Page 56 of Flirting with the Scrooge

“You were made for me, Tinsel.” He peppers kisses across my jaw, nibbling and sucking on my skin.

I moan when he reaches the spot right below my ear. Shaking off the distraction, I drag my hands back down his chest until I reach the hem of his Henley, then I tug it up over his stomach. He stops kissing my neck and gives me enough room to yank his shirt all the way off. After tossing it to the floor, I frantically work to undo the button of his jeans. When I get them undone and pushed down as far as I can reach, which isn’t very far, I cup his face and haul his mouth to mine.

He continues to grind his hard cock between my legs, hitting me in the perfect spot and causing me to squirm against him. I pull away from him. “We’re both wearing entirely too many clothes,” I say in breathy pants.

Without saying a word, he quickly kisses me and pulls away from the door. With me wrapped around him, he spins us around and stalks down a short hallway. When we reach a bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed and I release a squeal in surprise. I watch every bow and flex of his muscles as he shoves his jeans down to his feet. His impressively hard cock juts out, pointing right at me. I’ll never grow tired of staring at his naked body.

Slowly, I drag my gaze over his torso, past his chest, until I meet his hooded eyes. Lust and desire are the only thing evident in his irises. I rise up to rest on my elbows as he crawls up the bed.

“Now only one of us is wearing entirely too many clothes.” His voice is deep and gravelly and sends a fireball of heat directly between my legs. He slides my boots off my feet and tosses them to the floor with a thud. Next, he glides his palms up my thighs until he’s at the waistband of my yoga pants. With his thumbs hooked under the elastic, he peels them down my legs along with my underwear. “Take your shirt off,” he directs as he presses kisses up my inner thigh.

I do as he says and rip my shirt over my head. His beard scratches against my sensitive skin and I can’t help the moan that escapes. While he continues to press kisses, alternating between each thigh, I unclasp my bra and toss it to the floor. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, I spread my legs wider, wanting his lips on my clit. Instead of giving me what I want, he rises to his knees and sits back on his haunches.

With a hand wrapped around his cock, he strokes himself once, then twice. My lips part a fraction. I’m unable to tear my gaze away from him gripping his cock, pleasuring himself.

“Touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are.” He continues to leisurely stroke himself. Somehow, he grows harder with each stroke of his fist.

I run a hand over my breast, brushing over my erect nipple. I can’t help arching my back and moan from the touch. His gaze lingers on my fingers, and I continue to trail them down my stomach until I reach my pussy. My heart hammers in my chest. I’ve never touched myself in front of someone else, let alone done it while they pleasured themselves at the same time, but it’s kind of a turn on. I slide a finger down my slit and exhale a small whimper.

“How wet are you, Tinsel?”

I run my finger back up and my body jolts when I pass over my clit. “I’m so wet. My finger is drenched.”

“You have me so hard just watching your body squirm under your touch. Keep going. Keep touching yourself.”

I continue to rub tiny circles over my clit as I throw my head back, closing my eyes. The entire time I pretend it’s Connor touching me. My moans and whimpers grow louder with each passing second. Suddenly, the bed dips and when I open my eyes, Connor’s head is between my legs.

“Keep rubbing your clit.”

Before I can respond, his tongue slides up my slit, and I moan. While I continue to rub my clit, he laps at my pussy. Each flick of his tongue drives me higher and higher. My body wiggles and squirms from both our touches. His hands grip my thighs to hold me still, but it’s useless. A second later, a burst of white-hot heat floods my entire body and I explode.

“Oh! Yes! Connor!”

My hand falls away, but he continues to lick up my slit and his lips surround my clit. Before I can come down from my first orgasm, another starts building. Connor never lets up, in fact he doubles his efforts, licking me faster and harder. My hand flies to the back of his head and my fingers grip his hair, holding him in place. I lift my hips, needing more of him. With his lips wrapped around my clit, he sucks. Once again, I’m screaming out his name as a second orgasm roars through me. My chest heaves as I tug on his hair, pulling him from between my legs.

“No more. I can’t take. Anymore.” I pant out the words.

He chuckles and presses a kiss on my thigh before climbing up my body. “So, two orgasms is your limit?”

“Two back to back is my limit. But now it’s time for you to get yours.”

Sitting up, I push his shoulders, forcing his back to the mattress. I slide down his body before nestling between his legs. His thick cock juts out toward me and I wrap my fingers around him. A deep rumble comes from his chest just from my touch. Slowly, I slide my hand up and down his length a few times before sticking my tongue out and swirling it around the head. His cock twitches in my hand so I do it again.

“Fuuuck. Tinsel. Keep going,” he draws out.

I run my tongue down the underside of his shaft and on my way back up I suck the head into my mouth. A bead of pre-cum sits on the tip and I lap it up. I stroke him a few more times with my hand before wrapping my lips around him and sliding down. His thigh trembles under my hand as he tries to keep his composure.

Connor sits up to rest on an elbow. His fingers brush a lock of hair from my face so he can have a better view. “Your mouth is fucking perfect. Your lips wrapped around me, sucking me. All of you is perfect, Tatum.”

In tandem with my hand, I continue to slide up and down his cock. When I reach the head, I give my hand a twist before sliding back down with my mouth. I continue this motion, going faster and harder with each stroke. His hips jerk as his orgasm grows closer.

“I’m almost there.” His fingers grip my hair as he guides me up and down his cock. I add more pressure with my hand. One stroke. Two strokes. On the third stroke his body jerks and he’s roaring out his orgasm.

“Fuck. Tatum. Fuck.”

He holds me still as he lifts his hips in short thrusts. Hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and I swallow him down. When he comes down from his orgasm I pull off him and wipe the corners of my mouth.

He yanks on my arm and hauls me up his body. Of course, I go willingly. My hand rests on his chest as it rises and falls while he collects his breath.

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