A Very Cougar Christmas
Copyright
© 2008 Winterheart

The rain was relentless. Not that Vincent cared. He had no reason to go out in it. However, the scene outside his window was damned dreary and depressing. The condo complex he lived in was landscaped to be all woodsy with twisting streams and paths that included little bridges. The huge plate glass window of his spare bedroom/office looked out over the bridge that led to his building. His condo and his neighbor’s shared a path to their combined front deck. On the backside of their building were two identical condos, but they were out of sight and another path led to them.

The rain had been coming down in sheets all day. Now, at three in the afternoon it was almost as dark as night. Still, Vince could see that the complex’s streams were swollen and rushing beneath the bridges, the pathways flooded and muddy. He felt bad for those residents who had to lug something home in this weather. The garages were all pretty far from the condos themselves. It would be easy to slip in the mud and water and drop whatever you were carrying.

As if his thoughts had conjured up a victim, his neighbor came slip-sliding into view. She wore a traditional business type tan raincoat with the hood pulled up to cover her head. Instantly, Vince’s eyes went to her feet, because usually she wore ridiculously high heeled shoes. Today, however, she wore bright red rubber boots that reached her knees. The heels were clutched in her hand along with what looked like a small gift bag. When she stumbled over the bridge, clumsy in the big boots, he saw that the bag wasn’t a holiday bag, but a birthday bag, which was odd since it was Christmas Eve.

He watched in amusement as she shuffled toward their deck, obviously unused to wearing such awkward footwear. Standing at the corner of his window he could see her step onto the covered deck. She reached up and pushed the hood back. Her honey colored hair was tousled and her mascara had run. She looked completely disheveled. In the year he’d lived next to her, Vince didn’t think he’d ever seen her with a hair out of place. Today, she looked like a designer version of a bag lady.

She sat the bag on the railing so she could take out her key. He stretched on his tiptoes to get a better look at her. The bag was definitely a birthday bag. So either she had bought a gift for someone else or it was her birthday. There was a thud as she went into her condo and shut the door.

Vince sat down at his desk and returned to staring out at the rain. He’d turned off all the phones in his house, hoping against hope to avoid his family. He’d already told them he was busy, on a deadline to finish coding the program he’d been contracted to create. However, the Warfield clan was big on holidays and despite his deadline, he knew they expected him to participate in the family Christmas revelry.

The problem was, now that he was past thirty, his family expected him to marry. For the past two Christmases, at least one of his relatives had brought along a friend in the hope that Vincent would hook up with her. They didn’t get it at all. He wasn’t ready to get married. And even if he was, he wouldn’t marry any of their friends. If he did, his life would be even more invaded by them. He was trying to get away from them, not give them a pipeline into his bedroom.

He sighed and looked at his computer monitor. The deadline wasn’t all that urgent really. He just needed an excuse to not go to the big Christmas Eve party at his aunt’s house and the big Christmas Day festivities at his parents’ house. He didn’t want to see his cousins and siblings and all the nieces and nephews and assorted other relatives. He just wanted a peaceful, quiet holiday in front of his fire with a lot of wine and some corny old Christmas tunes. Maybe he’d even make popcorn and watch It’s A Wonderful Life. Christmas alone sounded like heaven to him.

Movement outside his window caught his eye. A familiar brown uniform was making its way up the muddy path toward his condo. Who the hell would send a package on Christmas Eve? he thought.

The UPS guy disappeared from view and Vince stood up, preparing to go down to open the door, but no one knocked. He looked out the window and saw the courier rapping on his neighbor’s door. He frowned when she didn’t answer. The courier rang the bell. She still didn’t answer. That’s when the guy turned toward Vince’s door.

He was already on the stairs headed down, when the doorbell rang. He yanked open the door and the frowning UPS guy shoved a small flat box into his hands.

“It’s for your neighbor. She ain’t home,” he said, bounding off the porch and into the rain before Vince could tell him that she was home.

He shut the door and set the box on the hall table. The label said it was from Plain Brown Wrapper. Opening the hall closet door, he rummaged for a pair of flip flops. He wasn’t about to put on shoes and socks to stand on the deck and pound on Ms. Nikki Crawford’s door. He was suddenly feeling pissy that he even had to. Why the UPS guy couldn’t have just left the box propped against her front door was beyond Vince. Now, it was up to him to go out in the cold and damp to lean on her doorbell until she answered.

Pulling out the flip flops, he put them on and picked up the box with a resigned sigh. At least, he would appreciate the warm fire, popcorn, and old movie even more when he got back. He stepped out on the deck, leaving his front door ajar. Walking the five feet to her door, he was aware of the wind picking up and the rain becoming sleet. He shivered a little as he pushed her doorbell. He could hear it echo through her condo, but she didn’t answer.

