Unwrapping Holly - A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance, page 6
Donovan’s gaze traveled everywhere, like he was taking some kind of inventory of his own. Probably taking mental pictures, for his own gratification. Either that, I laughed to myself, or he was locating problem areas that he’d have me work on, when I saw him again on Monday…
Monday…
It occurred to me that we’d crossed a line. That nothing could be the same between us after this.
“Mmmmm…”
I realized, as he rolled me over, that I didn’t care. That everything that came afterward could be handled afterward… and that right now, all that mattered was fucking him good.
I found myself sitting on the arm of the couch, facing my new lover as he guided himself back inside me. My legs spread wide for him. Our lips came together so fast our teeth clicked, and we laughed into each other’s mouths.
“To the bed?”
“Yes please,” I grinned.
Donovan lifted me up, staying inside me the whole time. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my hands behind his neck as he carried me into his bedroom.
From there, things got crazy.
The initial lack of control my love experienced when he first entered me was totally gone now. As if to prove it, Donovan spread me open on his queen-sized mattress and began hammering me with long, deep strokes of his magnificent cock.
Holy shit….
He pushed my legs high overhead, stretching me to the limits of my flexibility. His assault was merciless, his erection a steel piston driving in and out of me as I cried his name and clutched his incredible arms and rolled my eyes back into my head.
There was no pause on his end, no stopping to even catch his breath. In no time at all I was clawing his back, raking my nails down the hard muscles along his two ribbed flanks as I was gripped in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
“Unnggghhh…”
And that was just the beginning.
Donovan dropped back onto the bed, pulling me on top of him once again without breaking our union. I rode him hard, grinding my ass on the downstroke, rolling my hips which were now firmly being grasped by his two strong hands. He felt almost unbearable at this angle. So thick and full and impossibly deep inside me, it skirted the border between pleasure and pain.
Ohhhhhh…
It didn’t take long to get off this way, and this time my orgasm was an explosion from within. I felt that familiar surge rise up inside me. That welcome series of contractions as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my brain.
My breathing was rapid now, from all the bucking and screwing and riding. Smirking down at him through my tangled cascade of hair, I couldn’t believe his wasn’t.
“This is… fucking… insane…”
My trainer grinned wickedly and pulled me down on top of him. Our lips met again and we kissed like true lovers, hotly and passionately, my tits pressed warmly against his hard, ripped body. I remained thankfully motionless while he continued fucking me from beneath, clenching and unclenching his ass in strong, controlled strokes that drove upward and into me like a reverse pile-driver.
I should’ve known…
It was funny, thinking about it that way. I’d always figured Donovan would be good in bed, but I never considered how his strict regimen of strength training and cardio might translate into him being a complete sexual dynamo.
“You tapping out?”
It was a challenge, I knew. One he’d put to me numerous times before in the weight room, but only when it came to completing my sets.
Now his words had a wholly different meaning, of course.
“Never.”
I jumped up and spun around, whirling to face his legs. Shifting my body backward and downward, I dropped my mouth over Donovan’s glistening cock. At the same time, I lowered my dripping sex to his wonderfully stubbled chin…
OHHHH…
His tongue went inside me, and I jumped for joy. Two hands closed over the globes of my ass, spreading me even wider so he could utterly consume me.
My heart was racing! My skin prickled all over, like it was on fire. Grateful for the breather, I swallowed my new lover all the way down to the hilt. He moaned into my pussy — more of a vibration than a sound, really — and I responded by grinding even harder into his face.
I sensed movement off to my left. I whirled, startled, and found myself staring into a full-length mirror.
Whoa…
In the reflection I could see absolutely everything: our two bodies stacked together, sixty-nining hotly. Pleasuring each other in the dim bedroom light. It was all so crazy to watch — so incredible and sensual. So wantonly hedonistic. I stared back at myself as I went down on him, watching as Donovan’s cock disappeared into some brunette’s wet, willing mouth.
Only that brunette was me.
Holy shit.
“MmmMmmmmm…”
Donovan groaned again, and I focused on bringing him off. I worked harder with my hand, moving my mouth in a tight circle as I took him again and again, deep into my throat.
I knew he was close when he stopped tonguing me. He lay back on his pillow, still working me with his fingertips but only half-heartedly. He was distracted now. I had him.
“Fuck, Holly…”
The final surge came with little warning; my lover’s ass lifted from the bed and suddenly he was shooting off, straight into my mouth. I squeezed his balls when he came — a little trick I’d learned in a magazine — and simultaneously pushed with my thumb on the area of skin and muscle just below that. The added pressure against his perineum had him crying out loud, exploding ever harder and more forcefully, filling my mouth with thick jets of his hot, sticky come.
That little trick I’d learned from a particularly dirty ex-boyfriend.
“Oh FUUUCK!”
I couldn’t contain it all, and it was foolish to try. I swallowed the bulk of it, allowing the rest of his seed to spill from the sides of my mouth. They ran down my lover’s cock, over his balls, disappearing into the soft, jersey-knit sheets beneath his magnificent ass. I watched it go, then looked up into the mirror to stare back at myself… my lips all plump and sticky, my expression satisfied.
