Page 18 of Under the Mistletoe

He propped himself up onto his elbow, looking down at me, a soft smile on his face. “How was that?” he asked.

I stretched my arms over my head and smiled. “So good."

He brought his lips to mine, and I could feel his fingers gently running up the inside of my thigh, toward my centre once again. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up to the back of his head, my fingers twirling through his hair.

“Want to go again?” he asked quietly, sliding his fingers between my legs, circling my clit.

I nodded my head and kissed him again. “Not here though. Let’s go upstairs.”

I got up off the floor, grabbed my skirt, then made my way over toward the door that led up to his apartment. As I passedthe bar, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d been drinking and then looked back over my shoulder, watching as he did up the zipper on his jeans, leaving the button open. I grinned at him as I waved the bottle back and forth and raised my eyebrows.

“Maybe you can show me how you do body shots?” I questioned, shrugging my shoulders.

I heard him chuckle as I climbed the stairs to his apartment.

I made my way over to the kitchenette and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, pouring myself a double, then took a sip, bringing it over to where he stood. I handed him the glass as I stared into his eyes and watched as he drank down the golden liquid. Then I led him over to the couch.

“Sit down.”

He frowned but did. Then I took the glass from him, drank down the rest of the whiskey. I grabbed a cushion from the couch, placing it down on the floor in front of him, and got down on my knees. I’d needed that shot of whiskey to give me the courage for what I needed to try.

I ran my hands up the sides of his hips, then pulled at the zipper on his jeans. He lifted his butt a little, shoving his jeans down his legs, then ran his large hand over my cheek.

“Noelle, you don’t have to…”

I smiled at him. I knew I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I’d never had a man’s cock in my mouth and wanted to experience it, but I did not know how to even start.

“I want to…” I whispered.

Bentley placed one hand behind his head, the other still resting on my cheek as I took his cock in my hand. He was already hard as I gently stroked him.

“I don’t really know how to…aside from what Kelsey told me,” I began, my stomach flipping in anticipation of what I was going to do.

“Just know you don’t have to try it,” he whispered.

I bent down and heard him inhale as I took him in my mouth. I did the things that Kelsey had told me and felt his hand move from my cheek to the back of my head. I closed my eyes and took him deeper into my mouth, before releasing him and running my tongue around the tip of his cock.

“Am I okay?” I questioned, looking up at him.

“Fuck…yes…” He moaned as I took him right to the back of my throat for the first time.

I opened my eyes. I was so warm and comfortable wrapped in Bentley’s arms that I really didn’t want to get up. I shifted a bit in bed but stopped when I felt my aching muscles. We’d had sex almost all night, finally both of us falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning. I was exhausted and sore as hell as I looked over my shoulder to see him sound asleep, his dark hair mussed from the night before.

I rolled over to face him. Running my fingers over the stubble on his cheek, I pressed a kiss to his lips before snuggling back into his chest.

I felt him press a kiss to my forehead as he pulled me closer to him.

“You awake?” he murmured.

“Barely,” I whispered.

He pulled me closer to him, bathing me in warmth.

“So, last night when I mentioned talking with my dad…you said you think we should go together,” I murmured.

“If that is what you’d prefer.”

Honestly, I’d rather talk to them on my own, but I had to consider how Bentley felt about it. This wasn’t only about my feelings.

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