Author's note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. It really spurs me on and fills me with confidence to know that people actually like my stuff. I'm sorry I've not got round to responding to you all individually as I usually would, but life's a bit hectic, so a group thanks will have to do!
This chapter is where the smut kicks in and I'm so nervous about posting it as I've never written anything like this before. Please leave me some feedback and let me know what you think (and if I should just go and crawl under a rock never to surface with smut ever again)
Thanks to GenesGirl13 as always for beta-ing! Anyway...enough stalling, here we go!
Chapter 2
I can't believe I'm running late; if only I hadn't laddered my first pair of stockings. Damn things! "Sorry about that Gene, I'm ready n...Oh God!" At first I thought I was seeing things. But I'm not. He's real. Santa Claus, or rather Gene Claus, dressed all in red fur, Santa hat slightly askew, lounged on my sofa as if it was the most normal thing in the world. My heart starts to pound as the image before me mingles with my fantasy, and the sudden fear that my deep dark secret has been discovered. But that's ridiculous, of course. There's no way he could know. Thank God for that.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa thought he'd pop by an' see yer after overhearin' yer tell yer friend what yer'd like ter do ter 'im!" My racing heart comes to a complete stop. I don't even think I'm breathing anymore as I stand frozen in stunned disbelief. My bag slips from to the floor; and all I can do is stare in wide-eyed wonder at the sight before me, thinking this can't be, he can't possibly know. And as he gets up and makes his way slowly, purposefully towards me, the twinkle in his eyes becomes the gleam of a predator stalking his prey. My God. HE KNOWS. He's only inches from me now and he takes my hand in his. He leans in close and I feel his breath tickle my ear,
"Tell me, 'ave you been a naughty girl this year?" Oh, Jesus. Ooooh. His wet tongue slides over my ear and my eyes close and my legs fail me. My whole body goes limp and Gene catches me in his arms. I lie helplessly trapped against him as his hands explore my curves through the soft fabric of my clothes. I'm going to die. Right here in Gene's arms. (Which, incidentally, isn't a bad way to go.) But I am absolutely going to die! I can't believe he listened in on my conversation with Shaz; I should kick his arse but I'm finding it rather difficult to muster up any motivation to do that right now, with his roaming hands.
"Geeeeeeene!" Was that me?
"Suppose yer can call me Gene if yer want. Santa doesn't mind. I'm just 'ere to spread a little Christmas cheer... then 'opefully yer'll return the favour an' spread somethin' for Santa." I lift my head to look up at him but I can't seem to form any words. Before I can even attempt to come up with an answer his lips are on mine. Gene's kiss is enough to wake me from my daze. His tongue finds its way into my all too willing mouth. Having recovered somewhat I make it perfectly clear that I approve of this little game. I suck gently on his tongue as he starts to pull back from the kiss. I then offer him a devilish grin,
"Lose the beard; it tickles," I command using my best 'naughty-girl' voice. He wastes no in removing them as requested, and the glasses as well.
"Fancy sittin' on Santa's lap little girl?" he asks. "Tellin' 'im what yer want?"
"Yes please." With a mischievous chuckle he pulls me over to the sofa, sits down and pats his lap in invitation.
"Come on now, don't keep Santa waitin'!"
"But I'm worth waiting for," I say seductively as I climb into his lap facing him, straddling his *ahem* North Pole.
Gene Clause groans in approval at my choice of position and places his hands on my hips, forcefully pulling me down onto him, until I can feel his erection pressing into me. It feels so good but it's not enough and I can't help but squirm around and rub against him, delighting in my own wetness as I wriggle in his lap.
She's sits on my lap, hell she's practically inside my skin we're so close. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, her hands twisted in my hair, fingers stroking along the sensitive skin of my nape. Her toned thighs and calves cling to me in an erotic manner. My hands hold her hips tightly to me and I teasingly press myself up into her. I'm going to have to be careful; I never imagined that engaging in any sort of role play would turn me on this much. I'm so close to blowing my load that it's not even funny. I want this to last a good, long while...it's Bolly's fantasy and she should not lose out cos I can't control myself.
"Bolly, will yer stop movin'!" I command and then cringe inwardly as the next words leave my mouth, "Santa won't be able ter keep 'is candy cane sugared fer long if yer carry on like that!" She giggles against my neck as I groan the words into her into her ear. So close. If only she knew...She must sense it though because she backs off a little. "D'yer wanna know what Santa's got on underneath on 'is suit?" I ask. She grins at me, and reaches a small hand between our bodies and into the plush read trousers, slipping her fingers along my North Pole like she owns it. Her touch forces a series of moans from my throat as she ponders my question,
"I'd say Santa's got nothing under his suit but lots and lots of hard...hot...skin...all for me." She punctuates the sensual words with a long lick of her tongue up the side of my neck right over the sensitive vein and my ear where she takes her time licking and nibbling at me until I can't take it anymore. I can feel my hips pumping up against hers, through layers of clothing... I want to rip off every layer and bury myself so deeply within her softness that she'd be able to feel me in her throat. But I want this to last. I push her off me slightly and pull the scrap of material masquerading as a shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts. I lean down to take a nipple in my mouth and Alex lets out a guttural moan.
