Page 55 of The Christmas Cookie Crush

With a hum of satisfaction, she does it again.

And then,fuck me, she starts to bob her head up and down, still sucking, her tongue still working, and if I weren’t already lying down, I’d collapse. It feels so good that I’m hardly aware of what I’m saying, a stream-of-consciousness narration of how good it feels combined with words that would’ve had me sitting in the bathroom with a bar of soap in my mouth if I said them as a kid.

When my balls draw up tight, I know I have to do something. Say something. Or I’m going to come in her mouth. And I don’t know if she’s okay with that. I was planning on rolling on a condom and finishing inside her, but this feels so amazing that it’s hard to get the words out. “Stop,” I manage to gasp. “Gonna come.”

She slows, which makes me whimper, pulling off and looking at me. “You want me to stop?” she asks, her voice husky, and I’m not sure if it’s a side effect of the amazing blowjob she’s giving me or her own emotion.

“I was about to?—”

“I know,” she whispers. “You can, you know. If you want.” Bending down, she gives me another lick and a little suck.

My whole body jerks, strung tight, my orgasm so close I could come from a stiff breeze at this point.

“You made me come with your mouth,” she murmurs, taking me into her mouth again for a brief second. “I want to make you come with mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please. Yes.”

And she sets back to work. In no time at all, lightning zips through my veins and out my cock, my whole body jerking with the intensity of it.

She stays with me until I’m finished, sitting up and running a finger under her lip, grinning at me. “There. Don’t you feel better?”

Jesus fuck. “Yes,” I groan. “So much better.”

Thank god we have all night.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Nora

“I hate saying goodbye to you,”Austin says as we get dressed the next morning. He pulls his shirt down over his torso and runs a hand through his brown hair before reaching for me. I let him reel me in, resting my hands on his shoulders as he wraps his arms around me, gazing into his golden eyes. He dips his head for a quick kiss, then pulls back and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “I miss you during the day. And after spending the night with you twice, I wish I could do it every night.”

“I think that would get expensive,” I quip, not sure why I feel the need to dispel the seriousness of the moment, but this feels too heavy, and I don’t know how to handle it.

He smiles softly. “True. But I can swing it. I’m saving a ton by staying with my grandparents, and I’ll live with them for the foreseeable future. I’ll probably want my own place at some point, but while Grampy’s still in a walker and they need help clearing snow, it makes the most sense for me to stay put.”

A sliver of guilt niggles at me. “It snowed last night. Are your grandparents okay?” I peeked out the window after I checked the forecast, and there are several inches of new snow on the ground.

He shrugs. “They’ll be fine. I’ll clear the driveway after I drop you off. But they shouldn’t need to go anywhere today.” He squeezes me tighter. “The point is, Christmas is in two days. Do you think we could get one more night together before then? Tonight or tomorrow night?”

“Tonight,” I answer definitively. “But I’ll need to go home after my shift today.” I’m scheduled to work the whole day, and while Austin’s taking me home, it’ll just be long enough to drop off my bag, grab a breakfast sandwich and coffee, and ride with Mom and Dad to ChristmasFest. Not enough time to pack for another night away. Plus, I should warn Mom. She won’t be thrilled, but being away tonight is better than being away on Christmas Eve.

“Do you have Christmas Eve traditions with your family?” We’ve talked about so many things, but that hasn’t come up. I wonder about it when we’re apart, but once we’re together, I get distracted by all the other things we talk about and do. “I assume you’ll spend Christmas morning with your grandparents, but I’d like to see you at some point that day too.”

He gives me another squeeze and a smile. “Of course. I want to see you too.”

“I got you a present,” I tell him, feeling suddenly shy. What if he hates it? What if he doesn’t wear a hat because he doesn’t want to, not because he doesn’t have one?

“You did?” he sounds surprised, like the idea of me getting him something didn’t even occur to him.

“You don’t have to get me anything, though,” I rush to reassure him. “You’ve already paid for two nights in a hotel and are about to pay for a third. That’s present enough.”

He grunts. “That’s as much of a present for me as it is for you,” he protests.

“Still. Plus, you made me the cookies. Which took a lot more time and effort than just buying something.”

He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he lets it go. After one more kiss, he releases me. “We should probably head out so you have time for breakfast and I have time to shovel before things open today.”

When I reach for my tote bag, he glares at me and picks it up. Grinning, I wrap my arm through his as we leave.

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