Sassy Christmas (Storm MC) (3 page)

Nash came up behind me and his lips brushed my ear. “Keep walking, sweet thing, before you sign me up for anything,” he directed.

Roxie eyed Nash, and suggested, “Take your man home, Velvet. He’s looking a little edgy there.”

Laughing, I agreed, “Yeah, we better go. I’ve got a job for him to do at home before I let him go back to work.”

As we walked out to his bike, butterflies whooshed through me at the feel of Nash’s hand on my body as he guided me. Some days it felt like we’d just started dating, and I loved that he still made me feel that way.

M
y home phone
was ringing when we arrived. Nash groaned when I ran to the kitchen to answer it, but I had been waiting on a call from my mum so I ignored the impatient look he gave me.

The phone call wasn’t from my mother, but rather, a telemarketer who I struggled to get off the phone. Nash stood in front of me undoing his belt and then his jeans. His eyes remained locked on mine, and goddamn if I wasn’t turned on watching him. When his hands moved to the bottom of my short skirt and found their way under it, a shiver of anticipation ran through me. And when his hand slid into my panties and his finger teased my pussy, I tried like hell to get the woman off the phone, but she wouldn’t let me get a word in. I couldn’t bring myself to just hang up on her, though. Damn manners.

Nash pressed his lips to my neck and licked and sucked me for a moment before growling, “Hang the phone up, baby, my cock is so fuckin’ hard right now.”

I shut my eyes and bit my lip as I tilted my hips trying to get closer to him. The woman kept talking but I didn’t hear a word of what she said. My mind was completely consumed by Nash now.

In the end, he grabbed the phone out of my hand and hung it up for me. Then he grabbed hold of my top and ripped it open. Buttons scattered everywhere as he pulled it off. His lips swept across mine, hard and rough. And when his eyes found mine again, he said, “When you sew those buttons back on, you’ll be naked in front of me so I can watch. Every damn button you have to sew back on will make you remember what I’m about to do to you. And I wanna see you remember.”

Oh, God.

My legs trembled, and I fought to keep my balance.

His phone rang and frustration flashed across his face as he reached into his pocket to retrieve it. Placing one hand on my collarbone, he curled his fingers around my neck and held me in place, up against the kitchen counter, while he answered his phone.

Unable to concentrate on much more than his hand at my neck and his body against mine, I barely registered his conversation, but it was quick because it didn’t take him long before he said, “Change of plans, sweet thing. Scott doesn’t need me straight away so we’ve got some extra time.”

Before I could respond, he’d let me go and had stalked to my kitchen table. A few moments later, he returned with a chair and placed it in the centre of the kitchen. Then he came to me and stripped my remaining clothes off. His movements were decisive and I knew he had a plan for this, and that excited the hell out of me. I loved Nash taking charge like this.

He pointed at the seat and directed, “Sit.”

I did as he said, and watched as he took his clothes off. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s until he turned to rummage through my drawers. He went through a few drawers and I knew he couldn’t find what he was searching for by the frustrated grunts he made. After he cursed a few times, he grabbed something out of one of the drawers and slammed it shut. Turning back to me, he held plastic wrap. I wondered where he was going with this, but he didn’t make me wait too long before showing me.

Kneeling in front of me, he wrapped the plastic wrap around my waist and the chair, binding me to it. When he had me secured, he stood and dumped the box of wrap on the counter before looking down at me. “All this fuckin’ gift wrapping has got me in the mood, and after all the playing you’ve been doing with me –
driving me fuckin’ crazy from all your teasing
– I figure it’s my turn to play with you. Couldn’t find what I was after, but this will do,” he said, nodding his head at the wrap around my waist.

Mental note – tease Nash more often.

He traced my lips with his finger. “Do you want my cock in here as much as I do?”

God, yes.

I opened my mouth and sucked on his finger before letting it go and saying, “I always want your cock in there, Nash.”

