Page 83 of Under the Mistletoe
I look up, meeting his gaze as he slides from my mouth, and I give him a grin.
“Are you teasing me?” I can't decipher the look on his face. It’s full of want, need, and almost feral with desire.
“Maybe…” I act coy as I swirl my tongue, licking him, enjoying his taste, and getting used to his size.
“Soooo Saturday?” I roll my lips so I don’t bark a laugh at the way he lifts an eyebrow.
“Hmmmm… I don’t think—” His voice hitches as I run my tongue over him again. “You’re not playing fair,” He grits out, and I smile as I palm him over and over in my hand.
“I know.”
“I will take you. I will be around. I will have security following every move you make.”
“Okay.” I agree to that, because as much as I want to go and help out my family, I’m not totally stupid. I know I need to take Marcus’ threat seriously and be smart.
“Now take me in, baby… Take me deep.” My pussy pulses at his words, but I do as he asks and I swirl my tongue around his tip and take him in. I move slowly and run my hands up his legs, dragging my nails over his skin.
“Could you be any more perfect?” I hear him murmur as his hands land in my wet hair, brushing it from my face and holding it up. My head tilts slightly, and he moves forward, getting deeper.
I moan instantly at the sting on my scalp, the hot water, and feel of him heavy in my mouth, and I rush to take him in again. This experience is like nothing else I’ve done. Here in his penthouse, surrounded by luxury, tense from a night of working, and now here feeling the release we both need.
“Give me your hands,” he commands, and I lift my arms up. He grabs them, crossing my wrists above my head, and I position myself, my back flat against the shower wall.
“Bossy much?” I look up at him, but he doesn’t have time to answer before I take him in again and set a rhythm.
“That’s it. Fuck, Jess. Take it.”
I’m lost now. Lost in rhythm, lost in feeling. My skin tingles all over, my pussy throbbing as water splashes around us as he thrusts into my mouth. With my hands bound, I move, trying to get friction, and it’s then I understand what’s he’s doing. Chasing his high but keeping my own on the edge.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” His stomach tightens, his glistening abs on fire, and he lets go with a guttural groan of my name. “Jess. Sweet fucking Jess…”
I swallow him down, my body feeling needy again, my pussy pulsing like it never has before.
“Stand.”
I do so immediately. His bossy nature is not one I experience at the office often, and right here, naked in his shower, is the place I most want it.
“Turn around.”
I turn quickly to look at the shower wall, my palms flat against the tiles.
“What are… Ohhhhh.” I barely get the words out when I feel his mouth on me. His hands grab my ass cheeks, spreading them from behind. His tongue dives into me, over and over again.
“Oh shit…” The feeling is overwhelming. I feel like crying, the ache, the need, it’s all-encompassing. He slaps my ass hard as I push back on him and ride his face.
I can’t form words, only whimpers and moans. I’m still sensitive from before, the rush I feel coming too soon.
“Oh God, I can’t… I… oh—” I feel like my eyes almost roll back in my head as he sucks on my clit and I combust.
I should be embarrassed by how I scream out my pleasure, but I’m too relaxed. I feel like melting into a puddle right here in his shower, the hot water pelting on me. As I lean my head against the cool tiles, I feel his hands run up my back and his warm strong body behind me.
“You’re so beautiful. You alright?” He peppers kisses across my shoulder blades as I stand back up, and he holds me tight.
“Better than alright.” My words feel muffled. Am I actually dreaming?
“Mmmm, let’s go to bed. You need your rest.” He turns the water off, wraps me in a large towel, and wraps one around himself. I stand as he dries me, my legs and arms too weak, now feeling bone-tired as he picks me up.
“Thanks, I don’t think I can walk now.” My head rests against his chest, this day, the hot water, and the two orgasms proving too much.
