He leaned down and buried his head between my thighs. His soft beard tickled my already sensitive skin as he planted soft kisses just above my knee. I squirmed underneath him, fighting the urge to pull away with my desire to see how far he’d go. My need built, growing stronger and more demanding with every single kiss. Finally, his lips reached the edge of the red lace panties I’d pulled on after my shower.
Slipping them to the side, his tongue circled my clit. My fingers curled into fists, trying to find something to hold on to.
His tongue was gentle, but firm. Shivers raced up and down my body like little flames licking my skin from my hair to the tips of my toes. Then he added a finger to his efforts, slipping it into the wet heat of my core. Pressure built inside me. I wanted to arch my back and lift my hips, but my legs dangled over the edge of the counter. Trapped between the counter and Jake Robinson’s tongue, I was blissfully at his mercy.
Jake doubled down on his efforts, plunging his tongue deep inside me. Crap on a candy cane, I was so close to losing myself. My fingers slipped into his hair, gently encouraging him. One of his hands cupped my ass. He squeezed my butt cheek and angled my hips up so he could thrust even deeper. The man was literally fucking me with his tongue, and I couldn’t get enough.
I hovered on the edge of release, ready to swan dive into the abyss. All I needed was a little nudge. Jake reached up and circled my nipple before pinching it between his finger and thumb. Oh Holy Night, I was done. I didn’t swan dive into a graceful release. I belly flopped instead, face forward, hurtling directly toward an earth-shattering orgasm and came so hard my entire body trembled.
Jake pressed his hand to my belly, pinning me in place while he continued to do things with his tongue that were probably illegal in at least a few countries. Aftershocks raced through me, causing my muscles to spasm until my body felt so wrung out, there was nothing left.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” I cracked an eyelid and glanced down at Jake who lifted his head from between my thighs. “Wait, I don’t even want to know.”
He wiped his hand over his beard. “Let’s just say, you inspired me.”
“I don’t think I can go out tonight seeing as how I’m not sure when I’ll even be able to walk again.”
He chuckled, though I didn’t miss the pride shining in his eyes. “That’s okay. I’ve got you, Roxy.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he picked me up.
“Now, where do you want me to take you, my queen? The couch or the bedroom?”
7
JAKE
Watching Roxy as she came on my tongue had me harder than a block of steel. She’d opted for the bed, so I set her down in the middle of her quilted bedspread. With her golden hair spread out around her head, she looked like a fucking angel. I didn’t have any expectations, but when she patted the spot next to her and rolled over to face me, I couldn’t scramble onto the bed fast enough.
“I suppose fake dating should come with some benefits, right?” She loosened the tie on her robe. It fell open, exposing one perfect breast.
“Are you saying you’ll be my girlfriend for the holidays?” I skimmed my fingertip over her nipple, taking great pleasure in watching it turn into a hard peak under my touch.
“Only if you promise to do what you did in the kitchen again.”
I leaned forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth. “Is now too soon?”
“Yes, now’s too soon. I didn’t mean immediately. Besides, I think it’s your turn, and you’ve got way too many clothes on, cowboy.” Her fingers fumbled with the top button of my long-sleeve shirt.
“Just so you know, I’d be happy to do it again. Every day if you want me to. You taste so good, Roxy.” I pushed her robe over her shoulder, giving me access to both of her breasts. The woman had the most amazing rack I’d ever seen. Full, round globes with perfect, pink, rosy buds right in the center. She was amazing, and for the next couple of weeks, she’d promised to be mine.
I already knew that wouldn’t be enough. Without meaning to, Roxy Swisher had carved out a special place in my heart, beyond thick, strong walls that no one else had ever breached. When our time together ended, she’d leave a hole so wide and deep that it would wreck me. Still, I couldn’t resist her.
She slipped my shirt off my shoulders and tugged the white tee I had on underneath up and over my head. I wasn’t cold, but goosebumps pebbled my skin as her soft fingertips swept over my chest. Our lips met, and I took charge, sliding my tongue into her mouth, claiming her—at least for now—with a searing kiss.
My cock begged to be freed. Roxy obliged, undoing my belt and button, and pushing my jeans down far enough that I could kick them off and onto the floor. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft. Pre-cum beaded at my tip. I distracted myself by repeating the names of every horse we had on the ranch—anything to keep from exploding into her hand. I wouldn’t let myself go until I’d buried my cock deep inside her. Until I’d sent her sailing again. Until I’d done just what I told her I was going to do and ruined her for anyone else.
“Condom?” she mumbled against my lips.
“No. You?”
She pulled away and reached for the drawer. Then she handed me an unopened box. Jealousy twisted in my gut. I didn’t want to think about her with anyone else. So, I didn’t. Forcing the green monster out of my head, I unrolled the condom onto my dick.
Roxy bit down on her bottom lip, so damn beautiful it hurt to look at her.
“Are you sure about this, sugar?” I’d never push her farther than she wanted to go, even if it meant limping home with blue balls and settling for relieving myself while I fantasized about sliding into her sweet heat instead of my own rough palm.
She rolled over and straddled me, lining her hips up to take the tip of my cock. “I’m sure.”
