Page 80 of The Jinglebell War
“I don’t like not being in control. Let’s find out if you like it.”
He lowers himself and licks me from my vagina to my clit in one broad sweep. I’m already on edge from that blow job I was giving him and my whole body shakes.
He sucks and licks, and it doesn’t take him long to get me to the edge of orgasm. He backs off and looks down at me, his gaze heavy lidded, his cock hard and jutting between us. “How do you like it, Demon?”
“Garrick, please.”
He chuckles. “I like being on this side of it so much better.”
He goes back down on me, getting me closer and closer to the edge each time. The last time, he stops and stands. His gaze rakes over my body and he licks his lips before he turns and walks away.
“Wait. Where are you going?” He better not be one of those guys who likes to keep a woman hanging all day. Especially not when we’re supposed to end this thing between us today.
I’m sitting up and about to stomp after him when he comes out of the bathroom with a handful of condoms. “Just needed to get some protection.”
“How long are you planning on keeping me in bed?”
He smirks. “As long as it takes, Demon.”
Standing between my legs, he works the condom over his length. He doesn’t go back to oral, but slides into me while he’s still standing. “What do you think, Demon? Do you like me being in control?”
Damn him, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction and admit how much I like him being in control. Instead of answering, I tilt my hips to urge him to start thrusting.
He grips my hips firmly to keep me in place and a thrill races through me. I’m in control in so many parts of my life. I love having him take the lead. Love seeing the firm set of his lips like he’s ready to scold me, ready to put me in my place to get what he needs from me.
And I know he’s going to make sure I get what I need too.
“No more until you answer the question, Demon. Do you like me being in charge?”
He moves his hips the tiniest bit and a surge of pleasure rushes through me.
“Tell me the truth, Demon. Or this ends now.”
He starts to pull out and I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pin him to me with my heels on his back.
He chuckles darkly. “The fact you don’t want to admit it is all the answer I need.”
His expression is so fucking cocky it should be annoying, but it’s sexy as hell.
I don’t argue with him and his expression only gets cockier.
He slides in to the hilt and it’s so worth however cocky he wants to be.
He pushes my legs forward, bent at the knees and hits a new angle that has me begging for more.
It is so good. I don’t ever want him to stop, but we’re both so close to the edge, there’s no way we’ll last.
My orgasm takes me by surprise and lifts me so high for so long I almost miss his release. Fortunately, I’m fully present for the way his whole body goes tight and the pleasure so pure it almost looks like pain overtakes his expression.
His body shaking, he stares down at me in wonder as he floats back to earth. He pulls out slowly and drops onto the bed, pulling me into his arms, his breathing still heavy.
For several long moments, he just holds me and it feels like something is growing between us, something warm and wonderful and scary as fuck.
“You should probably take care of the condom,” I say. I regret the words almost immediately. They were spoken from the fear of what I feel for this man already.
He chuckles and pulls me tighter against him. “You trying to get rid of me, Blue?”
“No.” I mean it, but I have no idea how to convince him of that and I’m sure as hell not admitting to being scared. “I just thought you might be uncomfortable.”
