“Youtwoaresocute it’s sickening, but as much as I love you both, Elias and I are going to leave. We’ve hit our quote of parent PDA.”
Cole and I laugh as the couple stand from their spot on the loveseat across from us. He kisses the back of my hand over my princess cut diamond wedding ring and matching band, and I squeeze his inner thigh where my hand rests. We’re cozied up on the couch by the fire in Cole’s living room—ourliving room now as of a month ago. I moved in after our elopement in Vegas. One that Holly and Elias were in attendance for.
“We have not been that bad,” I chide. “And are you really starting the mom thing again? I thought we were past that.” I grin at my best friend as she comes over to hug us goodbye, her now fiancé on her heels.
I stand to meet her and our arms wrap around each other. “You’re married to my dad; I can call you whatever I want, Step Mommy.”
I roll my eyes and push her away. “Okay, stepdaughter.”
She screws up her face and we both snort. “Okay fine. Vix it is.” She kisses my cheek. “I’ll text you tomorrow so we can meet up for brunch.”
“Sounds good.”
She moves to hug her dad and say Merry Christmas. He kisses the top of her head and my heart warms at their relationship. When we told Holly we got together, we kept out the part about us fucking in Santa’s Village then sneaking out, having to dodge security guards.
We told her we got a late dinner after I told Cole what I wanted for Christmas, and it evolved from there. It took her some time to get used to us, but Cole was right. Holly was happy for me, for her dad. And she’s still my best friend and has a great relationship with Cole. Not to mention she has the love and support of Elias, who proposed on Valentine’s Day earlier this year. That made things easier.
After the two of them are gone and it’s just Cole and I, the crackling fire lighting the stockings hanging from the tinsel covered mantel, I decide it’s time to give my husband his Christmas gift. He’s done everything he said he was going to do for me and more in the last year, and while I show him every day that I love and appreciate him and all he does for me, tonight is special. Our one-year anniversary.
He passed on his Santa duties tonight so we could be together, another guy filling in for him. That means we have nowhere to be, and now we’re all alone.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a peppermint I put there earlier, waiting for this exact moment. Cole looks away from the fire and down at me when he hears the crinkling wrapper.
His brown eyes spark in the firelight and he raises one of his dark brows. “Hungry, wife?”
I pop the peppermint in my mouth and sit up on the couch so I can see him better. “Just a little treat,” I tease.
“Did you bring one for me?”
I shift so I’m straddling his lap. I’m wearing the same velvet dress I was last year at Cole’s request, this time with no stockings and my feet bare. The fabric rides up my legs at the new position and Cole places his hands on my hips, the question he asked still written on his handsome features.
“No,” I make small movements over his hardening cock beneath me. “But I’m willing to share.”
Cole growls and dives in without pause. His lips seal to mine like they have so many times before. This kiss isn’t gentle, it’s demanding and hard. My mouth opens to him, and the peppermint passes easily to his mouth.
He moans at the flavor, and soon passes it back to me. The kiss goes on until our lips are sticky and I’m grinding over his cock, making sure he’s ready for what I’m about to do. When the peppermint dwindles down to near nothing, I pull back. Cole chases my swollen lips for more, but I press a hand against his hard chest.
“Vixen,” he groans. “I need you, baby.”
“I need you too.”
He dives in but I tut, holding him back. He opens his mouth to speak again but I press my fingers against his sticky lips.
“Let me play first.”
His cock pulses beneath me and it’s all the answer I need that I can keep going. His eyes simmer and I peck his lips before kissing down his neck. I suck over his pulse point and with the bit of peppermint still in my mouth, I leave a messy, minty trail. When I reach his chest, I pull at the buttons of his shirt.
“Ruin it, baby. You know I like you naughty.”
Arousal floods my pussy at his words, and with all my strength I pull. Buttons fly, exposing his chest and stomach to me. I kiss over his nipples then suck them.
Cole gasps, no doubt from the peppermint cooling his skin. I smile and continue to play, undoing his belt and zipper before sliding off his lap until I’m kneeling between his parted legs. When I look up at my husband, I’m reminded of when I sucked his fat cock last year. How he looked like a king in his Santa suit. He was hot then, and he’s hot now. His red button down torn and parted, black slacks open, and cock tenting the fabric.
I rub my palms over his knees, crushing the remaining peppermint between my teeth, the sharp taste cooling my tongue.
Cole watches with hooded eyes, his hands fisted near his thighs as if he’s trying to hold himself back from taking me.
Wordlessly, I dip one of my hands in the opening of his pants, wrapping my fist around his throbbing shaft. My hand is warm but his cock is scorching, and he groans at my touch.
