Malcolm

I WAIT FOR HER REPLY.  Truth is, I wait for every reply.  Sitting here in the California sun, I should be thankful to be away from the New York cold, but I’m not.  For the first time in my life, I miss the thought of New York at Christmas.  I can’t wait to get back and take whatever this is between us to the next level.

What the hell is happening to me?  My image will be ruined.

When my phone dings with her reply, my dick hardens.

Penny:  I like it.  Probably more than I should.

Me:  That’s my girl.

‘My girl.’

That’s the first time I’ve used that phrase with her, but it feels perfect. And so odd.  This whole thing with Penny has me a bit off my game, but for the first time in my life I’m throwing logic aside and letting something other than my brain call the shots.

Penny:  I like that.

My hand fists the base of my cock, trying to hold off the eruption of cum threatening to explode all over my desk.  I’m sitting in the massive suite that I’m settled into here in L.A. for the next four days, and all I can think about is her.

I daydream about her getting dressed in that sexy as fuck costume after I’ve pounded into her for a couple hours.  I think of her walking around that Christmas Village, my cum dripping out of her cunt and soaking those striped tights she wears.

Yep, it’s sick, I know it.

But it’s got me so fucking hot and hard, one more movement of my hand and I’m done.

Texting with one hand isn’t easy, but over the last few days, I’ve become quite adept.  I can’t seem to hold back my newly awakened dick whenever I text or talk on the phone with her. 

A few second later, her message pops up.  Her smiling face, her fingers under her chin and her ice-blue eyes sparkle like the tree in Rockefeller center.

That’s all it takes.  My body shudders as my climax erupts.  Jets of cum spray out of my dick, dripping down my shaft and over my knuckles.  White light takes my vision as I spasm in pure bliss at the sight of her face.

When I recover, just for a split second, I wonder what the fuck is going to happen to me when I get an actual taste of her...  If this is the effect she has on me by just sending an innocent snap of her face, what the hell is going to happen when I get her under me?

When.

Not if.

That ship has sailed.  Along with whoever Malcolm Knight was just a few days ago.

TWO DAYS LATER, MY meetings with the bank and some key investors are going well.  Our expansion is on track to push Knight & Knight into some key territories in Europe.  But for the first time in my life, the company and the bottom line are not at the forefront of my mind.

Penny is taking over my every thought.  Our text conversations have grown warmer.  Our phone conversations have lasted long into the night.  And last night, things took a turn.

As her voice grew sleepy, my thoughts of her laying in bed raged inside me.  Before I could stop myself, I was telling her all the things I wanted to do to her.  Well, not all of them, because some of my thoughts are depraved and I don’t want to scare her off.

I started by telling her how my tongue would trace down her neck.  Then how I imagined the flavor of each nipple.  How they would harden as I sucked on them each in turn.

I told her to get under the covers naked, to put her hand between her legs, to take her finger and find her clit.  To circle it, pretending her finger was my tongue.

It went on from there until I heard the sweetest sound in the world.  The sound of her unbridled pleasure.

Fuck.

I came in my pants harder than I’ve ever come before.

Just from the sound.

Then, because I had to know for sure, the conversation turned.  The possessive parts of me, the animal parts, wouldn’t be satisfied unless I found out.  Thoughts of anyone else touching her—ever touching her—were driving me crazy.  I asked if her pussy was bare.  She told me it was, and I nearly lost it thinking she’d done that to please someone before me.

My further questions revealed my innermost desires. Not only had she shaved herself only because she liked how it felt, she also told me no one had ever touched her before.  No one.

Ever.

Before.

She is truly mine and no one else’s.  I will be the only one to ever have her, even if she doesn’t know it yet.  That little Christmas cunt will be branded with my cum.

I’m too old for her.

The thought pounds in my head. But it only heightens my desire for her sweetness.  Her innocence. The way she sees the world so differently. The years haven’t jaded her like most of the women I’ve known.

Now today, sitting in meetings with suits and ties, my dick is throbbing like a trapped nerve.  My thoughts alternate between all the sweet things I want to say to her and all the filthy dirty things I want to do to her. 

After a business dinner where I was texting her under the table the entire time, I can’t wait to get back to my hotel room and get her on the phone.  Her voice fills my head even while I sleep.  The image of her hand playing in her sopping wet cunt torments me at every turn.

Back in my hotel room, I read through some emails, barely able to concentrate.  The final approval for the changes in the holiday spending for next year has come through.  The projected savings to the company by eliminating the Christmas Village are even higher than I anticipated.  The finance people are thrilled.