Ignoring the rain, he leaned over the railing to see if her windows were glowing with light. There was none. The condo was dark. Even the porch light wasn’t on. He rang the bell again. Still no answer. Now, Vince was worried. Why hadn’t she answered the door? Even if she’d taken a shower when she got home, she should be out by now, he thought.

Vince pounded on the panels of the wood door, trying to remember where he’d put the phone number for the condo association. There was an emergency number for the manager who was supposed to have keys to all the units in case of emergency. In the year he’d been there, he still hadn’t given the guy his key. With the sensitive work he sometimes did, it went against the grain for him to give someone access to his home. Not that anyone needed a key anyway. He rarely left the house.

There was a loud thud just then and Vince jumped, spinning around. The wind had slammed his front door shut. He blinked at it. Had he unlocked the door when he walked out? he wondered, a stab of discomfort twisting his stomach. He walked over and tried the door. Locked.

Vince shook his head ruefully. It was ironic that just as he thought about how the manager had no need of his key, he got locked out. Now, it was imperative that he get his neighbor to answer the door. He needed to use her phone to call a locksmith.

He wiggled his frozen toes and pushed her doorbell again. Still no answer. He leaned his head against the panels of the door, listening for any sounds inside. Faintly, he thought he heard the sound of crying. With a frown, he closed his eyes and concentrated, pushing his ear closer to the seam of the door and doorframe. Those were definitely sobs he heard inside the condo. His stomach clenched and his chest began to ache. They were the most heart rending sobs he had ever heard.

Clutching the box to his chest, he pounded on the panels, calling his neighbor’s name. “Nikki! Open the door, it’s Vince! Nikki!”

In the year he’d lived next door to her, they’d spoken maybe a dozen a times. He’d introduced himself when he moved in. They’d said good morning or hi, how are you a few times. He’d asked her over for pizza one Saturday, but she’d declined and he hadn’t pushed it. She was cool and reserved, almost standoffish, and he wasn’t much better, always distracted and busy inside his head with work.

He thought about what she looked like. She was beautiful, really. Honey colored hair, long, but often worn in a chignon. She almost always dressed professionally, rarely in casual clothes. She was petite and always wore very high heeled shoes. With the four inch heels on, she probably fit under his chin. Measured against his height of six foot one, that put her at about five foot two. Her eyes were… green, he thought. Not dark. Her face was triangular, high cheekbones, pointy chin. Her skin seemed smooth and unlined, her age anywhere from thirty to forty five. She had that classic kind of cool beauty that was pretty ageless.

She came home late usually, after eight pm, often with a briefcase in her hand and a take out food bag. He knew she drove a nice car, a sporty Acura sedan in an understated shade of blue. She’d never brought home a date or a boyfriend that he knew of. He’d never known her to be away for the night either unless she was on a business trip. All of that added up to no love life, which was a little odd for such an attractive woman. A very attractive woman who was sobbing as if her heart was breaking while he stood on her porch getting frostbitten toes.

Vince listened at the door again. She was still crying. The sound was like a knife in his gut. It made him want to knock the door down and take her in his arms. And it made him want to shoot whoever had made her cry like that. His male protective instincts had been awakened and even if he hadn’t been locked out of his condo, he would have been pounding on her door, yelling her name to get to her answer.

He kept up the pounding for a good five minutes until finally he heard the sound of the locks being turned. The door cracked open wide enough that he could see her place was dark, no lights on. Her hair hung in her face, so he couldn’t get a good look at her.

“Nikki, a package came for you,” he said gently.

Her hand slipped through the small opening, reaching for it. Vince saw that her fingers trembled. He held onto the package, saying, “The wind slammed my door shut. I’m locked out. Can I use your phone to call a locksmith?”

She sniffled, withdrawing her hand, but she still didn’t speak. Vince’s heart turned over in his chest. She was obviously very distressed.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Nikki,” he told her in a soft voice. “I know you were crying. I promise I won’t disturb you. I just need to make a phone call.”

The door opened another inch, and he saw her push her hair back. Her face was streaked with tears, her mascara in black smears on her cheeks. She blinked at him, her green eyes huge in her small face, her soft mouth trembling. Vince was instantly beset with the strong urge to take her in his arms and comfort her.

She stepped back and opened the door wider, turning away from him. “The phone’s over there,” she said hoarsely, waving a hand toward the living room. “I need to wash my face.”

