Treating Her to a Hot Night (Fey Holidays 1)

Chapter 1-2

LP paused and backed up a step or two. He brought Vivian with him, not losing his hold on her thighs, making sure she stayed fitted against his unflagging member. After maneuvering one of her legs up so her ankle rested on his shoulder, he resumed his surging into her.

With one of his hands now free, LP nudged his fingers against Vivian’s c**t. The jolt of pure delight that shot through her pulled a surprise orgasm from her. She hadn’t known she was close, but the unmistakable quaking of her body as the sensation shook free couldn’t be denied. LP had made her climax from a single touch.

A touch he continued, tracing his fingers over her c**t in tiny circles that had her wishing she knew his name—his real name, not his title—so she could scream it for the town below them to hear. She settled on just screaming—loud and long and hurting her throat, but still not enough to vocalize the amount of joyous bliss she felt being with this man.

Her gratification had her p***y muscles clenching around LP’s length, squeezing him tight enough that his shouts of pleasure mingled with and matched hers. The fact that he felt the same amount of fulfillment as her added to the moment until Vivian orgasmed for a third time. LP was right behind her, filling her channel with his seed until the excess overflowed and dripped to the ground.

Still, he remained hard. LP couldn’t be a real man. It wasn’t possible to come that hard twice and not lose his erection. But while his c**k might be ready for more, the man himself stood on shaky legs.

He gathered Vivian against his chest and then dropped to his knees. Vivian straddled him. Both leaned against each other as they focused on catching their breath. Vivian had never before had such frenzied s*x. Fast f***s and quickies, yes, but not s*x so urgent she had felt the world might end if they didn’t finish.

Nor had she ever had s*x where she felt so satisfied at the end. She dropped soft kisses on LP’s head and tightened her hold on his shoulders. A content purr left her lips as LP’s erection twitched inside her.

She shifted her hips in small circles that made LP dig his fingers into her ass as he tried to seat her more fully onto his c**k. He couldn’t go any deeper and still she wanted him to try, to go so deep nothing would ever be able to separate them.

A sharp thrust of his hips so the tip of his arousal bumped hard against her womb opening got a high, excited cry from Vivian. It also started her moving, bouncing, riding him until they were both panting hard. The urgency of before returned, and the frenzy started all over again. Nothing else mattered except this.

Vivian lost count of how many times she came. LP’s many releases had slicked her p***y so well she couldn’t clench her muscles tight enough to keep him from leaving her. But LP lifted her off his unflagging arousal. She wanted more. She didn’t want it to ever end.

LP teased her p***y entrance with his tip, as though he would return given the slightest prompting. Vivian opened her mouth to give him that incentive, but he pressed a single, hot finger to her lips and whispered, “No.”

Her pout and soft groan made him smile. He cupped her cheek. “We are both fatigued past our endurance. It is time we end this. As well, I must return. Dawn approaches.”

“Dawn?” Vivian looked around at the all-encompassing fog. Nothing looked different. How could he know dawn was coming? There was no way they had been having s*x for the last six or so hours. Her sore muscles and scratchy throat said otherwise.

LP held her steady as he shuffled back on his knees away from her. Once he was clear, he stood. The glistening moisture coating his c**k caught her attention. She licked her lips at the thought of helping him get clean, taking his length into her mouth and sucking until she wrung another release from him.

“Such passion. You make it hard for me to leave, but leave I must.” He bent, grasped her right hand and raised it so he could place a soft kiss against her knuckles. “I thank you for the offering, sweet one, and now leave you to your friends.” He released her and stepped back. That single step took him from sweaty and naked to pristine and dressed.

Vivian knew she hadn’t imagined the change because her clothes had reappeared too… minus her panties.

He nodded to her with a soft smile. “Farewell.”

What happened next, Vivian couldn’t rationalize away as trick lighting or anything else except magic. Real magic. LP passed his hand over the pumpkin and it disappeared along with him and the fog. All of it gone as though it had never been there, leaving Vivian sitting on the ground with a disbelieving expression on her face.

She stared at the spot where the pumpkin had been. Only an indentation in the grass was left behind. She crawled over and felt the spot to be sure. The pumpkin—that huge, heavy ass pumpkin that had stood up to being a prop for vigorous f*****g without budging—had vanished.

“Viv!”

Her friend’s frantic voice made Vivian face the path to town. Bethany hobbled on her crutches towards Vivian, with half the town following behind her. Vivian quickly made sure her costume covered her before she stood to greet them.

“Viv, thank God!” Bethany grabbed Vivian in a tight hug. “I was worried out of my mind.”

“Why?” Vivian croaked the question, partly because her throat hurt from all her screaming and partly because Bethany’s hold made it hard to breathe.

“Why?! What do you mean, why? Geoff came up here and said you and the pumpkin had vanished. We’ve been searching for the last seven hours trying to find you. Where the hell have you been?” Bethany was yelling by the time she got to the end of her tirade.

Vivian said the only thing that made sense. The truth. “I’ve been right here the entire time.”

“Bullshit,” Geoff snapped. “I came up here a little before midnight and you weren’t here. Some freak fog had rolled in, but I didn’t see you or the pumpkin. I thought you had gone back to town.”

“I’m telling you, I’ve been here the entire time.”

Bethany asked, “Where’s the pumpkin?”

Vivian shrugged. “I have no clue. It was here when I got here and then it was gone.”

“Gone? Gone where? Who took it?”

“The Lord of Pumpkins.”

Bethany asked, “The Lord of Pumpkins?”

“Yup,” Vivian said with a nod. “Congratulations. You’ve made a believer out of me.”

The proof of LP’s pleasure slid down the insides of her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings. Vivian hoped her skirt hid the telltale sign of her night long interlude.

Bethany said, “Let’s head back.”

“You shouldn’t have come up with here on that foot.” Vivian was glad for Bethany’s dependency on the crutches though. It made the woman slow and Vivian needed slow. Her legs were a bit shaky and all her muscles ached in that way that said she’d done something very naughty, very right.