 version for customers who fell into the questionable category. Not that she’d think Blake would want to dilute the Naughty Nicks brand, but it was always good to have options.
“You would need to sign some paperwork for that of course. Naughty Nicks does all we can to prevent minors from seeing any inappropriate North Poles, if you catch my meaning.”
Okay, she really did have an awesome part-time job.
“That’s fine. This is for a friend’s bachelorette party. She’s getting married in the Dominican and we can’t all afford to go. So you know—”
“I didn’t know that was a requirement.” She wiggled her fingers. “I promise I don’t bite. Much. You don’t even have to stay for breakfast if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He was being an idiot. A beautiful woman wanted to sleep with him, no strings attached and he was hesitating. What the fuck had Megs done to him?
“You can look at it as sticking it to your wife if you want? The ultimate fuck you.”
Blake got up from his stool and took her by the hand. “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
“I doubt you could.” Kim waved to her friends as they walked past, flipping one of them the finger when she let out a wolf whistle. “Bite me, Miranda.”
Blake didn’t remember much about the walk to Kim’s place, partially because it was insanely cold out, but mostly because she held his hand the entire way there. It was weird; they’d just met, had barely talked for more than ten minutes and Blake was more comfortable in Kim’s presence than he’d been in Megs’ for the past several months.
By the time they reached her apartment and walked up the stairs to the third floor, Blake knew unless she changed her mind and kicked his sorry ass to the curb, he would actually sleep with her. What did he have to lose at this point? She was young, but wasn’t looking for any type of commitment. He needed something to give him a push out of this bullshit angst he’d been wallowing in for a week. A night of casual sex would be just the thing. It wasn’t as though he’d ever let Megs back into his life.
“Here we are. Sorry about the mess.” The apartment was basic, but comfortable. A few pieces of IKEA furniture were strategically placed in the room so it didn’t look as empty as it should.
Kim ran around, picking up discarded shirts and kicking some boots into a closet, while Blake pulled off his boots and walked into the room. This was weird, being in a place he’d never been before, knowing in a short time he’d most likely be naked with the energy-charged woman flitting around him. If nothing else, the experience would leave him smiling. “Is there anything I can help with?”
“Nothing,” her voice came from what must have been her bedroom. “You can get comfortable.”
Comfortable. Right.
Shrugging off his coat, he laid it across the back of a chair before sitting on the couch. Okay, this was weird.
“Do you want a beer? The eggnog smells a bit off.”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
More noise before Kim emerged from the kitchen, a beer in each hand...and standing in her underwear. Which was red lace.
Blake took the beer without looking away from her toned body, admiring the way the lace clung to the swell of her breasts, the rise of her hips and how it contrasted with her pale skin. He lifted the bottle to his lips and drained half the contents before his world righted itself.
“What did you say you did?” His voice croaked slightly, forcing him to clear it.
“I’m a personal trainer, though it doesn’t pay well. I’m finishing up my Kinesiology degree. Not sure what I’m going to do after that yet.” She ran her tongue around the head of her beer bottle before shooting him a wink and taking a drink. “What do you do?”
“I run my own business.” Holy fucking Santa Claus, this was really happening. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I do.” Kim set the bottle down and got onto her knees in front of him. “Look, I don’t normally pick up guys for flings.” She placed her hands on his knees and gave him a squeeze. “But I’ve seen you off and on for a week now at that bar. You look like someone ripped out your heart and stomped on it. No one deserves that kind of treatment and no one deserves to be alone this time of year. If I can make your life a little brighter and give us both a great orgasm in the process, well then, I’ll consider it my good deed for the season.”
Blake watched her hand as she reached up and tugged the thin strap of her bra down. “So you’re like my Christmas elf or something?”
“Yup.” The strap fell past her biceps and the front of the cup moved with it. “You’ve been a good boy, so Santa sent you a special present.”
If Kim was his consolation prize for Megs cheating, then maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Thank you, Santa.”
