Page 28 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“Good, now lie back and enjoy this.” I revealed the piping bag of frosting from behind my back and lifted it beside his cock. “I’ve been craving something tasty and I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.” I nodded toward the frosting. “Something sweet.” Lowering my head, I teased his tip with my tongue, savoring the wonderfully salty essence that bubbled at the top. “And salty.”
His neck shot back as a low, primal growl filled the air around us.
“Fuck!” he growled through clenched teeth while his hands tightened into fists at his sides. “Fuckin’ Christ, woman! You can’t…” He let out a deep breath. “You can’t just tease me like that.”
Hovering just above him, I was still reeling from the taste of him.
I wanted more.
“Oh, you poor thing.” I pouted playfully while nuzzling his cock against my cheek. “So desperate for my mouth, aren’t you?”
He groaned in response, frustration simmering beneath his solid exterior.
“Fuck off, Diana. I’m not in the mood for your games.” With a firm grip, he tangled his hand through my hair and yanked me close until our eyes locked together. “I may have said I was a gentleman earlier, but I swear to fuck, I’m this close to losin’ my patience. You want somethin’ tasty? You want both sweet and salty? Then you better put that frosting on my cock like you did those cookies up on the counter and lick me clean until I fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.”
My breathing had come to a sudden halt. If he were anyone else, I would have smacked him clear across the face. But there was something about this cowboy… The need to have him fulfill my fantasies all the while filling a role in my life that I never thought anyone would be man enough to attain.
He certainly seemed to be the perfect prospect.
And when I should have felt disgusted by his words, I didn’t. Instead, his depraved declarations had sent a warmth throughout me, lighting a fire throughout the empty parts of me that had gone untouched for so many years now.
Then slowly I lifted the frosting in the direction of his twitching cock. I nearly let him keep the dominant hand he had on me, but deciding against it, I arched an eyebrow in a silent plea, urging him to release the strong grip he had on my hair. His chest heaved up and down wildly as he appeared to consider his options. With his nostrils flared, he looked less than willing to do so, but eventually on an expulsion of a deep breath, he released me.
Deeply satisfied, I took the opportunity to nestle in close, reveling in the warmth that was radiating from him. “Hmm… Where to start?” I pondered, taking the metallic tip of the pipingbag and brushing it along the base of him. “Here?” I peered up, catching the tortured expression etched beautifully on his face. Then gradually trailing it up the length of his hardness, I paused halfway. “Maybe here?”
A low growl fell from his mouth, an evident warning.
The corner of my mouth tilted, but I knew his patience was wearing thin. So squeezing the bag, I drew a smooth line of Christmas red frosting across his veiny flesh, creating an enticing path of the beginnings of a snowflake.
“Holy fuck…” he gritted out while his body went completely solid beneath me.
I couldn’t help but smirk from his reaction as I continued to craft small little snowflakes all around him. But with each tender stroke, an irritated hiss escaped Lawson’s mouth. It was the perfect blend of frustration and arousal mixed together that I nearly dropped the piping bag and sucked him right into my mouth.
Everything about this moment was magical.
Once I completed my creation, I leaned back to admire my handiwork as a satisfied grin lifted across my face. “Definitely going to need a picture of this masterpiece.”
His throat was bared to me, but as I spoke, he slowly lowered his head until I met his glazed-over stare. He looked lost in delirium. As if right on the precipice of combusting, but not quite there yet.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do,” he groaned, his eyes dipping down low, taking in his decorated shaft. “Send it as a holiday card, for all I care—to all the idiots who ruined their chance with you, and let them know you found someone who’s more of a man than they will ever be.”
Though his suggestion was supposed to be taken as a joke—at least, I think it was—I was still reeling from the idea of my exesgetting a hard look at the kind of man I was intertwined with now.
How enraged and humiliated they would be at the fact his cock was nothing short of pure perfection. Something none of my previous lovers had.
“I was thinking it would be more as a keepsake for me.” I quickly shot up before he could question me and went to find my phone. Once I grabbed it off the kitchen counter, I found myself back into space between his thighs, but with my phone pointed in his direction. “Is this okay, cowboy?”
Throat bobbing, he removed the hat from his head, revealing a messy head of tawny hair that desperately needed a comb through. “Yeah, take as many as you need, darlin’.”
With my camera app now open, I begin to take a few snapshots. Making sure I got the perfect angles, I swiveled myself around his lap, capturing photos of every square inch of his Christmasy-adorned cock. Each picture was more perfect than the last and I couldn’t stop my mouth from watering from the hunger that I had for him.
I was dying to lick him clean and start all over again.
“Got what you need yet?” he asked through clenched teeth, his voice teetering on the edge of losing control.
With my eyes peering down at the last photo I had taken of him, I grinned in contentment before lowering my phone onto the couch beside him.
“Mostly.” I shifted my knees closer into his heat and brought my mouth down until I was a mere breath away from one of the snowflakes I had drawn. “You’ve been so good, Lawson,” I flicked my tongue out, catching a sliver of delicious frosting. I spread the sweetness throughout my mouth before swallowing. “So patient for me.”