She disappeared down the hall and Vince stepped into her house, turning on the lights. Apparently, she’d come in, dropped her things in the entryway and commenced sobbing on the couch in the dark. Her wet raincoat was crumpled on the floor. Beside it lay the muddy rubber boots and the birthday gift bag. He picked up the coat and hung it in the closet, then set the boots on a piece of newspaper.

Bending to pick up the birthday bag, he saw that the tag said, “Happy birthday, Ms. Crawford.” It was obviously a gift from one of her staff since the tag was addressed so formally. He peered inside. The gift was a brooch, an enameled Christmas tree. Very pretty, but inexpensive and impersonal.

He set the bag on the half moon hall table and stepped down into Nikki’s living room. Her couch was cream colored, but one of the pillows bore the unmistakable marks of her tears, black mascara streaks. Vince picked it up and turned it around so it wasn’t obvious. The phone was on the glass coffee table. He picked it up, dialing information as he looked around the room.

She lived well. The furniture was expensive but warm and comfortable, a lot like his own stuff. She had expensive electronics just like him. The most feminine thing in the room though was a row of giraffes on the mantle. Wooden ones, china ones, ivory, a jeweled one that must have cost a fortune, one covered in fake hide… That’s when he noticed that she had other accents around the room in giraffe print fabric and had a few framed paintings and prints in the same theme. She was a giraffe fan, which seemed weird considering how tiny she was.

The other thing he noticed about her house was that there were no Christmas decorations. Even though he didn’t want to spend Christmas with his family this year, Vince had still put up a tree and strung lights through his banister. Stockings hung from his mantle even though he lived alone. Every room in his house had some kind of holiday decoration. He might be tired of the hectic boisterous Warfield family gatherings, but he loved Christmas.

He was on his fourth call to a locksmith when Nikki reappeared. She had changed into jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. Her honey colored hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail that emphasized the triangular shape of her face. Now that her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, he could see that she had little crows feet at the corners of her eyes and couple of lines between her arched brows as if she frowned a lot.

“Any luck?” she asked huskily, her hands thrust into the front pockets of her jeans.

He shook his head, and tried again to talk the locksmith into coming out on Christmas Eve. “I’ll pay you triple your normal rate,” he begged.

Finally, the locksmith agreed to come, but he couldn’t give Vince a definite time because he had three jobs ahead of him, the roads were turning icy, the traffic was bad, and it was a holiday. Vince hung up and looked at his neighbor. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry. He’s not sure how long it will be before he gets here,” Vince said apologetically. Nikki bit her lip, her shoulders hunching. “Look, I’ll call my brother to come get me. I’ll be out of your hair in half an hour,” he said in a rush, ready to do anything to wipe that bleak look off her face.

“No. It’s okay. It’s my fault you’re locked out. If I had answered the door when the UPS guy rang, none of this would have happened,” she replied, her voice whiskey rough from her tears.

She turned away, heading for the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?”

Her voice was cool and formal, and Vince knew it was a front. Even though she wouldn’t look at him, he’d gotten a glimpse of her eyes, and what he saw in those emerald depths was a despair that was barely holding back another onslaught of tears.

He followed her, for some reason not wanting to let her out of his sight. “A cup of coffee? Or some cocoa?” he replied. “I was just going to light a fire, make some popcorn and watch It’s A Wonderful Life when the UPS guy knocked.”

A shudder went through her when he mentioned the movie. It was apparently not a wonderful life for her, if the tears were anything to go by. Vince wished he could convince her that just like in the movie, sometimes things were just not as bad as they seemed.

Nikki reached into the refrigerator and pulled out some milk. He watched her pour some in a pan and turn on the burner, take out mugs and expensive Swiss chocolate cocoa mix. She knew he was standing there, but she acted as if she was alone in the kitchen, her movements deliberate and economical.

“If you have microwave popcorn, I can make it without burning it,” he said in an amused voice, hoping to coax a smile from her.

Her eyes flicked toward him, and she pointed silently to a cupboard. Vince opened it and took out a box of popcorn. Well, that hadn’t worked, he thought as he eyes her stiff back.

While the popcorn popped and Nikki made the cocoa, Vince looked for a bowl. She pointed to another cupboard and he opened it, taking down a big terra cotta colored bowl. Nikki pulled out a tray and put the mugs of cocoa on them. Vince set the bowl of popcorn on it and took the tray from her. She followed him into the living room and placed some napkins on the coffee table by the tray.

Vince seated himself in the corner of her L shaped couch so that no matter where she sat, she wouldn’t be that far from him. He noticed that she sat on the edge of the cushion as if she were about to jump up at any second. The tenseness of her shoulders gave away her discomfort and he saw that her white socked toes were curled under almost as if they were hands clenched into fists.