She flicked the other strap down so there was nothing preventing the thin fabric from falling. “Is there anything I should know before I give you your present? Any dislikes? Kinks? I won’t talk baby talk or any of that shit, just so you know, but I’m pretty flexible with everything else.”
Fuck, his cock was so hard he thought he would come in his pants. “Anything is good. I’m a pretty simple guy.” The last thing he wanted was to come off as a prude, because there was a mostly naked woman on her knees in front of him and that meant there was going to be actual, honest-to-God sex.
It had been weeks since he and Megs had done anything. His cock and balls were particularly full, making him more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events. Kim ran her hands up the length of his thighs and squeezed the tops, inches from his cock. Blake couldn’t stop from bucking his hips in response. “I’m going to fucking come before you even touch me.”
“Don’t do that. We’re just getting started.”
He didn’t move when her fingers found the fly to his jeans and Kim began to work them open. “I’ve got to confess, I’m not used to this.”
Kim cocked an eyebrow. “Sex?”
“Sex with someone I don’t know.”
She pulled his jeans open wide, exposing his cloth-covered erection. “It’s simple. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. You tell me what turns you on and I’ll make it happen.” With sure fingers, she hooked the elastic band of his boxer-briefs and tugged them down as far as she could. “And to let you know, a nice cock is a big turn-on for me.”
Blake lifted his hips when she started tugging on the bunched-up fabric. With a little effort, they managed to strip him from the waist down. Feeling more awkward dressed in only his shirt, he tugged it off over his head, leaving him fully exposed for Kim’s inspection.
She sat back on her heels and gave him a slow once over. “God, I love older men.”
He thought she was going to tease him by remaining clothed, but Blake was surprised when she reached behind her back and released her bra. Two breasts that would fit perfectly into his hands fell into his sight. Her nipples were already hard, begging him to suck on them. But as soon as he reached for her, Kim pushed him back into the chair.
“Not yet. I want my taste first.” Grabbing his cock by the root, she rose up onto her knees and swallowed him all the way down.
“Fuck.” Blake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Kim’s tongue proceeded to lap at his shaft.
Megs wasn’t big into blow jobs, so having his cock surrounded by wet warmth was enough to get his balls tightening. If it wasn’t for Kim’s thumb pressing against his shaft in the right spot, he would have come. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and let the sensations roll through him. She sucked at his cock-head. She’d run her tongue down the length of his shaft to stop at his balls. Then she proceeded to suck them one at a time into her mouth. Blake was a moaning fool, his hands clutching the sides of the chair in a death grip.
Kim pulled back with a pop. “You’ve got a nice cock, Blake.”
Somehow he managed to open his eyes and looked down at her. Kim’s lips were shiny from spit, and red from the suction. Her curly hair appeared even wilder. He needed to touch her, taste her, right now.
Enjoying her squeak as he pushed her back to the floor, he took her by the hips and pulled her lace panties down her legs. “You don’t need these.”
“If you say so. You’re the boss.”
Megs always liked being the boss in the bedroom—this would be a pleasant change. He had a list of things he wanted to do to Kim. The first of which is...
Kim gasped as he lowered his face to her pussy and licked a slow path across her clit. The smell of her arousal and the feeling of her firm thighs pressing against his face was enough to blank his mind of his remaining problems. All that mattered was having sex with this surprising woman, wanting to make her come as hard and as long as he could.
Initially setting a slow pace, Blake used his tongue, teeth and fingers to tease Kim. He slid his fingers into her pussy, pressing against the flush skin, coaxing more wetness from her with each pass. Each time he’d press in deep, he’d match it with a flick of his tongue across her clit. It became a rhythm, a musical beat that they’d both fallen beneath.
He lost track of how long he’d been between her legs, not caring about time and only focused on her. It wasn’t until her fingers found his hair and tugged hard that he realized that he’d brought her to the edge.
“Gonna come.” Her voice was ragged, sex-rough.
