Page 30 of Christmas Candy

He pushed the waistband out and down. I held my breath as his taut flesh appeared. His head was glistening. I swallowed hard. He kept going until the entire smooth shaft was revealed. It was thick, thicker at the base than the tip, and long. I had never seen a more beautiful cock. I ran my nails down the door.

“You like?” He moved a hand to it and fisted himself.

I moaned and bit my lip to stifle the sound. I didn’t like. Iloved.

I put one hand back into my panties and eased my fingers between my slick folds to my clit. He stroked himself, one slow pump, and I pressed into my nub, sending pleasure flittering across my skin. A high, breathy sound escaped me as I did it.

“Jess?” He stepped closer and I had to get up higher on my toes to see his gorgeous cock. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No.” I lied and flicked my fingers over my sweet spot.

“I know you are.”

“Mm.” I put my hot forehead on the cool door as he came closer, so close I couldn’t see his hand anymore. Would I open the door if he asked again? “Maybe.”

“Quick question, Jess. Have you seen my piercings?”

“Yes.” I delved my fingers lower and brought my wetness out.

“Have you seen my tongue piercing?”

“What?” My breath hitched.

“My tongue is pierced. Any idea how pleasurable that is on your pussy, Jess? How nice it feels on your clit?”

He was so close, like the big bad wolf at my door, demanding I let him in.

I put my free hand on the deadbolt. I put the slightest bit of pressure on it. All I had to do was turn it, and he’d be inside.

“Let me in, Jess.” His words were smooth, his voice like slippery silk.

“But I don’t even know you.” I was surprised at the little piece of logic that escaped my mouth.

“You don’t? You haven’t been watching me for months right through here?” He tapped at the peephole. “You haven’t been to the gallery two blocks over that exhibits my work at least twice a week? You haven’t been following my Twitter or Instagram, LegalJ87?”

Shit.I was so busted. He knew about all of it.

“I also follow the tabloids. I saw you with a model on each arm just last month at a New Year’s thing.” I slapped my hand over my mouth.Stalker, much?

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I didn’t fuck them, if that’s what you’re implying. I haven’t touched a woman since I moved in here and saw you. You would know. Have you ever seen me bring a woman home?”

I hadn’t. I’d often wondered about why he never had company. Then again, he was out all night most of the time. “When you’re out at night, you don’t . . .”

“Sleep around?” He ran a hand through his hair, mussing his dark fauxhawk. “I have. I did. A lot. I don’t make any bones about my past. I’ve made plenty of mistakes. I’ve been with women, a lot of them. But I haven’t since you, Jess. I swear. Not since I first saw you.”

“Why?” My chest was warm, as if filled with steam after each of his revelations.

“You.” He shrugged as if that was all he needed to say.

I moved my hand back to the deadbolt.

“Me? Me what?”

“The second I saw you, even though you were too shy to look at me, much less speak to me, I wanted you. I had to have you. I’ve given you space, Jess. But today, I just couldn’t bear it. I need you.” He put both hands on my door, the passion in his eyes boring into me. “Now let me in.”

I started to flip the bolt.

“But there’s one thing you should know, Jess.”

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