Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty (Festive Flames)
Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty: Chapter 18

She kisses me back.

Part of me wants to stop and ask Lily what’s going on in her mind, but I don’t. I’d never forgive myself for passing this chance up with more talking. The air around us is warm, the storm creates a blanket over everything, and it’s almost like we are frozen in time.

Like what’s about to happen won’t change anything, but it will certainly be worth it.

This kiss is slower than the hurried, excited smooch at the auction. Her lips are warm and soft. As we move against each other, delicately switching the angle of the kiss, her nose brushes against my cheek and the faintest taste of flour coats my lips. A few strands of her hair tickle my forehead, so I adjust my angle again and lightly cup her jaw.

Lily doesn’t pull away, and with each passing second, I grow bolder. I press a little firmer into the kiss and slot her lower lip between mine. Kissing her firmer, I gently apply some suction as we break apart, tilt our heads, and kiss one another once more.

Lily curls a hand into the open collar of my shirt and tugs me closer. Who am I to resist? Our angle adjusts as I lean over her, and I have to brace one hand on the other side of her legs to stop myself from falling over.

With my eyes closed, my senses hone to nothing but Lily. The floral fragrance of her shampoo mixes with the warm scent of cake in the air. The faintest taste of flour mingles with the sweetness from whatever left-over lip gloss has melted away.

We part briefly, and Lily gasps against me, panting into the few inches that exist between us. I open my eyes, and she’s already looking at me. Her eyes dart back and forth, taking me in, and there’s a moment, a single moment, when I think I should pull back.

I should stop this from going any further before we add more complications to the mess we haven’t had a chance to confront.

Lily lightly bites her lower lip and her eyelashes flutter.

I’m hooked.

I kiss her again, and her hand moves from my collar up to the side of my neck. As I deepen the kiss, her fingernails curl into my skin and a thrill of heat rushes down my spine.

Gone are the lingering cold from the storm and the brief burst of nerves in my gut. I want her. And she wants me. Nothing else matters.

Lily shifts, and somehow, we end up entangled on the floor with me hovering over her, scarcely allowing a breath between each kiss we lavish on one another. Both her hands slide into my hair and tug, drawing my head back briefly. Her lips press against my jaw once, twice, then she relaxes her hands and I’m able to kiss her deeply once more.

Balancing on my knees and one hand, my other slides from her narrow throat down to the swell of her breasts. Lily gasps against me and her lips part. I slowly tease my tongue into her mouth as I grasp and knead a handful of her breast through her shirt. Her hands slink down my shirt, teasing open buttons as they go until the fabric falls open.

The first touch of her fingertips against my chest is electric, and I flinch slightly at her touch. It doesn’t deter her as she strokes across my chest and down my ribcage, tracing the angular lines of my muscles. Her tongue weaves against mine, keeping up with the dance as I explore her mouth until my lungs burn. Heat flushes across my skin and prickles along my hairline. I’m too hot and yet not hot enough.

Lily’s hands slide around to my back and her nails bite into my flesh. She groans as I whimper, and I return the affection by ripping open her blouse. I glimpse her red bra for a second, then we kiss once more and I have to rely on touch. The lace is rough against my fingertips as I pull the fabric down to expose her left breast, then catch her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Lily’s legs lift to press her knees against my hips, and she holds me in place as she sucks on my tongue.

I break the kiss, peck her nose, and then dip down to take her stiff, dusky nipple into my mouth. As soon as I suck, Lily arches up into me with a loud moan and her hands once again bury into my hair.

Good to see some things never change. Her nipples are just as sensitive as they were back then.

“Please,” Lily whimpers. “I need you to—James!” She squeals suddenly as my hand skims the extremely ticklish spot across her ribs. She lurches with giggles, but I maintain my mouth’s seal on her nipple, sucking hard as I tease her. She squirms against me and pleasure jolts through me like a bullet when her thigh brushes against my aching crotch.

I’m so hard, one touch from her and I’ll surely explode.

“Still ticklish, then?” I tease in a low voice as her breast slips from my mouth.

She uses the grip on my hair to pull me up for a kiss, and I slide my hand back to her nipple, twisting and teasing the stiff nub. The rest of our clothes gradually fall away in between hot, breathless kisses and needy moans. They create a nest around us, along with several aprons, but I scarcely notice how hard the floor is.

Lily consumes me.

After teasing her nipples to the point of redness, I kiss down her abdomen and blow gently on her belly button, then I delve into the heat between her legs and kiss against her satin panties.

Lily’s thighs tremble and close around my ears, and her hands tug at my hair like reins. I drink it all up as her heady scent fills my nose. I kiss and lick through her panties until she’s so aroused that her own slick meets me through the fabric. Only then do I pull her panties down and kiss her heat.

“Oh, James,” Lily whimpers.

How I’ve ached to hear her moan my name like that.