If he’d known her, Blake might have taken the time to tease her some more. He would have pulled back, maybe played with her nipples, or spanked her ass for fun. But Kim was an unknown quantity and this was Christmas. He sucked her clit hard so it was fully into his mouth. At the same time he pressed two fingers deep into her pussy and fanned them wide. The combination had her bearing down on him as she squeezed her fingers painfully in his hair.
“Fuck!” Her body convulsed as she came, forcing Blake to fight in order to keep licking. He stopped breathing, keeping his focus solely on her and his need to make this good.
As quickly as the fire of her orgasm erupted, Kim fell back down onto the carpet. She released his head, but only so she could cup the back of his neck and coax him up. Her lips were parted and her eyes barely opened as she looked up at him. He knew she wanted him to kiss her. Could tell by the way she lifted her chin and the slight turn of her head. If this was any other time, any other situation, Blake would be making out with her like a pro. But Megs was still too close to the surface and he didn’t want to taint this with her memory. Instead he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked.
“Condoms?” He hadn’t thought to ask before now. Fuck, what if she didn’t have any?
“In my purse.” Kim was reaching before she’d finished speaking. “You’re in luck. I just bought some.”
“’Tis the season.”
Kim pulled one of the packets from its home and ripped it open with her teeth. She then reached down and rolled it into place, giving his balls a light squeeze when she finished. “I get the impression it’s been a while.”
“Sex was the first thing to go. I should have realized it was a sign.”
“Well then you do what you need to do. No shame in coming fast.”
Ouch. “I can last long enough to make you come again.”
“It’s fine. I’m usually one and done.”
Didn’t this girl realize she was waving the proverbial red flag? “Challenge accepted.”
Instead of taking her missionary style, Blake encouraged Kim up onto her hands and knees. When she was fully turned around, he saw the cherry blossom tattoo that covered part of her back and along her side. The artwork was beautiful, making her body even more appealing.
He held her hips firmly as he slid his cock into her tight pussy. Her muscles were twitching uncontrollably from her recent orgasm, each ripple gripping his shaft. Blake moaned once he was fully seated inside her. He was going to need a minute if he wanted to make good on his claim.
Kim pushed back against him. “Come on and fuck me.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“You’ll die happy.” She bucked back against him again. “I like it hard and fast.”
There wasn’t any reason why he needed to impress Kim, even though he wanted to. Tonight was supposed to be selfish, taking what he wanted to drive Megs from his mind. He started thrusting into Kim with long, hard strokes, being sure to slap his balls against her ass each time. It didn’t take long for her to start moaning, though he didn’t know if it was for show or if she was really that into him.
The longer he fucked her, the more he needed to make her come a second time. He leaned against her back, bracing one hand against the floor for balance as he fumbled for the opened condom packet. It was awkward, but he managed to squeeze out a bit of the remaining lube and coat his fingertips. Hopefully it would be enough.
Reaching between her legs, he slipped his fingers around her still swollen clit and began to pinch and tease the sensitive flesh. Kim gasped and her backward thrusts faltered in their rhythm. “Shit.”
“You’ve been a good little elf.” He bit down on her shoulder, licking the skin afterward. “You’ve earned an extra present.”
Kim’s giggle shook her whole body. “You’re fun.”
He didn’t want to be fun. He wanted to be a holiday sex god. Blake pressed his thumb to her clit and started fucking her hard once again. The angle was awkward enough to keep his own orgasm at bay while he focused on making Kim come. He knew he was hitting the mark when her moans stopped coming at regular intervals and started exploding from her in a way that appeared to catch her off-guard.
“That’s it. You feel it, don’t you?” Her body was so much smaller than his that he was practically wrapped around her. Blake leaned in and sucked on her ear lobe. “You’re so wet. I want you to come on my cock.”
He pressed on her clit a bit harder as he slammed into her body. It was enough. Kim gasped and her body tensed beneath him. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her orgasm grabbed hold of her. He pushed himself back up so he was fully behind her, his hands back on her hips. The change in position and the force with which her body was squeezing his cock was all it took. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, opened his mouth and cried out.
