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The Gift Beneath The Tree
Copyright 2012, Lacey Wolfe
Tara took a long drink from her glass of wine. It was Christmas Eve, and she was alone. Well, not really. Her roommate Brad was there, and to her surprise, this year he was single too. Brad was one of those gorgeous men who was never without a girl hanging around. Though, her being alone…that was nothing new. She’d been having a dry spell the past six months. Perhaps she was too picky, but she liked to think it was just high expectations.
“Are you going to your mom’s tomorrow?” Brad asked as they sat in the dimly lit living room.
Tara glanced around at the decorations. This year they’d gotten a real tree. Nothing huge, but it reminded her of her childhood. Each day when she came home, she enjoyed the smell of the pine welcoming her. “Not this year. She’s got a new boyfriend, and I don’t really want to hang out with them.”
“I guess that would be weird.”
“You think? Mom and Dad have only been divorced six months. I can’t see her with someone else yet.”
Even in her mid-twenties, her parents getting divorced had been hard on her. They had waited until her little brother left for college and then separated. Tara assumed they’d made it work for them, so once all the kids left the nest, they went their separate ways. But thinking back, it never seemed as though they were unhappy. Then again, she was young and had no reason to look for those types of things.
“You know eventually you’ll have to, right?” Brad said.
“Maybe not. If I play it right, I may never have to.”
Brad laughed. Tara always liked the way he sounded when he did. He had one of those laughs that was animated and contagious. She couldn’t help but smile, even as she tried her best to suppress her own giggle.
“So, what about you? Plans?” Tara winked at him.
“Yup, very special ones.”
“Ooo, sounds promising. Are you going to share?” Maybe she was wrong about him not having someone in his life.
He shook his head and smirked. “Nope, you’ll find out soon enough.”
Tara picked up the wine bottle and topped her glass off. She held it out to see if he wanted more, and he leaned forward for her to add the white liquid to his glass. “Sometimes you’re so secretive.” She set the bottle down.
“Don’t you like that about me?”
There was a lot Tara liked about Brad, but that was her own secret. She’d had the hots for Brad from the moment she’d met him five years ago, but they’d always stayed in ‘friends’ territory. Often she wished she was more outgoing and could just offer herself to him, but if he rejected her, their friendship would go out the window. Tara wanted to at least be friends with him. So, she settled with where their relationship was, even though it was pure torture when he brought a woman home for a wild night.
Thank God for earplugs.
“I guess we better put out the cookies and milk for Santa,” Tara joked.
Brad leaned back in his chair and asked, “What are you hoping the jolly ol’ man will bring you this year?”
“Hmmm, let me think. How about a pony? I never did get one of those growing up.” Tara giggled.
“Would you settle for a stallion?”
Tara cocked an eyebrow at him. “I could certainly ride one of those.”
Brad swirled the liquid in his glass and gazed at her. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Had he ever looked at her that way before…as though she was edible? Wait—why was he looking at her like that?
Either she was imagining things or he’d had too much wine. Brad had never shown any interest in her as anything more than a close friend.
“What do you want Santa to bring you?” she asked.
“He already brought mine.”
“Lucky you, he delivered early.”
“Not quite yet.”
Something was different in his tone, causing a shiver to run down her spine and spread to her center. Taking a long drink, she wondered if she’d had too much wine, since it felt like he was coming on to her.
“I should probably go to bed.” Tara set her glass down.
“So early?” He stuck his bottom lip out, looking adorable. “We usually stay up late on Christmas Eve.” He moved to the seat next to her on the couch. “Don’t you want to stay up with me?”
She gulped. Yes! But she was feeling awfully amorous and feared that if he didn’t make a move on her, she might make one on him. It would be so humiliating if he shot her down. He’d probably laugh at the idea that she thought he was coming on to her.
It was best to go to bed.
“I’m tired,” she said. “All this holiday cheer has worn me out more than I expected. Guess I’m getting old.”
She lingered a few minutes, waiting to see if he’d make a move, but he didn’t. So Tara went to her room, closing the door behind her. Relief swept through her that although she was apparently losing her mind, he wasn’t.
She changed into a pair of Christmas pajamas. It was silly, she was in her mid-twenties, and she still put on something for the holidays before bed. She brushed her hair and looked at herself in her white cami top with a candy cane in the center. You were never told old to hope Santa brought something good.
Turning the light off, she climbed into bed. She forced her eyes closed and prayed sleep would come. But her mind was running a mile a minute. Going to dream world wasn’t going to happen.
She picked her smart phone up off her nightstand and opened one of her reading apps. Perhaps she could read until she fell asleep, but as she scrolled through her books, nothing was catching her eye. She loaded up the online bookstore and found herself browsing holiday erotic romance stories. She was horny, but not even one of these books was going to help with the ache she had between her legs.
Tara set the phone down and let out a loud sigh. She wanted to go out there, lay underneath the tree in only a ribbon, and perhaps Brad would untie her. Even for just one night, that’s all she needed. A taste of Brad.
She rolled to her side and closed her eyes again, hoping the wine would kick in and help her drift off. Finally, a groggy feeling began.
Tara sat up in her bed. Had she heard something fall? Tossing the covers back, she went to investigate. In the living room, all the lights were off, except the tree was lit.
“Brad,” she called in almost a whisper. She didn’t want to wake him just because she thought she’d heard something.
