Chapter 6

Six

Wynter

F orbidden wet heat settled between my legs. The hotel room Mateo gave me the key to sat in a corner of the massive mansion-like castle with two large windows covered with thick expensive floor-length curtains the color of midnight if there were a full moon. Gray with a tinge of royal blue. They were beautiful and silky smooth to the touch. And expensive no doubt.

I pushed them open to admire all the glittered specs of sunlight bouncing off the pristine white snow. Several guests were off to the side building snowmen while others were in the watchtowers looking out over the town with high powered binoculars. North Pole was magical at Christmas time. All year round, really. And this was turning out to be the best holiday season ever.

I left the curtains open and checked out the rest of the room. The centerpiece was a giant king-sized bed. A dozen red roses sat in a crystal vase on the desk with three red candles sitting in amongst fresh garland. Pine and cinnamon scents filled the room making it feel like Christmas had finally arrived. As I inhaled the soothing scents, I caught sight of myself in the mirror over the massive mahogany desk.

My new appearance still caused a double-take. I did look like a new woman. The green dress, the black patent heels and the siren red lipstick were not what a junior accountant at the Luna wore. This was what Mateo's Angel wore to a sexy hotel hook-up. The prospect of which left me excited, nervous and after the elevator last night, my panties were already damp anticipating this afternoon. I debated taking them off, but I left them on for Mateo to discover. Something told me he'd want to do that himself.

Mateo hadn't specified where he wanted me to wait. Kneeling in front of a bed sounded dull. Who knew how long he'd be? Mateo was an important man. I debated ignoring his order just to see what he'd do if he found me naked in the bed or waiting in the giant soaking tub.

Truth was, I didn't want to disappoint him. I wanted to obey him. The thought of it turned me on more than I thought possible. Maybe that's why I remained a virgin for so long. I was waiting for Mateo to take me in hand.

I turned down the lights in the room to a sexy glow of warm golden light. I set my purse next to the roses. I slipped out of my dress, staying in nothing but my panties, and then knelt before the windows. I was mesmerized by the lightly falling snow when the door lock released.

I half turned, biting my lower lip. I'd seen how that caught his attention before.

"Angel, what are you doing?" He entered the room slowly.

"I'm on my knees waiting for you. Ready for you to make use of my mouth. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Mateo crossed the room in three quick strides, jerking the curtain closed. "With the curtains wide open so anyone with binoculars can see what's mine, Angel?"

His nostril flared and I didn't miss the growl of disapproval. I bit down on my bottom lip once more as a tingle of pleasure skittered through me. Mateo was jealous.

Oh my God. I let that thought roll around in my brain while I reached out to his belt. I tipped my head back, mirroring the pose he'd had when he was in front of me on his knees last night. Only last night, even when he was on his knees, I'd felt like he'd controlled everything. And again now as I peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, I felt like I was his to command.

His face was a tense mask, not giving me one hint of what he was thinking. I pulled in a shuddering breath and continued to do as I promised.

"Take my cock out, Angel. I want your hands on me."

My shaking fingers fumbled a bit with his belt buckle, but I managed to open it and undo the button on his pants. His cock throbbed against the zipper and I inhaled deeply, at once both nervous and excited about getting my hands on him. I kept my eyes on his as I tentatively, carefully eased his zipper down. And then his pants were open. I dropped my eyes from his as I eased his boxers down, freeing him so that the hard, hot length of him jutted out.

Mateo was huge. I lifted my trembling hands and wrapped them around him, eliciting a guttural groan from him.

A small smile touched my lips at the sound of his obvious pleasure, but even with the proof he was enjoying my touch, I couldn't stop the shaking in my hands.

Mateo covered them with this own. "Angel, are you all right?" His voice was gentle but his body was still tense.

"Just a little nervous." I glanced up at him and whispered, "I don't want to disappoint you."

"You're my Angel. Nothing you do could ever disappoint me. I just don't like the thought of horny bastards getting off on you."

"Besides you?"

The brief twitch of his lips didn't ease much of the tension from his face, but still, I felt reassured. A little. I'd done a bit of online research before we met last night. I liked being prepared for any and everything.

But none of my research prepared me for the reality of the feel of him under my hands, the velvet over steel length of him. And holy cow, the sheer size of him. I swallowed hard as I contemplated how much of him I'd be able to take into my mouth. I couldn't even imagine how he'd fit in my pussy.

Nerves returning, I went for a stalling tactic. "Do you want to take them off?" I motioned to his pants and boxers.

"No, Angel. I want it just like this." His voice drew out the words quiet, but I could hear the strain. "The only thing that would be better is if we were in my office. Then while I worked I could picture you there on your knees with your lips around me. But I can't take the risk of us being interrupted."

I wanted this to be perfect. And it was clear now that Mateo did too. That settled my nerves a bit.

Mateo reached down with one hand and tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging me forward and guiding my head toward him.

I closed my eyes. And opened my mouth.

