Christmas Angel: A Holiday Romance Read online

  I smiled as I ripped my shirt off, my hands tugging at my belt, hurriedly undoing the zipper. I groaned as my cock sprung out, eager for its treat. Gripping it, I stroked it, trying to ease the pain of holding back. Her eyes were burning me up inside as she bit that lip and took her time looking me over. Her pretty greens travelled across the broad expanse of my chest, and down the rippling of my abs. She took a step closer and I stood very still as she gently pressed the palms of her hands along the coarse hair that covered my chest.

  So very slowly, she teased her fingertips along it, sliding it down across the ridges of my abs until, with her forefinger, she leisurely drew a line from my belly button down to my cock. I went rigid as she slid her delicately manicured fingernail across the head of my cock, teasing me to no end.

  “I want to taste you,” she whispered, lost in her lust.

  I simply smiled and stroked my cock as she watched. “Not before I get my fill of you, Angel.”

  She yelped as I lifted her over my shoulder, her tits feeling wonderful against my back, her soft ass in my hands. I slapped it hard, loving how she squirmed and yelled out. My fingers ran across the expanse of silky panties, slipping under and sliding against her crevice, loving how juicy she’d become. Letting her down onto the chaise lounge in the living room, I brought my lips to my mouth, watching her as I tasted her.

  “Mmmm, fuck, you taste good baby girl. A little too good,” yanking her by the legs, I knelt down before her, spreading her thighs, those black silky panties looking delectable on her. I wanted to rip them off her, so I could have my fill of her. Instead, I took my time, teasing her, running my tongue down her inner thighs, nibbling as I went, her mewls had a desperate edge to them that only made me want to tease, her further. Pressing my nose against the crevice of where her thighs met her pelvis, I inhaled sharply, biting at her skin. My cock stirred at the lemony scent of her.

  Standing up I lifted her up, and as if she were my personal fuck doll, I placed her over the chair on all fours. Her heart shaped ass pressing back into my cock as she arched back sexily. She looked like a cat in heat, wanting her fill of cock.

  I gazed down at her, the moonlight striking against her pale skin. Her red hair looked like licks of flames framing her face and back. And those hooded eyes were lost in this pleasure. I had her exactly where I wanted her. Dragging my nails down the curvy contours of her butt, I groaned as she sighed out, my cock finding it’s place in between her thighs, making me hiss as she rocked that panty covered ass along my dick. I could feel the heat of her penetrate through the soaked material and it was so fucking good.

  My hand came down on her flesh, first one cheek then the other. Over and over until she was a whimpering mess. Slowly massaging her now reddened globes, I slid my forefingers beneath the seam of her sexy panties. Biting my lip, I lifted the delicate elastic and let it snap back onto her flesh.

  She looked at me over her shoulder, pouting as she swayed her hips. I hissed at how fucking hot she looked and over giving her a nice, hard, sound kiss on those pouty lips of hers. Grabbing at the flimsy material, I tugged, tearing it in two. She yelled out in my mouth and I slid my tongue in, tangling it with hers as my fingers rubbed at her core. She could barely moan as I relished in her juicy pussy. She was so fucking tempting. Pressing my soaked fingers to her lips, I allowed her to taste what I was slowly becoming addicted to.

  Gripping her by the hair, I forced her eyes to meet mine. “I want you to tell me what you want.”

  Her breath came in ragged whisps of air as she shook in her need. “You,” she whispered softly.

  The word hung in the air between us and I pressed my lips to hers as I slid into her tight confines. My cock creaming as it was suffocated by the sweetest of pussies.

  3

  Eve

  My God he felt exquisite, filling my body up with his thick length. I concentrated on trying to breathe as he entered me, it wasn’t until I felt his heavy balls pressed against my swollen lips that I cried out. His pelvis molded to my ass, grinding his cock against me, making me gasp for air. He felt so fucking perfect nestled inside of me.