I weave my tongue through her folds, shoving my face against her so that my cheeks part her outer folds and my mouth can devour every inch of her. From her clit to her entrance, I lavish attention against her heat and lick every silky, sweet spot I have access to. She rocks against me, moaning my name like a symphony that I only hear parts of as she locks her legs around my head.

It’s the best place to be trapped.

Louder and louder she moans as her juices coat my tongue, and her taste jerks me right back to seven years ago. I didn’t appreciate her enough back then, and now I’m determined to memorize every single detail. Lily gasps loudly and her legs clamp down around me as she trembles, whimpers, and comes with several loud moans.

I remain against her, eating her out until her quaking thighs fall away from my head and I can audibly hear her pant.

“Please,” she gasps. I kiss her clit, then kiss up to the rise of her pelvic bone.

“Ask me,” I demand huskily, rising to look her in her glazed eyes. “Ask me, and I will.”

“Fuck me, James,” Lily moans, scraping her nails lightly down my chest. “Like you used to. I need you.”

I kiss her briefly, sharing her sweetness between our dancing tongues, and then I pull back and guide her onto her hands and knees.

Lily’s full ass backs into my cock and drags a whimper right from the pit of my gut. It’s taking all my control not to come right there and then, but she’s so beautiful it feels like an impossible task. Lily tosses her head so all of her hair drapes past one shoulder, and I kiss down her spine.

With each kiss, she rocks back against me again and again until I reach the swell of her ass. Then I straighten up, grasp my aching cock in hand, and position it at her entrance. The first kiss of her pussy against my tip is molten hot, and my resolve crumbles. I’m fighting a losing game, but I will do my best so we will come together.

When I enter her, Lily moans loudly and she slaps one hand against the floor. Deeper and deeper I slide, drawing more and more moans from her until I’m fully sheathed inside. Habit has me rubbing her lower back, giving her time to adjust to my girth. She pants, wiggling her hips back and forth with each whimper.

I wait until Lily reaches back for me and then I start to fuck her. Within a few thrusts, she’s straightened up fully onto her knees with her back pressed against my chest. Her pussy tightens around me like a vise and in this position, both my hands cup her breasts to tease her sensitive nipples. Lily’s head rolls against my shoulder and her lips part, moaning openly as I twist, pull, and tease her nipples with each deep thrust inside her.

We kiss, a messy, open-mouthed kiss where we exchange moans and trade licks of our tongues, but soon, the pleasure is too much. I can barely think and the heat smothers me. She’s burning up against me, and I’m willingly throwing myself into the flames.

I fuck her faster and faster as Lily chants yes each time. Her hands cover my own, caressing my arms as I fuck her harder and faster, losing all control of my own pleasure. My hips become a blur, and the impact knocks whines and gasps right out of Lily’s lungs.

And then, I lose myself.

I come hard with a guttural yell, burying myself as deep inside her as I can. My cock twitches, pumping hot and desperate as Lily moans deeply. It’s only when she grips my wrists tightly that I realize she’s coming alongside me, and a deep satisfaction settles low in my chest.

We kiss and collapse down onto the floor with soft laughs and sweet, tender noises.

Lily doesn’t move. She lays there panting as I do what I can to clean her up with some spare towels and replace water in the fridge. She’s content in the nest, and she pulls me down to join her just as the entire bakery plunges into darkness.

“Oh, no,” she groans softly. “Looks like the power is gone.”

“Should we check it?” I ask as she cuddles into my side and rests her head on my chest. I cover her with some of the aprons, letting heat pass between us.

“We should,” Lily says softly. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Me neither.”

We stay like that, and sleep takes us both unexpectedly, leaving the last of the cake to half-bake in the cooling oven.

I wake the next morning with a stiff neck and a numb leg from how Lily ended up sleeping on top of me. She apologizes and stands with my help.

“Oof,” she moans softly. “You really wanted me to feel you today, huh?”

“Sorry.” I chuckle. “You were everything I remembered and more.” We dress quickly, but Lily doesn’t speak. In the harsh light of day, things feel different.

The storm is over and we aren’t in a bubble anymore.

“We need to talk,” I say as she pours us both a large cup of coffee in disposable cups.

“I know,” Lily sighs. “But… not yet.”

I want to press her, but at the same time, I don’t want to sour such a great night. Not when I can’t turn my head fully.

“I have to pick up Emma,” Lily says, checking her phone. Then she looks up at me, and my heart stops. “I’ll call you?”

I accept that and leave the bakery bundled up in my coat, cradling my coffee. The town looks like something out of a Christmas card with mountains of snow glittering up and down the street. The town square is a work of art with the trees covered in snow, and still, the colorful lights are gleaming through like stars.

The air is crisp and fresh, alarming my lungs as I breathe in deeply and walk toward the motel.

We really did that.

Lily and me.

It has to mean something.

As I walk, my phone bleeps. I’d left my phone in my coat all night and hadn’t thought about it once. I check it as soon as I reach the center of the square and stumble immediately to a stop.

There’s a bunch of missed calls and then a text from my mother.

She’s coming to town to drag me back herself.