The Kringle Girls - Collection (9 page)

“I do,” she said, gathering her courage, “It’s not
midnight yet, so I think you should forget about kissing and just fuck me
instead.”

Not waiting for an answer, Ivy reached behind herself
to find the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. With a
whoosh
of
fabric, the dress landed at her feet, leaving her standing in front of Rafe in
silver stilettos, the snowflake pendant, and a tiny pair of emerald satin panties.

“I don’t want you to hold back. I’ve been stockpiling
fantasies for a long time, and one of my favorites is having you teach me
everything I need to know. Since I’ve never done this before, you’re going to
have to tell me what you want, Rafe,” she insisted, trying not to let the
roller coaster in her stomach show on her face.

Rafe made a choked sound, but apparently she’d managed
to squash his inhibitions, because his hands came up to grip her waist, his
eyes fixed on her breasts. They weren’t very big, but Ivy had always thought
they were nicely shaped. She stopped thinking entirely when his hands slid up
to cover them, warm and strong and slightly rough.

“You’re sure?” he asked, unnecessarily.

Ivy nodded, nibbling her lower lip, and whimpered when
he let her breasts go, missing the contact immediately. He eyed the mistletoe
above and then reached for the desk, yanking it forward with a mighty
screech
that Ivy was sure the partygoers heard outside. Rafe lifted her, setting her
ass on the edge of the desk.

“Round, plump little tits,” he breathed, “with the
prettiest pink nipples. Do you want to put one in my mouth?”

Ivy hesitated, even as the words speared sensation
into her pussy, and then nodded.

“Good. Then open up, princess, and make room for me.”

Her stomach fluttered, but she did as he asked and he
stepped between her spread thighs, pressing the heavy bulge in his pants
against her soft folds. She sucked in a panicky breath, but pressed back.

God that feels nice.

Rafe took her hands and placed them flat on the desk
behind her.

“These stay here. Now, arch your back for me.”

Ivy did, and the move pushed her breasts up and out,
his for the taking.

Rafe licked his lips. With his hands stroking her
spread thighs, he bent and sucked a tight nipple into his mouth. The blistering
wet heat made her cry out, and he raised his head.

“Hush, princess. Unless you want an audience.”

With a naughty grin, he returned to her breasts,
licking and nibbling as she writhed against him, the long sucks sending sharp
tugs of answering pleasure to her pussy. When she was sure she couldn’t take
one more second, he pulled back, admiring his handiwork as she panted, her wet,
swollen nipples tightly furled and flushed a brutal rose. He cupped her
breasts, rolling the sensitive nipples gently, pinching lightly until she
gasped.

“Hot and tasty,” Rafe groaned, “I’d like to rub my
dick between them until I explode. Does that upset you?”

Ivy swallowed, hard.

“No.”

His eyes gleamed as they swept the length of her, from
her eyes down to the damp panel of satin between her legs.

“Let’s save that for later,” he murmured.

Later? There was going to be a later?

He eased back and helped her up, his warm hands
kneading and stroking every inch of her as he turned her around and pressed her
face down on the desk. The wood was cool against her breasts and cheek, but his
hands were hot, raising goosebumps as they stroked the length of her spine. She
reached up and gripped the edge of the desk, needing something to hold on to.

“What are you going to do?” Ivy asked, nervous.

“Anything I want, princess,” he replied, and her pussy
clenched in excitement, “Now, spread those gorgeous legs as far as they’ll go.”

Helpless to resist, Ivy did as she was told, the
position leaving her incredibly open and vulnerable. She moaned as Rafe trailed
a light finger down the crease of her ass to her center, and then delicately
rubbed her clit through the clinging satin.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“God, no! Rafe, please – ”

“Don’t move.”

Ivy felt him move away, heard the clink of ice in a
glass, and then he was back, setting the glass on the desk and his hands on her
hips.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of you,
just like this, spread and waiting for my cock. Are you wet for me?”

Ivy was too overwhelmed to say anything, but a sharp
little slap to her ass sent fire zinging to her clit, and a gasp burst from her
lips.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she managed, “yes, I’m wet for you.”

