Page 23 of Say Yule Stay
“Get over here,” he grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing as I climb over him and take his mouth in a searing kiss.
“You don’t get to call the shots,” I tell him, kissing across his jaw and down the column of his throat, sinking my teeth into the tender skin of his shoulder. He hisses and bucks his hips, my tongue tracing over the bite mark as I push myself up.
The look in his eyes is feral, his muscles straining against the need to take charge. It’s as hot as it is appreciated.
And good behavior deserves a reward.
Leaning down, I trace my nipple over his bottom lip, dragging it back and forth before pressing it into his mouth.
Groaning, he sucks the sensitive nub, his lips wrapping around it while his tongue laps against it until I gasp.
He could probably make me come just like this.
Later.
Will there be time later?
Banishing the thought, I pull my breast from his mouth and kiss my way down his torso, teasing his nipples and licking the dips and valleys of his gorgeous body.
“Lacey, dammit, you’re going to make me come before my dick is even between those pretty pink lips.”
Not a chance.
Fisting his cock in my hand, I lap at the precum dripping from the head, his hips rolling as I lick and stroke him with no real finesse. But it doesn’t matter because he’s wound so tight, it won’t take much to make him snap.
Sucking in a breath, I swallow him down, a little shiver racing down my spine when he cries out, a curse falling from his lips when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
And then it’s on, and Walker Hull is completely at my mercy.
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Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m trying like hell not to thrust up into Lacey’s mouth, but it’s so damn hard it hurts. Her pace is maddening, sucking me slow while her tongue drags along the underside of my shaft. I clench my hands again and relish in the small amount of pain from the lights digging into my skin.
God damn Christmas lights.
The bright colors are taunting me, just like her tits are and the curve of her ass in that microscopic strip of fabric…so damn close.
“Baby, don’t stop.”
She hums, stroking me faster as her other hand reaches down to cup my balls, and I’m done, my orgasm ripping through me with a vengeance.
How long has it been?
I can’t even begin to think about the answer to that question, not when my vision is going splotchy around the edges and I’m fighting my restraints.
My heart is ready to beat out of my chest, and I have to count to five before speaking the second Lacey pulls off me, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen because it’s too good.
She’stoo good.
No matter what happens, this will go down as one of the hottest nights of my life.
“Take your panties off and get up here,” I growl, the words coming out in a rush as I try to catch my breath.
She doesn’t argue, her movements unsteady as she figures out how to kneel on either side of my head while my hands are still festively tied to the headboard.