The smooth head of his cock tasted better than I expected. A small bead of cum escaped his tip and I stroked my tongue around it, lapping him up. But then I wanted more of him. I widened my mouth to accommodate him and he thrust his hips forward slightly, sliding the length of himself over my tongue.

A small frisson of panic caused my throat to close a bit, but Mateo immediately sensed my tension, easing his hand from my hair to caress my cheek, down to my jaw. "Relax, Angel."

For some reason his commanding tone and gentle touch put me at ease. I might be on my knees, my mouth wrapped around his cock, but he was in complete control. In an instant I found myself relaxing and opening to him.

I slid my hands up his thighs and around to rest on his ass. I squeezed as he flexed into me.

"That's right, Angel, take all of me in your sweet mouth."

I was pretty sure I had all of Mateo's cock in my mouth that would fit. He was wet, hard and thick.

"Just a bit more, Angel. Let me hit the back of your throat," he murmured.

The more I sucked Mateo, the more he moaned and the more turned on I got. The only sounds in the room were his moans and my wet mouth working him over. My pussy tingled and I knew my panties were soaked. He pushed all the way in until he nudged the back of my throat. I looked up at him as my throat swallowed him down, trying to take more and more of him.

"Good girl," Mateo breathed. "God, your mouth is amazing."

I felt utterly filthy and scandalous, like some sort of call girl. But at the same time I wanted this. Knowing I had to take my pleasure into my own hands, I started feeling less guilty about topping Santa's naughty list.

I moaned, feeling excited and wanting to take the next step. I wanted to bring him the pleasure he gave me. I worked my mouth over his length, releasing him until just the tip remained in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it before sliding back down.

Mateo let go of my hair only long enough to snatch one of my hands from his ass. He brought it around and urged me to close my fingers around the base of his cock. I gripped him, and he guided my fist up and down, sliding up and down the same damp path my mouth took.

"God, I'm so close." His hands returned to my hair, tangling and angling my head back so he could slide deeper and faster, picking up speed as he fucked my face.

"Angel, I'm going come into that pretty little mouth of yours," he growled and pulled my hair harder.

His hips bucked and his dick grew thicker seconds before hot spurts of cum splashed against my tongue. My heart pounded, and I sucked harder. He tasted warm, salty and delicious on my waiting tongue. Pure Mateo. I swallowed every last drop of him. I didn't want to waste an ounce. He was mine.

My boss looked down at me, hunger in his eyes as he slid from my mouth.

I leaned back on the thick carpet, catching my breath. I was dizzy from desire. I touched my lips. They were swollen, throbbing and sticky with Mateo.

Mateo brushed a hand over my cheek and captured my jaw in his large hand. I eyed his still hard cock. I knew he'd come down my throat but he was still hard?

"God, you're beautiful, Angel." He was still breathing fast, too. His gaze followed mine. "My cock hasn't had its fill of you yet."

"Did I—I did it right?" My dizziness made it hard to think.

"You were perfect." He stripped and held out his hand to easily pull me off the floor. "Come here."

I stepped into his embrace feeling my body light up from his touch.

He tipped my chin up, kissing me tenderly. "I wish every bastard that looked at you saw my cum still sticking to your lips."

"Maybe you can replace my favorite lipstick," I teased, leaning into him.

Mateo glanced at his watch. "Dammit. Time is working against me yet again. Lie back on the bed, Angel."

I took a step back until the back of my knees hit the bed.

"As much as I don't want to, and believe me, I don't, I'm going to have to leave soon. My cock wants to be buried inside that tight virgin pussy so bad it hurts. But I'm not going to rush it."

I tried to process his words. I needed his touch desperately. After last night and right now, my own hand or my trusty vibrator wasn't going to cut it. I needed Mateo inside me.

"I need…" I pressed my legs together but that didn't help. In fact, it only made my desire grow.

"My sweet Angel," Mateo took me in his arms. "I know what you need. And I'm going to give it to you. Just lie back."

Thank God.

I was so wound up by desire I shook from the pent up tension.

"I know you need me buried deep inside you, don't you Angel? You've been so patient waiting for me."

I nodded, feeling relieved and ridiculous as I closed my eyes. "Please," I begged. "Take me. I want you so bad." I begged sweetly.

Anticipation buzzed through me when Mateo gently spread my knees. He stood at the foot of the bed. He slid his hands up my thighs to my panties.

"You're so wet," Mateo's voice was quiet.

He hooked his thumbs inside the edges of my panties and pulled. They shredded.

I gasped, shocked from the sudden show of power and possessiveness.

"Now, Angel," Mateo slid over me, covering every inch of me with his warm delicious body, his light accent growing thick as his cock. "I'm going to give some relief to both of us, but you have to do exactly as I say, ok?"

I nodded and slowly began to tease my nipples.

Mateo's cock pressed into my belly. He lifted his hips, and taking his cock in his hand, he nestled it between my legs.

That felt delicious, warm and hard just where I wanted it. Immediately, I widened my legs, allowing him greater access, and then I squeezed down, feeling his cock and balls against my slit.

Mateo swore. "No, baby, you can't do that." He pulled back. "We don't have time for that now. I'm just trying to give us a little relief."

