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  Stocking Stuffer: Santa’s Bag

  Alexis Fleming

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  Copyright ©2006 Alexis Fleming

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  Chapter One

  “What do you say, Jake? Wanna fool around in Santa’s Grotto?”

  The muscles in Jake’s gut clenched. His cock grew hard and his balls tightened with need. She barely came up to his shoulder, but what she lost in stature she made up for in pure sizzle. Sex on legs… and she’d been teasing the hell out of him for the last two weeks.

  He glanced over at the little house in the central court of the mall. Santa’s Grotto. A little gingerbread house of bright colors and intricate details. Santa’s domain. His domain. It was the only place he’d been able to escape to over the last two weeks. Problem was, the kids knew where he was and knocked on the door anyway.

  Then he had to haul ass, seat himself in the massive throne in front of the door and let some snotty-nosed kid climb all over him and tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas. If he had one more kid pee on his lap, he was outta here.

  Thank God it was almost over. If his best mate’s wife hadn’t gone into labor unexpectedly, he wouldn’t have been in this predicament, but he couldn’t let his friend down. One more day and he could forget about Christmas for another year. Bah, humbug! It was a lot of bullshit anyway.

  As for his little pixie’s suggestion… Elf, you fool, Elf.

  Whatever! He wasn’t about to look a gift horse -- er, Elf -- in the mouth. He might do other things with that sassy mouth, but ignore it? Not freakin’ likely.

  He swung her up in his arms, his red Santa bag caught under her thighs. “Sounds like a plan. Whatever idiot locked us in could have done us a favor. We’re stuck here until the security guards do their rounds, so why waste the time?”

  He ducked to enter the Grotto, managing not to bang Belle’s head on the doorframe. Once inside, he lowered her to the carpeted floor. Grabbing the red hat from his head, he tossed it into the corner. The fluffy white beard followed. “Now, much as I like that Elf costume you’ve been teasing me with all week…”

  “It’s not a costume. It’s --”

  “It’s a lethal weapon, is what it is.” He shrugged out of his jacket. “That skirt is so short, every time you bent over you had me salivating. You have a delectable ass, Miss… I just realized, I don’t know your last name.”

  “Elves don’t have last names. Belle will have to do.”

  Jake laughed. “Hey, if you want to keep up the fantasy, who am I to stop you? But in the spirit of fantasies -- my fantasy -- when am I going to get you out of that sexy outfit?”

  She didn’t answer. Instead, she jerked the cord of his trousers and within seconds had slipped both them and his boxers down his legs. Jake bent to remove his black boots. When he straightened up again, Belle was naked except for the green Elf hat with the Christmas bell on the end. Bizarre, when taken with the purple wig she wore.

  As for the rest of her… Wow, baby. “Lady, for such a dot of a thing, you sure pack a wallop.”

  She shrugged. “Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m any less of a woman.”

  “Damn, you’re right there.” He ran his gaze over her body. From the purple curls framing her face down to her breasts and onto the purple-tinted triangle of her pubic hair. Talk about taking things too far, but who was he to complain? Truth be told, it was actually a bit of a turn-on.

  Jake’s body hummed with sexual tension. His gut tightened with need. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Enough talking, woman. I’m so damn horny. If I don’t fuck you soon, I think I’ll die on the spot.” He grinned. “Besides, who knows when the security guards will come around?”

  He dropped down onto the mound of oversized pillows littering the floor and held his arms wide. “Hey, babe, Santa’s hungry. You wouldn’t want to deprive him of his Christmas feast, would you?”

  “You ready to take the ride of your life, Jake?” At his rapid nod, she stepped back a couple of paces, a sexy grin tilting her lips. “Then look out, I’m coming.”

  “Not yet, baby, but you soon will be. I promise.”

  Chapter Two

  Belle launched herself across the space and into his arms, knocking him on his back. Heat sizzled along her veins as her bare breasts connected with his chest.

  “Ouch. What the hell was that?” Jake rubbed at the side of his head.

  “Oops, sorry.” She held up the snow globe she clutched in her hand.

  “You’ve been carrying that thing around for the last two weeks. Yeah, I know it’s pretty, but how about you don’t try to brain me with it? This head’s a little fragile.”

  Belle tucked the globe down among the cushions before slithering down Jake’s body. “How about this head? Is it fragile too?”

  Settling in between his thighs, she wrapped her hand around the base of his rigid cock. As she swirled her tongue over the bulbous head, a shudder racked his large body. She probed at the tiny opening and a groan ripped from his chest. “Is this what you want, Jake?”

  “Damn it, Belle, you’re going to --”

  Not giving him time to finish the sentence, she flicked the tip of her tongue along the ridge on the underside of his engorged cock. Jake jumped, his hips jerking upward. Belle took the opportunity to slide her mouth over his steely length. She knew this wasn’t strictly in the rule book, but she had a feeling the only way to reach Jake was through sex.

