8. Cole

8

COLE

Can’t remember the last time I heard Christmas music in this cabin, aside from my brothers’ pitchy acapella rendition. And coming from my dad’s old record player and collection? Those records haven’t been played since the Christmas before he passed.

These boxes haven’t been touched in nearly as long. Never had the heart to take them out once I stored them in the spare bedroom. The magic of Christmas faded that year, and it hasn’t been until now that I see a glimmer. Thanks to Kate.

“Did you find the decorations?” Kate calls from the living room.

Christmasfication, as she calls it, is in full effect. And without a minute to spare. It’s Christmas Eve after all, but just like Kate entering into my life—better late than never.

“Found them,” I say, dusting off the cobwebs from a spider who’s been living in this box undisturbed for generations. “Also found some clothes that might fit you better.” I’d forgotten about the stuff my sister left here for when she’d stay over. Considered not telling her because I like seeing Kate wearing my clothes. And the longer she wears them, the longer her scent will stay on them. Never going to wash them again.

My stomach sours. I don’t want her to leave but I know it’s inevitable. Her sister’s getting married in a few days and then after that, she’ll be gone. But if Christmas miracles exist, I hope I’ll find her under my Christmas tree this year. Next year too. And the one after that. There won’t be another Christmas that I won’t spend without her if I have my way.

“You mean I can wear something other than this quilt?”

I look up from the box, intending to smile but I can’t. My jaw drops as I see Kate, standing in the doorway looking like a dream.

“Cole,” she says softly. “You’re staring again.”

I exhale, long and slow. “Am I?”

She blushes and brings her pretty little fingertips to her neck, toying with her necklace.

“Mhmm,” she moans, making my cock twitch as her teeth drag against her bottom lip.

“I can stop if you’d like. I won’t look at you the rest of the time you’re with me.”

She smiles. “You wouldn’t last a minute.”

“I always last as long as it takes and then some.”

She shakes her head. “I bet you do.”

And you’re going to find out. I’ll make my girl beg for mercy. Shake and tremble. I’ll fuck her tight little hole so good she’ll never want to leave.

“But you’re right. I can’t stop looking at you, Kate.”

She sighs. “And to think, I just came back here for some clothes.”

I place the box on the ground and then reposition myself on the edge of the bed.

“On the bed,” I rasp, motioning next to me with a jerk of my head.

“Is that a command or the location of the clothes?”

“Why not both?”

I’m losing my grip on my self-control. It’s nonexistent at this point. I know what I want. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on Kate.

She pads into the room as the next track comes on. “An elf costume?” she says, laughing.

“A backup for my sister. Some leggings, shirts, and a sweater too. But I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind seeing you as Santa’s little helper.”

She stares at me. I stare back as my mouth dries.

“Is that what you want?” She takes a step forward. “Me in a little elf costume?”

“I want you any way you’ll give me.”

She smiles and it sends my heart racing as my cock pulses in my pants. Throbbing. Needy.

“Beginning to feel a little festive?”

“Very.”

My jaw flexes as every muscle in my body constricts, ready to snap as soon as my lips touch her bare skin. As soon as I see her bare skin. I’ll work her with my tongue. I’ll… I don’t even know what I’ll do to her, but after this, she’ll be mine. I’ll claim her pussy. Her fucking womb. There won’t be a question in her mind about who she belongs to. Kate’s mine. I’m hers.

“But Santa’s helpers are supposed to be good little elves, right?” She steps between my legs, dragging a finger down my chest, burning my skin like a red-hot poker. “They’re not supposed to touch Santa. They’re not supposed to kiss Santa.” She kisses my neck, my cheek, and my closed eyelids as that final thread inside me unravels. “And they’re definitely not supposed to have the kinds of thoughts I’ve been having.”

My eyes flare open, and I snatch her wrist.

“What kinds of thoughts have you been having?”

“Bad thoughts,” she breathes. “The kinds of thoughts that could put a girl on the naughty list if she went through with them.”

I tug her, and she craters against me as I wrap an arm around her, holding her in place. I kiss her neck. Lick her neck. Breathe in her decadent scent, filling my lungs and feeding the beast inside me.

“Tell me,” I rasp against her ear. She straddles my thigh, and I can feel her wet heat against my leg. Grinding. Needy. She wants this as much as I do. “Tell me what’s been circling in that gorgeous head.”

