I was sent here to find my sister and stay undercover. I was failing miserably at both, but all I could focus on was that blonde, I was gone for. All I wanted was to make her happy and I will stop at nothing to make her mine.

  Which is why I had completed countless tasks, and delivered over a hundred items which included: a family heirloom doll, a statue made out of exactly 143 candy canes, a shrine to her made out of sea shells, a designer cake that had a three month waiting list, a sand sculpture in front of her shop, and now she wanted Cupid’s Bow and Arrow. Not only that, she wants to see it in action, and I’d have to figure out where she will be without any hints.

  When she told me this, I knew this was going to be it, I had to deliver. Where did it leave me? Promising my cousin Romeo Cupid, my 1964 Chevy Camaro, that I just got not even a month ago. That one had hurt a tad bit, but it will all be worth it when I finally have Crystal as my wife. I’d even had the bow and arrow delivered on a private jet. Now to go out with a bang. I needed a plan so crazy it would leave no doubt that I was the one for her.

  “You sure this is going to work?” I ask the drag queens whom I befriended a couple hours ago. I was sitting on a bench outside of their club, going through the last of my resources trying to find her. As they were walking into the club, they spotted the bow and arrow and began with their questions. . .

  Fully engrossed in my ordeal I told them my tale, minus the Santa part, including Crystal’s name. Imagine my surprise when not only did they know her, claiming her roommate worked there as a DJ, but she would be there tonight. Luck was on my side! If it weren’t for them, I would have not been able to pass this test from Crystal. The sneaky woman was going to drive me half insane.

  “It’s Crystal, she’s turned men down left and right. She’s even been known to pepper spray a few that wouldn’t take the hint, so if she’s let you go this far, I think you might make it. Besides, there’s no way she’s not going to love your little number, hell if she won’t take you I will.” Olivia Lightening Fuck, says to me making me chuckle.

  “Ok you’re up lover boy make this worthwhile.” Jessica Rabbid, the other drag queen that has been helping me tonight, calls out.

  I follow her out of the dressing room, behind the stage and up the stairs. The place is dark and everyone is paying attention to the music, for which I’m thankful as I need to be discreet to pull this off. Jessica helps me into my harness, hoping it’s sturdy enough to support my frame so I don't plummet to my death. The things I do for love. I know most people would find these types of feelings insane, but it’s my reality. I’m madly in love with Crystal.

  Wiping my sweaty hands on my boxer shorts, I attach the bow and arrow securely to my suspenders. Looking out to the crowd I see her sitting there smiling down at her watch, with a devious smile on her face. I know she thinks she’s bested me, but she’s got something else coming.

  “Ok lover boy remember, if you can’t remember the dance or the song…”

  “Pelvic thrust, side, side, pelvic thrust, and lip sync it until I can’t lip sync no more.” I repeat her earlier lesson.

  “Look at that; my boy is all grown up, easiest drag kid I ever taught. Now go get your fucking woman.” She says waving goodbye.

  When the lights go off, I take a centering breath and prepare myself. The song Santa Baby starts to play, at the same time as her eyes hit the stage, confusion clearly visible.

  “Crystal Sugarplum, there’s nothing I won’t do for you, including stealing Cupid’s bow and arrow,” I say descending from above and she finally realizes it’s me.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?! How the fuck did he find me?” I see her mouth to her friends while stomping her feet, but I don’t miss the glint of amusement in her eyes.

  When my feet land on the stage I start the little dance I memorized, and start my very own off-key rendition of Santa Baby, where I strategically change the words to all the stuff she’s had me bring her. Now for the grand finale, I fall to my knees belting out the last note.

  Needing to have her in my arms I jump off the stage and head in her direction. I lift her into my arms and take the kiss I’ve been dying for. When we finally pull apart, both equally out of breath and needing more, I realize I’ve ignored the friends at her table. Ready to introduce myself, my eyes fall on my sister who gives me a slight wave.

  “Brandie! Shit, I’ve been looking for you. It’s just, I met Crystal and…”

  “Nothing else mattered,” she says finishing my sentence, and glances at the brunette dressed in full on Christmas get up. “The same thing happened to me, so I get it.”

  “Wait, how do you two know each other? I thought you played for the other team, or do you like it both ways? I don’t care either way, but I am not someone’s second choice.” Crystal says to Brandie, then whispers to me, “You never did tell me why you were pounding on her door that day I met you.”

  “I’ve already said you’re the only fucking woman I’ve ever noticed. That’s my sister.” Doing the same as her, I whisper back the reason why. “and you would have known that if you would have let me finish that day.”

  “Well, fuck,” is her response. “Sis, we need to talk, but I gotta take my girl out of here. Can we meet for coffee in the morning?” I ask my sister who I can tell is not ready for this conversation yet. It’s better to get things straight later when we both have clearer heads, and right now all I want is to make Crystal mine once and for all. I pick her up carrying her out where I can finally get her alone.

  Now that I have her in my arms, I don’t plan on ever letting go. I make that clear when we step outside and she lets me know she can walk and I refuse to put her down. Right now I need her more than my next breath. The cat and mouse game we have been playing has been fun, but now I want her. I want all of her, and preferably in a bed where I can show her just how much I need her.

