James the Christmas Grouch

13

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.

He thrust into me even harder.

I gripped the sheets, getting ready for the rest of the ride.

But then he pulled out.

What? "James?" I turned around. He was still standing there with a massive erection. Staring at me like he was analyzing something. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No." He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the edge of the bed. He gently kissed my lips. "I just don't want to look back on this and regret not making love to you on our first Christmas together. Because I love you, Penny. With everything that I am. I loved your present, but..."

"Make love to me, James." He was scorching hot. And had the most brilliant mind. But he was kind and sweet too. And in that moment, I loved that side of him. I wanted to make love with him too. I had never been in love with someone during Christmas. I wanted to savor this moment forever.

He kissed me again and entered me slowly. Almost painfully slowly. I spread my thighs wider.

His kisses trailed down the side of my neck as he unhooked my corset. He peeled it off and kissed down the front of my chest and my right breast.

"James," I cried as his tongue slowly circled my n****e.

"I love you." He kissed between my breasts. "I love you." He kissed my other breast.

I hitched my legs around his waist.

He groaned.

I grabbed his face and brought his lips back to mine.

He started to move his hips faster. Making me climb higher and higher. I buried my fingers in his hair, not knowing how else to show him how much I loved this.

He groaned again and I exploded into a million pieces. I felt his warmth spread into me again and again.

With all the Christmas cards and Christmas presents I had gotten in my entire life, nothing made my heart feel warmer than this gift. His love.

"James," I panted.

He smiled down and me and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Penny."

"I need to tell you something important. Wherever you are...that's home to me. You're home to me."

His smile grew. "You saw my note to Santa."

"Yes. But it doesn't make what I said any less true. I was actually thinking that exact same thing last night when we were ice skating. New York feels like home to me. And it's because of you. I love you so much."

He slowly pulled out of me. "That truly was all that I wanted."

"I know. But I got you a few other things too." I climbed off the bed and started taking off the rest of my costume so I could put on pajamas.

"You can keep the garter on," James said. "I might want a second round."

I turned toward him. His hair was mussed up in that just-after-s*x way. He had pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms with pictures of Santa hats all over them that I had set out for him last night. He looked adorable and sexy at the same time. How could I say no to that? I grabbed one of my silky robes and tied it around my waist.

"Deal," I said. "As long as round two is underneath the tree."

He smiled. "Deal."

I grabbed his hand. "Let's go see what Santa brought us!"

He laughed as I pulled him toward the hall.

When I stepped out of our bedroom I froze. There was garland on the staircase. And little red twinkle lights. I took a few steps down so that could see into the living room. There were decorations everywhere. And not just random Christmassy things thrown around. They were very elaborate decorations. I slowly walked down the stairs as if I was in a trance. The Christmas tree had more ornaments and it even possessed a tree skirt now. More garland hung around the room and it looked like it had been sprinkled with the snow falling outside. There was even fake snow in front of the fireplace with boot prints to make it look like Santa had come down the chimney. Which was impossible. Because our fireplace was electric and we had no chimney.

There was no music. But Believe by Josh Groban started playing in my head. It was like I had just stepped into a fairytale. A perfect Christmas fairytale. How had James done all this? He must have been up all night. I was supposed to be Santa. But James had completely outdone me. Our once scarcely decorated apartment was now officially a Christmas wonderland. I turned toward him. "Oh my God."

"I know. Santa must have stopped in our apartment for quite awhile."

I laughed. "James, this is the best present anyone has ever gotten me. Thank you."

"I didn't do it."