Page 25 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

In the thick of my slumber, my mind spun fantasies where Julia was center stage. She was bucking and gasping under me, her body meeting mine in a primal rhythm. The sweet cries of her pleasure filled my dreams, echoing again and again as I led her to climax after blissful climax.

But an enticing pressure dragged me from my dreams. A warm, insistent sensation around my manhood, pulling me back to reality with a pleasure so raw and intense, it could outshine the best my imagination had to offer.

I grunted, blinking away the remnants of sleep. I took in the morning light seeping through the vast expanse of windows, casting long shadows around the luxurious room. And then I saw Julia, in all her naked beauty, positioned between my spread legs, her lips wrapped around me.

A low, approving growl rumbled in my chest. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with a devilish delight that matched the sly grin on her lips. The sight of her, bare and bent on making me lose control, sent a surge of raw desire coursing through me.

"Morning, sweetheart," I said, my voice rough with sleep and arousal. She shot me a smirk that promised more sweet torture and returned to her delightful task, her lips moving up and down, up and down. I was one lucky bastard.

I took a quick glance around the room, seeing that the guys were still asleep. Finn was in the other bed, Andrew was out on the couch, and Kai was on the floor with his head resting under a pile of pillows.

Julia’s head bobbed up from its previous position and she gave me a sexy smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief and delight.

"Morning, handsome," she purred, the husky tone in her voice hitting me straight in the gut, amplifying the already potent desire coursing through me.

I smirked back at her, running my fingers through her tousled hair. "You always wake up this motivated?"

God, she looked perfect. Her ripe, round ass was up in the air, her breasts hanging down where I could take hold of them. Her lips were wet, matching the glistening of my cock.

She laughed, a light, throaty sound that vibrated all the way down to where she had me wrapped up in her luscious mouth moments ago. The sensation made me twitch, eliciting a wicked grin from her.

"Only when I find a particularly appetizing snack in bed with me," she shot back, her gaze dropping to the place where my body was still humming with the remnants of her attention.

Before I could craft a suitable response, she dipped her head down again, effectively silencing me. A low, rough moan escaped my lips. I decided to let her have the last word that time.

My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythmic thud matching the steady bob of her head. She was skilled, sinfully so, and my grip tightened in her hair as she brought me closer to the edge. I heard stirring from the rest of the suite, the rustle of sheets and soft, sleepy groans alerting me to the fact that our companions were waking.

The exhibitionist in me thrilled at their sleepy, heated gazes as they came to, taking in the sight of Julia pleasuring me.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of the others, the looks they shot us serving to only amplify the coil of heat in my gut. They didn't try to hide their arousal. The sight of Julia between my legs, sucking my cock with abandon, stirred them as much as it thrilled me.

“Someone woke up on the right side of the bed,” Kai said with a smirk.

“No kidding,” added Andrew. “And look at her, girl’s a damn pro.”

Finn said nothing, watching with a smirk and smoldering eyes, no doubt imagining what his cock would look like in her mouth.

The mood in the room quickly shifted from sleepy morning contentment to something more primal, wild and intense.

Julia glanced at the guys, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips before she looked up at me, meeting my gaze with a glint of triumph in her eyes, her mouth full of my cock. She knew what she was doing, and she was damn proud of it.

I clenched my jaw, my breaths coming out in shallow pants as the pressure built up. A sensation of pleasure surged through me, tipping me over the edge as her name left my lips in a choked growl. I focused on the sensation of her lips around me, her tongue teasing my ridge, her hand gently squeezing my balls.

It didn’t take much more before I came hard. She kept her mouth latched onto me as I grunted and rode out the climax, her eyes locked on mine as she swallowed every last drop. Julia didn't stop until I was thoroughly spent, my heart pounding and my mind spinning from the blissful pleasure.

“Delicious,” she said. She turned her eyes to the rest of the gang. “Who’s next?”

Chapter 11

Julia

Slipping through the doors of Blackjack’s, I could still feel a soft thrumming coursing through me, a delightful hangover of the previous night's—and morning’s—exploits. My muscles protested with each movement, sore but serving as a glorious reminder of the wild night spent tangled in a mess of strong, sexy men.

Maddie, seated in the waiting area, glanced up from her laptop as I sauntered in. Her eyes narrowed at my state—hair disheveled, skin glowing, a ridiculous smile still plastered across my face.

"Well, someone certainly had a good night," she said, an unspoken understanding flashing in her eyes.

I rolled my eyes at her, though the stupid smile remained. "You could say that" I replied nonchalantly, settling onto the stool next to her.

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