Page 77 of Sexted By Santa
True. Winter made for early sunsets. As I hesitated, she pressed her point. “Shirley is right across the street. I’ve been there a bunch of times. Plus, there’s streetlights.”
“Okay,” I said, “but I want you home for dinner by seven. We can’t leave it too late.”
“I know,” she said, scooting out the door and trotting across the street.
I watched until she knocked on the door, and Shirley let her in. Then I turned to Christian. “I hope you don’t mind waiting to eat.”
We’d picked up bowls of chili to go from one of the food vendors. They’d reheat easily enough, but we’d been going all day, and lunch felt eons ago.
“No problem,” he said as we got out of the car. “I should check on Sir Elton John anyway.”
I snagged his sleeve as he passed by me. “Actually, can he wait for just a few more minutes?”
“Why…”
I winked. “Just come inside with me. I’ll make it worth your while.”
His eyebrows rose, but he was quick to follow me up the steps. I left the food in the car. There was no time to waste with Tori returning in thirty minutes or less.
As soon as Christian closed the door behind him, I kissed him the way I’d been craving all day. Watching a man treat your child well? Total turn-on. My body had been humming with appreciation for him all day.
“You’re sexy when you suffer through a holiday event for me.”
“I did it for Tori too. She gets such joy from these things.”
“That’s even sexier. Now I can’t possibly resist.” I grabbed his hand and towed him down the hall. “Come on.”
Christian followed, sounding bemused when I tugged him into the bathroom. “What exactly are we doing in here?”
I shut and locked the door, pushed him against the flat surface, then sank to my knees.
“Oh.” His voice was breathy.
“This has to be quick, and the bedroom is too tempting,” I said as I undid the button of his jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh, then followed with his boxer briefs. “I’d want to take my time with you. We’ll save that for another night.”
“Right, that—” He groaned as I gripped the base of his cock and swiped my tongue over the tip. “That makes…”
I sucked the spongy head into my mouth and his words choked off. I wanted to take my time, savor the salty flavor bursting over my tongue, mixing with the tang of the precum he was starting to produce. I wanted to use every trick up my sleeve to unravel him slowly and thoroughly.
But time was of the essence.
I let saliva pool in my mouth and pour down his shaft, then plunged down to take him deep.
“Ah god!” He grabbed my hair in a tight fist, tugging the roots. Fuck yeah. That flare of pain only added to my lust. I ripped open my own jeans with one hand and fisted my cock as I continued to bob my head, sucking him aggressively.
Christian trembled against the door, his thigh tensing under my left arm where I’d braced it against him. I looked up the length of him, past his bare hips to the bulky coat and scarf that still swaddled him. I hadn’t even let the man undress before assaulting him.
My desperation struck me as funny, and I chuckled around his shaft.
He gasped—the vibrations obviously doing something for him—and I hummed more purposefully as I sucked him deep.
“Jax,” he rasped. “I’m gonna…”
I hummed again, adding an encouraging note to my voice, though I didn’t know if he would understand. As if I’d commanded him to come with that little sound, he instantly spilled over my tongue and into my throat. I swallowed fast, my own pleasure cresting. Something about making a person come always did it for me, that feeling of male pride that I’d made my partner lose control. I came before even swallowing the last spurt from Christian, my sound of release strangled by my full throat.
“Holy Christmas miracle,” Christian mumbled, sliding down the door to face me.
“Thought you didn’t like Christmas,” I rasped, still breathing hard.