  Being touched and caressed, and taken, it was an experience I never expected. An assault on my repressed senses. He was dirty and rough, yet gentle and strong as he penetrated me. I hadn’t felt a man inside me in years and he felt so fucking good. He was so broad and burly, and I loved how he consumed me, how he took me without any reticence. For once, I wasn’t focused on all the wrongs, I was engrossed in all the right. How perfect it was to feel, to get lost in another, to breathe again.

  I gripped the cushions of the lounge, my head tilting back focusing on the array of lights from the building across from us. If they only knew, that in the darkness there stirred the hottest sex to ever exist between two strangers. I cried out as he dragged his cock out and plunged back into me. Slow, deep strokes that made me heady with lust. He gripped my hair, tugging on it until my back was pressed against his chest, his hands cupping my tits as he drove into me. Each whack of his thighs against my ass made me shiver and the naughtiness of the moment, the thought that I was being fucked by a stranger, only heightened the pleasure.

  “Naughty girl,” he murmured against my ear as his fingers found my soaked button, flicking and pinching it until I screamed. Flinging myself forward onto the soft cushions as he drilled into me while my orgasm flooded through me. The intensity of it was too much as my legs gave in, and he fell with me, his cock still fully buried inside of me.

  My breaths came out in shaky bursts, and my body spasmed as his hard cock pulled out of me. He propped his knee beside me, cradling me into his arms and lifted me, taking me towards the back of the apartment. We stared at each other, half in amazement, half in heated desire. We couldn’t talk, neither of us wanted to. What for?

  As he lay me back onto the soft mattress, my legs spread accepting him between my thighs. His muscles rippled as he crawled over me, his jaw tense, his lips pursed in concentration as he guided his dick back into me. My hips lifted, loving the feel of his throbbing muscle inside of me. His arousal heated me, made me crave him even more.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” his eyes met mine as his cock rocked in and out of me. His hands dragged mine up above my head, our fingers interlocking as he pinned me down on the bed. He never looked away, never stopped driving into me. His eyes were hooded in pleasure as he gazed down at me, a trickle of sweat dropped onto my breast and he leaned in and licked it off.

  I didn’t feel any hesitation from him. He was giving himself over to me and I just watched as this beautiful man found pleasure in me. In and out, his cock doing delicious things to me, teasing me, forcing my cries out. He dipped his hips, his girth rubbing along my sweet spot, and I swear I saw stars.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged him, my nails dragging across his shoulder as my body tensed while he drove me crazy. I barely whispered that I was cumming as my body was racked with a rush of heat. My legs trembled, and my pussy clenched down on him.

  “That’s it gorgeous, let go,” he didn’t stop. God, how he didn’t stop. He just kept going, kept urging another orgasm out of me. It didn’t take long. A dirty word, a heated touch, the flick of his thumb on my clit as he bit down on my neck and I was clawing at the sheets from the ecstasy.

  Gasping for air as he grunted and in seconds he tumbled after me. His muscles tensing, his eyes closed, and his head thrown back as his cock pumped load of steamy load into my depths. In the back of my mind I remembered not being on the pill, but instead of panicking, I simply lay there, spent and completely satisfied.

  His weight felt good on me. I didn’t want him to leave my side. It had been a moment of weakness, of passion, one I couldn’t believe had happened. He turned and walked out of the room without saying a word and I wasn’t sure what to do. The loss of his warmth was confusing. I figured this was it, so I slowly started to shift myself off the mattress. When he returned I was just swinging my legs off and ready to disappear.


  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Oh,” I whispered, startled. And then I was leaning back as he gently wiped at my exposed pussy. Dragging the warm cloth down one swollen lip and up the other. When he was done he gave me a little kiss right on my clit, making me jolt, and then he crawled back into bed dragging me with him.

  As his arms wrapped around me, and his breathing evened, I realized this was probably the craziest thing I’d ever done in my life. Yet somehow, closing my eyes and falling asleep in a stranger’s arms, seemed to be the perfect ending to this sensual evening.

