Instead he shifts gears, rocking his hips to glide his shaft between my pussy lips, coating himself in my cum. He groans at the sensation, grabbing hold of my hand as he does it again.
“I like hearing your reactions, too.” I squeeze his fingers. “Like the noise you made when I sucked your cock into my mouth.”
I might’ve said too much.
“You liked that?” He moves to straddle my chest, hard cock bobbing in front of my lips, which I suddenly realize are sore and swollen from rubbing against my teeth the entire time he devoured me.
“Open up, baby.” The smooth, ruddy head parts my lips, and he feeds me inch after inch, until I’m practically choking on him. Part of me considers tapping out as drool seeps from the corners of my mouth. Until he thrusts forward with that fucking sob I love, and I want to make this so good for him.
With slow, deep rolls of his hips, he fucks my mouth, holding one hand in my hair to keep me still. Unable to do anything about the desperate need for friction between my legs, I groan with frustration, shifting my hips and hoping foranythingto make contact with my clit.
Clearly sensing my need, his free hand reaches behind him to resolve the twinge between my legs. Only he doesn’t. He slips around my damp skin, touching everything except where I need.
“You’re loving letting me have my way with you, aren’t you?”
I mumble the bestuh-huhI can muster with his large shaft taking up every inch of available real estate in my mouth and throat.
“And you want to come again, don’t you?”
The pleading look in my eyes must not be pathetic enough, because Lucas withdraws all but the tip before gliding back in with a grunt.
My irritated exhales around his cock become frantic whimpers when he finally—fucking finally—works his fingertips over me.
He stutters a breath, increasing the pressure of his touch. A tingle starts up my thighs. I’m going to come again. Soon.
While my first bound orgasm was relaxing and slow, this one’s animalistic. I’m sucking and gulping around him, fighting like hell to break free of the knots dug into my skin. All I want is to throw him off me, climb on top, and ride him until he feels a tiny fraction of the desperation crawling under my skin.
“Thatis my favourite sound—you coming with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” In a slow drag, he pulls out of my mouth and shifts off my chest, leaning in to kiss me deeply. My cheeks are sore, lips feel bruised, and I bat my eyelashes at him.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Oh, honey. You said we can’t talk about anything important until 11:59. So I’m going to tease you for the next…forty-eight minutes, give or take a couple minutes, andthenI’ll fuck you.” He hooks a finger under the tinsel garland, tugging it teasingly. “That should give us just enough time to cut these off, soak your sore body in the bath, and carry you to bed for our chat.”
I let out a long sigh. He really is perfect, and I don’t think he realizes it. “That sounds like a dream.”
“I’m going to take such good care of you tonight. Merry Christmas, baby.”
Chapter seventeen
Lucas
Holding a hand between her skin and the scissors so I don’t risk nicking her, I cut the tinsel strings binding her wrists to her thighs. Not that I’ve been with any women recently, so I don’t know if this is the kind of thing they’re all into these days, but I’d never thought about tying a woman up for sex.
But seeing her spread wide and completely at my mercy—with fire in her eyes and want painted into every stroke of her tongue over her bottom lip—has my mind reeling with ideas. Not that I know when, or even if, I’ll get to do this with her again. But maybe a list of sexy plans will entice her to let me visit occasionally.
“Come on, baby.” I help her stand, looping an arm around her waist.
She shakes out the stiffness, giving me a sated look before slowly taking a step forward.
“Thank you for trying that with me,” she says as we ascend the stairs. I’m close behind her, keeping a flat hand across her ass, just in case she loses balance in her orgasm-weary state.“That was even better than I thought it would be, honestly. I-I’ve never… I didn’t even know I could come that many times.”
I turn the faucet, watching her sink into the tub before there’s even an inch of warm water in the bottom. And, as promised, I get right to work rubbing body wash over every exposed inch of skin. Lathering up her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach. I revel in the small sighs slipping from her lips. She’s stunning. Everything from the rich browns of her hair to the permanent creases on her nose from scrunching it as she talks, to the deep cupid’s bow that immediately draws your eyes to her plump lips.
“The aftercare definitely solidifies that this place is getting a five star from me,” Eira says.
“This review is going to set a lot of expectations that I can’t live up to for any future guests.”
She narrows her eyebrows at me. “Aftercare is always important, Lucas.”