“I-I’ve been,” she sighs, shoving her face into the crook of my neck as she wraps her arms around me.

I slide my hands down her back, cupping her ass as she continues grinding against me. “That’s it, Kate. Use me.”

She whimpers and I slip my hands beneath her sweater, finally feeling her tits. Fucking perfection. Soft and heavy in my hands, perfect globes that I need in my mouth.

“Cole,” she moans, still grinding. “Your cock.”

“What about my cock? Wondering what it would feel like filling you up?”

“Yes,” she moans, rocking against me. “Ever since last night.”

“Last night?”

“Mhmm,” she whimpers, nails digging into my back as she makes my leg slick with her arousal. “I heard you. I saw you. And when you kissed me goodnight, I nearly came.”

I let out a harsh, raspy breath. And then an animalistic noise I’ve never made rattles in my chest as I thrust a hand through her hair and pull. No wonder my girl’s so needy. So hungry for me. She’s been on edge for damn near an entire day. But so have I. My balls are so heavy. So damn tight and full from saving it for my girl.

“I’ll have to relieve you then. Make sure you come. And then again for good measure before I explode inside of you. Would you like that?”

She nods, whimpering as I kiss her silky neck.

“Use your words, Kate. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” he rasps, “I need that. Want that.”

I palm her tit, massaging her as I caress her neck with my tongue.

“What do you want?” I ask, baring my teeth against her skin before kissing her.

“You,” she whispers, resuming her rhythmic grinding. “Inside me. Fucking me. I want you to make me yours.”

The lights in my head are blinding. Flashing. Like fireworks in the night sky as my world collapses around me and then violently expands outward.

“Say it again,” I growl, wrapping an arm around her and picking her up.

“Make me yours,” she moans into my ear as she slots her legs against my waist.

I spin around with her wrapped around me, her hands and ankles locked behind my back

“I can do that,” I rasp. “I will do that. But I need you to understand something, Kate.” I set her down on her back and she crawls backward a few inches, eyes on mine as they lazily trace the length of her body. She might be wearing my clothes, but I can see every delicious inch of her. The difficult part is deciding what I want to taste first. “This isn’t a one-time thing. This is forever. I want you, Kate. There’s never been anyone else. There will never be anyone else. I want you and if you don’t…” I swallow hard, dragging my palms across her thighs as I stare at the small swath of her belly exposed under her sweater. “If you don’t want me like that, I need to know now.”

She stares at me and I think my heart’s about to shatter. I’ve never given an ultimatum. Never been with anyone I’ve felt this way before. But I need to know before I’m in too deep.

Then again, it’s too late for that. Kate’s bone-deep. Marrow deep. There’s nothing that could remove her from my being save death. But even then, I’m sure our souls would find their way back to each other. She was made for me. And I was made for her. Fate. Plain and simple.

Kate smiles. A trembling, shaky smile until finally, it settles. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I’m on her before I have a chance to think. One hand beneath her sweater, the other around her throat, her jaw, her cheek, and then the nape of her neck. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I need a dozen more to touch her how I want as I straddle her, collapsing onto her lips with mine like a predator on its prey.

“Fucking delicious,” I rasp, my lips brushing against hers as I finally taste heaven.

She attempts a response but I collect it in my mouth as my lips crash against hers, tongue swirling as she moans. I kiss her until I can’t feel my lips. Until her taste is forever trapped in my mouth. I kiss her until I can’t take it anymore and I slide off her, grabbing her pants and ripping them off in a single flourish.

“What the hell was that?” Kate asks, breathless and panting as she props herself up on her elbows, hair wild.

“A kiss,” I say, before pressing my lips against her bare thigh.

She lets out a puff of air. “I’ve never been kissed like that be— oh.”

Kate shudders as I palm her knees and spread her wider, kissing her inner thigh as I move closer to her center. “Not up to your usual standards?”

She snorts. “Shattered them.”

I smile against her legs, glancing at her wet, hot arousal inches from my lips. My mouth waters. Cock twitches. I’ve been waiting for this. Craving it. And now I’m going to claim it for myself.

“Now I’m going to kiss your pretty little pussy. Take your slick folds into my mouth. Cover my tongue with you.” My eyes lock on to hers. “Make you come on my lips.”

“I-Is that all?”

I smile. “Not enough for my girl?”

“More than enough. I think that kiss was more than I could ask for.”

“Then you need to get used to asking for more. Whatever you want. It’s yours.”

