Page 51 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

Swallowing hard, I keep enough of my sense to close the door behind me before stepping in front of Jake. The toes of our shoes graze as I tip my head back to look up at him. I still can’t tell how angry he is with me, and the dilation of his pupils is no help.

His long fingers come up to trace my bottom lip, dipping in a fraction as his nostrils flare. His voice is a low grumbling demand as he says, “On your knees.”

Anticipation slices through me before I lower myself to my knees in front of him, neck craned to look all the way up his body. He’s hard against his slacks, thick and waiting. I pulse with the kind of desire I’m not used to.

After a pause, he reaches up to unknot my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders and down my back. Jake doesn’t move, drawing out every second of anticipation he can before I go absolutely crazy with the need to have his hands on me. His mouth on mine. His cock inside of me.

The three of them have turned me into an addict when I never thought of myself as particularly sexual.

Jake’s hand wraps itself in my hair, tight to the point of pain without hurting too much. My gasp sends a glint through his green eyes. His thumb runs over my lip again as he softly commands me to open my mouth.

I do as he says, cupping the pad of his thumb with my tongue as he slides it in. I close my mouth around the digit and suck.

Jake’s lids flutter to half-mast as I work his thumb. “Ready to use your newly acquired skills?”

I suck harder, balling my hands into fists with the want to reach out and stroke the length of him trapped in his slacks. Again, he leaves me waiting, watching for some sign I can’t fathom.

And finally, his thumb slips from between my lips as he pulls himself out—long and proud, the only peek of flesh in the long lines of his dark blue suit. His hands fists around the base, precum glossy on the tip.

When I lick my lips, I catch an almost indecipherable shiver in him. I only wait another second before that velvety head presses at my mouth. Sucking him down offers me a chorus of groans, but I keep my gaze on Jake’s as I take him.

Without the distraction of two other cocks, I concentrate on every ridge and vein of his shaft, tonguing and suckling and grazing gently with my teeth until Jake’s hand convulses in my hair.

Slowly yet all at once, he’s thrusting down my throat, taking me with brutal efficiency. All I can do is keep myself open to him, brace my hands against my knees, and breathe.

As much as I don’t like giving anyone else control over my life, this kind control is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Something I never knew I wanted. Especially with the way he looks at me.

Like I am the center of his universe.

JAKE

Paige is fucking perfect.

She sits prettily on her knees, hands alternating between splayed and fisted on her lap, and completely relaxed as I fuck her mouth. But best of all, she stares into my eyes the entire time, even as tears stream down the side of her face.

I can easily come like this—with her so submissive and willing under the force of my hips.

When I draw back, keeping just the tip of my cock in her mouth, she closes down around it, sucking with the kind of magic that might convince my soul to leave my body.

I pull my cock free with a pop, and Paige pants, mouth open and still pliable. Snapping my fingers at the guys, I can’t look away as another cock appears in my periphery. Twisting my grip, I turn her toward Eli and his turn.

No one argues as I maintain my hold on her and help her swallow him down. She doesn’t need more than a little encouragement before he’s able to find a heavy rhythm.

“God, I bet she’s soaked,” Henry says with a reverent breath.

I bet he’s right. The sultry slant of her eyes asks for more, but not yet.

Once Eli starts panting, I pull her off of him.

Henry shakes his head. He wants other things, wants to be in control of her if he’s going to take her mouth. I can’t blame him.

When she meets my gaze again, I give her a small smile and lean down to wipe the spittle from her chin. “Good girl.”

Although she doesn’t move, I can see the pride preening in her vibrant eyes.

“Why don’t we make you a bit more comfortable?” I unravel my grip on her locks and help her to her feet, holding her by the elbows as she wobbles a little.

Once she’s stable, I draw my hands under her jacket and peel it away to reveal the buttery material of her top. Squeezing her waist, I want to rip the blouse from her and feel her wonderfully soft skin. I want to shove her back into the seat behind her, tear her pants from her, and plunder that sweet pussy for everything I’m worth.

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