Vince figured the only way to break the ice was to be honest. Maybe then she would relax. “Nikki, I know we don’t really know each other although we’ve been neighbors more than a year. I know you were crying tonight. And I have to tell you that I’ve never heard anything so heart wrenching in my life,” he said simply. “If there’s something I can do to help, please tell me and I will do it.”

She lifted her head and her eyes met his. The bleak despair in those beautiful green eyes made his stomach twist. She looked at him silently for a long moment. Then she set her cup down on the table. An expression of determination settled on her piquant face.

“Vincent, am I attractive?” she asked finally.

He blinked. Of the things she could have said, that was the one he never would have guessed. “Yes,” he answered honestly. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Nikki looked at him thoughtfully and he wondered what the hell was going on behind those haunted eyes of hers.

“You’re sure you want to help me?” Her voice was husky, the whiskey soaked tones low.
He nodded, unable to help himself. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became.

Remembering the sound of her tears, her pain, knowing that it was still bottled up inside her… no one should feel like that especially on Christmas Eve. He just wanted to enfold her in his arms and make the pain go away.

Then her words shattered his warm feelings.

“Will you fuck me?”

~~~

Opening her mouth and uttering the words, “Will you fuck me?” was the hardest thing Nikki had ever done. She could stare down corporate raiders and manipulate reluctant board members, but asking a man for sex was not in her repertoire of skills. In fact, it had been at least a year and a half since she had last gotten laid, not that it had been any great shakes either. The only orgasms she’d had in the last five years were the ones her vibrator gave her.

Men were usually intimidated by her. Her cool demeanor, her business skills, her sharp intelligence, all combined to make her an ice queen that men were afraid to touch. The arrogant alpha types didn’t like how emasculating her success was and refused to be with her. The weaker beta or omega types were afraid they wouldn’t measure up, which meant, of course, that they never did.

Nikki didn’t know where Vincent fell in that spectrum. She’d been watching him for more than a year. He worked from home and was often distracted. She knew he made a lot of money or he wouldn’t even be able to afford a condo in this complex. He drove an expensive Jaguar. He wore a Rolex. She knew he had family because she’d seen them. A sister. Two brothers who looked a lot like him with the same silky dark brown hair.

She knew he watched football and occasionally smoked cigars on the deck. He had his groceries delivered. He didn’t have a pet. He played air guitar… Her lips twitched as she recalled seeing him once in the upstairs bedroom window with headphones on, jumping around strumming the air. Then her amusement faded as she remembered something else about him. He was younger than her.

Younger men had always appealed to her in the sense that they were hot, beautiful specimens of manhood. Who wouldn’t like looking at something beautiful? But take one to bed? Or have a relationship with one? No way. No how. She’d never met a younger man who appealed to her that way before. Yet tonight, looking at the honest expression on Vincent’s face, something shifted inside her.

Maybe it was the fact that it was her fortieth birthday, and it had been the worst birthday of her existence. Maybe it was because she couldn’t face another birthday, let alone another Christmas alone, without a single person who cared about her. Maybe it was because she’d been watching him for a year and deep inside she’d yearned to reach out to him, to make friends with him, to know him, to touch him…

She looked at him now, his amber eyes wide with shock. He was handsome, intelligent, and kind, everything she liked most in a man. In her socks, she only stood as high as the middle of his chest, and his size made her feel feminine and delicate. Breathing in his scent, a mixture of some kind of aftershave or cologne and his own masculine smell, she felt heat pooling in her lower body.

The moment the words fell from her lips, she’d known that she had wanted him all along. Since the moment she’d first laid eyes on him. But he was her neighbor and he was younger. He was everything she could not, should not have.

“No.”

His refusal echoed in her head. Dear God, he was rejecting her. How embarrassing… how… painful… The pain overrode everything else actually. Unable to stop herself, tears filled her eyes. There was a rushing in her ears. Vincent said something and she had to shake her head to clear it. She stared at him blankly, her heart and body aching.

He frowned. “Nikki, did you hear me?” he asked, scooting closer to her on the couch. “I won’t fuck you, but I’d be more than happy to make love to you.”

Vincent’s softly spoken words, the expression of concern and growing desire on his face, overwhelmed her. The tears that filled her eyes spilled over. She swallowed hard and Vincent groaned. His hands reached out and pulled her against him. Her eyelids fluttered down as his lips touched hers.