I stare at that damp spot in her panties. “But right now. This is mine.” I reposition myself on my stomach, sliding her legs over my shoulders as I close the gap.

She sighs as my nose brushes against her wetness. She groans, fingers finding my hair as I breathe her in, lips brushing against her. “You’re already soaked,” I rasp, dragging my flat tongue against her seam, tasting the arousal seeping through her panties. “Do you want me to kiss you here?

“Yes,” she moans, gripping me tighter as her heels dig into my back.

“Kiss your pussy the way I kissed your lips?”

“Mhmm,” she squeaks as I slip my thumb beneath her panties and brush her throbbing clit.

“Then tell me,” I rasp, kissing her thigh.

“Kiss me. Kiss me there,” she pleads as she begins bucking against my thumb. “Please, Cole just— ughnn. ” She moans as I tug her panties aside and encircle her clit with my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Moaning as I taste perfection.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

I keep stroking her needy little nub as I palm her breast. Every noise and movement no matter how faint urges me on, devouring her like she’s my last meal. Her panties slide back in place and then I tear them off her body, tossing them aside before diving back in.

“Cole,” she screams, heels digging into me as she curls her body against my head. “It’s too… it’s too.”

“You can take it,” I rasp against her folds. So damn soft and hot and wet. Throbbing for more. Needing more. I slide my hand off her waist and press a finger against her opening, pushing as she shudders against me.

“Yes,” she moans.

“You want this finger inside you?”

“Yes,” she repeats. “Inside. Please.”

She doesn’t even need to speak. I know what my girl needs because it’s what I need. I need her to come. I need her to unravel. I need to shatter her world because she’s shattered mine.

“That’s it, baby. Use my mouth,” I rasp as she bucks against me.

My tongue and mouth sounds sloppy against her, licking and sucking as I finally push my finger inside her.

“You’re so tight,” I moan, curling my finger as she shudders again.

“I’m com?—”

I can feel her muscles clamping down as her legs clench against my head and her fingers urge me to keep going. No need for encouragement. This taste is encouraging enough. Every noise she makes. And when I finally feel her come, hear her come, and then see her come, it’s all I need.

“Good girl,” I rasp, sliding off her after a few more kisses.

“Your mouth needs to come with a warning label.”

I pull my shirt over my head and then slide off my pants.

“I stand corrected.” She traces a circle in the air in front of her. “Everything about you needs to come with a warning label. Stay back. Orgasm inevitable.”

I smile. “That was a warm-up. A prelude to the main event.”

“Consider me warmed up,” she says, sighing.

I palm my cock through my underwear as I stare at my girl. “You’re gorgeous, Kate. A damn miracle. I swear every time I look at you I’m hallucinating. There’s no way a girl as beautiful as you exists.”

She swallows, staring at me silently for a few more seconds before she says, “See? Warning label.”

I smile. “Take off your sweater, Kate. I need to see your luscious tits.”

And without hesitation she sits up, pulling her sweater off. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that. Now cup them. Hold those heavy tits in your hands.”

Kate grabs her breasts, cradling them in her palms as I stroke my cock. The sight of her is damn near enough to burst, but I’m not wasting a drop. It’s going inside my girl. Deep. Penetrating. Every single ounce of me.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “That’s my good girl.”

“I thought I was your naughty little elf.”

I swallow hard. “Is that what you want?”

She smiles softly, nodding.

“Okay,” I rasp. “Lie down on my lap.”

I climb onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Crawl to me.”

She does. Slowly. And I can’t take my eyes off of her as I palm my cock, kneading it.

“On my lap,” I growl when she pauses in front of me.

She doesn’t move. She brings her bottom lip into her mouth. She’s thinking about something.

“What is it?”

“C-Could you wear the hat?”

My eyes narrow. “Santa hat?” I breathe.

She nods, and that’s all I need.

What my girl wants, my girl gets. I storm through the cabin and snatch the cap from the living room. I slide back onto the bed and my girl’s smiling at me. Beaming. And when she settles on my lap, I’m in heaven staring at her perfect heart-shaped ass sticking up in the air.

I run my hand along it and she moans. “You’ve been naughty this year, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans. “I’ve been thinking bad thoughts about you.”

I test her ass, slapping her softly once. And then again until I get the response I want.

“What kind of thoughts?”

“I’ve been thinking about your cock.” She whispers.