She felt him tugging the scrap of satin to the side,
and then the warmth of his breath against her most sensitive flesh.

“Let’s get you wetter.”

RAFE WAS GLAD THAT he’d had the presence of mind to
lock the door, because he couldn’t have stopped now if there was a gun to his
head.

She’d been fantasizing about him. She wanted him.
Sweet God.

With an impatient yank, he ripped the flimsy satin
from her body, leaving the swollen, lush curves of her pussy glistening and
bare.
Almost bare
, that is, and he stroked the tiny patch of blond at
the top of her cleft. The rest of her was pink and cream, slippery with her
juices, and every delicious inch hypersensitive to his touch. Those fucking
noises were going to make him come before he ever got inside her.

He slid a finger through her folds to tease her
opening.

“Ever had a toy here?”

“No. Just fingers.”

“Tsk, tsk, Miss Kringle. I can’t wait for you to show
me. But we’ll have to get you some toys, too. For here,” he rubbed gently, and
then traced his finger up to the sweet pucker of her anus, “and for here as
well.”

Rafe chuckled and kissed each cheek, watching her try
to absorb the information. She was breathing hard, holding onto the desk as
though her life depended on it, and so wet that a drop trickled down her thigh.
He leaned forward to swipe it with his tongue.

Peppermint and chocolate. Holy fuck.

Rafe sat back on his heels, forcing himself to slow
down. For all of her naughty demands, Ivy was still innocent, and he wanted to
make sure that he gave her everything she wanted and more. Which wasn’t going
to happen if he fell on her like a ravening beast. There would be plenty of
time for that in the months and years ahead. He had already accepted that their
future was together – the kiss at midnight would free her from his office, but
she’d have to actually reject him to free herself from him.

Shaking off the serious thoughts, he scooped an ice
cube from the glass and stood to lean over her, tracing it along the curves of
her lips. Her tongue darted out and he groaned.

“Are you going to tease me all night or are you going
to
do
something?” she demanded.

“You have your fantasies, I have mine,” he grinned,
and she glared at him over her shoulder.

Her breath caught as he took the ice cube and slowly
trailed it down her spine. She gasped and then whimpered at the shocking lick
of cold, and her forehead thumped back down to the desk when he trailed the
cube down the crease of her ass and then slowly circled her swollen clit before
pressing it deeply inside her tight sheath. She nearly shot off the desk, but
he held her down with a firm hand.

“Oh my God – please – ”

Rafe sank to his knees again and, spreading her folds
further with one hand, leaned forward to flick her clit with his tongue, a cold
little nubbin. The ice was rapidly melting inside her, water streaming down her
legs, and Rafe followed the first cube up with a second one.

“Shall I make you come with my mouth? Tell me,” Rafe
demanded.

“Yes!” She squirmed under his restraining hand,
desperate.

“Say, ‘please Rafe, fuck my pussy with your tongue.”

Obedient and losing it, Ivy complied, “Please, Rafe,
fuck my pussy with your tongue. I’ll do anything, I swear – ”

With a tight grin, Rafe leaned in and sucked her clit
into his mouth while two fingers slid into her, the coolness from the melted
ice blending with her blistering heat. She was tight and wet and already
pulsing, and he could eat her for hours. Ivy was desperately rocking her hips,
whispering pleas for
more.

He knew she couldn’t wait long. Pulling his fingers
free, Rafe used his slick middle digit to spread her juices against the cute
rosette above, pressing inside just as he let her clit pop free from his mouth,
slid his tongue down through her folds, and speared it into her opening.

One thrust, two, and then she was
coming
, hard,
muffling her cry of pleasure against her arm as he steadily tongue-fucked her
while he sank his finger in her ass to the palm.

Fucking beautiful.
She was like a winter flame
under his hands, her taste addictive and heady, the tight passage of her ass a
seductive tease. His cock throbbed as she shuddered under his ministrations.
When she finally started to calm, he eased away from her body with a last,
lingering swirl of his tongue around her clit, and then sat back to nip her ass
with his teeth, soothing the little bite with a warm lick.

