Jingle Bell: Rock Part 13

"Do you want me, Valerie?"

A little cry escaped her throat and she licked her lips.

"Does it excite you that this stranger who walked in here tonight-this basic workman, nothing like the fancy big shots you probably usually date-is going to give it to you good?"

Valerie stared. She managed a little nod of her head, despite the fact that his fist was now gripping her hair tight.

"You weren't just leading me on, were you, baby?" Earl chose right then to slide his hand lower and caress her a.s.s-all of it in one hand-right in the center. He pulled her tight against him.

"You just loved teasing me like that, didn't you? Bending over so I'd get a peek at those sweet little p.u.s.s.y lips."

She blinked.

"Did you think I wouldn't do anything about it? Did you think I could live without having you after that? Did you think I could just walk out of here without getting my c.o.c.k inside you?"

She shook her head, her eyes wide with what he thought was a combination of amus.e.m.e.nt and surprise. This was too good, so good that he was in imminent danger of shooting inside his d.i.c.kie's.

He grabbed the velvet hem of that little dress.

"You know that dresses like this were meant to be taken off nice and slow, Ms. Matthews."

She gulped as he slid it over her hips to her waist. This was going so well, he decided to up the ante.

Earl slid his fingers over the silky curve of bare hip, over the top of her thigh, along the outer edge of her p.u.s.s.y.

"And naughty women who take off their underwear should get exactly what they want. So why don't you tell me what you want, Ms. Matthews."

He gently pushed one thick finger in between the lips of her s.e.x, sliding it inside her. She was slick and soft and hotter than any furnace he'd ever had the pleasure to repair.

"Why don't you tell Mr. Earl what you want for Christmas?"

She whispered something. It was faint-and she'd swallowed the words in a frantic gulp of air when his finger penetrated her-so he couldn't understand her.

He lowered his lips to hers. He covered her open mouth while pushing a second finger into her, meeting her moan with his own. She was nice and tight. And oh, he loved it that she couldn't even gasp properly because her mouth was full of his tongue.

Earl ended the kiss. He smiled down at her. Valerie's eyes were closed and he felt her body tensing in his arms. Her p.u.s.s.y was gripping hard. Her breath was shallow and fast.

"Tell me." He heard his voice come out rougher than he intended, but he was so aroused that he couldn't stop himself. He pulled his fingers all the way out of her, then played gently with her hard little c.l.i.t She began to break apart in his arms.

Her eyes flashed open, her gaze sharp on his yet miles away. He knew exactly what that meant.

"Tell me what you want!" Earl's fingers pumped and stroked and flicked.

"I want you!" she screamed. "All of you!"

"What's my name?" His fingers were flying.

"Earl! Earl! Oh G.o.d, Earl!"

Boy, did he love hearing that.

Chapter Seven.

As her body and her soul hung on the edge, suspended in the timelessness just before o.r.g.a.s.m, it dawned on Valerie that this man was a stranger-that the blue eyes boring into hers were those of a complete stranger.

And she blew.

The climax had a pulse and a drum rougher and harder than anything she could recall. There was simply not enough oxygen in the room, or in the universe. The walls were caving in. The sweat sliding down her spine brought pinp.r.i.c.ks of agonizing pleasure.

And the tide just kept going, even as she felt his repairman fingers pull out of her body. Even as she felt his hands grip the low drape of velvet at the neckline of her dress. Even as she heard the rrrip! of fabric and sensed the warm air hit her damp skin.

She was in a state of awe, reverberating with aftershocks of delight, as she stood before this s.e.xy stranger in nothing but her sheer black thigh-highs, heels, and tattered velvet Astonished, she looked down at her belly, and watched a single teardrop of sweat take the long slow crawl to her navel, where it pooled.

Her legs began to shake when Earl dropped to his knees before her to flick the very tip of his tongue into her belly b.u.t.ton, to drink from her, to slurp her little indentation dry.

"Oh, Gawd!"Aparently, Earl wasn't satisfied with just a single drop of her liquid, because he'd moved his lips and tongue lower, and was now feeding at the top of her mound, his hands simultaneously ripping open his work shirt, throwing it off his torso, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants.

The scene was surreal. She felt strangely disconnected, yet intensely excited. She looked straight down into his angel eyes, watching his mouth spread into a smile as his tongue sought out the match head of her being, and her thighs began to tremble. Valerie had to hold on to his head to stay standing.

She grabbed that gorgeous head of hair as if it were a lifeline.

"Oh, Earl!"

He kept smiling, kept flicking at her with that wicked tongue, and the sight of his wet mouth covering her dark curls was too much for her. Too much.

She started to fall.

And Earl caught her.

He collapsed with her onto the soft green sofa and struggled out of his pants and shoes with her sprawled across his lap.

Then she felt his muscular arms around her back, his hands moving across her skin as if memorizing every inch of her, taking inventory of the unknown woman now blissfully lolling on top of him.

From behind her disheveled hair, Valerie could just make out his expression. He seemed as if he was in a trance. Mouth loose. Eyes unfocused. She suddenly felt his hand grip her wrist.

"Feel this, Ms. Matthews," Earl said.

