Page 26 of Christmas with my Three Best Friends

She laughs lightly and leans over. Our lips meet, and it’s a sweet, tender encounter before I let my tongue go on a conquering rampage. A moan escapes her throat as I run my fingers through her hair, clutching tightly at the back of her head. “Oh, Jax,” she breathlessly says.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

I pay a concierge to carry the bags to her room while Shay and I grab a quick drink at the cocktail lounge bar on the ground floor. We skip dinner and retreat to my room for the evening—we’ve already had our fill with New York staples of the street food variety. Besides, we’re both hungry for something else entirely.

As soon as I close the door behind me, Shay slips out of her boots and jeans, turning around to face me with a playful smile.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Making myself at home.”

“Oh, really? That’s audacious.” I smile as I watch her take her white wool sweater off. My gaze wanders along the delicious curves of her body, fingers itching to get the matching pink lingerie set off. Her panties are wet with desire. Shay is an incredibly sexual fiend despite her lack of experience. It was an honor to be one of her first, and I’m certainly eager to explore this side with her. “Stop, don’t move,” I say when she reaches for the bra clasp between her full breasts. “Wait a second.”

“Okay…”

“Ah, so, you do know how to obey,” I reply, hunger sizzling within me. My voice is low and thick, as thick as my cock at this point, every inch of me aching to be inside her. “Come here…”

“You could ask me nicely,” she chides playfully.

I shake my head. It’s time to show her who I really am and see if she still likes me when I’m done. “Come here, I said.” To my surprise, she obeys with wide, glistening eyes. “Undress me. Slowly.”

Her lips press into a playful thin line as she pulls my sweater over my head, first. I watch her gaze wander over my muscles and tattoos. She sees the scars and recognizes them from our previous nights of intimacy. I haven’t told her the story behind these cuts, though. Maybe I should.

“Don’t you want to know where I got them?” I ask as she stares at one of the pale lines running up my arm. She gives me a subtle nod. “I broke up a gang fight about five years ago. These kids in my old neighborhood were going at it with knives. I was training half of them at the community center in my spare time.”

She runs her fingers over the scar. Her touch alone is enough to send liquid heat coursing through my body. “They cut you,” Shay mumbles.

“They didn’t mean to. But at least it stopped them from fighting each other. I was bleeding and close to passing out, so they threw the blades away and called me an ambulance. By the time the cops got there, the kids were gone. When I saw them again at the community center, they were like little lambs. Of course, as soon as I was allowed to fight again, I took each of them to the mat and beat the shit out of them,” I reply, almost laughing as I remember the sheepish looks on their faces. “It’s how you talk sense into hard heads. Some people like it rough.” I pause when I see her eyes moving downward. It’s making my cock twitch. “Take the boots off next.”

Shay drops to her knees, ever so slowly, and unties the laces first. One by one, she removes my boots, occasionally glancing up at me. I give her a reassuring smile when our eyes meet, and she seems to enjoy this particular moment. I can tell from the way she keeps licking her lips. Her nipples perk up when she realizes she needs to get rid of my jeans, as well.

“You know what you have to do,” I say, my gaze never leaving her.

With trembling fingers, Shay unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down along with my boxers. I help her out at the bottom, my erection glistening, aching for her. She looks up and smiles. It’s all I can do to stop myself from claiming her right here, right now. But I want this to last. I want this night to be the best night she will remember with me.

“What, now?” Shay asks, her voice as sweet as syrup.

“Taste me,” I say.

She takes a deep breath and a firm hold of the base of my cock. Squeezing slightly, she licks the drizzle of pre-cum off the tip, swallowing it with a satisfied grin. “Oh, I’d like more of this, please…”

“You don’t call the shots here, baby,” I shoot back. “Take it all, like a good girl.”

Shay knows where this is leading, and she is beyond excited as she opens her mouth and practically slurps me down like her favorite popsicle. I curse under my breath, my muscles tightening as I feel the wet warmth of her mouth around me, her tongue gliding along the shaft.

She moans softly as she suckles the tip, taking her sweet time and using her hand to stroke the base, while the other focuses on my hardened, full balls. I take her by the head, handfuls of hair pouring between my fingers, and hold her in place as I move gingerly back and forth. Shay relaxes the back of her throat to let all of me in, like a fucking expert.

“You were made for this,” I manage as I thrust deeper and faster.

Tears trickle down her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop me. She loves it. She wants more. She likes having her mouth fucked like this, and the universe is my witness that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted. I revel in the sensation, feeling every sweet inch of her tongue, the sloppy slurping as I pull out for just a moment, for just long enough for her to catch her breath.

Her mascara is smudged, but her eyes are on me, smiling as she is close to unhinging her jaw for this. It’s too good. And she is anything but overwhelmed. I’m possessing her in ways I thought would scare most women, yet Shay is very much on her knees and welcoming everything I’ve got to give.

I can go a little further, so I stop and take a step back. She tries to get up, but I raise a hand to stop her. “I didn’t say you could get up, Shay.”

“Okay.”

“You stay there, on your knees, and take your bra off.”

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