“That was…incredible,” Ivy managed, her voice throaty
and satisfied as Rafe eased her up to sit on the desk again. She blushed as his
eyes raked her body, naked save for his necklace and those decadent heels.

“This is a good look for you,” he teased.

“You’re still dressed,” she complained.

“Would you like to undress me?”

“Oh, yes.”

IVY CRINGED AT THE eagerness in her voice, but
couldn’t help the tremor that snaked through her as he shrugged off his jacket,
placed his hands lightly on her waist and just waited, expectant. Her body
thrummed with satisfaction and greedy anticipation, though she still couldn’t
believe she’d let Rafe spread her, fill her pussy with ice cubes, and then make
her come with a talented tongue and a thick finger in her ass. In a million
years she never would have thought up something so delightfully dirty, and she
was quickly realizing that her occasional self-pleasure with her slim fingers
was no match for his erotic torture. The man took the concept of foreplay to a
new level, and Ivy had a feeling that no one else would ever measure up. She
only realized that her hands were shaking as the buttons on his fine linen
shirt refused to cooperate.

“Dammit,” she muttered as one popped off under her
less-than-patient fingers.

Rafe chuckled, stroking the curve of her waist.

“It’s not one of my favorites,” he assured her,
amusement and lust warring in his voice, “and there’s no hurry. Ivy, look at
me.”

Even if the mistletoe hadn’t compelled her to obey,
his tone would have made her look up, and when she did, the hunger in his
whiskey-colored eyes swamped her.

“You can’t do anything wrong here, got it?”

She nodded, his reassurance grounding her enough to
attack the rest of his buttons. In moments, Rafe’s shirt was shoved down to his
elbows and she finally,
oh finally
had her hands on him, greedily
exploring slabs of hard muscle and warm skin dusted with dark hair. He tensed
as she learned every tight inch of him.

When did he find time to work out?
But it was
clear that he did, and Ivy didn’t take even a moment to second guess herself as
she leaned forward to nibble the flat disc of his nipple with sharp teeth. He
must have liked that, because his hands gripped her harder, pulling her stomach
against his cock. His head fell back as she continued her exploration of his
chest with her mouth.

“Did you skip dinner again?” he bit out.

“You taste good,” she murmured, bending to taste the
ridges of muscle down his torso.

“Then by all means, feel free to eat your fill.”

The provocative words were accompanied by a seductive
roll of his hips, and her breath caught.

Could she?
It was one of Ivy’s favorite
fantasies – Rafe trembling under her touch, his body hard and eager and at her
mercy as she pleasured him with her mouth. He went stock still as she slipped
to her knees. She wasn’t about to tell him she’d never done this before, though
she was sure he’d figure it out.

Slowly, she undid his belt and the hook of his
trousers, and then carefully slid the zipper down over the startling bulge.
Underneath, his thick erection tented fine silk boxers. Fascinated, Ivy traced
the long length of him to his base, and he groaned. She reached for the
waistband of his boxers, tugging them and his pants down to his ankles, with nothing
to impede her view of the luscious equipment between his thighs. Thick and
flushed, springing long and eager from a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair,
his cock was mouthwateringly hard, the balls drawn up tight below. Ivy’s clit
throbbed just looking at him.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered, suddenly worried
about screwing this up. Badly.

“Shit, Ivy, anything you want.”

The anxiety on her face must have shown, because he
shook his head ruefully.

“I’m definitely going to Hell for this one. Wrap your
hands around me, nice and tight.”

Ivy felt relieved to have the burden of figuring it
out on her own taken away from her. She did as he asked and felt the warmth of
instant gratification as he groaned at her touch.

“Fucking soft hands. That’s right, princess,
squeeze.
Just like that.”

He rocked into her grip with a slow, easy motion, and
the little drop of fluid that beaded on the head of his cock tempted her. Ivy
panted, staring at it. Rafe swiped the bead with his thumb and smeared it along
her lower lip.

“Taste,” he ordered, and she hurried to comply,
moaning as his Rafe-and-salt flavor exploded on her tongue, sexual and
decadent.