  “Where are we going?” She asks finally settling in closer to me as I walk with her to my car. I don’t answer her because the thoughts I'm having of her under me or how I want to wrap her around me, and finally sink into her pussy, has me ready to burst, and I hope I can last. Knowing that in minutes I will finally be with my one, my only, is taking all my concentration to make it home. I want this to be special. Although I don’t expect her to have waited for me too, I want to know I am her last, and that I will always cherish every moment of her.

  I unlock the car, place her in it and reach over to fasten her seat belt. Once I’m convinced she’s secured and not going anywhere, I give her a soft kiss. I run to the other side half expecting her to bolt. When I get in, I look over at her. She looks so pretty sitting there, I can’t help but feel the possessiveness start to take over.

  “Are you going to answer me? Where are you taking me?” She says her tongue gliding across her lips. The action has me adjusting myself, and thinking of anything but how good she would look with that mouth on me, as she is kneeling in front of me.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me wreck if you keep doing that. I’m taking you to my hotel, where I’m going to finally take what belongs to me. Because once you step through that door, there’s no going back. I’m yours, and your mine. Do you understand that, baby?”

  I expect her to try and get out of this, or ask me to do a million things more, but I don’t expect her next action. Her hand grips my thigh dangerously close to my raging erection that wants inside that heaven between her legs, and I know my pants are about to be stained from the precum.

  “My place is closer, let’s go there. I’m aching and I need you to take care of it.”

  “Fucking shit, wrapping paper, snow storm, badly decorated Christmas tree.”

  “What are you doing? I tell you I want you to take me and take care of this,” she says pointing at her pussy. “And you start spewing weird North Pole foreplay?”

  “I’m trying to not cum in my pants, and you pointing at your winter wonderland is not helping here.”

  Chapter Five

  Crystal

  His words cause me to burst out laughing, but in some sick winter joke, they turn me on too. Not being able to contain myself, I want to see him crack. I move my hand right over this dick, that I can see is more than happy to see me. I lightly graze it, and the man grips the steering wheel, until his knuckles are white.

  “I think you better get there quickly, I want to be on Santa’s lap. And naughty girls aren’t very patient.” I say applying a bit of pressure, to where my hand is.

  “You’re going to be the death of me. I already know it. Santa died days before Christmas cause he joined the dark side.”

  “Hmm, I like that. It would be my fantasy to corrupt old St. Nick, or well the hot young version.”

  “Shit woman, that mouth of yours is going to get us both on the bad list for eternity.” He says pulling out of the parking spot, and mumbling words under his breath that I know is him trying to keep himself under control. If it were anyone else it would look as if the man was praying for his life. He’s so laser focused on the road it almost makes me feel bad for torturing him, I can see my hand on his thigh is driving him insane. The evidence is in the sweat running down his forehead and the tick in his jaw. Seeing him this affected by me does something to my need for him. I want to make him this needy always. I’ve never had this urge, and I certainly never been this bold before, not ever having actually been with anyone else.

  Too distracted by him, I don’t realize we’ve arrived until he opens his door and runs over to my side. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his hips. My center making contact with his bulge, causing me to moan out loud. Needing to feel more of that, I shamelessly rock myself against him. The sensation that courses through me feels so fucking right, it has me doing it again.

  “Joe, you need to get upstairs and now.” I whisper against his ear.

  “What do you think I’m trying to do.” Suddenly we’re in a sprint, and I’m sure we look like quite the pair in the position we are in. Not opting for the elevator this man starts up the stairs two at a time, and now I’m wondering if he’s some kind of undercover ninja, with the way he moves. “You forgot to lock your car.” I warn him when I realize we just took off without securing the vehicle.

  “Let them take it, I gave up a 1964 Chevy Camaro for you, that rental isn’t going to stop me. I need to get you in that bed, because you grinding against me right now is making it hard to think. Fuck hard to breathe.”

  “Wait, 1964 Chevy Camaro, what are you talking about?” I ask as we hit the door of my apartment. Instead of answering, he pushes me against the frame and takes my mouth in a kiss that has me wanting to spread eagle and let him take me. Against the door, in front of everyone, while he beats on his chest and says he owns me. The way his tongue expertly intertwines with mine, has me clawing at his back. If this is how he kisses, I can only imagine what other talents he has with that mouth.

  Coming up for air we stop our kiss, our chests rising and falling in sync as we struggle to catch our breath. His forehead resting on mine, I look into his eyes.

  “I gave my cousin, one of the Cupids, my collector’s car in exchange for his bow and arrow. I still have to show it to you in action, but that was the tradeoff. Now can we go inside, so I can keep some of my manhood intact. I think I lost most of it when you rubbed your sweet pussy against me, and I was bagging it up for you to take as a souvenir.”

  Managing to nod, I hand him my keys, he unlocks the door, then kicks it closed behind us. I should warn him to lock it, but we live in a pretty guarded neighborhood and Kent is due back soon. Which means we need to get this show moving. Directing him to my room, he finally puts me on the ground, and we both rush getting rid of our clothes. Modesty hits me and I cover my parts as I turn around to face him.

