Her gift is knowing what he wants before he wants it.

She’s been balanced on the crumbling edge of an orgasm for over two hours, her fingertips playing with her needy clit and slick lips as she kneels on the plush carpet of a midtown hotel suite. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, wrapped with a red ribbon. 

The smell of her pussy hangs in the air like fog, and mixes with the familiar lure of her perfume.

One of the business ties from his bedroom closet blindfolds her. The ends of the tie fall behind her, ticking the hairs of her neck. 

Her Cheshire eyes behind the blindfold are heavily made up, and closed in peaceful submission. Her wet mouth—rimmed with blood-red lipstick—is open. A rogue rope of saliva hangs from the edge of her lips. When it drips onto her naked tits, she gasps.

Soft leather restrains her tiny wrists, cuffed in front of her, allowing her fingers delirious access to her wet and hungry lips.  

A black choker curls around her neck like the tail of a cat.

Her nipples have been hard for hours. The thick weave of the carpet bites into her knees as she kneels, and a spot on her currently untouchable nose itches, but she calms her errant nerves by remembering the gentle baritone of his commands, the touch of his hand on her face, his fingers firm in her hair, his cock slapping at her tongue. His bottomless want for her is the thing she remembers most.

She’s waiting for him. She’s been waiting since she gave him the call. She kneels at the boundary between the ordinary world and the world they will create together.

Outside, snow is falling. It’s Christmas Eve. She’s his gift. She wears his ring.

#

The lock on the door between the hallway and the hotel door clicks like a twig breaking. He pushes the door open to inhale her heady mix of perfume and desire.

She kneels on the carpet before him. He knows she is trying to appear serene, but her blood boils beneath her skin, waiting for him, naked and bound, for the two hours since he got the call.

She cooed into the phone, her filthiest whisper. “I’ve got a present for you baby. You know how you always tell me I know what you want before you want it? I know what you want. I’ll be here, bound and kneeling and hungry for your cock. My mouth will be open for you. My fingers will be between my pussy lips. Mmm. And oh, baby, my nipples will be so, so hard. I’m pinching them now. Can you picture me baby? I bet you can.”

Her words trailed off into a coy whimper. “Come soon, baby. I’ve got a special gift for you.”

“Special gift” implies threesome, and threesome implies her crazy hot redhead friend Casey. They’ve talked about threesomes, and while he told her he was open to anything, it’s never happened. Perhaps tonight is the night.

His cock has been hard since he hung up the phone. Pre-cum stains the edge of his boxers as the door swings open between them. He slams it shut behind him, kicks off his shoes, sloughs off his jacket. He walks toward her, loosening his tie.

He asks, wonder mixed with disbelief, “Have you really been teasing your pussy for the last two hours?”

Her answer is a primal moan and a sharp intake of breath, followed by the squelch of her fingers sliding deep inside her. He stumbles, legs weakening.

“Pull up a chair, Grandpa, you’ll fall and break a hip.” Her laugh is a breathy growl. “Come here and let me take of you. I know what you want.”

“Before I even know it.” He kicks the ottoman over in front of her and drops down onto it before it fully quits tumbling. 

“Trust me baby.” She nuzzles his cock through his pants, purring. He can feel the vibration of her throat through the cloth. She reaches up with cuffed wrists and unzips him. Her tongue darts out at a dark dot of pre-cum in the cloth of his boxers and tastes him.

“Mmm, someone’s started without me,” she mews. His cock leaps out as she pulls down his boxers and licks at the slit of his cock. She sucks him dry and pouts theatrically. “I need more baby. Give me more.” She smothers his cock with her bewitched and bewitching mouth, taking him deep. She backs off and hovers over the trembling head, her tongue darting out to tease him, rapt as a hummingbird discovering a new source of nectar. She takes him to the edge, pulling the sexual tension taut, then holding it there.   

Abruptly, she pulls her lips away. His cock leaps and quivers. His eyes grow wide in surprise.

She slides off the blindfold and stares into his eyes, seemingly into his soul.

“I always know what you want, right baby?” Her voice is musical, a bell in the air.

“Yes,” he murmurs.

“Always?”

“Always.”

He sees a shadow emerge from the arch of the next room, and center in the doorway. Casey? Is it Casey?

It doesn’t look like Casey.

It’s not Casey.

#

A man is stepping into the room with them, fully naked, fully erect, a curious grin on his face.

“You said you were open to anything.” She is watching him react.

“I did say that.” He regards the stranger standing before him.

And even though she is not even touching him, his cock suddenly lurches, he’s cumming hard, swashes of it leaping onto her lolling tongue, and sluicing across her surprised lips. She pulls her eyes away from him and begins to clean his cock in long, languorous strokes. The room is dizzy with possibilities on this snowy Christmas Eve, and the night ahead of them long and unhurried, bright with the joy of unexpected gifts.