JAMES THE CHRISTMAS GROUCH

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He smiled as he got up off the couch. Our stockings had our names embroidered on them. I had been lucky that they had ones with our names left in the store on Christmas Eve. He shook his head as he hung up the stocking. "This really is ridiculous. But thank you for the stocking."

I grabbed the notebook, quickly wrote what I wanted, and placed the letter beside James'. "We'll see who's ridiculous come morning."

He lightly slapped my ass as he followed me up the stairs.

"Oh, actually, I'm thirsty," I said when I reached the top of the stairs. "I'm going to go grab some water. You can start getting ready for bed." I kissed his cheek and watched him go into our bedroom before I sprinted back down the stairs.

I pulled out the bag I had hidden under the Christmas tree. James was going to be so surprised when he woke up. I put the small presents I got for him inside of his stocking. I had bought a few random items for myself too, just to make it look like Santa didn't hate me. I tossed those into my stocking and then turned toward the coffee table. Even though I wasn't hungry, I quickly stuffed the cookies in my mouth and downed the milk.

I couldn't help but take a peek at James' note. I smiled when I saw that he had actually addressed it to Santa.

Dear Santa,

What is my Christmas wish? Well, that's an easy one. My wish to you is for Penny to truly feel like this is her home. For her to adjust to the city and be happy to be here with me. That is my Christmas wish.

-James

I held the sheet up to my chest. I am happy. And tomorrow I'd make sure he knew it. He wasn't the only one who had asked for something sentimental. I had asked Santa to give James the Christmas spirit. Because if there was anyone I knew that deserved the joy of Christmas in their heart, it was him.

I hurried back upstairs before James could suspect anything. As I crawled into bed after brushing my teeth, I snuggled into his side.

"Merry Christmas Eve, James," I whispered.

"Merry Christmas Eve, baby."

I closed my eyes. It had been years since I had been this excited for Christmas morning. When I finally drifted to sleep, the last thing I remembered was wondering if this was how my parents felt when they pretended to be Santa.

Christmas

Just like every Christmas, my eyes flew open early. I turned toward the alarm clock. It was only 7 am. But I couldn't wait another second. I tried to hide my squeal of excitement as I slipped out from underneath James' arm and tiptoed to the bathroom.

I opened up the drawer in the bathroom vanity where I had stashed the naughty Mrs. Claus outfit. After I finally managed to clasp every little hook on the back of the corset, I turned around. I smiled. It was even better than my red dress from last night. Actually, it was way better. My boobs nearly reached my chin. James almost always woke up with morning wood. And this morning, I was going to use that to my advantage.

I zipped up my thigh high boots and finished the outfit with a Santa hat. This year I was the ho in ho, ho, ho. I walked out of the bathroom and over to James' side of the bed. "Merry Christmas, James."

He started to yawn but it sounded like more of a gasp by the time it was over. "Holy s**t, Penny." He wiped the sleepy out of his eyes. "You have no idea how many times I wished I could wake up to this on Christmas morning growing up."

I laughed.

He blinked, like he thought he was imagining me.

"I heard you've been a little more naughty than nice this year."

"So I was sent you?" He pushed the covers back and sat up in bed.

I moved closer to him, putting my hands on his knees. "Mhm."

"Then I think I should be naughty more often."

"You could be naughty right now. Merry Christmas, James."

"This feels more like my birthday than Christmas." He slid off the bed and moved around me, effectively sandwiching me against the side of the bed. "How naughty are we talking?"

"As naughty as you want. When on the naughty list, I say live it up."

"You know, I probably do deserve to be on that list." He slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh. "Rumor has it I slept with one of my students."

"That's very naughty of you."

He pushed my thong to the side but didn't touch me. God, he had a way of making me go crazy with want.

"Oh you haven't heard the half of it," he said.

"Then tell me more." My head dropped back as he lightly brushed his finger against my wetness.

"I fell in love with her."

"More," I moaned.

"I asked her to marry me." He thrust a finger inside of me.

"James!"

He moved his hand faster. "Baby you have no idea what you do to me." Another finger joined the first, stretching me wide. "And do you know the naughtiest part?" he whispered in my ear.

My breath caught in my throat as I waited for his response.

"I still get hard when she calls me Professor Hunter."

I was seconds away from shattering.

"I need to taste you," he said and removed his fingers.

I wanted his mouth on me. The was no better feeling than his tongue. But this wasn't about me. This was a gift for him. And damn it, Rob was right. James clearly wanted head. And I wanted to give it to him.

"Naughty boys don't get what they want," I said and dropped to my knees. Before he had time to react I wrapped my fingers around the base of his c**k and circled my tongue around his tip.

"Penny," he groaned.

I wrapped my lips around him and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

"Fuck." His fingers tangled into my hair, knocking my Santa hat to the ground.

He let me set the pace for a few more seconds before guiding me. I loved when he did that. When he used me for his pleasure. I loved how I could make him lose all control.

I tightened my lips.

He groaned again and quickly pulled my head back. "Hands on the bed and spread your thighs, gorgeous."

I followed his instructions. I was done with the role playing. He could have me however he wanted. He pressed down on the center of my back, making me lift my ass higher into the air.

"God, how did I get so lucky?" He pushed up the fabric of the short skirt and ran his hand over my bare ass, playing with the straps of the garter.

"James," I begged. Yes, this was his present. But I needed him inside of me. I couldn't wait any longer.

I felt my thong snap against my leg as he ripped it off. The feeling instantly made me even wetter. I waited for him to remove my garter belt, but instead he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. Hard.

A cry of satisfaction fell from my lips.

"You've been naughty too," he said.

"It's true. I fell in love with my professor." I bit my lip and tried to look as seductive as possible as I looked at him over my shoulder.