But a wash of ambivalence cascades over me.  I dial Penny and when I hear that sweet hello, suddenly all is right with the world again.

“How’s my girl?”

“Good. Tired.”  Her voice is softer than usual.

“What’s wrong?  Did you eat?  You said the food they’ve been bringing in is good.  Has something changed?”  If the catering company isn’t working out, I’ll hire another.

“Oh, the food is great.  And yes, I ate.”  Her soft giggle reminds me that she’s getting used to me asking about her eating.  “Just a long day.  Lots of long days.”

“Well, you are off tomorrow.  I want you to rest. Take a long bath.  Play the piano... read... whatever else you’d like to do.”

“Can’t.”  I hear the shrug.  “I took extra shifts. They are short a few elves in the village.  Seems some can’t take the pressure, and as Christmas gets closer they are dropping like flies.”

I grumble.  “You need a day off.” 

“Christmas is just three days away.  I’ll be okay.  I’ll push through.  I love it still, don’t get me wrong, it’s just been a long day like I said.”

I pause and listen to her breath on the phone.

“Hey. I want you to do something for me.”

“Sure.  What?”

“I want you to play the piano for me while I listen.”

Silence.

“Penny?”

“Yeah, I’m not—”

“Play for me.”  I’m surprised myself by how much I want this.  “Pretend you are alone and play.  I want so badly to hear you play.”

Another long pause and my heart is hitting my ribs as I wait for her answer. It’s like that first kiss, waiting to feel if she was going to kiss me back. There is something incredibly intimate about her music and it would be a gift to my heart to hear her play for me.

“Okay,” she says softly.

I relax back onto my bed and wait.  The music that follows hardens my cock and softens my heart.  She’s playing Bach with such emotion and precision that I’m swept away by the intensity.

Before I realize it, I’m lost in the fantasy of having her under me.  My cock in my hand, I’m jerking off again as I think about sliding into her wet silk, her taste still on my tongue from the orgasms I’ve given her before rutting into her like a beast from behind.  Her cries of pleasure tangle into the notes coming through my phone until I’m grunting out my release as the final notes play and her voice comes back through.

“There.”  She’s slightly winded and I can tell how much of herself she puts into her art.

“I’m speechless.  That was beyond perfection.”

“Thanks.”  I hear the twinge of embarrassment in her voice.  “I’m surprised I could even play for you. Even though you’re not here, it’s still as close as I’ve come to playing for an audience.  No one outside of my parents and a few teachers over the years.  Anyone else...when I try to play, I go completely blank. Freeze up.”

“I’m beyond honored, Penny.  You have no idea.”  I push the phone to my ear and hold it there with my shoulder as I stand.  “Tell me about your parents.  Why did they leave you for the holidays?”  I ask as I walk to the bathroom and retrieve a towel to clean up my release.

“Oh, we haven’t celebrated Christmas for years.  Not since I was like ten.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No.  My mom hates Christmas.  Says it’s frivolous. She tolerated it when I was a kid, but when I turned ten, she told me Santa wasn’t real and Christmas was a waste of time and money.  Which didn’t make sense, since she’s the queen of shopping. She has a closet bigger than some people’s houses.  My dad is sweet, but he sort of does whatever my mother wants.  He’s not all that healthy now, so they are in Switzerland for some of his treatments.  But, whatever, so them going away is no big deal.  I’m used to it. What about you?  You celebrate with your family?”

The cheer in her voice sounds forced and I’m sure it’s more than being tired.  I know how much she loves Christmas, I’ve seen it and she’s told me as much, and to know she hasn’t celebrated it for so long drives a knife into my heart.

“Oh, I usually work.  Retail, you know, it never stops. Then, I have a traditional party I go to on Christmas day. That’s about it.  My mom loved Christmas.  My dad, well, he worked most of the time, like me.  But, I have fond memories from my childhood.  My mother didn’t make it about the gifts, but about giving in other ways.  She was an amazing woman.”

“Was?  She’s passed?”

I pause. The tightness in my throat surprising me even after a year.  “Yes,”  I manage.  Until this moment, I hadn’t realized how much I would like to have those Christmases back.  The ones with Mom, how she made me feel something other than the driving force to succeed.

“What do you want for Christmas?”  Her sweet voice spins the melancholy away, leaving in its place this raw desire to consume her.  Not just sexually either, but to possess her in every way.  To care for her. To make sure she is tucked into bed, safe every night from now until forever.