His mouth was firm and warm, his kiss teasing her lips open. His hands were warm on her back as he tugged her closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest. She shivered when his tongue swiped along her bottom lip. When he raised his head, her eyes opened. Those beautiful golden irises were like flames, his desire plain to see.

“Do you know how many times I wondered if you had a boyfriend?” he asked.

She shook her head. Vincent laughed a little, a self deprecating sound. “Every time I saw you,” he admitted.

Nikki looked away, scooting back on the couch, her body angling away from his. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve always been attracted to me?”

“Yes. Not that I wanted to admit it.”

When her eyes shifted back to his, she could see that he was a little uncomfortable. “You’re a very self possessed woman. It’s hard to get close to you. Whenever I tried to talk to you, you walked away, as if you didn’t have time for me.” A short, humorless bark of laughter escaped him. “You’ve been very hard on my ego, Nikki.”

“I didn’t mean to be, but your age and… and…” she stumbled to a stop, not sure what to say about their age difference. She wasn’t even sure exactly how old he was. He looked like was about twenty eight.

His hand caught her chin, turning her face back to his. “I’m thirty two years old. I’m not a kid, Nikki.”

Suddenly, she felt the weight of her horrible birthday again. “I’m forty years old today, Vincent,” she whispered, her expression bleak. “I’m forty and there is no one in this world who cares about me. My executive staff gave me rain boots. My assistant gave me a brooch. I have no one to go to dinner with. No one to come home to. No one to spend Christmas with. Not even a girlfriend. I’m pathetic. A forty year old loser at life.”

Wrapping his arms around her, Vincent rocked her against his chest. “That’s not true. You came home to me.”

“No. You only came over because I didn’t answer the door for the UPS man.”

“If you had given me a chance six months ago when I asked you over for pizza, you would have been coming home to me,” he told her arrogantly.

She remembered him asking. He’d said it very casually one Saturday morning at the mailboxes. His tone had been offhand as if he didn’t really care if she came over or not, so she’d turned him down.

“You really want to make love to me?” she said into his sweatshirt.

Instead of answering, Vincent took her hand and placed it on the button fly of his jeans. She gasped, feeling the hard throbbing flesh beneath the denim. Her eyes met his.

“I-I’m older th-than you,” she stammered.

An annoyed expression crossed his handsome face. “Seven and a half years. That’s nothing. You’re still young. You can still have kids. Age is just a number,” he told her firmly.

“K-kids?” she gasped, her eyes wide.

He grimaced. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m putting the cart before the horse. Right now, I just want to get between your thighs. Now, shall I take you upstairs, or shall I light a fire in the fireplace and proceed to give you rug burn on your ass?”

The deep despair and loneliness that had enveloped her earlier was suddenly gone. She looked up at Vincent. His sexy smile, filled with desire and anticipation, had her heart thudding in her chest. He wanted her. He really, truly wanted her.

“I don’t care,” she breathed, answering his question. “I just want you.”

“In that case, I have an idea.”

He got up and lit the fire. As soon as it blazed to life, he reached down and pulled off his sweatshirt. Nikki gazed up at him, watching the slabs of golden light from the fire slide across his wide chest. He was gorgeous. Perfect abs, cut and ridged. Long arms with defined biceps and rock hard forearms. Firm pecs and shoulders that rippled with muscle. A line of dark hair bisected his abdomen and disappeared behind the waistband of his jeans. He was so beautiful Nikki wanted to cry and she hadn’t even seen all of him yet.

“Your turn, sexy lady,” he murmured, reaching out to pull her to her feet.

His long fingers slipped under the hem of her sweater, teasing the soft skin of her waist. Nikki sucked in a breath, her nostrils filling with his scent, as he eased the sweater up. The soft cashmere glided up over her unbound breasts, baring them to his eyes. As he stared at her, the tips hardened. While her arms and his hands were tangled in the sweater, effectively cuffing them both, Vincent bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He suckled her gently, his tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. Nikki whimpered and wriggled, trying to get her hands free so she could touch him, but her arms were caught tightly in the sweater.

Vincent switched to the other breast, just for a moment. Then he lifted his head and pulled her sweater over her head, freeing her arms. He gently tugged the hair band from her ponytail and her thick hair slid down over her shoulders. He bent his head again, nuzzling the spot where her neck met her shoulder, his face buried in her hair. Nikki shivered as his tongue tasted her skin and his hands cupped her breasts.

Tentatively, she reached out and placed her hands on his ridged abs. He sucked in a breath and her fingers slid up, exploring his chest and shoulders.

“Do you like what you see, what you’re touching?” he murmured, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed.

“Good.”

