Eve
December 17th
“What are we going to do for your birthday this year?” Ruby asked as she settled in next to me on the sofa. I had spent the day chilling out and watching Christmas films. I was in my Christmas onesie that was covered in gingerbread men.
“I’m not doing anything. Why do people always like to celebrate getting older?” I pouted, I didn’t want to be turning thirty. I wanted to stay in my twenties.
“We have to do something, you’re turning thirty!” She exclaimed as if I didn’t know how old I was going to be.
“And?”
“Come on, Eve, we have to celebrate. At least go out and get wasted.”
“Fine. We will do something, but you had better talk to my mum and dad. Just incase they have something planned.”
“I will. It’ll be so much fun.” She bounced in the seat next to me like an excited puppy.
“I still wanna go to Santa Land though. I wanna see Cupid on my birthday.”
“I’m sure you’ll cope one night not seeing him.”
“I wanna see my boyf…” I started but cut myself off.
“Is that what he is, Eve? Your boyfriend?”
“Shit. No, of course he isn’t. I don’t even know him. We haven’t even discussed seeing each other once Santa Land shuts for a year.”
“Do you wanna see him? Date him?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Are you falling in love with him?” she asked. I dipped my head and fiddled with the remote control that was in my hand. “Have you already fallen in love with him?”
“I think so,” I mumbled.
“Well, shit.” She slouched back into the sofa in shock. “Did you fall in love with him last year? Have you been in love with him this whole time?”
“No. Last year was just fun. This year it’s so much more than that.”
“I’m happy for you, I really am. I just don’t want to see you get your heart broken.”
“I won’t. I trust him.”
“Ok. Then get your arse out of that horrendous onesie and get into your sexy Santa outfit.”
I climbed to my feet and headed into my bathroom. I turned the dial for the shower to heat up as I stripped out of my onesie.
It was refreshing climbing into a hot steamy shower. I couldn’t wait for the day I could do this with Cupid.
Cupid
I had been waiting all day to see my girl. Work was busy as fuck giving me a stressful day. The only way I liked to de-stress these days was to be buried balls deep inside of her.
I glanced around the bar area to see it was deadly quiet. I headed to the bar and ordered a whiskey and coke.
“Why’s it so quiet in here tonight?”
“Sound system is broken. No show tonight.” The dude in the Santa suit behind the bar informed me. “Everyone is sticking to private shows tonight.” He nodded his head towards the long hallway. “Every room is occupied.”
“What?” I snapped my head back around to look at him. Was he being serious?
“Yep. Must be something in the water. People have been queuing outside of their favourite rooms.”
Shit, I didn’t want to be fucking Candy in a used room. I liked to have the room all evening long.
“Hey, Cupid.” I looked up as Angel walked towards me.
“Hey.” I jutted my chin out to her in greeting before downing the rest of my drink.
“E…” She stopped herself and cleared her throat. “Um, Candy is waiting for you in the gingerbread room.”
“E?” I asked quietly, stepping in closer to her.
“Shit, please don’t say anything. I don’t want to get kicked out.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I went to step round her when her hand on my arm stopped me.
“She’s ready and waiting for you. I locked her in. Here.” She placed the gingerbread room key in my hand before giving me a wink. Just the thought of Candy in that room ready and waiting for me had my cock coming to life.
I marched down the long hallway until I came to the gingerbread room. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the raging hard on between my legs. I needed her like I never had before. She had well and truly wormed her way into my life and I would never let her go. Not again.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open, the sign outside already read ‘occupied’. I re-locked the door and my steps faltered when I saw Candy laying naked on the bed, face down. All over her back was various gingerbread cookies, cream and what looked like chocolate sauce was drizzled over her tight arse.
“Fuck, you look good enough to eat.” I mumbled as I started stripping out of my clothes.
“I’m your dessert.” She smiled.
“I’m going to need to blindfold you. I can’t eat dessert with this shitty beard on.” Her head nodded to something on the bedside table, I ambled over there and picked up a proper black blindfold. “You came prepared?”
“I did. Um, babe. The cream is melting.” I looked over her body to see that some of the cream had melted and was dripping down her arse and over her pussy.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up.” I knelt down by the bed so I could claim her lips with mine. She moaned as I forced my tongue inside. Her body moved and the sound of a gingerbread cookie hitting the floor had me pulling back.
“Why did you stop?”
“I can’t have you moving and ruining my dessert.” I slipped the black blindfold over her mask before removing my fake beard and hat. She was gorgeous laid out in front of me. I stalked around the bed a couple of times, making sure that I didn’t make any noise. The anticipation would make this experience all the more enjoyable. I finally climbed on the bed after two minutes and trailed my tongue up her left calf muscle, licking the chocolate sauce off. She moaned and rose her hips in the air slightly, causing another biscuit to move. I held her hips to the bed as I sucked off some of the cream that coated her round, tight globe, giving it a little bite for more pleasure. Trailing up the path of her spine were tiny gingerbread cookies, I ate one after the other until I could caress her neck with my stubble. She exhaled a happy breath, moving her neck so I could get better access. I wanted to tell her how gorgeous and sexy she was but I didn’t want to talk. Silence gave it that extra edge of intenseness.
I moved back down her body, kissing and biting as I went. Once I was back to her right calf muscle I ran my tongue up in one long stroke, stopping at the bottom of her arse cheek. Her arms were on the bed next to her body and as I stopped her hands clenched and unclenched. I picked her hands up in mine and encouraged her to hold her arse cheeks open for me, as she did I rewarded her by swiping my tongue through her folds. I could taste the cream but her taste overpowered it all. I loved being between her thighs with my tongue as much as with my cock. She moaned and writhed on the bed, trying to get closer to me. She was sexy as fuck and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking deep into her. She was a lot tighter in this position and I had to fight against her tightening walls from pushing me back out. Her moans of pleasure had me jutting my hips into her faster. She moved her body with mine as she let go of her arse cheeks and dug her nails into my legs. I moved my position, my hands were on either side of her head and I used all the strength I had to slam in and out of her, her cries of pleasure along with the sound of our bodies slapping together had us both releasing at the same time. I had to hold back my confessions of love that had nearly escaped my tongue. She was the perfect woman for me.