“What about it?” I press my thumb against her slit, stroking her as she writhes against me.

“The size of it. How it would feel in my mouth.”

I groan as my cock lurches, pressing into her belly as I keep stroking her, spreading her juices across her seam and then upward.

“Oh,” she moans when I touch her tight asshole.

“Santa’s cock isn’t a candy cane. It won’t fit in that mouth so easily.”

“But it will taste better. And it will fit other places better too.”

I swallow. “Do you want to sit on it? Be a good little elf for me?”

“Mhmm,” she moans. “But that would put me on the naughty list, right?”

“That’s the only list that matters,” I growl, finally losing it.

Kate rolls off me as I push her softly away and then slide off my underwear.

“I’m going to fuck that tight hole now. Do you want to feel me inside you?”

She nods. “Yes. More than anything.” She swallows. “I’m on the pill.”

Not for long. I’m locking this girl down. Making sure no man can lay claim to her. Never thought about starting a family but Kate’s changed everything I thought I knew about myself. Or more aptly, uncovered parts of me I never knew existed.

Kate slides onto her back and I nudge her legs wider, slipping between them as I stroke my cock. She watches me. Bites her bottom lip and then stares at me. “I’m not sure it will fit.”

“It will fit, sweet girl. You were made for me.”

She smiles, easing off her elbows and onto her back.

I guide my cock to her entrance, rubbing her wetness against my tip as she whimpers. Soft and pleading. Gorgeous.

She latches her hands onto my abs as I keep working her gently. She wasn’t wrong. It’s going to be a tight fit, but we’ll make it work. I’ll take it slow because the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “You’re doing so well.” The tip is lodged in her entrance, resisting me every step of the way but it feels so good to have her pussy clamped around me. I’m not inside her or close to it, but I could come like this.

“I-I’ve never done this. Is it supposed to… Is it usually like this?”

“Never done this?” I repeat her words because I can hardly believe I heard her correctly. There’s no way my girl’s a virgin. No way she’s… but she nods.

“Never,” she says.

“Jesus.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” I reach for her face, stroking her cheek as I lean forward.

She gasps as I slide an inch inside her. “Oh my god,” she moans.

“Just breathe, sweet girl. Remember to breathe and I’ll take care of the rest.”

This changes things. Need to take it even slower. Need to make sure she’s okay.

“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling back gently and then pressing back in.

She nods. “Yes. Fine.”

“Good,” I whisper, stroking her cheek before pushing again.

Slow and steady. Back and forth. I keep going, urged on by every whimper and moan and reassurance from Kate that she’s okay. She’s not hurting. And finally, we find a rhythm. I’m halfway inside her and it’s more than enough for now.

“Just like that,” she moans as I thumb her clit, stroking her as I hasten my pace.

“How do you feel?” I ask, fixing my hands to her waist.

“Full… it’s like nothing I’ve felt before.”

I don’t want to tell her that I’m barely halfway in. It doesn’t matter. My girl feels like heaven.

“Do you want more?”

“More? You mean… oh…”

I push deeper, hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her shudder as I feel her clench against me. “You’re so tight. So perfect, Kate. Do you feel this?” Thump, thump, thump. “My balls are heavy. So high and tight and full because of you.”

She moans, grabbing her tits and it damn near sends me over the edge.

“Everything you do. Everything you say. Every second I’m with you I’ve been thinking of this moment. Fucking this pussy.” In and out. Harder. Faster. “Making it mine.”

Each thrust forces a guttural sound from her chest. She grabs my arms as I force my fists into the mattress on either side of her. I’m losing control. Fuck that. It’s already gone. Shattered like my world the moment Kate slammed into it.

“You feel full now but just wait,” I rasp, collapsing on top of her and shoving my face into her neck. I breathe her in. Again and again as I keep thrusting. Her moans, pleas, and whimpers become urgent. She’s close. And so am I. “Wait until I come. Wait until I unleash every drop I’ve saved for you. Wait…”

Her nails dig into my back and I feel her clench around me. She screams my name. Curses renting the air as I feel her come. And I come too. I can’t hold it back anymore as my orgasm slams through me like a freight train.

“Good girl,” I rasp. “Taking my cock. Taking my come.”

I feel the aftershocks for minutes. It takes me even longer to recover, but I know the truth—I’ll never recover from this. My diagnosis is terminal. I’m in love with Kate, and there’s no going back.