  “What in the name of… what is that?!” I point to his dick. That can’t be average. He’s going to break me in two with that thing.

  “What… is it. Is it...I don’t know, not right?” He asks and he actually blushes at my exclamation. He really hasn’t done this before.

  “Oh I’m sure it’s right alright, but it’s huge. Is there like a, I don’t know, a button to make it shrink a bit. I’ve never… well you know. How is this gonna work?”

  When my words hit him, a smile takes over his face and he steps forward, closing the space between us. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “If by, you have a huge dick, and neither of us knows what we are doing, and don’t want to end up on an episode of Sex Sent Me to the ER - Florida edition, When Santa Attacked, then yes that is what I am saying!”

  “No, what I’m asking is if you’ve never had a man, Crystal? We’re going to be each other’s first? As in no one has ever made you scream with pleasure?” He whispers against my ear, grabbing my hips so I’m as close as I can be, and I can feel him against my stomach. My need for this man coming back and some of my nervousness easing down.

  “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I’m kind of scared though, I’m not going to lie. I get a little rude when I’m nervous.”

  He kisses my neck and I tilt my head to allow him easier access for trailing his soft kisses, that have me wet for him. “I got ya baby. I’m nervous too, mostly because I want this to be magical. I never gave this night much thought, and hell, maybe I would have prepared better if I had. But I’ll make this good for you, even if it takes all the Christmas magic in the world.”

  “I don’t need magic; I just need you. I like it that we’re both inexperienced and we’ll learn together. Ok?”

  “I’d love that. Now get on that bed, I’m pretty sure that’s a good starting point.”

  “I’d say that’s a safe bet.” I put my arms around his neck and kiss him. Joy seeps in through my once cold heart, and I’m ready to let him in.

  I get on the bed, his eyes on me, so much desire in those hazel eyes that it makes me brazen. Sitting up so I can watch him stare at me, as I spread my legs for him to see all of me.

  “Fuck, you’re just so beautiful, I am never going to tire of seeing you like this.”

  “Well if you don’t get on this bed soon, I’m not sure if that’s going to be true. Might change my mind and all.” I tease, but it pushes him into action. He’s on top of me caging me in, and there’s no escaping him now, and it feels so right. His length slides down my folds, making a raspy moan, leave my lips.

  “Shit, that… that felt good. But I’m afraid I'll hurt you if I don’t get you off first.” He says not giving me enough time to think as he kisses his way down my body, creating goosebumps along the way. When he finally settles between my legs, I feel his hot breath against my clit. He takes the first lick and I buck involuntarily.

  At my reaction, he does it again, and again. That tongue of his making me grind into his face. I’m so overwhelmed by all the sensations; I grip the sheets on the bed. My cries of his name filling up the room. Something big is coming, and I can feel it. I’ve touched myself before, but it is mild in comparison to what he is doing. Seeking some relief at all the intensity I grasp his head pushing him deeper.

  This only pushes him to lap at me faster, the ache in the pit of my stomach, feeling like it’s about to consume me from within.

  “Fuck, I think I’m cumming.” I yell out, ecstasy coursing through me. I’m grinding wildly, until he grabs my ass with both hands holding me still. His mouth attacking my bundle of nerves, sucking on it in between licks, I shout out my orgasm, but he continues through it, bringing me to a second one before I start to tap out.

  Exhausted and unable to bring my eyes open, I can only lay there as he climbs over me. When he kisses my lips, I open for him. Tasting myself on his lips is erotic, something I’d never thought would turn me on. Our kiss grows hungry, and I can feel how hard he is still. The man must be in agony and I want to be the one to relieve him.

  “Fuck me, Joe.” He goes to pull away, but I hold him in place. “Now Joe, I need you.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you. I can live off that sweet taste for all my life and still be satisfied.” He whispers, and his devotion to making me feel good, breaks the final wall in my heart.

  “Joe, I said I need you. Are you not going to give me what I need?” I open my eyes to take him in, indecision clearly tugging at him. He wants me so bad, but he’s willing to stop himself if that’s what is going to keep me from the pain. Well I’ve always gone for what I want and now I want him.

  “Fine can I lay on top of you then?” I ask.

  “Um… yeah, I think I can manage that.” He says, with turmoil in his expression. This man really is a saint. He lays on his back, when I immediately straddle him, I grab his length and position it at my entrance.

  Chapter Six

  Joe

  I’m trying so hard to be strong, and be what she needs, but I’m not sure I’m going to survive this test. My first taste of her has me addicted, and if that’s all I can have in order to keep her, I’ve already won the lottery. I know she says we’ll learn together but her initial reaction at my size has me worried, I might actually cause her harm. But as she asks me to let her lay on top of me, I hesitate. Her that close, is going to hurt. My dick is so hard, it practically wants to break off at any mere contact, yet I let her.

  I help her straddle me, only she doesn’t lay down, no she has her hand around my girth. “What are you doing?!” I ask, almost in a panic, I’m going to come all over both of us, and embarrass myself.

  “I'm doing what you are too stubborn to do.” She lines my dick up with her entrance, and before I can stop her, she pushes through her virginity.

 

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