Pleasure...no, this was far too intense to call it pleasure. Bliss. Yes, his body exploded with bliss as his orgasm tore through every cell in his body. His hearing and sight left him, until all he could do was feel. Every bad thing in his life disappeared, to be replaced by bliss.
And Kim.
Blake’s body finally gave out on him. He managed to gently pull out of her before falling onto his side on the floor. He was vaguely aware of her sliding down next to him. She didn’t rest her head on his chest or wrap an arm around him, but she did brush her fingers against his as they lay there side-by-side.
“Wow,” he managed to say after a few comfortable moments of silence.
“Merry Christmas.” She turned her head and grinned. “Or at least I hope it will be for you.”
“Hard to be a Grinch when I’ve just had the best sex in...years.”
“You were pretty damn good, boss.” She sighed and closed her eyes.
He liked it when she called him boss. She was teasing of course, but the word on her lips felt right. There wasn’t the bit of bite that his employees had when they’d say it to him. Stress had a way of keeping him apart from the others. What he needed was a fresh start, a way to regain some of that teasing that Kim offered.
Really, he should just hire her.
No. He couldn’t.
Blake turned his head to study her. She was young, beautiful and at the beginning of her life. No doubt she’d quickly figure out what she’d want to do with her degree, the type of career she wanted to pursue. All he could offer her was part-time in a business that he wasn’t sure would even take off.
There was no way a woman like Kim would want anything to do with Naughty Nicks.
“Hey?” His voice was rough, so he cleared his throat. “I have a question for you.”
Kim peeked at him from one eye, her lips turned down into a frown. “I did mention this was a no-commitment thing, right? Because I have no intention of being a rebound.”
He waved his hand, dismissing her concern. “I told you I’m an entrepreneur, right?”
“Yeah.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows.
“How do you feel about stripper Santas?”
Kim continued to stare at him for several more seconds before her face broke out in a grin. “Seriously?”
“I need an office manager. It would only be seasonal—”
“You’re offering me a job after we’ve just had sex to run a stripper Santa business?”
“Well, if you put it that way—”
Kim burst out laughing as she fell back onto her side. “Oh my God, you’re awesome.”
Close one, dude. “So what do you say then? Want to come be my elf?” Blake kept his gaze on her as she pondered her answer. Fingers crossed it was the one he wanted.
Chapter One
“Naughty Nicks Frosted Fantasies. Where one of Santa’s helpers will bring you a special present from the not-so-frozen North. My name is Elf Kim, how may I help you?”
The giggles on the other end of the line weren’t reassuring. Chances were this was yet another busted call, wasting Kim’s time but hopefully providing her with some laughs. It wasn’t surprising, given the nature of the company and what they were marketing. Stripper Santas weren’t totally unheard of in Toronto, but Naughty Nicks was the gold standard in that particular niche market.
“Umm...hi. So, Naughty Nicks?” The girl on the other end of the phone sounded old enough to be legally enquiring about their services. She hoped. “Do they...umm...get...you know.”
“Naked?” Some of the boys they’d hired to strip would give the clients a penis helicopter if they asked nicely. I better send Ryan another reminder not to do that again. “We can discuss options, but most are not safe for work. It depends on the package you buy and how old the audience will be.”
More giggling, no doubt because Kim said package. Maybe they’re not of age. She’d need to confirm a driver’s license to make sure. She made a side note about having a PG-13 version for customers who fell into the questionable category. Not that she’d think Blake would want to dilute the Naughty Nicks brand, but it was always good to have options.
“You would need to sign some paperwork for that of course. Naughty Nicks does all we can to prevent minors from seeing any inappropriate North Poles, if you catch my meaning.”
Okay, she really did have an awesome part-time job.
“That’s fine. This is for a friend’s bachelorette party. She’s getting married in the Dominican and we can’t all afford to go. So you know—”
