Page 12 of This December

Power surged through my bloodstream as I realized I was the one in control here. I took a step backward and gave him a sultry look as he fumbled with his button fly.

“Jesus Christ!” Cole scowled at his hands. “Feels like I’m all thumbs now.”

“Do you need some help?”

“No. You stay over there.” Cole stabbed a finger at the fireplace on the wall behind me.

I hadn’t even noticed it. But he was right—he had another fireplace in his bedroom. It was a pretty mix of stone with a weathered wooden mantle and a ginormous television mounted above. The rug in front of it looked like an actual bearskin on top of three fluffy plush rugs. But when I stepped closer, I realized it was fake, judging by the stuffed animal aspect of the head with the plastic teeth, rubber nose, and marble eyes.

Laughing to myself, I stepped out of my jeans and headed for the fireplace. I wanted to feel that warmth on my skin. Crouching in front of the grate, I flicked the knobs and pressed the ignition and a second later the whoosh of the pilot light lit up the fake logs. I flicked the knobs to the right settings and sat back with a grin at the flame flickering in the fireplace.

“Damn, woman. Is there nothing you can’t do?”

I looked over my shoulder and about swallowed my tongue at the vision of Cole Jackson smiling at me in only his boxer briefs—his verytightboxer briefs. I could see so much, and it all looked amazing. The size of the bulge straining the front pouch of his briefs was…wow. And the rest of him! All lean muscles with flashes of tattoos. I was going to be drooling over those abs for a while.

“See something you like?” he asked with a smirk.

I nodded slowly. “A lot actually. Can’t really see a single thing to improve on. Unless…”

“Unless?” He frowned.

“You don’t have any names tattooed on you, do you? I can’t really see from here. I think I’m going to need a closer look.”

A smug smile curved his lips. “Anything you want. Don’t ever be afraid to ask.”

He stalked toward me, then froze for a second before backtracking and pulling something out of the nightstand. When he got near me again, he tossed a brand new box of condoms onto the rug near me.

“Thirty-six? Wow! Someone had plans for their break.”

“Eh, I was hopeful.” Cole sprawled on the middle of the rug. “Nice job on the fire, by the way. Competence porn is kinda my weakness. Watching you do that so effortlessly with zero hesitation….” He groaned.

“Have you seen that video of Ramsay Pearce making an omelet? Oh my god.” I moaned as my eyelids fell to half-mast. “So sexy.”

“Hey! Mostly nude and aroused man here, literally complimenting you on what you’ve done and not just how you look. Are you seriously talking about that craggy British dude when you have all of this in front of you?”

“Shoot. Sorry.” I winced, but Cole still looked annoyed. So I crawled across the very soft rug until I was kneeling between his splayed legs. “Maybe you’ll let me make it up to you?”

“Sugar, you can have my car. My motorcycle. Anything you want if you keep doing that. And more.”

My hand crawled up his thigh before my finger traced the bulge hiding under his boxer briefs. His cock flexed and danced beneath my teasing touch.

“Give me a sec.” He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and shoved the material down his hips. I rocked back on my heels, and after a second and some impressive legs maneuvers, the material was flying across the room. Cole settled back on the rug and smiled wickedly at me.

My eyes darted to the large member laying on his thigh.

He had every right to look so cocky.

Wow.

I crawled back between his legs like his erection was a horse I was afraid of spooking. But this time once I’d settled, I reached a confident hand out and grasped his cock in my hand, squeezing it tightly. It pulsed in my hand as Cole groaned.

“Jesus, baby. If you could see the look on your face right now.” He groaned again. “I don’t know what the fuck I did in another life to deserve this, but thank you, god. Ugh.”

Whatever else he was going to say was lost as I ducked down and licked the head of his cock. A salty brightness sang on my tastebuds. Cole groaned again, and I had to have another hit. Only this time I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I ran my lips and hand up and down his length, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could.

It was intoxicating. There was something about having a cock in my mouth that made me feel so powerful. And turned on. My sex pulsed in rhythm with my movements. I clenched my thighs as a phantom sensation vibrated through me. It was almost like I could feel his cock inside me. And damn, that was hot.

And made me move faster.

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