Page 27 of Mistletoe Bargain with the Billionaire

We sink to our knees together, mouths joined and hands clasped. “Apples and cinnamon,” he murmurs, his warm hand sinking into my blonde tresses.

“Gingerbread men and candy canes,” I correct and he chuckles before teasing that spot behind my ear with his tongue. What is it about Nick and that spot? I’ve never gotten wet for a guy simply from that. His other arm wraps around me, cradling my ass and sliding me across his hardness. “Nick,” I moan.

“Lie back for me, honey,” he tells me.

I stretch out on the fuzzy blanket, watching the way the firelight reflects in his eyes, highlighting his hair. He tugs his shirt over his head and I’m enraptured by the smooth skin, taut muscles and sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. His erection is obvious through his jeans but he leaves them on for now and slips his fingers under the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

“As sweet as you look in these, I’m going to have to rid you of them in order to have my dessert.”

I squirm with excitement, wanting to press my thighs together as sparks of longing race to my core from his words. He doesn’t allow me to do that. He drags the bottoms away and his hot thumbs and fingers leave tingles behind wherever they map my skin.

Sitting back on his knees, his eyes study my pussy and he slowly licks his lips. “Fuck, Carol,” he rumbles, sliding one palm over my trimmed triangle before he uses his body to nudge my knees further apart and his hand spreads my folds. “Look at you glistening for me. Sweet, sweet honey, just for me, right, baby?”

Holy snowballs, I was already wet and ready and now I’m in danger of soaking the blanket from his words alone. “Just for you, Nick,” I breathe, desperate for more of his touch. He doesn’t leave me desperate for long.

The heel of his palm cups my mound, giving me the pressure I crave as he begins a steady, firm massaging motion. I rock my hips under his touch, I’m an instrument he’s playing. When his thumb brushes over my clit, I arch my back at once, like I’ve never been touched in my life. “Nicky, please…”

He grins and stops looming above me. He lowers himself down to his elbows, bringing his face within inches of pussy. His breath across my heated flesh makes me arch my back again and I spread my legs further.

As he nears, I feel a flare of self-consciousness –the boy from next door is about to go down on me!- so I stare up at the suite’s vaulted ceiling and the shadows dancing there from the fire, telling my body to relax.

“Eyes on me, honey,” Nick growls softly and I obey at once, marveling at how dark the emerald abyss of his eyes has turned.

His mouth closes over me, one long, languid swipe of his tongue, and I let out the most unladylike groan of satisfaction. He chuckles quietly and then sucks on one of my folds before tracing my clit with his tongue in a circular pattern. He wasn’t kidding about dessert earlier. He proceeds to have his Carol and eat her, too.

I’m shaking, shuddering, speaking nonsense and squealing his name while savagely tugging at his hair. He hums, his playful eyes watching my reactions to everything he does while his fingers prepare me for what’s coming next. All of him. Every bit of Nick. I already know that’s quite a peppermint stick he’s got tucked into those jeans.

His lips are slick with my arousal after my third (my third!) orgasm when I beg for mercy. “I can’t. No more. I need you,” I tell him.

Like some graceful jungle cat, he climbs his way up my body, hovering over me. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and kiss him, breathing in his masculine, piney scent and tasting myself on his tongue. “How was your dessert?” I ask, feeling bold and boneless from his ministrations.

“Fucking perfection,” he tells me, kissing his fingers like a pleased chef. He kisses me next, deeper, and I lose myself in the bliss of this moment.

But soon, kissing is not enough. I fumble with his belt and start attacking his jeans. He laughs and rises to his knees, helping me. “Take that top off, Carol. Let me see you,” he says as he shoves down his jeans and boxers. I’m mesmerized by his stiff cock, bobbing as it’s freed, but I do as he says until we’re both naked.

I take a moment to appreciate Nick in all his glory, my cheeks turning rosy as I do. “We never played like this as kids,” I say.

“No, we did not. But I probably wouldn’t have shown you a good time when we were teens and you might’ve sworn off men for good.”

“I doubt that very much. We would’ve been learning together.”Friends to lovers. My hands cradle his face and a melancholy sigh escapes before I can help it. He seems to understand.

“I wish we’d never lost touch. I’ve missed you, Carol. I’ve missed you without even knowing what it was I was missing,” he says, his nose brushing my forehead. “Does that make any sense?”

I half-laugh, half-whimper and nod while wrapping my ankles around the back of his knees, wanting to draw him inside. “Don’t make me cry, Nicky.”

“No tears,” he promises, following that with a lingering kiss full of passion.

When we break apart for breath, he reaches for a condom discreetly tucked under our blanket. The fire crackles and so does the foil. He rolls it down his length as nerves, a throbbing ache and a budding song mingle inside of me.

Nick covers me with his body again, gives me a soft smile as his tip nudges against my entrance. “No tears,” he says again. “Tonight, I want to hear you sing.”

I will.

I sigh with pleasure as he pushes his way inside, all the way to the hilt with a groan. He fills me up and it’s like nothing I’ve experienced in the past. Yes, he’s that big but it's also like he’s coming home to me. Maybe because we are in our hometown or maybe because we’ve known each other for so many years. Or maybe it’s something more.

Nick braces himself on strong forearms, gives a few testing thrusts as he searches my face to see if this is alright. “Yes, like that,” I assure him. He presses a quick kiss to my collarbone and begins to move with intent, his powerful body picking up the tempo and my softer one answering the melody. I cling to him and let him carry us there.

He reaches down to hitch one of my legs higher against his hip as our panted breaths intertwine and our climaxes draw nearer. The new angle makes for a deeper fit and I gasp with delight. Nick’s pace grows more frantic and I can tell he’s close. I’m hovering at the edge of another orgasm when his rips through him, his roar sending me spiraling into bliss again as his thrusts lose their rhythm.

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