Chapter 6

6

JOHNNY

White Christmas - Leo

I stand outside her window, the cold biting at my skin, but the sight before me sets me on fire.

She’s bent over the tub, her back arched, skin still wet from the bath, glistening in the soft candlelight. Her fingers clutch the edge of the tub as her other hand moves between her thick thighs, the icicle I left for her sliding in and out of her slick, tight pussy. My chest tightens with the thrill, my eyes wide and unblinking as I watch her.

My snowflake—she’s perfect, so fucking perfect.

The way her body moves, the slow, deliberate rhythm of her hand thrusting the icicle deeper into her, it’s fucking hypnotic. Her hips rock forward and back, soft, desperate moans slipping past her lips as she pleasures herself with the gift I prepared just for her. I can’t take my eyes off the way her pussy swallows up the icicle, slick and wet, the tip already melting inside her. The water glides down her thighs, mixing with her arousal, and I can almost taste it from here. My cock strains painfully against my jeans, already hard from the sight of her bent over, vulnerable and needy.

She’s lost in her own world, her moans soft and breathy, her body arching toward the tub. Her fingers tighten their grip on the edge, her knuckles white, and I can tell she’s getting close, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate for that release.

I unzip my blood stained pants, my breath fogging the window as I free myself from the suffocating fabric, the cold air biting at my cock. But I barely notice it, too focused on her. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly at first, in time with the rhythm of her hips. Every movement she makes, I mirror it. The connection between us is electric, almost painful in its intensity.

Her body trembles, and I can see the way the icicle glides effortlessly into her, her pussy so slick and inviting. It’s not just the melting water—she’s soaking wet, dripping with need, and not being able to savor every goddamn drop is driving me insane. I wish I could be underneath her, my mouth open, catching every drop that falls from her thick thighs. I want to taste her, drink her, devour every inch of her while she screams my fucking name until there’s nothing left.

She groans, her head falling forward as she thrusts the icicle deeper, and my strokes quicken in response. My breath catches as I watch and pump my cock faster, harder, my mind consumed by the sight of her fucking herself. The tip of the icicle is melting, droplets of water sliding down her inner thighs, and I can’t help but think of it being my spit inside her, dripping out of her. I sucked on that fucking icicle. I made its tip round and perfect just for her, and now knowing she’s using it, fucking herself with something I touched—it makes me want to explode.

Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I can tell she’s close, her hips bucking against the edge of the tub, her fingers clutching the porcelain so hard I’m afraid it’ll crack. Her thick thighs tremble, her body desperate for release, and I stroke myself faster, matching her pace. The heat builds inside me, my balls tightening as I pump harder, faster, my cock throbbing in my hand.

“That’s it... my good little snowflake,” I whisper, my voice dark and ragged. “Let it all go... for me.”

She lets out a high-pitched moan, her hips jerking as she finally comes, her body convulsing with pleasure, the icicle still deep inside her. The sound of her climax, the sight of her body writhing in ecstasy—it sends me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train, my cock pulsing in my hand as I cum hard, shooting my load into the tiny pendant I’ve been holding in my other hand.

“Fuck,” I groan, my breath ragged, my hand trembling as I milk every last drop into the pendant. It’s almost too much, the pleasure overwhelming, but I can’t stop. Not when I know she’s standing right there, still bent over, her body shuddering as the last waves of her orgasm ripple through her.

I stroke myself slowly now, the aftershocks of my release and the cold nipping at my bare skin making me shiver, but fuck it. I don’t give a shit. I’ll freeze to death if means going out like this. The thrill, the heat of watching her—nothing compares. I tuck myself back into my jeans, wincing at the icy sting against my sensitive cock. “Fuckin’ freezing,” I mutter, but the discomfort is worth it. Everything about this moment is worth it.

I glance down at the pendant in my hand, now filled with my cum. It’s fucking perfect—just like her. But it’s not complete yet. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the tiny vial of silver glitter I bought earlier, unscrewing the cap before sprinkling the glitter inside the tiny pendant. It ripples in the thick milky liquid, catching the light from the candles inside her cabin.

I swirl the pendant, watching the glitter mix with my come, creating a beautiful, sparkling winter storm inside the tiny crystal sphere. My little gift, for my Alaska. She’ll wear this, and she’ll carry me with her, even if she doesn’t know it. The thought makes my chest swell with pride, a twisted smile spreading across my face as I imagine her walking around with my come resting right against her throat.

I place the pendant on the windowsill carefully, positioning it just so, so that she’ll see it the moment she looks up. Then I wait, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I watch her.

She’s still bent over the tub, catching her breath, her body glistening in the candlelight. She straightens slowly, running a hand through her short, wet hair, her icy blonde locks clinging to her neck. She’s so fucking gorgeous, it hurts.

Her gaze drifts toward the window, and I feel my heart pound in anticipation. Her eyes land on the pendant, and I watch as curiosity flickers across her face. She takes a step forward, her lips parting slightly as she leans in closer to get a better look.

Slowly, she reaches for it, her fingers brushing against the cold glass before picking up the tiny sphere. For a moment, she just stares at it, her brow furrowing in confusion. Then, as if realizing what it is, a soft smile spreads across her face.

She lifts the pendant to the light, watching the glitter swirl inside, the soft glow of the candles reflecting off the crystal. Her lips curve upward, and I can’t help but grin like a madman. She’s pleased.

My gift… my little snowflake.

She has no idea what’s inside, but she likes it. She’s holding it in her hands, admiring the beautiful trinket, and the thought of her being so close to a piece of me makes my cock stir again.

Then, without warning, she turns her back to the window, lifting the necklace to her throat. She holds it there, as if waiting for me to clasp it around her neck. She’s inviting me. She wants me to do it.

I can’t resist. Not when it comes to her.

Moving silently, I slip my hands through the open window. My fingers brush against her damp neck. She shivers at the chill of my touch but doesn’t pull away. Gently, I take the necklace from her hands, my fingers trembling as I clasp it around her neck. My touch lingers for just a moment longer than necessary, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my freezing fingers.

I lean in close, my lips hovering near her ear. “Mine,” I whisper, my voice low and possessive, the word heavy with meaning. She belongs to me—always has, always will.

Her body stiffens for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. But then she relaxes, leaning back into my touch, as if she’s accepted it. She knows it now.

Slowly I pull back, retreating into the shadows, my heart still pounding as I disappear into the night. My eyes never leave her. She’s mine.