Page 30 of Fake It for Christmas

I leaned in and crushed my lips to his, holding nothing back. I let my body come down on top of his, straddling him and rutting my cock up against his thigh. His fingertips dug into the sides of my ass and it only made me grind on him harder.

“Doing pretty good,” he said breathlessly as I broke away from our kiss, “for a first-time student.”

“I’m a teacher’s pet when the teacher is you, apparently,” I said.

“Then suck my cock again,” he told me, his voice a low, commanding growl.

Goddamn.

Heat bloomed through my chest. “I like it when you talk to me like that.”

He bucked his hips upward onto me. “You really do like trying new things, don’t you?”

“If they’re this fun, yes.”

I sucked a slow kiss against his collarbone before moving lower, dropping to my place between his thighs. It felt good being here. I felt in control, getting to give him exactly what he wanted, but I also felt like I wasservinghim, too.

All kinds of way-too-hot things that were going to break my brain if I thought too long about them.

“I want your mouth,” he said in a low voice. There was precome leaking from his tip now, and I went forward to drag my tongue through it, enjoying the mild taste.

“I like that.”

“You’veneverdone this before?” Shane asked, and I could tell he liked thinking about it, even though he already knew the answer.

“Never,” I said. “Never even really thought much about doing it. But there was something about you that was just…”

I let my words trail off as I dipped again, taking the length of his shaft into my mouth. He let out a slow moan, his cock throbbing gently in my mouth. It was certainly different to feel an entire fat cock right in my mouth—it was a tight fit, and I had to work to get him toward my throat.

But it felt good, just like everything else with Shane felt good.

I could do this for hours. I could do it every day, really.

“Pretty fucking good,” he uttered, and when I glanced up at him, his eyes were dazed. “First lesson: keep doing what you’re doing.”

I hummed around him, pulling off for a moment before taking him deep again. I let my hand roam to the base of his dick and down lower, cupping his balls, which he also seemed to enjoy.

My own cock was aching between my legs, and I let my free hand roam lower, gripping myself and starting to tug as I sucked Shane off.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” he said.

“Sorry,” I said, popping my mouth off his cock. “I can stop. I just want to touch myself a little.”

“Don’t stop,” he said, his eyes full of fire. “I absolutely love it. It’s just going to…”

“To what?” I said, stroking myself, knowing that he could feel the gentle movement of my hand along his thigh, too.

“It’s going to make me come,” he said, arching his back just a little. “Seeing you do that.Knowingyou’re doing that, while your mouth is around me.”

“Oh,” I said, realization dawning on me. “Sorry, teach. I just can’t help it.”

“Fuck,” he hissed as I went back down on his cock, sucking him deep as I jerked myself off at the same time.

Shane had been good at holding back until now, keeping an even, calm tone. But now he was coming apart at the seams, and I was loving every goddamn moment of it. His hips bucked underneath my mouth involuntarily, and when I laid a long stroke with my tongue along the underside of his shaft, he groaned deeply.

“A-plus,” he said. “Star fucking student.”

I hummed. “You can use me anytime.”

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