Page 130 of The Holiday Hate-Off
“Don’t,” she says, getting up on her toes now, her lips near mine. “Keep writing to me, Enzo.”
“Should I leave and write you a letter?” I say to her lips. “Should I prop it on your doorway?”
“What would it say?”
“It would say that I want you to be mine, and I don’t care if Lady Lovewatch writes a book about us.”
She closes the inches’ worth of distance between us and kisses me, slow and deep, and I kiss her back the same way, pouring my feelings into it. My need for her. My fear.Everything.
Then I slowly undress her, kissing her body after I remove each item of clothing, glorying in the sight of her bare for me, her hair loose across her shoulders now—and then she surprises me by insisting it’s her turn to undress me.
After I get my boots off, she very deliberately gets on her knees before me, as I’ve done with her a few times now, and unzips my pants. My cock instantly gets harder, which should be impossible, then even harder when she pushes down my pants and boxer briefs and runs her tongue around the tip, her eyes focused on mine. Teasing me.
Then she takes me in, grazing her teeth just the slightest bit over me—the sensation ungodly good. Groaning, I spear my hand through her hair, needing an anchor to her.
She pulls back and then reaches around and grips my ass as she bobs down again, taking me in deeper. Again and again. It nearly brings me to my knees. She looks up at me as she licks a line of pure pleasure down my dick before engulfing it with her mouth again. The small of my back is tingling with the need to come, because I have as much control as a teenager when I’m with her.
I tug slightly on her hair, pulling her back, because I’m not going to come in her mouth. No way. I have other needs.
“I want to be inside of you,” I say. “I need to come inside you.”
Caveman brain, maybe, but I want to claim her as mine.
“Good,” she says, her eyes shining, “because I was really hoping you’d fuck me under the tree you saw me dance around that night.”
I’m going to last maybe five minutes.
She smiles at me, her grin wicked. “And I have some extra garland in the closet. I think it’s your turn to get tied up.”
Usually, I don’t like giving up control. Never have, never will, probably. But I press my wrists together and present them to her. “Do your worst.”
She saunters over to the closet and pulls out a strand of bright gold garland, which she ties around my wrists, so loosely I could easily escape it even if I weren’t a Lobster Scout.
“Surely you can do better than that,” I challenge.
She does it again, putting some real muscle in it this time.
“That’s my girl.”
She disappears into her bedroom and returns with a condom, then leads me by my bound hands to the tree, holding the ends of the garland. I lie down on the plaid tree skirt, then reel her to me, using the garland still in her hands. She laughs as she tumbles onto me, the little lights twinkling above us, making the ornaments sparkle.
“You’re at my mercy,” she says, sitting up on top of me. Her hair hangs over her breasts, hiding them from me. I brush it to the side with my bound hands, revealing her beautiful pink budded nipples.
“Do you have any mercy for me?” I ask.
“As it happens, I do,” she says, opening the foil packet and sliding the condom over me, her hand a delicious tease.
“Touch yourself for me,” I tell her, overcome by her. “And be thorough about it.”
“Your bossiness is finally taking a turn I appreciate,” she says, her eyes bright as she reaches between us, her fingers rubbing and then sliding into her slick heat. I’m on the verge of losing my mind as I watch the motions of her hand and take in the little sounds she’s making, the way her head tips back with pleasure. I need to be a part of her pleasure—if that’s selfish, so be it—so I lift myself up enough to suck on one perfect nipple. My head collides with a lower branch on the tree, flooding my senses with pine, but it’s worth it, and I immediately do it again.
She bucks against me, grinding her body against mine, and I do what’s natural and beg.
“Please,” I say. “I need to be inside you.”
She smiles down at me. “I like hearing you say please.”
She pushes my bound arms over my head, her small hands rendering me powerless even though I could so easily get up. And then she sinks down onto me, bringing me instantly to the edge of bliss.