  “God, that feels so good,” Jake groaned, “but too much and I’m going to blow it.”

  “Isn’t that the idea?” She gave a last lick at the drop of pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock. “And I did so want to finish my feast.”

  Jake had never been so hungry for a woman. Rearing up, he grasped her by the arms and pulled her up his body. With a quick twist, he reversed their positions. Belle spread her legs, making a place for him between her thighs. He settled his weight over her, feeling like he’d come home.

  Fuck, where had that come from? He didn’t believe in permanence, not with a woman anyway. Given half a chance they’d screw you over six ways to Sunday. But just because he didn’t want the gold ring didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy women. And right now he was going to enjoy all this sexy little Elf was offering.

  “I’ve been so damn hard these last two weeks it’s a wonder one of those kids didn’t squeal about having to sit on a log.”

  Belle gurgled with laughter. “Talk about an ego. You should have been thinking about the Spirit of Christmas instead of your bodily functions.”

  He s
norted. “Spirit of Christmas? Hell, I don’t believe in that crap. Christmas is nothing more than a commercial exercise designed to separate a man from his hard-earned cash.”

  Jake didn’t want to discuss Christmas. He didn’t even want to think about it. Christmas was nothing but a series of memories left over from his childhood. One foster home after another had taught him families didn’t want an extra kid there at Christmas time. Christmas spirit? No such thing. It was just another day.

  “Enough talking,” he growled. “Now it’s time for my Christmas feast.”

  Chapter Three

  Belle moaned as Jake took her mouth in a shattering kiss, tongue thrusting in imitation of the final surrender. And, oh God, she wanted to surrender. She didn’t want sweet words or long drawn-out foreplay. Just his cock stretching her, filling her. Jake pounding away at her body until the tension was so great she’d come in a thundering roar.

  As if he’d read her thoughts, his hand closed over her breast, finger and thumb tweaking at the distended nipple with enough force to cause a moment of pain that morphed into hot pleasure. Heat streaked down to center between her thighs. Creamy dampness flooded her pussy.

  Hips lifted, she sought the final connection, but Jake held back. “Damn you, Jake, fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Patience, my little Elf. First I need to know you’re ready for me.”

  “I’m ready, I’m ready.” Belle panted out her response, heart pounding so hard she was surprised it didn’t crash through the wall of her chest.

  Jake lifted her right leg up and propped it on his shoulder. Now she was open to him and he wasted no time sliding his hand down to cup her pussy. Belle was almost sobbing with tension. She tried to raise her hips, but he applied pressure to keep her still.

  “Jaaakkee!” Damn it, did he have to take so long? She’d burst into flames before he got around to fucking her at this rate.

  “You like to talk dirty when you make love, sweet Belle?” He ran the tip of his finger along her cleft, making her jerk in reaction.

  “Fuck you, Jake. What do you want me to do? Beg?” She tried again to lift her hips.

  “No, no, my dear, fuck you.” He parted her swollen labia and plunged two fingers deep inside. “So wet. So tight. Hmm, nice.”

  Belle couldn’t believe how erotic it was to see him tasting the evidence of her uncontrolled desire. Her breath came so fast it was a wonder she didn’t hyperventilate and pass out. Heat flicked along every nerve pathway in her body, burning away any inhibitions she might have harbored. Now she just wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could.

  “If you don’t get on with it, I’ll make your cock wither up and drop off,” she growled. “Not fair to tease like this.”

  Her right leg still over his shoulder, Jake reached out and snagged up his Santa pants. The movement dragged his rigid cock along the length of her pussy. Belle tried to move so the head was positioned at her entrance, but Jake slid his hips to one side. Belle wanted to scream with frustration.

  “Uh-uh, my greedy little Elf,” he chuckled as he extracted his wallet from the back pocket of his pants. “First we need this.” He dug out a foil-wrapped package. “I may not be into happy-ever-after, but I do like to protect my ladies.”

  She slid her leg off his shoulder and half sat up, snatching the condom from his hand. “Let me.”

  “Be my guest.” He moved back a fraction, holding his cock by the base so she could slide the rubber sheath over it.

  Her hands trembled as she completed the task. Then she once again positioned him at the entrance to her pussy, raising her hips to force him to enter her. The tip slid inside, her own cream aiding the passage.

  Jake lifted both her legs over his shoulders. Belle should have been embarrassed to be so exposed to him, but she wasn’t. He’d been her fantasy for so long she was ready to agree to anything.

  “Damn it, Jake. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Tell me what you want, sweet Belle.”

  “I want your cock inside my cunt. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think of anything but you.” She tilted her hips and pushed, sliding him deeper.

  “Why didn’t you say so?” He surged forward, filling her in a rush.

  The breath gusted from Belle’s mouth. This was what she wanted. No finesse. No fancy words or declarations of love. Because although she may well love Jake, she knew she could never have more than this night.

