Looks like I’ll be taking a cold shower tonight.
I hurry through my shower, doing everything I can to avoid my aching cock. I want to take it in hand. I know that if I were to just stroke myself a few times that I would be spilling in seconds. Visions of Holly in different positions fill my head and I grit my teeth as I shut off the water and step out of the shower.
I dry off, wrapping a towel around my waist. I forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom so it looks like I’ll be sneaking across the hall and into my room. I can’t have Holly seeing the tent I’m making in this towel. She’d run away screaming.
I open the bathroom door and make sure the towel is secure around my hips as I step into the hallway. I’ve only taken a step before I spot Holly standing on her tiptoes on a kitchen chair. She’s hanging something up on the ceiling and I take a second to admire the sliver of skin I can see where her t-shirt has ridden up.
Then I notice that she’s starting to wobble.
I rush forward, my arms wrapping around her right as she starts to tip sideways.
“Whoa!” I say as I hold her against my chest. “What were you doing? You shouldn’t be standing on chairs. You could have asked, I would have helped you,” I say as I set her down on her feet and make sure that she’s alright.
I look up to see what she was hanging up and my whole body freezes as I spot the sprig of mistletoe hanging above us.
“We forgot it earlier,” Holly whispers and I swear my cock hardens even further.
Holly is pressed up tight against me still and there’s no way that she doesn’t feel my cock trying to get closer to her. The towel doesn’t offer me a way to hide it either.
“It’s mistletoe,” Holly says as her body presses closer to me.
I swallow hard, my blood pulsing hot in my veins as I turn to look down at her.
“Typically, people kiss when they stand underneath it,” Holly says and her cheeks flame a bright red that almost matches her hair.
“If you want me to kiss you, Holly, you don’t need mistletoe. Just ask, baby.”
“I want you to kiss ––”
She’s cut off when my lips land on hers and I back her up against the wall. My hips press into hers, pinning her between me and the wall behind her as I claim her mouth.
Holly tastes like hot chocolate and I moan as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers dig into my biceps and her hips start to rock against mine. I can feel the towel starting to slip and part of me wants it to fall away. Part of me wants us to take this further but I also know that I can’t take advantage of her like that.
She’s a girl, stranded, and I’m supposed to be helping her. Not forcing myself on her.
It feels like it takes all of my strength to pull away from Holly’s delectable mouth and body but I do it. She looks up at me, her red hair mussed from my fingers, and her green eyes dazed with lust.
I groan, dying to dive back into her for another taste but I force myself to take a step back instead.
“I just need to grab some clean clothes and then I’ll sleep on the couch again,” I tell her.
“Don’t. The bed is big enough. We can share it,” Holly says, her little hand slipping into mine and I’m powerless to deny her.
I’m powerless to deny her anything.
I let her lead me into the bedroom.
Six
Holly
* * *
I turn my back as Beau pulls on a pair of boxers and pajama pants. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls on a t-shirt and I dig out some pajamas from my suitcase.
“I’ll let you change. I’m going to let Ford out and grab some more firewood for tonight.”
I nod and watch him head down the hallway. I hurry to change into my pajamas, crossing my arms over my chest to try to hide my pointy nipples. That kiss in the hallway had been mind numbing. All I could focus on was where his body was pressed up tight against mine. The way his tongue had felt against my own. His fingers in my hair, holding my head at the right angle so that he could taste all of me.
Replaying the kiss isn’t helping with my nipple problem and when I hear Beau’s footsteps in the hallway, I hurry over to the bed, and slip beneath the covers. Beau comes into the room a minute later and I smile at him as he goes to work building up the fire.
It doesn’t take him long and soon the fire is roaring back to life in the fireplace. He flips the light switch, leaving the fire as the only source of light in the house.
I feel the bed dip on the other side as Beau slips in beside me and Ford curls up at the foot of the bed. My body rolls toward his as he scoots toward me and I feel myself start to grow wet between my thighs.
I don’t know who moves first. If I’m the one who closes the gap between us, or if Beau does but soon our lips are on each other once again and we’re practically wrapped around each other.
He tastes like peppermint toothpaste and I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as I try pull him closer to me. That doesn’t make sense, we’re already pressed up tight against each other. Beau doesn’t seem to mind as I practically wrap around him like a boa constrictor. In fact, he seems to love it.
His cock is wedged between us, right where I want him and I can’t stop myself from rubbing against him. Beau’s hands slip under my shirt and I shiver when the rough pads of his fingers brush over my skin.
We break apart, our breaths coming out in pants as our hands run over each other.
“I need to taste you,” Beau says and I nod frantically.
We push the covers down as Beau rolls me onto my back and we both try to push my pajama pants down. As soon as they’re off, Beau is spreading my thighs as wide as they can go and settles between them.
He wastes no time in parting my folds and taking one long lick up my center. He moans at the taste and I moan at the feeling. One hand moves to my core, parting my pussy so that he can lick all of me. His other hand trails up my body under my shirt until he can cup one of my breasts in his palm.
I cry out as his fingers tease my hard nipple, stroking it back and forth before he pinches it lightly. My back arches off the bed and I’m not sure what I need from him more, his tongue between my legs or his hand on my breast.
He shoulders my legs apart further, draping one of my legs down his back so that I’m spread out wide beneath him. For a minute, I’m self-conscious. I’ve never been a size zero and I never will be. I wonder if Beau is going to mind but that thought is quickly dashed when I hear him let out a curse and dive back into my pussy.
His hand leaves my breasts and I cry out at the loss but he ignores me. He spreads his forearm across my stomach, pinning me to the mattress. I try to squirm as I feel his warm breath fan over me. He groans as he sees how soaked my core is and a blush spreads across my cheeks and down to the tops of my breasts.
Beau leans in and spears his tongue between my lips, licking me in one long, slow, movement. His tongue reaches my clit and he jiggles the ball of nerves, back and forth, over and over again before he wraps his lips around the hard nub and sucks it into his mouth. My back arches, my tits pushing high to the ceiling as Beau buries his face between my thighs and eats me with so much hunger that I can barely stand it. His tongue runs up and down my seam, exploring the wet flesh as his fingers continue to hold me open for him.