  4

  Christian

  “What the hell, man! You left me waiting for like two hours.”

  “Sorry Sam, I was…detained, and there was absolutely no way I could leave.” I stared back at the rumpled sheets on my bed, the scent of her perfume that lingered on the pillows was the only sign that she was real. I never did catch her name, nor did I tell her mine. I let her slip through my fingers like the idiot I was.

  “Well I hope you don’t stand me up for dinner tonight. My wife is excited to meet you, and my sister will be here as well.”

  “I’ll be there. There’s no way I’m missing Christmas dinner.”

  “Good. Be here at eight sharp. My wife is a kicker for sit down dinners.”

  “I’ll be there at seven.”

  “Can’t wait to see you, man.”

  “Me too, Sam. Thanks.”

  Hanging up the phone, I grabbed my coat and headed on out. I needed to do some last-minute shopping before heading over to Sam’s. It had been a long time since I’d bought gifts for anyone, and I was definitely not in my element. Within the hour I was being pushed and shoved around as shoppers grabbed whatever last-minute items they could find. Lines as far as the eye could see while men and women rushed to buy their final gifts.

  A glimmer of silver caught my eye and I stopped, staring into the display window of a quaint little shop. There was an Angel Crystal Ornament on display and it seemed to call out to me. A golden heart and golden wings adorned it. Staring at it I remembered the angel that was in my bed the night before. The one that disappeared as quickly as she’d appeared.

  I knew nothing about her, yet I missed her as if I’d she’d always been a part of my life. It was an odd feeling. How could you possibly miss a stranger, but yet, I did. I missed her soft sighs, her big green eyes, the feel of her hands on me. The sweetest purr that fell from her lips when my entered her body, it was the most enticing sound.

  For some reason I walked into the store and purchased the angel. I figured maybe someone would want it, maybe I’d give it away at Christmas, or maybe even keep it for myself as a reminder of my pretty redhead. The snow had begun to lightly fall and stick to my scarf, the wind had picked up sending a gush of cold my way, wrapping my coat around me and sinking my head into my scarf, I wandered the streets of Manhattan, for once enjoying the Christmas feel. The twinkling of lights in department store windows, big giant ornaments hanging everywhere, and the occasional Christmas carol that wafted through speakers from within a store.

  I felt a sense of peace this morning. A feeling I’d lost in the last couple years. Ever since my Ex filed for divorce, I just couldn’t seem to breathe. It was a nasty time in my life. So much hatred that came from love, I couldn’t believe how much she’d come to hate me. How I wasn’t enough for her. On top of the fact that through the course of the divorce I’d found out she’d cheated on me more than once. After that, I wasn’t playing nice anymore. We’d been married for ten years, and there was absolutely no way in hell I was giving her a penny of my hard-earned money. Instead, I left her with the house and moved back to New York. Far enough away from her to start a new life and forget all the shit she’d put me through. She was intent on hurting me any way she could, and she did. Her excuse, I wasn’t there for her. But how could I be, when her trips were more important to her than me. Those trips where she’d sleep around with any man that crossed her path.

  Don’t get me wrong. I tried. I didn’t want our marriage to fail, but it had already started to dwindle when we found out she couldn’t have children. It was as if though she took that as an opportunity to open her legs to every man that wanted a taste. And I couldn’t do it anymore. I was done being pushed aside and treated like I was worthless. Yes, men can also feel neglected, and it had hurt. I had loved her so much, yet she took that love and destroyed it. And when I realized that I would never be happy with her, that’s when I packed my shit and left. She filed for divorce a month later.

  Two years later and I had asked my company to move me. The opportunity presented itself to work in New York and I grabbed it. I moved to the city farthest from her, all the way across the country. This was the first Christmas I was going to spend away from the place I knew as home, and I felt more at peace here than I ever did in Washington.