He guided her hand down to his c.o.c.k. She gasped. He was long and startlingly thick. She noted with curiosity that he didn't feel perfectly cylindrical in her grip-how unusual. How stimulating. She looked down to where he pressed her hand.

The head of his p.e.n.i.s was broad and plump and leaking a stream of clear fluid. She rubbed the pad of her thumb in a slow circle around it, smearing the slick liquid all over him, as his fingers stroked the inside of her wrist.

"Extra, extra-large," she whispered.

"Furnace repairmen don't lie," he said.

"HVAC technicians, you mean."

"Whatever the h.e.l.l I am."

She started to giggle, but abruptly stopped when she felt his other hand press down on the back of her head. She knew exactly what that meant, and a flash of antic.i.p.ation raced through her bloodstream.

"Earl?"

"Hold still. Do not move."

He leaned forward, and she heard him grabbing his work pants. What could he possibly be doing?

Then she saw a flash of bright red, and felt him take her hand from his p.e.n.i.s. He pulled it around to her back, and brought her other arm around to meet it. In just seconds, he'd tied her wrists together with what was obviously her thong.

"Put your mouth on me, Ms. Matthews."

"But-"

"Please put your mouth on me. You know you want to."

The words were dark and powerful. They excited her. How helpless she felt, especially when his hands returned to her head and began to push her down again.

He was right. There was no point in denying it; she wanted to do exactly that. Her tongue was on fire with the need to taste him. Her lips felt swollen with the promise of sucking him.

But Earl shouldn't get his way so soon! Where was the fun in that?

"No," she said, pushing back against him, struggling to get away from his grasp.

Earl's laugh was loud and wicked. Then he pushed harder.

"Did you just say no to me?"

"Yes."

"See? You've already changed your mind."

Why bother trying to fight him? He was so strong, so much bigger than her. Not that this was a bad thing...

And as her mouth descended, a shiver ran through her entire being. Once again, she reminded herself that she didn't know Earl from Adam. Yes, she liked him. Yes, she felt comfortable with him. But he was just the furnace repairman, a stranger.

And then he was inside her mouth.

Oh, she was so bad, but she couldn't help it! All she wanted was to get one hand free so she could touch herself between her legs in the way she so desperately needed. She began to wiggle her b.u.t.t around in the air.

"h.e.l.l yes, Ms. Matthews." Earl's hands eased up on the pressure. He began to stroke her hair, and she felt his fingers ma.s.sage her scalp, slow and easy. Valerie found herself moving her hips at the same pace.

Earl tasted smooth. The shape of him felt exotic and new cradled on her tongue. And as she pushed down, allowing more and more of him into her throat, her nose made contact with the springy hairs at the base of his s.e.x. And he smelled clean and male and aroused.

"You're so good at this, baby. Has anyone ever told you how good you are?" One of his hands took long strokes through her hair, combing through it to the ends. She mimicked those long, slow movements with the bob of her mouth. Then she felt his other hand tug at the thong around her wrists.

"I've always remembered you, Ms. Matthews. I always wondered how wild you were."

His words were hoa.r.s.e and soft and they surprised her so much she stopped, raising her eyes to his.

"From the night I first saw you-at that party." He licked his lips. "I watched you all night. How you moved. How you smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

She wanted to say something but his hands guided her mouth back to him.

"I wanted you to be mine. From that night on."

Valerie felt his fingers spread over her bottom, reach around, and enter her from behind. At that instant, she knew she would do anything Earl asked.

"You like this, don't you, sweetheart?"

It was hard to talk with her mouth full, so she just let loose with a moan of appreciation. She looked up to see Earl's mischievous smile. His blue eyes glittered.

"Are you all mine, Valerie?"

Earl removed his hand from her p.u.s.s.y and brought it to her face. He slid his fingers down her cheek to her mouth, using an index finger to trace the outline of her swollen lips several times before he pushed it between her teeth.

As if she had no will of her own, Valerie began to lick and suck at his finger, tasting herself.

He abruptly removed it, and laid his hand gently at her throat.

"Answer me."

She swallowed hard, feeling his hand move as her throat constricted. He had control of her. He owned her. She knew this as deeply and perfectly as she'd ever known anything in her life.

"All yours." The words came out very faint.

"And what do you want for Christmas?"

"Your c.o.c.k."

Earl grinned. "Now?"

"Now!"

And as she felt herself being untied, picked up under the arms, and carried through s.p.a.ce until she was deposited on her back before the hearth, the only image that raced through her mind was how this situation would look to a third party-her naked white skin against the red Aubusson carpet, Earl's golden-brown body lowering itself upon her-and what a wanton woman she would appear to be.

She was giving herself to a stranger-a stranger who apparently liked to tie her up! A stranger who talked dirty to her! Did she have no shame?

And as Earl lifted her legs, pulled her knees apart and pushed into her, the procession of fantasy lovers who had been there before raced through her mind. Each one of them so special to her. Each one of them a kind rescuer and a wonderful lover-the lifeguard, the cop, the fireman, the doctor, the Navy SEAL, the bodyguard.

Valerie came like a crazy woman.