"Taking all of me is the relief I want."

"You think I don't want that? Oh Angel, I do, more than anything. But I'm not going to just come inside you and run off."

"Let's give it a try and see." I reached between my legs and glided my hand up and down his already rock hard shaft.

He laughed. "My sweet Angel has a mouth on her." He leaned forward and licked a warm path over the seam of my lips, and I opened for him loving the feel of his tongue caressing mine. "And I love your mouth." Mateo replaced his cock with his hand between my legs.

My irritation at him for delaying things was soon lost with his clever fingers stroking my slick folds and rubbing my clit.

"That pussy of yours is so tight. But it's just the right size for me." He continued stroking his finger inside me, and I felt the pleasure build.

"That feels so good," I gasped. "Please don't stop."

Mateo chuckled, adding another finger.

That felt so fucking good. I arched my back up to meet his strokes, begging him without words to keep going.

I sucked in a deep breath when the heated steel of his cock nestled between my folds and he began to rock his hips, sliding through my juices. His hard cock teased over my clit slow at first but before long he took my hand to clamp over his length as he fucked us both. I never thought of such a filthy delicious way to be pleasured.

"I'm coming, Oh, yes. Faster!"

Hot ropes of come spill over my stomach as I spiral into an orgasm of my own. Panting harshly, Mateo drew his dripping fingers from me, licking them clean. I held his gaze, utterly turned on by the naughty sight of him cleaning my juices from his fingers.

And then he does the unthinkable. He slides them back in, easing me down from the sheer heights of my climax.

He falls over me, taking my mouth again in a slower kiss this time that has my toes curling.

His lips swallowed my moans as I rode his hand. My cries of pleasure echoed in the room.

Moments passed as we lay there and for a brief time, I forget about the outside world and only think about us right here, right now.

He slowly moves, our messy bodies warm and relaxed. I opened my eyes to find Mateo studying me. His hand still inside me, my own clasped over it as the tremors rippled through my body.

"What?" I asked.

"You're beautiful, my Angel."

I quirked the corner of my mouth. "I hope no one heard me. I was pretty loud."

"They didn't. I wouldn't allow it. Your pleasure is only for us. This section of the floor is off limits." Mateo's watch chimed, causing him to frown. "I'm due to sign off on the final Christmas preparations and this damn merger is going to be the death of me. I've never hated my job so much right now."

Every year the stress of making sure everyone has the perfect holiday they paid for must be a heavy burden to carry. And I'd heard rumors of a merger but didn't know who the candidates were. "New Orleans sounds lovely."

"Eating your pussy in New Orleans sounds lovely," Mateo agreed. He kissed me deeply before he removed his hand from me. His fingers were wet with my juices. I opened my mouth and he slid his fingers inside. I sucked on them, tasting myself on him.

Mateo pulled his fingers out and my lips made a sucking noise at the released pressure. He groaned. "Angel, if it wasn't for that tight pussy of yours, I would think that Vixen is a much better name for you."

Disappointment speared me as he rolled away from me to stand at the side of the bed. He redressed quickly, and a sigh escaped me as I watched his nimble fingers tug up his zipper and buckle his belt. In minutes, all traces of how we'd spent the afternoon were gone and he was back to looking like the powerful businessman the rest of the world knew him as.

I couldn't help the tiny bit of smugness knowing I had gotten to see him rumpled and mussed, a tiny bit of his guard down as he spilled his cum in my mouth and then on my belly. My thigh muscles still tingled with the aftereffects of my orgasm. Moving seemed like way too much trouble, but I guessed I had no choice but to get up and put myself back together again.

"I'll message you about tomorrow." Mateo leaned over me and gave me a fast kiss before he straightened again. "The room is yours for as long as you need it today."

I propped myself up on my elbows, a little self-conscious at being bare to him still now that he was fully dressed. Mateo obviously didn't mind. A fact he proved by bending and capturing one of my still-pebbled nipples in his mouth, giving a small suckle before releasing it and straightening again. I immediately forgot my insecurity, rubbing my thighs together and stretching my body languidly under his gaze.

Mateo's eyes darkened, but he made a visible effort to tear himself away, his shoulders squaring and a hand brushing imaginary lint from the front of his suit jacket.

"Shit, Angel, if I don't leave now, I won't be able to walk away from you. As it is, I'm sure the vision of you like that, warm and naked, my cum covering you, is going to distract me for the rest of the day."

With that, he turned and in an instant the door closed behind him with a snap. This time I didn't have to try to hide my smug smile as warmth suffused my body at his parting words. I didn't mind being Mateo's distraction. I didn't mind at all.

I quickly hopped up from the bed and found my phone, tapping out a message.

Dear Scrooge, just a reminder that my virgin pussy is very tight and waiting to be filled with your cock asap.

As Always, Your Winter Angel.

My phone chimed with a new message seconds later.

My Angel, Same room, same time tomorrow. The only difference is my cock will be buried in your hot little pussy instead of your hot little mouth.

Your Scrooge.