Nothing seemed out of place. However, she thought it would be best to unplug the tree lights. The last thing they needed was for the tree to catch fire while they slept. Besides that, it wasn’t like they were actually expecting the jolly old man to come down the chimney. As she came around the couch, she stopped when she saw a large naked body under the tree. Her gaze traveled from his legs, to his center—where a bow was perfectly placed—up his firm chest, and to his eyes which were staring back at her.
“Brad, what…” was all she could get out before he motioned for her to come closer. Biting her bottom lip, she wondered if she was finally asleep and in her dream she was going to get to unwrap her present.
Brad must have sensed her doubt. “Tara, come here.”
She nodded and then slowly walked to him. She bent down so she was now on the floor with him.
“Check the tag,” he said.
Tag? She glanced toward the bow and saw a Christmas tag hanging off it. Oh God, was she suppose to reach out and take it off him?
It felt as though she was moving in slow motion as she leaned forward. She hesitated a moment, then flipped the card over to read it.
Tara laughed slightly. “This is my present from Santa?”
“Yes, and it’s aching for you to unwrap it and play.”
Her fingers were shaking—no, wait, her entire arm was. But if Brad didn’t want this, then he certainly wouldn’t be lying under the tree naked or have taken the time to wrap his cock up with ribbon.
She tugged the bow, and it came untied. As she unwrapped the ribbon, he grew longer and longer, and she watched, mesmerized by the sight. Licking her lips, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her present first. Tara pulled the ribbon all the way off and laid it next to her on the floor. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She was going to play all right.
“Oh God,” Brad moaned.
She explored with her tongue and hand as she stared up at him. The look on his face told her that he was doing everything he could to not explode. She didn’t want this to be over yet. Kissing her way up his body, her hands caressing along the way as well, she laid down beside him.
“You’re overdressed, but you look adorable in these PJs.” He toyed with the hem of her shirt before removing it. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. As he teased her, he worked on slipping the lower half of her clothes off, until she was as naked as him.
Brad pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs and he climbed between.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” she whispered.
“You’re not the only one. Too bad it took us this long to finally do something about it.” His lips pressed against hers and she opened immediately to him. His tongue darted in and he tasted of mint.
Tara raked her nails through his hair. She couldn’t believe she was kissing Brad. The kiss ended much too quickly for her liking. He winked at her and then trailed his lips down her neck and continued south.
“Now we have to make up for lost time,” Brad muttered.
She closed her eyes and he lightly kissed her inner thighs. She knew what was coming next. “Ooooo,” escaped her lips as his warm mouth met her middle.
This particular act, she hadn’t had done to her too often. She didn’t have much to go on, but whatever Brad was doing, it was amazing, and she could feel her release creeping up. Tingles spread through her body, and the ache she’d been feeling earlier was intensifying.
“Oh God.” If he continued to do that thing he was doing with him tongue, she was going to fall over the edge. “Stop,” she cried out.
He pulled away and said, “Am I doing something wrong?”
Tara shook her head. “No, no, it’s too good. I can’t hold out much longer.”
She expected him to climb back up her body, but then his mouth returned to her and doing what he’d been doing before. He wanted her to release this way. Pleasure tore through her body, her back arched, and her hips raised off the floor. Her fingers dug into the carpet, needing something to grip. Groaning loudly, she rode out wave after wave until finally she collapsed back onto the carpet and gasped for air, trying to catch her breath.
“We’re not done yet,” Brad said as he held a condom wrapper in his hands.
After he rolled it on, she spread her thighs open even wider. She felt absolutely wanton in this position as he placed her legs on his shoulders. She could feel him at her opening. Brad leaned forward and kissed her, and passion swept through her. Just as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his cock slid inside her.
The position they were in made it so he was able to enter her very deeply. With each pump, he hit the perfect spot, building her release again.
Tara reached out and wrapped her arms around his head, holding him in place to keep kissing him. Even with a hint of her on his tongue, finally kissing Brad was a dream come true.
His body began to tense, and she knew he was close. He reached down and rubbed her clit, and that’s all it took for her to explode again. He followed suit. She screamed out his name, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and lightly bit down.
Brad lay on top of her for a moment before he rolled off of her and propped up on his side, smiling at her. “Merry Christmas.”
“I think it’s still technically Christmas Eve.” She gazed into his almond colored eyes.
Brad caressed her cheek and lightly kissed her again. “I don’t know what day it is, all I know is I’m glad I got the present I wanted.”
“And what was it?” Her tone was laced with sarcasm.
He stared into her eyes. “You. I wanted you. And if you don’t know that, I guess I did something wrong.”
“Just one time?” Tara had to ask.
“God, was it that bad?”
Tara laughed. “No, it was amazing.”
“Then I hope we do this often.” The tips of his fingers traced circles on her arms.
“What about our friendship?”
“I want to be your friend, but I also want to be so much more. Do you want that?”
“From the moment I met you,” she confessed.
He kissed her again, and she enjoyed the feel of his lips on hers. Tara didn’t want the kiss to end, and when he pulled away, she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.
Brad grinned at her. “We’ve wasted too much time wondering if the other felt the same.”
“You know...” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I asked Santa for a pony but got a stallion and I think it’s only fair I get to take a ride.”
Brad laughed. “Let’s take this ride on a softer terrain.”
“I suppose we can, but I warn you, I like it rough and fast.”
Brad groaned and stood up. He then reached out to help Tara off the floor. He picked her up and carried her to her room. After he laid her on the bed, he climbed beside her and said, “I’m sure glad Santa got my letter and delivered early.”
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