He reached down between them and she heard the buttons on his jeans pop open. His hands brushed her thighs as he pushed his jeans off. She looked down and sucked in a breath. He was naked. Beautifully naked. Rampantly naked… with a huge erection. An erection that was pierced.

“Oh, my God. Didn’t that hurt?” she gasped softly.

Vincent shrugged. “Not in the way you’re thinking. Besides, you’ll like it, trust me.”

She eyed the piercing. There was a curved barbell looking piece of jewelry through the underside of his cock head. The ball at the end of the jewelry stuck out past the end of the head and underneath was another ball. It dawned on her exactly where that jewelry was going to touch when he was inside her. Heat flooded her pussy.

Her eyes flew to his. He was smiling wickedly. He obviously knew exactly what she was thinking.

“It’s called a PA or a Prince Albert. Dumb name, but like I said, you’ll enjoy it.”

As she stared at his thick cock, Vincent’s hands reached for the waistband of her jeans. He unzipped them and pushed them down, his hands curving over her ass. She stepped out of the jeans. Vincent’s fingers stroked along the line of the lace thong she wore.

“Jesus. You’re fucking hot. I knew you were beautiful, but damn,” he whispered.

Nikki felt excitement and pride spread through her. She tried to keep herself in good shape, but she worked so many hours it was hard to find time to exercise. At her age, she knew there were a few less toned spots, but overall she thought she looked okay. Hearing Vincent say she was hot was exciting.

He pushed off the thong and his fingers brushed over her mound. “Holy shit. You wax.” His voice was reverent.

Now, Nikki felt even more proud of keeping herself up. She regularly had all her pubic hair removed and had for years. Her last real boyfriend had said there was something naughty about fucking such a tiny woman with a hairless pussy. She wondered exactly what Vincent felt, but could tell that he liked it.

He brushed the backs of his fingers against her hairless mound. “That feels so damned soft,” he murmured.

Before she realized his intent, he slipped a long finger inside her. She sucked in a breath, grabbing his forearms for balance. Their eyes met.

“You’re so wet. Do you want me, Nikki?”

“God, yes! You have no idea how much I want you, Vincent. Please fuck me!”

He eased his finger out of her pussy, pulling her down to the carpet. For a moment, she wondered about the rug burn. Then he rolled to his back, yanking her on top of him. With one hand, he guided her mouth to his. His hips flexed and he rubbed his cock against her wet flesh. Nikki moaned and sucked on his tongue.

As they kissed, she felt him feeling around with his free hand. Her eyelids lifted in time to see his hand coming out of his jeans pocket with a fist full of foil packets. As the condoms spilled on the carpet, Vincent broke the kiss and ripped open a packet with his teeth.

“Help me put this on,” he panted.

Nikki took the condom from him and encircled the base of his cock with one hand. She positioned the condom at the tip of his head. She frowned at the jewelry and he said, “Like this,” stretching the condom out and over the jewelry. Then he started to unroll it, but she pushed his hand away and stroked down the length of his erection, unrolling the condom as she went. Once his cock was encased in the latex, she stroked him lightly with her fist.

Vincent groaned. “I want you, Nikki. Being here with you is like a dream. I’ve wanted you so long.”

She rocked on her knees, leaning over him and rubbing her hard nipples against his chest. He kissed her again, his tongue rubbing against hers. She tilted her hips and he guided his cock into her wet depths. As she slid down on his thickness, she could feel the balls on the PA’s jewelry pressing against her through the condom. She shuddered. It felt amazing. His dick was stretching her, filling her, and the jewelry rubbed her G spot exactly.

Their eyes locked as her hips began to undulate, her body gliding up and down on his cock. Sweat sheened them both as she moved more quickly, pushing herself toward her orgasm. Vincent’s fingertips parted her folds and found her clit. He rubbed it and she cried out, the stimulation almost too much to bear when coupled with the feel of his cock and the PA jewelry.

“Jeez, Nikki. You’re so damned tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can hold out much longer.”

Nikki tossed her head, her long hair falling around them as she leaned in to kiss Vincent. His hands cupped her hips and hers gripped his shoulders, using them for balance as she rode him hard. She felt her skin flush and knew she was close. The feel of the jewelry had her shuddering from his very first thrust. Pre-orgasmic ripples had already been quaking her body, causing her pussy to clamp down with each thrust.

He flexed his penis inside her and the jewelry thumped her G spot. With a muffled scream, Nikki came. She trembled and jerked, twisting on Vincent’s body as heat seared her from the pelvis outward. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned his name.

Vincent thrust inside her several more times, each one causing more orgasmic quakes in her. Her muscles clamped on him so tightly she could tell that he could barely move within her. Apparently, what little he could move was enough though because he came with a loud groan, his fingers tightening around her hips. She collapsed on him, sucking in great gasps of air.

