Page 34 of The Santa Rules
“I want it. Need to be inside of you so fucking bad. Need to feel how wet you are for me. Want to feel you squeezing around me. Want to see how you look when you come. And I swear to God, if you don’t let me see those perfect fucking breasts, I’m going to lose my mind.”
His hips continue thrusting underneath me as I slide my hand under the cups of my bra, covering my breasts with my arm as I hold the bra up with my free hand. “But you didn’t say the one word I wanted most.”
“Please. I will do anything you want. I have never wanted anything more in my goddamn life.”
“So obedient.” I toss the bra down next to me, nearly knocking over one of the cups of hot chocolate on the table. “Shit.” I lean over with fumbling hands and catch the mug before it makes a mess. “Well, that wasn’t quite the sexy reveal I was going for.” I laugh, trying to cover Righty with the mug.
Hardy dips his pointer finger in the hot chocolate, coating it in whipped cream, then swipes it on my exposed nipple. Ilower the cup slightly, revealing myself fully, and he repeats the gesture on the other side, before he takes the cup from my hands and sets it on the table.
And then he feasts like a man starved. Look, I enjoy some good nipple play as much as the next girl, but holy fuck, the things this man can do with his tongue. First, it’s soft as it licks gently, lapping up the cream, and then he stiffens the tip and pushes it harder against my flesh. I’m foaming at the mouth by the time he pulls a nipple between his lips. Then he’s sucking, and nipping, and flicking, oh my! And when he’s satisfied that he’s cleaned Lefty, he addresses Righty.
“Nice to meet you,” he whispers against my flesh.
“Oh my God, did you just introduce yourself to my boob?” My head falls back in laughter, and I can feel the vibrations from his chuckle against my skin.
“I just wanted Righty to know that I appreciate her as much as her sister. Don’t need her developing a complex since I don’t see her as often.”
Fuck, I think I’m in love with this man. He gets me. My heart, my humor, my dirty jokes. But I don’t have much time to dwell on that thought before he is lavishing my nipple with attention.
“Oh God, yes, right there. Keep doing whatever you’re doing with that magic tongue,” I whine as my hips buck against him. My orgasm hits quickly and unexpectedly and I cry out, threading my hands through his hair, holding him against my breast.
“I love how you sound when you come. When we don’t have to be quiet and sneak around. But I won’t be satisfied until you’re screaming out my name.”
He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans, and because I’m awkward as hell, I do a clumsy downward dog move over him as he struggles to take them off.
“Panties off, now.” There’s a desperate yet commandingedge to his tone, and I climb off him to shimmy them down as he kicks off his pants and boxers.
My eyes go straight to the giant candy cane between his legs. You know the ones I’m talking about? The ones they sell at the drug store that are comically huge and you think, “There’s no way someone can eat all that.” That’s Hardy’s cock: a giant candy cane that I’m desperate to taste. Never one to back down from a challenge, I slide my hands up his legs and lower my head between his thighs as I lick from the base of his shaft to his tip.
“You don’t have to do that… Holy shit,” he whimpers. That’s right, this man fucking whimpers like no one has ever done this to him before. “I don’t… I can’t…”
My head pops up as I wait for him to open his eyes.
“Why did you stop?”
“What do you mean youcan’t? Seems like you can to me.”
His eyes shift back and forth, his nerves as worn as a firepole after too many people have slid down it.
“I can’t…” He pinches his eyes shut, and the tips of his ears turn pink.
Kneeling between his thighs, I sit on my heels and wait as he covers his face, speaking through his hands, his voice muffled.
“I’ve never come from oral. My…” he trails off.
I pull one of his hands away and tilt my head at him. “I get that this isn’t the sexiest time to bring up a past partner. And maybe something’s wrong with me if I’m hoping you’re saying what I think you’re saying, but… what are you saying?”
“No one has ever had any success completing the task. Most just give up, and Lydie wasn’t really into returning the favor down there.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying that you would go out to eat andshe’dnever return the favor? No slobbing on the nob? No teasing the tonsils with that big ole sausage?”
Did this man come from Santa’s Workshop just for me? Guess I’ve been a really good girl after all, because he’s too good to be true. I’ve felt what that tongue could do in my mouth and on my nipple. I can’t imagine how it’s going to feel when he makes a meal out of me.
“Jesus Christ, this is humiliating,” he says as he drags a hand down his face. “She tried a couple of times, but I don’t know if it was lack of skills, or if I was too big and her mouth was too small, or if we just weren’t compatible that way, but I never finished from that. Maybe it’s something I’m just not meant for.”
“Well, I have a big fucking mouth, and I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” I tease as I pull the ponytail holder off my wrist, secure my hair, and then settle between his thighs.
“Don’t be offended if I can’t…”
