Mistletoe Kisses by Sam Mariano

Chapter Six

Noelle

When my shiftat the North Pole finally ends, I can’t get out to my car fast enough.

My sexual frustration from earlier finally ebbed due to all the buzz-killing screams and shrieks of children impatient or unwilling to meet Santa Claus, but Cal—yes, he’s Cal now—kept flitting across my mind while I worked until finally I made a decision. Since I didn’t get to talk to him at school and I can’t reach out to him in any way without leaving a paper trail, I’ll go to his house.

I know he won’t be expecting me since we agreed to meet Thursday, and I hate to drop in uninvited, but on the other hand… maybe he’s annoyed that I left class with Percy today and my fantasies of being in trouble and him doling out a little punishment will come true.

I’m so optimistic about it, I strip off my candy cane stockings in the car before I get out. In my fantasies, he lifts my skirt and spanks my bare ass—no candy cane stockings to contend with. This way he’ll only have to push down my panties, and I’m wearing a red lacy pair I picked up at Daring Dolls on my way out of the mall, just in case.

Of course, in my fantasies I was wearing my school uniform. Currently, I’m still dressed like an elf, but hell, elves can be naughty, too.

I’m so blinded by excitement and anticipation as I approach his front door, it doesn’t even occur to me this could go any other way. I’m single-mindedly focused on the sexy fantasy, and I’m already blushing when the door finally opens.

Mr. McLaren—Cal—looks understandably perplexed when he sees me at his front door—and in an elf costume, no less. I’m grinning uncontrollably, ready to push him into the house and attack him.

“Noelle, what are you doing here?”

Everything happens at the same time, but the moment feels to me like it’s in excruciating slow motion. I open my mouth to answer him but before I can speak, movement inside the house catches my attention. The swish of an elegant red dress. My gaze connects with the smooth bare legs peeking out from under that red dress, to the bare feet of a woman walking on Cal’s hardwood floor. All the breath rushes out of me. I can’t breathe, let alone speak, as my eyes quickly travel upward and settle on an absolutely gorgeous brunette about my size.

The one he bought all the lingerie for.

Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t breathe.

I try to suck in a breath or at least close my mouth, but I feel… I feel awful.

He does have a girlfriend. That miserable prick.

I bring my gaze back to him, my eyes narrowing in fury. “You asshole.”

“Noelle,” he says like he’s about to handle me.

I glance behind him at the brunette again and see she’s holding a wine glass. I wonder if they just made dinner together, too. I was certainly charmed; maybe that’s his go-to move.

Anger, disappointment, and a sense of betrayal coil around me like snakes, but I don’t let them trap me here. Shaking my head, disinterested in whatever he has to say, I turn and walk away.

“Noelle, wait,” he says, coming out after me and closing the door behind him.

“Fuck off,” I call without looking back as I storm toward my car. “Don’t you dare follow me. I don’t care what you have to say. Go back inside to your poor girlfriend, you miserable, faithless bastard.”

Even though I have every right to be pissed off, when he speaks, it sounds like he’s losing his patience with me. “Would you stop? I’m trying to talk to you.”

I’ve made it to my car, but I spin around to shoot him another nasty look. “And I just said I’m not interested.”

“Carla is not my girlfriend,” he states.

“I don’t care! I don’t care if she’s just a casual hook-up, I don’t care if it’s a different girl every night. You have the audacity to tell me I’m not allowed to talk to other guys and then you have women over to your house for random fucks while you, what, wait for me to give it up? Fuck you, Mr. McLaren. Fuck you.”

Rather than look a bit cowed, he cocks a dark eyebrow. “Yes, I did tell you not to talk to any of the worthless little boys in class, but you didn’t listen to me very well, did you?”

The memory of my sexy punishment scenario flashes to mind and makes me overwhelmingly sad. I was so excited about this budding… whatever this is—was—between us. I didn’t even realize how excited until the asshole ripped it away from me.

I swallow, breaking his gaze and looking away. “It doesn’t matter now. If this is your way of getting back at me for smiling at a boy I have no interest in, then this was never going to work anyway. Good night, Cal—Mr. McLaren,” I amend, before turning around and reaching for my door handle.

Stopping me with a firm hand on my shoulder, Mr. McLaren pulls me and turns me around. “Noelle,” he says more softly, more gently than I’ve ever heard him before. “I wasn’t doing anything to get back at you. Yes, I was irritated that you were clearly trying to make me jealous, but I’m not a child. I didn’t need to strike back. I know who has the power here, and I know where your interest lies.”

That doesn’t help. Nothing will help. He wanted to fuck someone who wasn’t me tonight, planned to, so even if he doesn’t now that I showed up and ruined his plans, it hardly matters.

At least, I’m pretty sure of that until he has the audacity to reach down and start pushing my skirt up. My eyes widen in stunned outrage and I reach down to shove his hand away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand.

“Touching what’s mine,” he states.

My jaw drops open as he swats my hand away and reaches under my skirt, shoving his hand between my legs and palming my pussy. I’m horrified when he smirks to himself, feeling how wet I am.

“That’s not for you,” I object, starting to try to move away from him.

“Bullshit,” he says, casually pushing me back against the car and pinning my shoulder there to keep me in place.

My cheeks flame. “It was for you earlier, before I knew you were a giant bag of dicks.”

Indifferent to my anger, he slides two fingers beneath the delicate red lace and sends a jolt of shock and arousal straight through me as he touches my bare pussy.