~~~

Vince felt like the king of the world. The woman he’d wanted for a year was lying on top of him. Her pussy pulsed around his cock. Little tremors still rocked them both. He wondered how much better things would get once they were in bed…

Nikki lifted her head and looked him in the eye. “This is the best birthday present I’ve ever had,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Me, you mean?”

“Mmmn hmmn.”

Vincent looked at his watch. It was still early. “It’s still your birthday. Maybe you’ll get another present that you like better,” he told her. She snuggled against him, her face rubbing his chest. “Hey, don’t go to sleep!”

Nikki’s eyes opened, the emerald irises glowing a little in the firelight. “Take me upstairs, Vincent. I don’t want tonight to ever end. I don’t want this feeling to end.”

He slid his hands up her back, marveling at the satiny texture of her skin. “What feeling?”

“Of belonging.”

His heart turned over in his chest. He remembered her saying that she’d been crying because she felt so alone. He wished he’d known it was her birthday. He would have gotten her a gift. Then he remembered the package from UPS. He lifted her carefully off him.

“Get the condoms, love, and lead the way to your bed,” he told her. As they passed through the entry hall, Vince grabbed the small flat box from UPS.

When they reached her bedroom, Vince saw a lone, wistful, reminder of the holiday. On the night stand was lamp that looked like a lit up Christmas tree. Nikki walked over and turned it on, lying the condoms next to it. She turned and saw the package in his hand.

“What is that? And who sent it?” She reached for it, turning it over in her hands. “What is Plain Brown Wrapper?”

“Open it,” he suggested.

They sat on the side of her bed while she opened the box. Inside, was a pink plastic blow up chair with a huge pink dildo attached to the seat.

“Now, that’s what I call a birthday gift,” Vince said with a smile.

A card fell out of the box. Nikki picked it up and read it out loud. “A beautiful woman should never spend Christmas alone or without orgasms. Please spend Christmas with me. If you can’t or won’t, then at least spend it fucking my chair so I can think of you on it.” Her eyes shot to his in surprise. “This is from you!”

He smiled, pleased with her shock. “Yeah.”

“You arranged for this to be delivered to me today.”

His smile widened. “Yeah.”

“I screwed it all up by not answering the door,” she wailed.

Vince shook his head. “No, you didn’t. Everything turned out so much better because you didn’t. Being here in your bedroom with you is much better than us sitting on my couch watching It’s A Wonderful Life.”

She looked at the chair, looked at him, then held it out to him. “Blow it up, please. I want to ride it for you.”

Feeling his desire rising once more, he took out the small pump and blew up the chair, sealing it shut. Nikki eyed it carefully before going into the adjoining bathroom, and returning with a bottle of lube. She oiled up the dildo. Their eyes met and she kissed him hard. He sucked in a breath, his hands automatically coming up to cup her breasts and tease her stiff pink nipples.

They kissed for several minutes as Nikki stroked his cock with her lube warm hands. Vince could smell peppermint and realized the lube was the flavored stuff, something that gave him wicked ideas. He broke the kiss, backing Nikki toward the chair. She spread her legs, straddling the pink plastic, her green eyes holding his. She slowly sank down onto the chair, one hand holding his for balance, the other guiding the thick pink dildo into her wet pussy.

When she was seated on the chair, its dildo fully within her, Vince drew a shuddering breath. “Fuck it for me, Nikki,” he whispered, reaching for his cock.

He stroked himself as she began to rock on the chair, bouncing a little and making her perfect tip tilted breasts jiggle sensuously. Her hands slid down her thighs, then up her torso to her breasts. Vince’s breathing grew rapid and uneven as he watched her caress herself and fuck the chair. A faint sexual flush tinged her creamy skin pink, and he could smell her arousal. His fist twisted on his stiff cock, the movement smooth and practiced.

Nikki looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion. The tip of her pink tongue flickered over her full bottom lip, wetting it. Vince swallowed hard. It was time to put his idea into motion.

“The lube, it’s flavored?” he whispered roughly, his voice harsh with desire.

“Peppermint,” she panted.

“Good.”

He stepped toward her, holding his cock out toward her. The head brushed her lips. The cool metal of the jewelry touching her mouth made her eyes darken. One hand came up and she brushed his fingers away, replacing them with her own. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and fed herself his hard length.

The warm wet rasp of her tongue as it snaked around the barbell and down the shaft of his cock, had his eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure. She sucked on him as if she was a little kid with a candy cane. Her eyes glittered in the light from the Christmas tree lamp and Vince could see how much it turned her on to suck him.

Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them until they tightened painfully, drawing up tight to his body. He reached down and pinched her nipples, rolling them, and tweaking them. She moaned, the sound vibrating the length of his swollen, sensitive erection. He sank his hands into her thick blonde hair.