  A burst of sensation skittered along Belle’s veins as Jake withdrew only to ram home again, as deep as he could go. She wanted to raise her hips to meet his thrusts, but in this position she was at his mercy. She did the next best thing, tightening her internal muscles around his hard cock, gratified when Jake threw his head back and let out a growl.

  He increased the pace of his movements. The breath rasped from her throat in little sobs. Her head thrashed on the pile of pillows beneath her. Tension gathered, tightening the muscles low in her stomach. Deep in her pussy, Belle felt the first of a series of little ripples of pleasure.

  Jake suddenly lowered one leg back to the pillows and thrust deep. Now the friction was where she needed it, rubbing against her throbbing clit. “Oh God, Jake. That feels so --”

  She lost the ability to think as Jake thrust hard and fast, bringing his hand up to rub at her aching clit. The climax rolled over her. Sensation consumed her. Spasms radiated outward and Belle knew Jake was as caught up in the moment as she was when he cried out and pumped his hips one last time.

  Belle’s thigh muscles quivered as she lowered her leg and sprawled on the pillows. The breath rasped in her throat as she struggled to even out her breathing.

  “Hell, I’m sorry, Belle. I’m not normally so… so…”

  “Forceful?” She chuckled. “That was fantastic. You have nothing to apologize for.”

  “I’ll make up for it next time, I promise.” He tweaked at the curls brushing against the side of her face. “Isn’t it time you took off this ridiculous Elf hat and purple wig so I can see the real you?”

  He tucked the hair behind her ear and Belle knew the moment was upon her. She didn’t have to wait long for his reaction.

  “What the fuck --”

  Chapter Four

  Jake stared. The little green Elf hat had slipped to one side. Now that he’d pushed her hair back, one ear was exposed. His eyes widened as he brushed the curls back behind her other ear.

  “Holy shit.” Both ears were pointed. Not just arched at the top like some people he’d seen. No, these were definitely shaped like… Elf ears? No freaking way.

  Snagging a lock of hair, he tugged. Belle winced. Sooo… not a wig. He should have woken up when he saw the purple pubic hair. No one goes to that type of trouble for a job. If the hair was real and the ears were not the result of cosmetic surgery, what the fuck was she?

  “I tried to tell you, Jake.”

  He snorted. “Just what the hell are you?” She made a move to pull away from him, but he wasn’t ready to let her go. “You want to fill me in?”

  “I’m an Elf.”

  “Bullshit.” He burst out laughing. “You expect me to believe that? No such thing as Elves.”

  “Like there’s no such thing as the Spirit of Christmas?”

  This time she managed to scoot out a little from the cage formed by his torso and braced arms. She propped herself up on one elbow and used her free hand to rummage through the pillows until she came up with the little snow globe.

  “And what the hell do you need that for?” He motioned to the globe.

  Jake knew he was being an asshole, but couldn’t seem to help himself. He didn’t even know why he was so angry with Belle. Or maybe he was just angry with himself. He’d felt a real connection with this woman, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Now it looked like he’d hooked himself up with a kook. A crazy woman who thought she was an Elf.

  “Jake, calm down. There’s nothing to be upset about.” Belle reached up a hand to caress
the side of his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t prepare you more, but we need the snow globe for the journey.”

  A shudder ran through him, fire following in its wake. He tried to ignore it. It was nothing but sex anyway. The scent of their lovemaking curled about him, wreathing him in renewed sensation. Testosterone rose and zapped through his bloodstream, tightening his erection where he nestled against her. Ah, shit, he still wanted her, even when he knew she was as crazy as a loon.

  He raked the anger up again. It was at least a defense against her potent brand of allure. “That’s insane. There’s no such thing as Elves or the Spirit of Christmas. As for journeys, I thought we just took part in one. Lady, that’s the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.”

  “You want a journey? Baby, you’re about to get one.” She held the snow globe in front of his eyes. “I’ve been sent here to take you on a trip through Christmas Past to Christmas Present, and on to Christmas Future.” She snaked one arm up and around his neck. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. Sex is all you value in your life. Your Spirit of Christmas is all bound up in who you’re screwing each Christmas Eve. If you don’t change your ways, you’ll end up a lonely bitter man.” Holding him tight, she shook the snow globe.

  He found himself unable to take his gaze off the swirling bits of white enclosed in the little plastic bubble. He felt as if he’d disappeared inside the globe. The Santa Grotto vanished beneath a swirl of mist and a whooshing gust of frigid air.

  Jake’s world tilted and dizziness overwhelmed him. Then a burst of heat crashed over him, rushing through his body until it coalesced into a raging inferno in his cock. Which right now was rock-hard, sheathed in rubber, and buried in the tightest ass he’d come across in a long time.

  “What the fucking hell?”

  A woman was on her hands and knees in front of him, wearing nothing more than a black suspender belt and lace-top stockings. Her hips were anchored in his hands and he was pounding the hell out of her sweet asshole. Christ, he’d had fantasies before, but this was friggin’ weird.