A grunt escaped his mouth and he straddled me without resting his full weight on my legs. His lips crashed down onto mine and he kissed me deep and hard. Demanding. And fuck, it was erotic having him sit on me like this. One of his hands held my cheek and the other held my neck, and I loved his firm grip. There wasn’t anything more of turn on to me than a man who liked to dominate in the bedroom.

He continued to kiss me, keeping one hand around my neck while trailing his other hand down my body to play with my breasts and nipples, all while grinding himself against me. He worked me into such a state that all I wanted to do was move with him, however the plastic wrap that bound me to the chair prevented me from moving. And that drove me crazy.

I reached for his cock, determined to drive him just as crazy, but his hand quickly moved to mine and halted my progress. Pulling his lips from mine, he rasped, “No touching until I say so.” He moved both my hands so they hung by my side. “Don’t move them from there,” he ordered.

My eyes widened. It was unlike Nash not to want me to touch him. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.

Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’m not. We’re gonna play a game and it doesn’t involve your hands on me.”

“What kind of game?” Excitement pulsed through me at the thought.

He moved off me and stood. Taking hold of his cock, he began gently tugging it. Keeping his eyes on mine, he said, “The kind of game where you tell me what you want me to get you for Christmas.”

My lips spread into a smile. He’d been asking me for weeks now and I’d refused to tell him. I wanted him to be the one to choose. “It’s going to be a boring game then, Nash, because I’m not telling you.”

He tugged himself a little harder, teasing me because he knew I would want to be the one to do that. “Why won’t you tell me, baby?”

“Because I want your gift to be from
your
heart – something you think I would love and that you want me to have. I never want Christmas to become the kind of thing where we just shove lists at each other of what we want. Christmas isn’t supposed to be about the presents; it’s supposed to be about so much more than that.”

He listened to what I’d said, but the look in his eyes let me know I hadn’t convinced him. Letting go of himself, he walked around the chair to stand behind me. One of his arms snaked around my shoulders and his mouth dropped to my neck. Trailing kisses down my neck, he murmured, “I already give you the thing I want you to have everyday, and I’m gonna keep giving it to you until the day I stop breathing. And I’m pretty sure you love it, so it looks like I’ve got those things covered. All I need from you now, is to know one thing
you
really want, and I’ll make it my mission to ensure you unwrap it on Christmas Day.”

“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about? The thing you give me every day, I mean.”

He chuckled near my ear. “Yeah, baby, we’re talking about my cock.”

I smiled, loving his playfulness. “I just wanted to be sure.”

The arm he had around my shoulders dropped so he could take hold of one of my breasts. Tweaking my nipple, he said, “You know how you said you wanted my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m not giving your mouth
or
your pussy my cock until I get an answer out of you.”

I scoffed. “I doubt you’ll be able to deny me, baby. Hell, I doubt you’ll be able to deny yourself.”

He pinched my nipple in the way he knew I loved. “I won’t have to deny either of us, Velvet. I’m going to take you to the edge and you’re going to beg me to fuck you right before you give me your answer.”

As he said that, he placed his free hand on my pussy and began rubbing my clit, while he continued to tease my nipples with his other hand. A moan escaped my lips and my eyes closed as my head dropped back.

The waves of pleasure he caused rolled through me, and I spread my legs to give him better access, however he had other ideas. “There’s no need to spread your legs because I have no intention of doing anything that would require them to be spread,” he said, and his tone made me rethink my earlier statement. Nash meant business.

He continued to tease me until he had me where he wanted me, and then he stopped to walk back around the chair and stand in front of me. His cock was rock hard and he took it in his hand and stroked himself. I held his eyes for a few moments before dropping my gaze to watch his hand on his dick.

“Do you want to touch now?” he asked, and I knew he had no intention of allowing that.

I shook my head. “No, I’m good.” They were the hardest words to say, because all I wanted to do in that moment was take hold of him and make him come.

He raised his brows. “I don’t believe you.”

I wiggled in the chair. The plastic wrap was so damn sticky in this heat and I began to crave my freedom, but there was no way I would admit that to him. Smiling, I said, “I’m happy just to watch.”

