Page 33 of The Holiday Hookup

His eyebrows raise by a fraction, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think I actually surprised him. “Such a good girl.”

He climbs off the bed and holds me in his gaze as he pops the button on his jeans, then slowly pulls down the zipper. His black boxer briefs are low on his hips, and he pulls them off with his also black jeans. I watch his cock spring free, standing erect in the air.

I don’t have the confidence he has, not even close. My eyes roam over his torso, then land on his face. His hooded gaze is on me, waiting to pounce like I’m his prey. I bite down on my lip and he opens the side table drawer, pulling out a condom.

Did he put that there?

He drops the foil next to my leg on the bed and pulls my matching lace panties off, letting them drop to the floor. I start to scoot up on the bed but he grabs my knees, yanking me closer to him.

“When are you going to learn some patience, princess? Huh?” His eyes move to my pussy as he slides his index finger up my slit. “When are you going to learn that you have no control here?”

My eyes widen as he paints my inner thigh with the wetness from that one finger. He lowers to his knees in front of me and runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip before bringing his mouth to my clit and sucking.

My free hand grips the bed sheet while the one stuck under my butt digs into the cheek. He uses the tip of his tongue to lick my clit far too lightly. I moan, lifting my hips to meet his tongue. He moves one hand to my hip, holding me down. The other hand comes to the entrance of my pussy, but he only puts the pad of a finger inside.

My walls clench, trying to suck him in so I can feel more. He alternates between sucks and licks of my clit, driving me crazy. Just as the feeling heightens from one, he switches and it comes back down. It’s like an orgasmic wave, and I’m being ripped through its current.

He swirls the bit of finger he has in me, then moves his finger past the skin below my pussy and over my asshole.

On reflex, I use my hands to pull me back. His tongue stops touching my clit and he looks up at me.

I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. A few beats pass, and he slides the hand on my hip to the back of my knee, pulling me towards him. He looks at me one last time, but when I don’t say anything, he brings his mouth back to my clit and pushes the pad of his finger, dripping with my desire, into my tight hole.

It slides right in, and I clench around it. The effect is instantaneous— the sucking of my clit feels like fireworks exploding, shooting to the ends of me. I’m moaning non-stop, but I can hardly hear myself through the all-consuming high that’s taken over. He presses the finger in me down, and I feel a pressure as he switches to licking my clit.

I explode, mind, body, and spirit. My grip on my ass becomes bruising. My head tilts back as I call out his name. When the orgasm subsides, he removes his finger and moves his mouth to my thigh, licking the soft skin.

Then, he bites it. Harder than he bit my nipple.

“Fuck!” I shout, my senses being forced back to earth.

“I need you alert, baby girl. Had to make sure I didn’t put you in a coma there.” I glare at him, angry that he’s stealing my pleasure. But all I get in return is that stupid smirk.

He stands up, licks his lips, and grabs the condom next to me. He tears it open with his teeth, tossing the packaging, then rolls the latex onto his dick. He grabs my knees, his touch weakening me, and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

“You ready?” He looks directly into my eye. I give him a quizzical look but nod, unsure why he needs me to confirm.

When he thrusts into me, I realize why. I’m not sure how I thought he was going hard and fast last time. He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust or catch my breath. He thrusts in and out of me at high speed, my thighs tightening of their own accord.

He places his hands on them and pushes them open, then lifts my legs and places my knees over his elbows. His dick hits me so deep, repeatedly, and his pelvis hits my too-sensitive clit. It’s too much, way too much, and my body keeps trying to close him out.

“You can handle it, baby.” I focus on keeping my legs limp. “That’s it, princess. You’re doing so good. Look how you’re taking me.”

I follow his gaze to the place where our bodies keep connecting, and I try to stop myself from panting and whimpering. But before long, the whimpers turn into moans and the pants turn into gasps of pleasure. The sensitivity on my clit has quickly evolved to orgasmic need, pulsing with each tap of his pelvis as he moves in and out.

“You don’t need to be silent here, there’s no one that cares to know.” His words remind me of us at Rowan’s and it escalates my pleasure. I remember the lights around my neck and I wish we had them now.

Feeling brave, I decide to share my thoughts. “Too bad we don’t have those Christmas lights.”

He leans in and his devilish grin comes slow. “I do have these.” He shakes his hands at me before striking at my throat, his grip bruising in the best way possible. I moan as he continues his relentless pounding, which now feels exactly right rather than too much.

“Come for me again, princess. I want to hear my name on those luscious lips,” Lorenzo says, sweat beading on his body from his exertion. Cinnamon and smoke is all I can smell, and I collapse my head back on the bed as the climax nears. He applies pressure to my throat, constricting my air flow, and my eyes roll into my head. My orgasm rolls over me, not as suddenly as last time, but with equal intensity.

“Say my name, baby,” Lorenzo begs, his thrusts increasing even more.

It takes me a moment through my orgasm to hear him, but I give him what he wants. “Oh, Lorenzo,” I rasp, despite my constricted airway.

Then he groans my name as he follows me, and I can see why he liked hearing it. His dick is all the way deep, and he lands on top of me, breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

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