A Naughty Christmas/ A steamy Christmas short story/ A Jordan Knight FanFic

Prologue

Prolongue

His hands were smooth, except his rough fingertips. I wouldn't have noticed this if he wasn't trailing them on my bare skin as his dark eyes bore into my own. I should have been cold. I was almost naked and seated on a marble countertop in the ladies' room with a man I'd met less than three hours previously, but I wasn't. The intensity of his gaze heated me as he stepped between my thighs, pushing me back against the mirror behind me.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmured as his lips captured my own. Despite how hypnotising his Boston accent was, I was glad he kissed me; I didn't need to hear his platitudes, I just needed him to set my body alight. Entering the bar, I hadn't been looking for more than a few shots of strong liquor to help wash away the working week in the build-up to Christmas, this... him... was an added bonus.

My fingers were like magnets to the dark, soft curls on his head, threading tightly. I tightened my grip, as he moaned into my mouth, which made my heart race more than it already was. The guy I'd picked up in the bar stepped away from me, my fingers dropping to the marble, his eyes shifting from my face down to the lacy bra barely holding in my breasts.

"This needs to go." His voice was husky as he slid the straps off my shoulders, once again trailing his fingertips along my skin, across my ribs. The cool air didn't have time to affect me as he hooked the cups of my bra under my breasts and took one of my nipples between his teeth. With a little pressure, he nibbled on the swollen peak while he mimicked the action with the roughened fingers on my other.

My head leaned back against the mirror behind me as I moaned at the feeling of pleasure that coursed from my nipples to my clit. Watching him suckle and nibble on my bare flesh was like magic, and I needed more, so much more.

"Fuck me." I moaned again as he moved his mouth over my skin, his five o'clock shadow giving me even more pleasure as he moved up my neck towards my mouth. "I need you to fuck me - now."

My words made him chuckle, and he wasted no time in sliding my underwear down my thighs. With a slight smirk he pushed my skirt up around my waist. But rather than get himself ready, he sank to his knees and ran his tongue up my opening, from bottom to top, sucking my clit between his lips and teasing me and making me pant heavily. The more pressure he placed on me, the louder I began to moan. I could feel that tell-tale tightening as my climax grew.

"Moan for me, sweetheart." The vibrations from his words and hot breath threw me over the edge, and I screamed as my orgasm took over me. I sank back against the cool mirror behind me, trying to catch my breath. As the man in front of me stood up, I realised it wasn't enough. I needed more.

"Will you tell me your name?" He asked as he smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Maybe, if you make me orgasm like that again."

"I'll take that challenge." There was a drawl to his voice, one that spoke to my pussy, making it quiver slightly more than I would ever admit to anyone, least of all I guy I'd just met and whose name I didn't know, and never would.

Holding out his hand to me, I took it without hesitation as I slipped from the marble. With another smirk, he slowly turned me to face the mirror. Within seconds, I was bent over the marble, the cold making my nipples harden. Behind me, I could hear the rustling of a condom wrapper.

"Sweetheart, you best hold on tight." I didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling as he spoke. I looked up at our reflection in the mirror, finding his eyes locked on mine. I watched as he looked down and then I felt it, the tip of his cock and the pressure as he pushed forward. He took hold of my hips, and I screamed in pleasure as he filled me with one thrust.

He failed to see that I had nothing to hold onto that wouldn't move, so all I could do was place my hands and forearms flat on the hard surface and hope for the best. Our pace was controlled by the unknown American behind me, he gripped my hips harder as he moved faster, our skin slapping against one another. Watching him in the mirror was a new experience, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face. His eyes were closed, and there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face as his head tilted back. It was more than a little empowering to know I was the cause of that. Coupled with the way he was pounding into me, my entire body felt as if I was not only on fire but floating six feet above the two of us. I leaned forward, making my feet tilt onto my toes, the marble biting into my hips and rested my forehead against the marble below me; the movement changing the angle which he was thrusting into me. Suddenly, I could feel my orgasm building again, and it wasn't going to take me long before I had to let go.

"I know you're close, let go sweetheart." Speaking through clenched teeth, he slammed into me, over and over, until I couldn't hold on any longer. Screaming even louder than before, I rode out my orgasm on him, pumping faster and harder than before. Just as my body began to go limp from my climax, I felt him shudder and heard him grunt out a guttural and indistinguishable string of words.

Maneuvering myself away from him, on very unsteady legs, I began to get myself dressed.

"What's the rush, sweetheart?" He asked, that same half-smile on his face.

"Gotta go. This has been great, but I have stuff to do." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek once I was dressed and picked up my bag and coat.

"Are you going to tell me your name now?"

"What's the point? We're never going to see each other again."

Without looking back, I unlocked the door and walked back out into the bar, loud music assaulting my senses.