Donovan’s head lolled back and forth on his pillow as I climbed off of him. He was still moaning, still lost in the final throes of his climactic release.
“What the fuck…”
I laughed and slid up next to him. I felt perfectly at home in the crook of one big arm.
“You like?”
“Like?” He blinked at me several times. “What in the world was that?”
“That’s for me to know…” I teased, kissing the curve of his beautiful chest. “And you to enjoy…”
Thirteen
HOLLY
This time around it was I who performed the stealth-exit. I was the one who woke before the crack of dawn, gathering my things to silently slip from Donovan’s apartment.
He’d promised me breakfast. In the fashion of a true gentleman, he’d promised me a ride home as well. Still, as temping as it was to stick around for an inevitable third round of love-making, I wanted to be home, stretching out in my own shower. Letting the heated water run over me, maybe even cleansing me of last night’s sins.
Yeah… right.
Besides, I wanted to get going while the going was good. And it was Sunday. I had things to do. Lists to fulfill. Clients, whose shopping needs had to be satisfied…
Oh shit! Lincoln!
The thought didn’t hit me until I was halfway home, checking the text messages on my phone. One had been from Brody, and my stomach tightened as I read it. It was short. Sweet. Flirtatious. It made me fell insanely guilty at what I’d done with Donovan, as if somehow I’d “cheated” on the cute classmate who took me out on Friday night.
The next four messages were from Jocelyn, asking how my date went. Three of them demanded updates, politely at first, and then with an increasing sense of annoyed urgency. In the fourth one she flat out scolded me for being a terrible friend, ending it by blowing me a kiss and calling me a ‘hussy.’
I smiled at that, but my smile quickly faded as I realized who the next message was from. I pressed the button, and read the early morning text from Lincoln:
Still on for tomorrow?
Pick you up at noon if that’s good.
Noon was actually perfect. It gave me time for a good rally: two cups of coffee and a scalding hot shower. I texted him back, apologizing for the delay and letting him know I’d be out in front of my building. Ready to be picked up… for the third time in three days.
When it rains it pours, right?
To say it had been a crazy weekend would be an understatement. And yet I was, about to go shopping with Lincoln Wallace. The man I’d been excited about seeing in the first place, before Donovan had even asked me out and before Brody had rescued me in the park.
Just treat it like a date…
Jocelyn’s words were still tattooed on my brain. Did I really want another date? Lincoln was heartbreakingly good looking. Incredibly successful. The CEO of his own marketing firm, and wonderfully single.
I thought about these things in the shower, and while I got dressed. I found myself putting on a cute outfit. A black skirt and knee-high boots, with a white cashmere sweater I’d treated myself to during one of last year’s after-holiday sales.
That said, maybe shopping was just shopping. And lunch was just lunch. Maybe I was reading too much into a client who barely had time for anything other than work, one who’d hired me to remember two dozen birthdays and anniversaries. Not to mention mother’s day, father’s day, and now Christmas shopping, gift-wrapping, and—
“Holly!”
The sleek black Lexus was parked on the corner, as close to my building as the holiday traffic would allow. The City was nuts this time of year. Just a few weeks before Christmas, everyone was doing what we were about to.
“Hi Lincoln!”
I made my way across the sidewalk, through the swirl of light snow flurries that had popped up overnight. It was amazing, how fast the weather could change here. How it could be so unseasonably beautiful one day, and then freezing cold the next.
My client greeted me with a warm hug, ushering me into the back of the beautiful, four-door sedan. The doors closed. The noise of the City disappeared instantly, like someone had flipped a switch.
“Temperature good?” he asked, shaking out his coat.
“Perfect,” I smiled. It really was. Between the soft leather seats the warm flow of invisible air, it was bordering on the most comfortable ride I’d ever been in.
“Thanks for doing this by the way,” Lincoln said. “I realize you’re probably mega-busy this time of year, especially on the weekend.”
If only you knew… the little voice in my head chuckled.
“Nonsense,” I grinned. “I always have time for my favorite client.”
Lincoln smirked. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”
“Maybe.”
“Yes, well it’s appreciated,” said Lincoln. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up earlier. I’d planned on the morning, but something came up at the office and—”
“Lincoln it’s okay,” I smiled pleasantly. “This is better actually. I had, uh… a busy morning.”
I looked down, and realized I’d laid my hand over his. It was pretty forward of me. Or rather, it was forward of old Holly. Maybe not the new one.
“Well you have me all day,” he said with a wink. “All night too, if you need it.”
I studied his expression, looking for the slightest hint of suggestion. Did his smile turn into a smirk? Just a little bit maybe, at the very corner of his mouth?
Leaving my hand where it was, I took stock of him. Lincoln always knew how to dress, and today was no exception. He was business casual, and like me, decked out in black and white. Sharp, pleated slacks. Beautiful, Italian leather shoes. A white button-down shirt with a tab collar that screamed for a tie, only he wasn’t wearing a tie. Probably to break some kind of business-dictated mold. He was always a little bit of a rebel like that.