“I want you, Penny.”  The words tumble from me in a lusty burst.  I wait for her reaction, praying I’ve not gone too far.

After a pause, I hear a laugh.  Not of amusement, but of warmth.  “I want you, too.”

“I’ll be back in thirty-six hours.  Christmas Eve.  We’re spending it together.  That’s all I want.”

With that, our conversation tumbles on through the night.

“You know what else I want?”  Her voice softens.

“Anything, my little angel, just say the word.”

“Tell me how else you’d like to touch me.”  The lust in her voice drives me nearly mad, and I don’t need any more encouragement.

My own hand drops to the front of my trousers, easing the throbbing hard-on she’s raised with just a few words.

“Are you wearing panties?”  I ask, walking over to the bed and laying down before she answers.

“Yes. But only white cotton.  Nothing sexy.” 

This girl has no idea what sexy is.  If I could eat those white cotton panties off her sweet cunt right now, I would.  Imagining that soft fabric against what’s mine has me ready to call a limo to take me to the airport right now.

“Angel, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.  Now, I want you to go lay down on the bed.”

“Okay.  Going.”  I listen to the soft padding of her feet as she moves across the room, followed by her sigh as she lays back and the sheets crumple beneath her.  “Laying down.”

“Good girl.  Now, what else are you wearing?”

“Just a big T-shirt.”

“Take it off,”  I order, rubbing my palm over the steel that threatens to bust through my zipper.

She giggles, then a moment later: “Off,”  she answers on a breath.

“Now, I want you to bend your knees, spread your legs, and lean back on your pillows.  Then take your fingers and begin to just lightly brush over the crotch of your panties.  Close your eyes, Angel, imagine those are my fingers.  I’m whispering in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are.  How good I’m going to make you feel...”

A soft moan seeps through the phone and heat gathers in my chest.

“Keep going.  Softly, slowly, up and down.  Back and forth with the lightest touch.  Open your legs wider.  I’m right there next to you, my little angel.  I’ll take good care of you.”

“God,”  she whimpers, sending raw desire through me, and I lean my head back, closing my eyes, imagining her laying there, strumming over those wet panties with her fingers while she thinks of me.

“Talk to me.  Tell me when you can’t stand it anymore. Tell me when you need more.”  I undo my belt, reach in and pull out my erection, unable to wait any longer. The tip is wet with precum, ready to go as I fist the base, holding off the orgasm that is quickly building.

After a few more minutes, Penny’s strained voice comes through.

“I need more,” she moans.  “I want more.”

“Good girl.  Now, I want you to sit up, take off your panties.  Grab a pillow and roll it up.”

“A pillow?”  I hear the muffled sounds of her moving around and the thought of what lies under those panties nearly consumes me.

“Yes,”  I bark the word.  My need is beginning to overwhelm me.  I need her to do as I say. I need her obedience.  “Do it.”

She responds with pent-up need.  “Okay.  Panties off.  Pillow rolled up.”

“Now, put the phone on speaker and set it down.  Get on top of that pillow.  Take your fingers and reach down, dip them into that hot cunt and tell me how wet you are, Penny.”

I listen to her breathing and the soft squeak that follows.  “I’m soaking.  Your voice does that to me.”  Her throaty reply sends cum dripping out of my dick even as my iron grip fails to hold it back.

“Fuck, you are so good.  Now, hold those lips open and ease down onto the pillow.  I want your outer lips open. I want you pressed on the fabric. Your clit better be rubbing back and forth right on that pillow.  You know why?”

“Why?”  she bleats and my thoughts are filled with the image of my sweet angel riding that pillow.

“Because you need to imagine that pillow is me, and I want that clit rubbing back and forth on me as you take me inside you, Angel.  That’s what I want you to do. I want you to start humping that pillow like you are riding me, right up until you cum. Then, you are going to reach back down, scoop up that cream from your orgasm and put it in your mouth and tell me how you taste.”

My words are followed by her heavy breaths, her lusty effort, and I can’t hold on another second.  I come all over my hand with the sounds of her pleasuring herself, imagining that it’s me.  The thought drives me to the brink of madness.

“I’m inside you now, Angel.  All the way in. I know it hurts, but you have to take it, baby. I need this...”  I grunt out, dreaming of the moment this will all be real.

I talk her through another orgasm before saying goodbye and leaving me rubbing out another of my own before drifting into a fitful slumber filled with dreams of her sweet juice spreading over my tongue.