“Honey, I’m gonna come,” he warned her, giving her every opportunity to pull back in case she wasn’t a swallower.

She redoubled her efforts and Vince felt like his cock was on fire. As he stared down at her, she thrust herself down on the chair’s dildo, shuddering. Her eyes blinked closed and the vibrations that thrummed against his hard cock told him she was moaning uncontrollably as she came. The sight of her coming, her skin flushing a deeper pink all over her torso, her skin rippling with reaction, completely set him off. He thrust into her wet sucking mouth. Her tongue flickered over the jewelry, rubbing beneath the head of his cock. Two more pumps into her mouth and he was filling her throat with his hot cum.

Her eyelids lifted and the green irises watched him with languid sensuality as her throat worked, swallowing every ounce of his juice. Vince shook with the force of his orgasm, and the force of his feelings for the woman who was sucking him. He’d always been attracted to her, but tonight his emotions had exploded all over the place the moment he’d heard her crying. As he stared at her, her mouth filled with his cock and his cum, all he could think was, Mine. My woman.

Nikki shivered, as he pulled his deflating member from her mouth. Bending, Vince slipped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her off the chair. He cradled her to his chest and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing her face against his warm skin. He settled them in her queen size bed, pulling her into his arms. Her long hair trailed over his shoulder, and he could smell its sweet scent despite the overpowering odors of sex and peppermint that permeated the bedroom.

“So you like my Christmas present?” he asked softly.

Nikki chuckled. “I like the birthday present better.”

Vince grinned. “Oh, you mean me?”

She nodded and her breath came out on a long sigh. “I’ve been alone a long time, Vincent. I don’t know how to be part of a couple…” she began and then stopped as her voice began to shake.

Vince cupped the back of her head and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “It’s okay. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that too. We aren’t kids. This is important so we’ll make it work, right?”

He said the words confidently, but inside he was praying hard. Please, God, let her want a relationship with him because he was falling so hard for her it wasn’t funny.

“The age difference?” she asked hesitantly. “Your family?”

Vince tilted her head back and kissed her love swollen lips. “My family will just be glad I’ve found someone. The age thing is meaningless. It’s just a number.”

“B-but you w-want kids a-and a family and…” Her voice trailed away uncertainly.

“Nikki, it’s too soon to discuss those things, don’t you think?” he said calmly. “And it’s not like I would have to give those things up to be with you. I saw your artwork downstairs, giraffe mothers and babies…”

Nikki sighed again. “I’m too old.”

Vince’s hands tightened on her and he rolled her beneath him, fitting his hips between her spread thighs. “Do you still have a period?”

She nodded, looking a little confused. “Every twenty eight days like clockwork.”

He grinned. Oh, God, this was going to be so perfect, he thought. “Well, then, my sexy cougar, you’re not too old to get pregnant.” He pressed his rising cock against her wet pussy. “Would you like me to prove it? My dick is rising to the occasion and I’m not wearing a condom. I can just slide myself right into your hot, wet depths and fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to knock you right up.”

Vince saw her swallow hard, her expression a little nervous, but deep in her green eyes he saw how turned on she was at the idea of him impregnating her. He couldn’t believe that this cool, beautiful businesswoman hadn’t been snatched up by some Alpha male who thought nothing of overpowering her and imposing his will on her, forcing her to be a woman, his woman, and not an executive. It had been all he could think of from the moment he’d met her. Now, his dreams were coming true because amazingly, the cool executive exterior she wore was just armor, hiding the soft, feminine tenderhearted woman from the cruel business world.

He thanked God that he was smart enough to realize that there was more to her than what she projected to the world. He only wished he’d tried harder to get close to her before this. He’d been aching for her more than a year and now it seemed as if that was a wasted year.

“But we barely know each other,” she protested, despite the fact that her hands were curving around his buttocks and she was rubbing herself against him suggestively.

Vince laughed. That wasted year maybe wasn’t so wasted after all, he thought with a wicked grin. “Oh, but that’s not true at all, my sexy cougar,” he purred as he lowered his head to hers. “We’ve known each other for more than a year.” His words brushed her lips and then he kissed her deeply, letting her feel the emotion that was rising within him.

When he raised his head, she twined her arms around his neck, pulling him back down as her hips tilted up so that his pierced cock head slid right over her engorged clit. “This is the best birthday ever,” she whispered again, as if she could barely believe it.

“And Christmas,” he agreed, rubbing against her. “Are you okay with the age thing now, Nikki? You know it means nothing, right?”

“Oh, I don’t know about nothing, Vincent. I think it means we’ll have a very cougar Christmas,” she smiled, her lips parting beneath the onslaught of his possessive kiss.