“Bull-fuckin’-shit,” he said, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his cock. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Oh God, so good.
My pussy clenched, and I experienced my first doubt that I’d win this game.

His hand wrapped around mine and he began moving both our hands up and down his dick. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Tell me what you want for Christmas so I can unwrap you and fuck you, sweet thing.”

The need in his voice matched my own, but I held my ground. Nash would have to work harder for this if he wanted it. “I’m not telling you, so you may as well unwrap me now and admit defeat. I win.”

He hissed, and moved our hands faster, moving him closer to orgasm. When he reached the edge, he groaned and let go of my hand, clearly not wanting to come yet. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he placed his hands on my thighs and dipped his face to my pussy. Running his tongue from one end to the other, he broke his declaration that he wouldn’t be doing anything that required my legs to be spread, and I wondered if I really would win this game. I should have known better.

Looking up at me, he said, “You ready to start talking or do you need some more encouragement?” As he said this, he ran his finger through my wetness, his touch feather-light – just hard enough to excite me but light enough to drive me wild. I tilted my pussy up, begging for his finger to slide through me again. The damn plastic wrap prohibited my movement –
again
- and frustration coursed through me.

Shit.

A satisfied look rested on his face, and he kicked his plan up another notch by pressing his lips to my thigh and whispering kisses over my skin, slowing his approach when he neared my pussy. He let his lips linger there for a beat, before kissing my swollen lips. My body arched when he took it a step further and pressed his tongue inside me.

Oh, holy God, yes.

I need more.

As fast as his tongue entered me, it left, and he sat back on his knees with a smug look. We watched each other for a few moments, neither wanting to cave. However, when he took his cock in his hand, I finally gave in. No way could I sit through watching him jerk off; I
needed
to be involved.

“You win, baby,” I said. “And because you’re making me do something I don’t want to do, it’s going to cost you. I want a weekend away with you and wherever we go has to have a day spa I can spend a whole day in being pampered. Dinner out is another must. And you’re going to cover the cost of all of that. Now unwrap me, and for the love of God, fuck me.”

A triumphant smile spread across his face, and he laughed. “Jesus, you took long enough, woman,” he said as he removed the plastic wrap.

He made quick work of the task and when he freed me, I slid off the chair and into his lap. Looping my arms around his neck, I said, “I like to make you work for stuff, Nash. You should know that by now.”

Nodding, he said, “Yeah, but who the fuck knows when a woman might change her mind and let a man have his way.” As he said this, he stood, and I clung to him as he walked us to the kitchen wall.

I loved the strength my man had; the way his muscles flexed when he lifted me. And the way he looked at me in that moment, as he pushed me up against the wall…that look was wild lust, feral need and absolute adoration all wrapped up in one. I was sure that if he’d just looked at me like that from the very first moment he bound me to the chair…I would have given him whatever he wanted.

“If you look at me like that, you can have anything,” I whispered as he bent his face close to mine.

“Like what?” he demanded, his lips brushing over mine in a kiss, and his teeth nipping at my lips.

“Like you want to fuck me both slow and hard all at once, and like you adore me.” I wound my fingers through his hair and pulled his face back so I could kiss him again.

When I ended the kiss, he stared into my eyes and said, “Trust me when I say, I want to fuck you every-which-fuckin’-way, sweet thing. There are not enough ways for me to fuck you and I’ll never get my fill of you.”

I squeezed my legs around him and tightened my arms around his neck. Our foreheads rested against each other’s for a moment while we caught our breath. And then he thrust inside me, all the way.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as my pussy pulsed around him. “Don’t fucking stop,” I panted.

He lifted his head so he could look into my eyes as he pulled out and thrust inside again on a grunt. “Fuck, Velvet…
every fuckin’ time
…you feel so good, baby.”

I knew this wouldn’t last long. He’d worked both of us to the point where we were ready to explode. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride as he slammed into me over and over. The sound of his grunts as he chased his orgasm turned me on the most; so raw and all Nash.