The Stocking Was Hung(30)

“I can do this all night, you know,” Sam laughs.

Clap, clap.

The stupid clapping is suddenly interrupted with knocking.

“Pssssssssst. Hey, are you guys having a rave in there? I saw strobe lights,” Aunt Bobbie whispers through the door. “I’ve got Ecstasy if you need it. Good stuff, really trippy.”

I glare at Sam who is now bent over laughing on my bed, too busy finding this extremely funny to bother with his f*cking claps.

Clap, clap.

The room is pitched into darkness one last time and I glare at Sam, hoping he can see by the glow of the tree that I mean business.

“We’re not having a rave, Aunt Bobbie,” I yell out to her. “Aren’t you supposed to be outside greeting people who come to see the lights?”

Seriously, I just want some alone time with Sam. Is that too much to ask?

“Honey, I’m wearing Manolo Blahniks. Do you honestly think I’m going to go traipsing around in the snow in these beauties? Puh-lease,” she replies with laugh. “Okay, there’s some vodka calling my name. Toodaloo! But seriously, let me know if you want any E, Leon. It really makes things sparkle.”

I shake my head as I hear her heels clicking on the hardwood and make their way downstairs to, hopefully, pass out in front of the fireplace.

“Well, that was fun,” I tell Sam as he slowly pushes himself up from my bed and walks over to me.

He wraps his hands around my bare upper arms and turns me around, moving me backward until my legs bump into my bed. He guides me down to the bed until I’m sitting, the crinkle of the wrapping paper as I move filling the quiet room.

I watch as he silently gets down on his knees, moves his hands to my upper thighs, and slowly spreads my legs far enough for him to scoot between them.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as his hands move to the wrapping paper covering my crotch.

“Unwrapping my present. Shhhhh…”

Resting my hands on the bed, I lean back and watch the gleam in his eyes as he stares at the paper covering me, the gentle rrrrrrriiiiiiip of it as he takes his time tearing it away, triggering my blood to heat up and my heart to race.

“You know, most people rip this stuff off as fast as they can,” I suggest as he grabs another corner and slowly tears it away until my bare * is on full display for him.

Even though I felt foolish wrapping and taping myself into a sheet of Christmas paper when he requested it, at least I was smart enough to leave the bra and underwear on the bathroom floor. Going by the sharp intake of breath from him, it was a genius idea.

“I’ve never gotten a present before. I want to savor the experience,” he mutters. “Holy shit…this is the best present ever.”

I spread my legs a tiny bit more, feeling bold and confident now that I got my way and my final claps left the bright overhead light off.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles, grabbing what’s left of the wrapping paper that dangles from my chest with both hands and ripping it completely off my body until I’m sitting in front of him fully naked.

“You take my breath away,” he whispers, his palm resting against my stomach and slowly sliding down, the tips of all four of his fingers brushing softly over my bare *.

“So smooth and soft,” he whispers, his fingers continuing to almost pet me as he bends forward and presses his lips to my inner thigh.

“Holy hell,” I mutter as he kisses his way up the seam of my leg until he gets to my *, his lips giving it the tiniest of kisses before he lifts his head and peers up at me.

“Lie back,” he orders in a low voice, his fingers going back to gently brushing over me until my thighs start to shake with need and excitement.

I immediately allow my arms give out and fall to my back on the bed, my spine arching and a gasp flying out of my mouth when his thumbs part me and I feel his warm breath ghosting across my *.

My eyes squeeze closed and my hands clutch the blankets on either side of my body when I feel one of his long fingers make a lazy trail down my center and then back up again, spreading my wetness along the way.

He uses the tip of that one, perfect finger to circle my clit, so soft and gentle that I growl in frustration. I want his mouth on me, I want his fingers inside me, I want everything he has to give me, and I want it now.

“Say my name, Noel,” he begs quietly, the pad of his finger lazily trailing back down through my wetness and up to lightly circle my clit again.

“Sam,” I whisper with need. “Oh my God, Sam.”

I hear him growl and before I can take another breath, his mouth is on my body. His hot, wet, perfect lips wrap around my clit and he sucks it into his mouth.

“Fuck!” I shout, my back bowing even more as he brings his thumbs back to spread me open for his oral assault.

His tongue replaces his finger, slowly licking me from top to bottom, stopping at my clit to circle around and around it until I feel like I’m going mad with the need to come. Every inch of my body tingles as he continues to swirl his tongue around my swollen nub, spreading me open as wide as he can with his thumbs.

He licks and he sucks and he devours my *, alternating between teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, to plunging it inside of me, f*cking me with it.

I’m hot. I’m wet. I’m a writhing, cursing mess of need on this bed and my hands immediately let go of their grip on the blankets, transferring it to the hair on top of Sam’s head. I slide my fingers through the short length and hold on for dear life when two of his fingers plunge inside me.