Page 29 of Holidate Pursuit

“Get your pussy up here right now, Lucy. If I have to ask you again, you won’t like the consequences.” He slaps my ass, causing me to jerk forward on my knees.

Taking advantage of my movement, he pulls me right down over his face, making me grab onto the headboard for support. And oh God… his tongue rams into my hole and starts flicking vigorously while he cups my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I can’t stop the moans from escaping.

My pelvis starts rocking over his mouth of its own accord. His thumb finds my clit and begins circling it while he continues lavishing me with his tongue. I’m seconds from coming when his other hand squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple.

“Justin, oh God, I’m coming. Fuck—oh God, oh God.” He pinches harder. “JUSTIN!” I flood his mouth with my release while his moans assure me he’s enjoying this as much as I am as I ride it out, continuing to slide back and forth until the very last pulse. A moment later, I collapse, letting myself slump to the bed beside him.

“That was fucking hot,” he says with a sigh. He almost sounds as content as I am.

“Damn, I forgot how good at that you are.”

“That was all you, baby. All I did was enjoy my dessert.”

“We do have a few minutes left, maybe—”

“Nope. Time to head to the theater.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry, Lucy. Tomorrow’s Christmas, and I know exactly what I want.”

JINGLE ALL THE WAY

Justin

Christmas Day went off without a hitch. We concocted a plan to explain that Lucy and I were having our gift exchange once we returned home. Other than that, I bought her a scarf and a pair of earrings I came across while out shopping the other day, and she gifted me a button-down dress shirt. For her parents, I gave her dad a very nice bottle of scotch, and Lucy helped me choose a pair of earrings for her mom.

Dinner was about as pleasant as usual. Her dad still hasn’t warmed up to me, but other than that, it was an easy, relaxing day with plenty of cocktails throughout.

We’re sitting at the dinner table when her dad addresses me directly for the first time. “Justin, I think it’s time you and I sit down and talk before you go. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning at eleven o’clock.”

“Good idea, Mr. Alcott. Looking forward to it.” What else can I say—that it’s the last thing I’d like to do on my final day here? Not happening, but it’s certainly what I’m thinking.

“Great.” He immediately moves on. “Also, we’re having some friends join us for dinner tomorrow evening. After hearing Lucy was in town, the Siemens insisted on seeing her before she leaves.”

“Really, Dad? Why didn’t you ask me first? We already ran into Richard while shopping yesterday. I don’t think dinner is necessary,” Lucy protests.

Ah… Richard’s family. Seriously? Richard Siemen?

I lean over to Lucy and whisper in her ear, “You dated someone named Dick Siemen?” She giggles and shoves me with her shoulder.

Not surprisingly, her dad rebukes her comment. “At his parents’ request, yes, I do think it’s necessary. They said they’ve missed you. You were practically family for over three years.” Lucy rolls her eyes at her dad’s comment.

Three years? This wasn’t just some boyfriend—he was her fucking high school sweetheart. Dick probably took her virginity, for fuck’s sake. Damn, I hate the guy more now than I already did.

Lucy looks to Trevor. “You’ll be there, right?”

“Sorry, sis. It’s my annual night after Christmas with the guys from school. You know that.”

“Ugh. You suck,” she pouts.

“Well, I’m certainly looking forward to it. I miss their family. Remember, we used to have so much fun… It hasn’t been the same since you two parted ways,” her mom adds to the irritating conversation.

“Getting to know one of Lucy’s ex-boyfriends will be great. Maybe he can tell me what not to do. Huh, honey?” I interject smoothly.

This earns me a death glare from Lucy, which makes me laugh. My hand reaches for her leg and gives her a reassuring squeeze. Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.

“I can’t believe he did that. He’s doing it to fuck with you, I’m sure. God, I’m sorry,” Lucy says as we’re sitting on the couch in our room with a glass of wine before we call it a night. However, calling it a night isn’t what’s going to happen if I have anything to say about it.

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