The car pulled away from the curb, smoothly entering the City traffic. I almost hadn’t noticed the driver in the front seat, separated by a small partition.
“So, I wanted to give you some ideas this year,” said Lincoln. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a folded, printed list. “You did amazing last year of course,” he said quickly, “but my nieces and nephews are getting old enough to have specific interests now.”
I took the list from him and scanned it quickly. “So Brandon’s off dinosaurs?”
Lincoln smiled. It was the kind of smile that lit up his face, and made him even more handsome, if possible.
“He loves superheroes now,” he said. “He’s been stealing his brother’s. And Laura loves science all of a sudden, which is awesome. I dropped off some of those chemistry and biology sets, but my sister threw out the grasshopper and frog before Laura could dissect them, and—”
I giggled, picturing the whole thing. “Wanna drive your sister crazy? Maybe we’ll get her an ant farm. One of those really good light-up ones, with the gel.”
My favorite client laughed, and his laugh was even better than his smile. “That’s perfect!”
“Or an easy-bake oven. Imagine your sister’s face when she’s forced to eat burnt cookies and sloppily-iced cakes the size of a silver dollar.”
Lincoln looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “You’re diabolical, you know that?”
“Oh yeah.”
My hand was still on his. I hadn’t moved it, and he hadn’t moved either. The realization struck me that I was enjoying the warm, masculine feel of it beneath my palm…
Uh oh.
I glanced excitedly out through my tinted window. The city sped by in silence, looking beautiful in the tiny flakes of swirling snow.
“So where are we going?” Lincoln asked.
“Where aren’t we going,” I grinned back.
Fourteen
HOLLY
The whole ordeal was beautiful and breathtaking, exhausting and chaotic. All great things as far as shopping trips went, or at least they were in my book.
Lincoln was a trooper throughout. He kept pace with me as we sawed through the crowds, holding bags and pushing carts and never once uttering a single word of complaint. Money was never an object with him, and he paid handsomely for everything. Especially when it came to his nieces and nephews, where he was generous to a fault.
It was adorable, how much he loved them. He was constantly treating them as his own children, giving them the Christmas he always remembered. Or maybe, I realized as the day wore on, the Christmas he always wished he’d had.
We paid for delivery where possible, sending everything to his uptown office. Where it wasn’t possible, we carried them out. Hour by hour, the car was filled with bags and boxes. Gifts wrapped in colorful red and green paper, presents topped with shimmering gold ribbon.
We started at the Shops at Columbus Circle, the two of us wandering the beautiful, glass-enclosed mall with a child-like sense of wonder. From there we dove into the sea of people jamming the Manhattan Mall, laughing that we were somehow able to come out the other side unscathed.
The City was alive with shoppers, with tourists, with all manner of people buzzing excitedly through its glowing streets. Between each stop we caught our breath in the back of the car, red-faced and rosy-cheeked. Our heads leaned close together as we examined Lincoln’s list, checking off family and friends one by one like we were on some top-secret, highly-expensive scavenger hunt.
We hit the gleaming white cathedrals of the Westfield World Trade Center, then shot uptown to Macy’s to ogle the magic of their Christmas window display. We crossed off a few more names here as well, but for the most part I just wanted to witness the amazing show they put on each year.
“Nothing like this in Texas, huh?” Lincoln asked, after we’d fought our way to the front of the crowd.
“Not in my town no,” I said. “But I’ve been known to shoot up to San Antonio or even Houston for the holiday. They do some good stuff there. But of course…” I held my hands up toward the sky. “No snow.”
Lincoln’s brown eyes shimmered with the reflection of a thousand twinkling lights. He looked awestruck staring through the picture window, and for a second I could see the excited little boy he must’ve been on Christmas mornings.
“Overwhelmed yet?” I asked.
“No,” he said quickly. “Maybe. Okay, a little.”
“That’s because you’re never out this much,” I chided him. “Every time I talk to you you’re always working. Always in your office.”
He shrugged. “Someone’s gotta pay the bills.”
I bumped him playfully with my hip. “And with these bills we’ve been racking up today?” I teased. “You’re not getting out of that office again until next year.”
Five minutes later we were back in the car, warming up again. Our driver — Ulrich — smiled over his shoulder before whisking us off to one last destination.
“You don’t sound like you’re from Texas, you know,” Lincoln said. “Very little use of the word Y’all, which I understand is a staple.”
I nodded. “I dropped that pretty fast when I first came up here. Also popular is the plural, Y’alls. And the ever-important plural possessive, All Y’alls’.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “It can get complicated.”
I glanced up, and Lincoln was grinning back at me through his perfectly-manicured goatee. In all the fun, we’d both gotten a little messy. He had an adorable cowlick going on, and without thinking I reached up and smoothed it back for him.
The gesture was small, but intimate. Maybe because we were looking at each other. Also maybe, because we’d inexplicably found ourselves holding hands throughout most of the day.
“Why’d you leave Texas anyway?” he asked. “You never told me.”
