Page 116 of Christmas off Script
What did she mean by that? Right now or in general? Leo dithered, not knowing how to respond.
Her gaze dropped from his as if resigned, then stopped abruptly when it reached the level of his crotch. ‘Er… Leo?’
Excited to have finally been noticed, his cock jumped to full attention. ‘Yes?’ he replied, staring fixedly at the tiles.
‘Is that a yule log in your trousers, or are you pleased to see me?’
He let out a frustrated huff. ‘Every part of me isalwayspleased to see you. I’m just trying not to molest you after… after tonight’s unexpectedly stressful occurrences.’God. He sounded exactly like his oldest brother, Henry.
‘She’s his headmaster’s daughter,’ Ella said softly. ‘Lucinda. I recognised her surname.’
‘So he’s a suck-up, as well as a cheating bastard?’
‘Seems that way. No wonder he got promoted to head of the history department.’
‘Well, he’s lost the biggest prize of all.’
She gave him a half shrug and a sad smile.
‘What can I do to make you feel better?’
Her cheeks coloured. ‘If you don’t mind,’ she began tentatively.
‘Yes?’
‘Would you please take me to bed and help me forget?’
‘Yes,’ he replied instinctively, grabbing a fluffy white towel and holding it up for her. It didn’t matter if Ella was on the rebound from Oliver and just needed comfort. She’d asked him to help her, and as the dedicated best friend that he was, it was up to him to assist.
How selfless we are!his cock crowed, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Ella pulled out the bath plug and stood, water dripping from her body. Leo stared, following the rivulets as they dropped from the pink tips of her nipples to run down her stomach into the wet curls between her legs.
Taking the towel from him, she rubbed it over her breasts, hiding them from view. He made a noise of distress, a pitiful whimper that tugged a smile from her lips.
‘I need to get dry,’ she murmured.
He shook his head, plucking the towel from her hands and throwing it to the floor.
‘Le—oh!’ she cried as his mouth descended.
She tasted sweet and fresh, like rain on spring flowers. Her skin was warm and wet, puckering with goosebumps as he licked her. He chased every droplet, drinking her in as he drew smaller and smaller circles on her breast until he captured her nipple and sucked. Ella gasped, her fingers running into his hair, sending prickles across his scalp that made him shiver.
Standing in the bath, she was now the perfect height for him to lavish his love on her breasts. Cupping their heavy weight in his hands, the pad of his thumb rubbed one hardened bud, his tongue the other, until her breath was uneven and her hips began to rock.
He raised his head. ‘How many presents in total were given in the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas”?’
Ella blinked, her eyes drowsy with desire. ‘Huh?’
His fingers and thumbs rolled her nipples, watching her inhale sharply and the colour in her cheeks heighten. ‘I’m checking to see if I’ve made you forget yet,’ he murmured. ‘How many presents in total were given in the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas”?’
She let out a shaky laugh. ‘Three-hundred and sixty-four.’
‘Oh dear. I’m obviously not trying hard enough.’ He brought his mouth back to her breast, redoubling his efforts, and was rewarded with a low moan.
Keeping his hands where they were, he lowered slowly to his knees, his tongue tracing a path down her abdomen, swirling into her navel, then sinking into the cleft between her thighs.
‘Oh!’ Her body twitched as he found the nub of her pleasure.
