Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

MIKAYLA

F alling apart. I was falling apart, a writhing, mindless mess of need and want. Held into place by the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on. A holiday wish come true who played my pussy and clit like they were his own personal instrument.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

"Ryan, I need you-"

"To do what?" His fingers slowed their torture as he yanked my torn panties the rest of the way off my body. "Tell me, do you still think you're not going to scream my name from everything I plan on doing to you?"

"Oh my God." My eyes rolled back into my head as he pinched my clit. The Christmas tree in the corner made his eyes glow in the darkness behind his glasses. "I want to. So bad. I need your cock, Ryan. I want you to fuck me until I can't move."

He smacked my pussy, and I yelped, the pleasure and pain sweeping along my spine and making me want to weep from the sensations he wrung out of me. "I think that bed of yours needs to have all the memories we missed out on from last night, don't you?"

In one fell swoop, he scooped me up and placed me over his shoulder as he landed a smack on my bare ass. "Naughty List," he growled.

I squealed as he dropped me on the bed, and I almost exploded when he took his glasses off and tossed them on the nightstand. His eyes locked on my body, sweeping from my head to my feet, then back up. "Fuck," I whispered.

"Strip for me, baby girl. And then," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head with one hand. "And then," All the breath left my body as his belt slid out of each loop, the hiss causing an involuntary reaction in my pussy. "I'm going to play with you the way I've been thinking about doing all day."

Without even thinking beyond watching his expression as I scrambled up onto my knees and made quick work of my clothes and boots, I knelt on the bed before him. A smirk spread across his face as he sat his belt on the bed, then shucked off his jeans, clad only in a black pair of boxer briefs. The bulge in his pants was more than I imagined. My mouth watered as my pussy clenched in response to his size. "Holy fuck, CK."

Ryan took his belt in hand, then closed the space between us, one knee on the bed. "Don't worry, baby girl, it'll fit. Your pussy is going to love having my cock fill you up. Turn around, hands behind your back."

Fuck, how did he know? Was he going to do what I fantasized about earlier as I licked the frosting from his fingers and teased him? The Naughty Elf swooned, because she wanted it just as much as I did.

Once I faced the headboard, he took my wrists, and the cool leather of his belt wrapped around them once. My pussy clenched, and I bit my lip to keep from swooning out loud. When he tightened it, I gasped. His breath was hot on my neck as he said in a tone I'd added to my Naughty As Fuck List, "Your eyes darted down to my belt when you were sucking my finger, Starshine. Your hands kept clenching and unclenching. Your thighs rubbed together like you needed to be filled by my cock. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you didn't think about being here, just like this? Kneeling and bound before me?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by his words, the sensations like an electrical current chasing along my skin.

"You can't, can you?" The sharp sting of his hand as he slapped my ass as his other hand held me up heated my cheeks. "I'm capable of so many things to add to that Naughty List, but just for you. Tonight, I'm going to make sure you have a night neither of us ever will forget. Do you trust me, Mikayla?"

"Hell yes. Always."

"Such a good girl," he purred in my ear as his hand lingered on the base of my spine before following it up, stopping just below the nape of my neck. "Down," he commanded as he pushed with a gentle but firm touch. Letting me decide if I was going to obey, but also letting me lose myself in the moment.

It was a heady combination.

His knee nudged my thighs apart, and he tugged on the belt. The pressure built between my thighs as he fingered my pussy, spreading me and playing with my entrance. His thumb found my clit, circling it as I gasped into the bed. I turned my head to the side as he chuckled darkly. "So needy."

"Hell, yes I am. I need your cock. I want to feel-"

"My cock stretching this pretty pussy, squeezing it, while you beg for my cum? I need a condom, baby."

Fuck. There was no way in holly jolly hell Nana had condoms stashed in the pool house. "I'm on birth control."