"Yer've still not told Santa what you'd like," I remind her. "What would you like me to do to you? What do you want?"
"I want you...all of you," she whispers. "Your hands on me...your mouth on me... your fingers inside and your cock buried deep in me. Please Gene, now!" She pushes the big red coat off my shoulders, then the braces and begins to rip impatiently at the Santa shirt, tugging at it until I pull it off. I stand her up in front of me and run my hands up the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt. I cup her arse with both hands and gasp at finding bare skin. Oh Jesus. She's wearing a thong. I bloody love this woman. I move my right hand round to her front and run my fingers teasingly along the edge of the garment. I can feel the heat radiating from her and I've no doubt that she's wet for me. I move to kneel in front of her so that my face is level with her apex. Without warning, I push her thong aside and pull her to me, swirling my tongue around her clitoris and sucking in her juices. She cries out and her legs nearly buckle, so I grab the back of her thighs to support her. She tastes so good. I could do this forever...
I'm still in shock that this is actually happening. I am standing in the middle of the living room, while Gene dressed as Father Christmas has his face buried between my legs. His tongue is doing amazing things to me and it's soon joined by his long slender fingers, gently rubbing and caressing, making me writhe against his mouth. He begins to moan and it runs right through me; making my entire body quake. God I wish that his face wasn't obscured by my skirt, that I could watch him.
"Oh Gene! Oh God!" My trembling hands gather up my skirt before tangling through his thick blonde mane, anchoring him to me as he begins sucking on my clit and plunging his fingers deep inside me. Just like I asked him to. I can't stop the gasps and cries that escape me now. I'm so close...so close...Then he suddenly stops leaving me panting and desperately wanting more. "Noooo!" I cry, "Don't stop now!"
But he's already back on the sofa reclining seductively, waiting for me to come to him. He looks absolutely gorgeous; a thick layer of sweat glistening on his chest. I don't' think I'll ever be able to look at another Father Christmas in quite the same way after having my fantasy fulfilled by Gene.
As Alex's fingers scrape over my scalp I can tell she's on edge; her muscles have no strength and can I feel her muscles quaking. She glows as she begins to shudder; I can feel her inner walls beginning the slow build towards climax and if I don't stop now this will all be over far too soon for her...as I said earlier, I want this to last for her. She's likely to give me another punch in the face if I stop, but she's going to come too soon if I don't. I pull away and scramble back onto the sofa. Her reaction is immediate and swift; eyes snapping open, a look of shocked disbelief on her face. "Noooo! Don't stop now!" she cries. I try to smile at her reassuringly and hold out my hand for her. On trembling legs she makes her way to me, and as soon as she is within my reach I pull her down into my lap.
"Not so fast Bolly! Want ter make this last fer yer." She considers my words for a moment and before I know it she's off my lap again; kneeling between my legs, grabbing at my trousers. With one hard tug she's got them down and off my legs and all I can do is sit there in stunned anticipation, my cock standing straight and proud. She smiles, taking my erection in her hand. She licks her lips and squeezes firmly but gently.
"Mmm, looks good enough to eat." I groan at her words but they remind me of what she had said to Shaz last night,
"Well yer did say yer wanted ter suck on Santa's candy cane," I manage to croak out; she's driving me to distraction with her hand. Her tongue peeks out from between her lips and she licks the fluid oozing from my tip. I gasp and buck my hips,
"Ah, ah, hold still," she admonishes before swirling her tongue around my sensitive head and running her tongue down the underside of my shaft. She repeats this action a few more times before finally wrapping her lips around me. Her mouth wet and warm and feel fucking amazing, and I'm really struggling to keep still as instructed. She starts by sucking slowly and steadily, moving her mouth up and down my shaft and I ran my fingers loosely through her hair and tug on it gently. As she begins to hum around my cock and reaches between my legs to fondle my balls I can hold it together no longer; I thrust up into her face.
I know as soon as I start humming around him that he'll lose it, despite me instructing otherwise. We may only have been together a couple of months, but I know what he likes. And I'm not wrong; he starts bucking into my face and he's struggling to keep his eyes open. I can feel him throbbing and his balls coiling tight. He's close.
"Oh fuck Bolls. Stop...I... I'm gonna come," he gasps before going back to grunting and thrusting; his hips snapping up off the chair. I don't stop. In fact I suck harder and faster. Three more thrusts is all it takes. He explodes into my mouth and I swallow every last drop. Gene sinks back onto the couch; sated. "Told yer...ter stop. Didn't want...weren't ready ter-"
"But your 'candy cane' tasted so good. And as this is my fantasy we're playing out..."
"Wanted it ter last," he states petulantly.
"Well I certainly hope it's isn't over," I say to him, eyebrow raised. He lets out a low chuckle.
"Don't fret Bolls. I ain't goin' ter leave yer 'angin'. Yer've just got ter give me a little recovery time."
Well? Was it okay? If people liked this and didn't think it was completely awful there will be a third and final chapter! So be sure to leave a review and let me know what you thought!