9. Natalie

Chapter nine

Natalie

“I don’t think I’ve gotten a proper morning greeting from you yet,” Jasper says, pressing his body against my back. His hands snake around my waist and he pulls me to him. Unable to resist, I press my ass back and rub against his cock, which seems to have the inability to ever go soft.

“I hope this got taken care of last night, otherwise you must be in pain,” I say over my shoulder, meeting Jasper’s hungry eyes.

He runs his nose up the column of my neck and nips at my ear. A shudder works its way down my spine and I tilt my head back, granting him more access. Jasper presses soft kisses against my skin, then drags his teeth along certain spots, making my pussy wetter with each pass.

I turn in his arms and his hands settle on my hips. My fingers climb up his broad chest until I cup the back of his neck.

“Morning,” I whisper, craning my neck back to stare at the lips I dreamed about all night.

“I really want to kiss you,” Jasper says hoarsely, fingers tightening with his admission.

“Then why don’t you?”

“I don’t want to scare you.” The pained words are soft, between a whisper and a breath.

Something uncomfortable pinches in my chest, and my heart starts pattering away.

No, these aren’t feelings. They’re just… misplaced pussy flutters.

“Jasper, I already told you I think you’re hot. But you’re also kind, considerate, funny, and very attentive. How can I be scared of you? Is there something else—besides your monster cock, which I’m salivating for—that I should know about?”

The nod Jasper gives me is tiny and unsure.

“Tell me. Or better yet, show me,” I encourage.

A muscle ticks in his jaw, but slowly he relaxes and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. It keeps coming and coming, past his chin, until the middle of his chest. I swear I feel an actual drop of arousal drip from my pussy at the sight.

“Jasper,” I rasp, “that is incredible. I want that in my mouth, but more than anything, I want to feel it shoved up my soaking pussy. I want you to taste how wet you’re making me, lick it all up, and swallow it down.”

Without another word, Jasper hitches me onto the counter behind me, spreads my legs so they’re bracketing his hips, and cups my face. “I’m going to kiss you now. Save those thoughts for when Nick is gone, because I have plans for this pussy.” He cups me over my leggings, his touch possessive. “ Our pussy.”

Before I can form a reply that it’s actually my pussy, Jasper slants his mouth over mine, parting my lips with a gentle lick. His tongue is strong, pointed, and rougher than a human’s.

I want more .

I open eagerly for him and kiss him with all my pent-up lust since that first moment I saw him. Our tongues meet and twine, pushing and pulling, going on and on until we’re both panting for breath.

I drag him closer, skating my fingers around his neck, up the sides of his face. Breaking our kiss, I whisper against his lips, “Can I touch your horns?”

“Yes.” Jasper angles his head, kissing along my jaw, as I trail my fingers along one horn.

“Are they sensitive?”

“The bases are where they meet my temples, but the rest aren’t.”

“Here?” I ask, tracing a ring around the base above his left eye. A shudder rolls through Jasper and he thrusts his hard cock against my damp leggings.

Resting his forehead against mine, Jasper says, “We have to stop now or I’m going to fuck you right here while Nick is in the next room. I don’t think either of us want that. So let’s make the drinks and save Cole from the awkwardness of whatever is happening in the living room. Then, once Nick is gone, I’m going to stick this tongue in your wet cunt until you make a mess of my face. Okay?”

“Okay,” is all I’m able to manage with that picture in mind.

Jasper helps me down and we silently set to work, taking care not to brush against each other so we don’t end up fucking on the kitchen counters.

When we finally make it to the living room, there’s a feeling of camaraderie between Nick and Cole, but I sense they’re just making small talk, not getting into bigger issues that are keeping them apart.

I’m no expert on familial relationships, but it seems that both of them could do with some companionship. What if they both want to hang out with the other, but have never felt bold enough to suggest it?

Since I’ve got no skin in this game and will be leaving soon anyway, who better to call them out on their shit than me?

“So, Nick. What’s life like being Santa?”

Nick clears his throat and rubs a hand down his beard. “It’s good. What’s not to like about it? I get to make Christmas wishes come true.” His answer sounds sincere and there’s warmth in his eyes, but I also sense a hint of sadness. I wonder if he has any Christmas wishes and if there’s anyone helping him make them come true.

Not about to get derailed by compassion, I turn the conversation to the males I’m a little invested in. “How do you feel about the Naughty List?”

From somewhere next to me, Jasper sucks in an audible breath. I don’t look at anyone but Nick, too nervous to find disappointment, hurt, or anger on their faces.

Nick’s anxious tick becomes more apparent as that hand of his works overtime on his beard. “It’s well… I don’t think I’ve given it much thought. It’s just the way things have always been done. It serves a purpose, balances the good and bad.”

Deciding to ignore the death glare I’m getting from Cole, I push some more. “Don’t you think it’s an outdated system? I mean, do you take into account that kids from rougher backgrounds act out more because they’re not receiving the right support? Getting shitty coal in their stockings will definitely not motivate them to be better people.” I feel like my argument makes great sense and he’d be a fool not to consider it.

Nick’s hand pauses on his beard, eyes growing wide as the realization of my words begin to sink in. He looks at Cole whose face remains impassive, not giving any of his own emotions away.

“Jingle my balls,” Nick sighs out spiritlessly. “I didn’t think about it in that way. Cole, what are your thoughts?”

Cole gives me a look that says we’ll have words later, but I do not regret bringing this up. I know I’m new here, but I’m not okay with people being mistreated. Especially kids. If they’re not in a position to fight for themselves, I will gladly fight for them. And in some ways, I think no one has fought for Jasper and Cole either.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Cole chickens out with a weak answer. “I think the system could be improved upon.”

Apparently, I’m not done interfering. “What is the ratio of kids on the Naughty List staying on the Naughty List after receiving coal? Do any of them make it onto the Nice List? If so, how many?”

Nick looks at me like I’ve just thrown a snowball in his face, and Cole looks like he’s about to throw one at me.

Deciding to rock the boat with one final question that might change everything, I drop the biggest bomb of all. “Did you know that Jasper and Cole hate being in charge of the Naughty List?”