My body wants me to overlook his terribleness and let him caress me, but my mind won’t allow it. “Get your hands off me, Mr. McLaren,” I say, trying to remind him of his place.

“No,” he says casually, sliding a finger inside me.

I lean back, plastering myself against my car door and squeezing my eyes shut. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as his blunt fingertip brushes my clit and sends an intense wave of pleasure through me. My bones seem to disintegrate inside my body and I melt back against the cold metal supporting my weight.

No longer needing to pin my shoulder against the car to keep me in place, Cal’s other hand moves to my hip and he begins to work my panties down.

I need to stop him. I want to stop him.

I can’t stop him. I know he’s a bastard, but his touch feels so incredible and I was already so wound up earlier fantasizing about him, I desperately need the release. I know it won’t even take him long to get me there, since I did so much of the work myself imagining him spanking me.

I hate myself a little for bucking against his hand as he fingers me, but there’s so much pleasure coursing through my body, I don’t even care. My arousal ratchets up and up and up as he plays with me. I’m whimpering helplessly, still bent back against the car, needing him to make me come.

Then he withdraws his finger, and I want to die. I don’t even move away from the car, get inside, and storm home like I should so I can finish myself off.

Actually, I should shove him away, get in the car and lock the doors, and then finish myself off right here in front of him so he has to watch me come, knowing he can’t touch me. It would serve his sorry ass right, and get him used to how things are going to be from now on since he’s damn sure not going to touch me again after tonight.

Just as I’m about to do the right thing, though, Mr. McLaren suddenly kneels. I’m confused as he lifts my feet one at a time and takes my panties off. I look down at him with a frown, preparing to ask what the hell he’s doing, but then he answers me without words.

The damned man lifts me up like my weight is nothing, drapes my legs over his shoulders, and then before I can stop it, his mouth is on me.

“Oh my God,” I squeak, my whole body shuddering as I grab desperately for something to hold onto. Between the car and his broad, sturdy shoulders I’m definitely not going anywhere, but I feel like I’m going to fall.

I can only care for a fraction of a second, then the damned man shoves his tongue inside me and I think I’m going to explode on contact. It’s too much stimulation and I cry out, pushing myself against his face.

He groans hungrily in response, his fingers digging into my hips as he eats me more aggressively.

“Oh, God,” I moan, writhing helplessly against his solid jaw.

I’m so overwhelmed, I think I might pass out. The winter air is so cold on my bare lower half, but his strong hands are so warm, and his tongue moving expertly against my clit is the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t believe anything can feel this good. And I really can’t believe we’re doing it out here where anyone could see us.

But I don’t care. I lose my ability to think or function beyond chasing this pleasure to its inevitably wonderful end. Trusting he won’t let me fall even if he’s clearly okay with harming me in other ways, I ride his eager face, crying out as he nibbles and tongues me until my legs are trembling.

It all happens so fast, it’s almost like it wasn’t even real, but the soul-deep pleasure that shoots through me as I come on my teacher’s face is the realest thing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t contain a weak, shattered scream as it rips from my throat. Cal just grips my hips harder and continues to lick and suck on me, wanting to give me every last bit of pleasure he can.

I’m breathing hard during my recovery, still boneless and plastered against my car. I can see my own breath in the cold night air as I start to come back down. Cal has finally stopped licking my pussy, but he’s still holding me up with my legs bent over his shoulders.

Now that the orgasm is over, the absolute outrageousness of this blatantly public sex starts to crash down around me. Even though he’s an asshole and I hate him now, my gaze drifts around. I didn’t mean to shout and I should have controlled myself better; I could have drawn attention. I don’t see anyone outside, but wow, that was reckless. Every bit of what just happened was insane and we’re both morons.

“Let me down,” I say a bit hoarsely, my throat feeling a little raw.

I almost expect him to object, but he doesn’t. He puts me back down on the ground carefully, making sure I can stand after that orgasm, then rises and straightens back to his full height.

I feel a little vulnerable in the wake of the bone-melting pleasure he just filled me with, but I don’t want him to see it. “You’re still an asshole,” I inform him as I push my skirt back down and take a step away from my car.

Cal’s lips tug up in amusement. “I know.”

“I’m still mad,” I add.

He nods, appearing unconcerned. “Why don’t you come inside so you can put your panties back on?”

“And interrupt your date?” I ask scathingly. “But that would be so rude.”

He sounds amused. “No ruder than what I just did.”

Yeah, that’s true. There’s probably very little chance she’s going to fuck him after he just ate out some other girl in his driveway.

But not no chance, because I did just let him eat me out after catching him on a date with someone else.

Wow, what a mess.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell him. “I need to get out of here.”

“Nonsense,” he says, like he still has any authority here. I want to say he doesn’t, but then he places a hand at the small of my back and moves me forward. “It’s freezing out here and you’re upset. You’re coming inside.”

I can’t believe he’s honestly going to make me do this. I can’t even believe I’m going to let him. I’m sure his date peeked out here to see what was going on, so I can only imagine the fury that will be awaiting both of us on the other side of the door.

My dumb side says, well, maybe she’ll be so mad she’ll just leave and then we’ll see what happens.

Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Nothing more is going to happen with this jerk. No fucking way.

Thanks for the orgasm and the A on my paper, but we’re done here, Mr. McLaren.

Cal.

Sir.

Done.