  I never expected that the move would bring me into the arms of an angel. But maybe that was the step I needed to start feeling like myself again. Letting go with a stranger who only wanted what I had to give. A beautiful angel who only wanted to have one night of pleasure, even if it was undeniably the best night of my life. If I never saw her again I’d at least have the memory of her sweetness in my mind forever.

  I have to admit, that if I could, I’d search for her. I even contemplated going back to the same place I found her. But who was I kidding, God only knew where she lived, where she was at this very moment. But a thought fluttered through my mind and I wondered…was she thinking about me.

  5

  Eve

  “Eve, love, would you be a dear and turn on some music?”

  I smiled and raised an amused eyebrow at Sam. My brother’s wife, Carol, was a Christmas Nazi. She loved the holidays, but she also wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. Which meant that as soon as I showed up, I was put to work. Whether it was turning on the lights, helping turn on music, or making sure Sam didn’t eat all the Christmas cookies, we all had a job to do.

  My brother lived in upstate New York, in this absolutely gorgeous house, with his gorgeous wife and sweet children. Two kids, a boy and a girl, whom I adored. His life was so very different from mine, filled with warmth and happiness. I didn’t envy him, I was proud of him, of what he’d accomplished. He’d managed to move on, to keep living for his family. We’d spent Christmas here for the last ten years. My parents loved coming up here and getting away from the city. So it was only right that my brother continue the tradition of Christmas at his house. And every year they’d drag me up here to spend the holidays together.

  A three-hour drive away from the city meant that they could hold onto me as long as they possibly could. A few days was all I could handle, and I mostly did it for my brother. I knew he needed me and besides, I was his only family. So, I stayed, and I put on a pleasant smile, and I kept my sadness buried deep down inside until I left. Although I could hide from Carol and the kids, from friends that came by, I couldn’t hide from my older brother. “You doin’ okay sis?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled at him as the Carol of the Bells started to play through the speakers. He smiled and wrapped his arm around me.

  “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Me too,” I leaned my head on his shoulder and he squeezed me tight.

  He didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to, his warm hugs said it all. He knew when I needed one without me even saying a word. He knew me too well and he knew that this time of year was the hardest for me. And tonight, I needed this. As much as I fought it, I needed family around in the holidays which is why he always made sure I was surrounded.

  Sam was really excited this year, apparently an old of his was joining us tonight. An old college friend of Sam’s who he hadn’t seen in years. Christian, or something. I’d never met the man, but Carol had spilled the beans while I helped her make the salad. I wasn’t much of a cook so cutting tomatoes was as much as I could muster. While we chatted, she told me about the man
. How he’d recently divorced and had just moved to New York City. How handsome he was from the pictures Sam had shown her. I’d smiled and listened to her soft whispers as she told me about how excited Sam was to have him here, and how he wanted things to be perfect for him. It was his first Christmas away from home and he wanted him to have that feeling of family. That was my brother, always bringing Christmas cheer to everyone.

  I went to the window and watched the snow fall. It was finally sticking to the ground and I was sure that by morning there would be a thick white blanket covering the ground as far as the eye could see. I loved waking up to a White Christmas. Thoughts of Liam ran through my head. My handsome fiancé who was full of life, of love. I hadn’t looked at another man since. I didn’t need to, he’d filled my life with so many memories and so much happiness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as a chill ran through me. Suddenly, the memory of warm, strong hands seeped into my thoughts. The deep rumble of a sexy voice ran through me, making me yearn to see that man again.

  I’d left him early this morning, before the sun rose. My eyes had fluttered open, my cheek resting on his chest, the sound of his heart beating softly against my ear. It was such a quiet moment, comforting, and yet it scared me. So, I ran away. I felt guilty. Guilty to have these confounded feelings for another man that wasn’t my Liam. Guilty for wanting something more with another.

  Yet, in this confusion one thing was certain, I’d never forget him. This stranger who’d walked into my life and made me feel things no other ever had. There was no way I could.