"Fuck. I haven't been with anyone in fucking longer than I care to admit. And I'm clean. But I've never…" He growled, palming my ass and spreading me. "Fuck baby, I've been inside anyone bare."

I swallowed, rocking back into him. "Fuck me, Ryan. Let me feel that huge cock of yours stretching me. Please," I begged, mindless and so on edge tears were streaming down my face.

"Naughty List is going to send us both to hell, Starshine." He spread my wetness around, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched, transfixed as he coated his throbbing cock. So wide I was both scared and ready to have him fill me so much I couldn't breathe. How the hell was that going to-

"Stop thinking. Feel. My cock is going to fit. You're going to take every damn inch like a good girl. Squeeze my cock, and come like the naughtiest fucking girl ever." With every word, he slid inside, inch by agonizing inch, until I was squirming with how full I was. And he wasn't even all the way inside me. "That's it, you're doing so good."

"God, you're so…I'm…"

Where the fuck were my words? Oh God!

And then, I lost all semblance of time as he gripped the belt with one hand, and my hip in the other, and began a pace that had me gasping and yelping with every thrust, begging, and loving how he owned my body and made it his. Slapping bodies. Drenched in sweat from how he played my body. Tears ran down my face. None of it mattered as I shattered into a million pieces.

"Let go, baby. Take my cock, and let go. Just feel how good it is. I could never fucking forget this, you, the way you take me. So perfectly." His thrusts increased as my orgasm grew and exploded. My inner walls clenched around his cock, taking every drop he had to give.

Years later, or maybe it was only minutes, the gentlest hands undid the belt from my wrists, and turned me over. Soft kisses landed on my closed eyelids, my smile blissful and better than any Christmas miracle I'd ever imagined.

"You took my cock so well, Mikayla. And fuck, watching my cum on your body? Seeing your pussy soaked with us? Best fucking Naughty List ever. I'd take coal every fucking time for you." He brushed the sweaty tendrils off my face and kissed my nose, then my lips. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Like I could move after that , I thought. The Nice Elf snorted, but I could tell she agreed with me. Seconds later, a cool cloth swept along my thighs. I sat up, opening my eyes at last to the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen.

"Damn, Ryan. You might be the best thing I've seen after falling apart and coming back together again. I think we should explore the rest of that Naughty List."

His blue eyes twinkled. "Sharing a shower is absofuckinglutely on there."

"I am an overachiever."

"And damn good at taking my cock."

"Will that land me on either list?"

"Good girls get a little of both, Starshine. Holy fuck, are you a good girl."

The next morning, after our third or fourth round of glorious Naughty List sex, and a shower, Ryan left me to go home and shower before facing his mother. We had a few last-minute things to pick up once they were ready, and then the Decking of the Halls would begin.

Convincing our mothers we're together was far easier than I thought it would be, and once Oliver arrived, my mom fawned over him and tried to find him a girl, but he was having none of it. Too focused on his career and getting the attention of anyone at the Seattle Revenge, the pro team his current team was the feeder for.

"Serious does not look good on you, little brother," I teased.

"It's harder than I thought, but I love it. Playing with this level of players is crazy, Kay. I don't want to fuck it up."

I nudged his shoulder with my own as we hung garland the next day. Ryan kept stealing glances at me from across the room. "You won't. You're way too good, and I know these things."

He snorted, blonde hair flopping as he jerked his head in Ryan's direction. "You serious about this guy? Didn't you just break up with douche bag?"

"Holiday fun, Oliver, nothing more."

"Tell that to mom."

I loved that he called her that. It melted me, because in my eyes, Oliver was my brother. Full stop.

"She will just have to deal."

The rest of the day flew by, and when the sun set, Ryan took me home, fucked me in the shower, then fell asleep with me sprawled on top of him.

Rinse, mistletoe, and repeat.

Until Christmas Eve. And the party.

For some reason, my Naughty Elf didn't seem as excited about the end of our holiday fun as I thought she'd be.