I’m falling apart under her devilish tongue. Sac tightening.
"Both," I rasp.
She hums in satisfaction and takes her time, lavishing attention on my balls while her hand works my shaft in slow, twisting strokes that are making me lose my mind.
"You're so big," she murmurs. "I love how you fill my hand. How you filled me last night."
"Baby—" It's a plea now, all pretense of control gone.
She releases me and moves back up, her tongue flicking across the tip where moisture has already gathered. "And here? You want my mouth here?"
"Hell, yes."
But instead of taking me in, she traces her tongue around the head in maddening circles, sliding into my slit.
My entire lower half is shaking. “Goddamn it,Piper…”
Her eyes are dark with desire and power. "I like hearing you beg, mister strong and silent."
She finally takes me fully into her mouth, and the wet heat nearly kills me. But she doesn't take me deep. Just holds thehead between her lips, sucking gently while her tongue works that sensitive spot underneath.
"B-baby," I hear myself whisper, my toes curling.
“Good?” She pulls back, and I could weep at the loss.
"Fuck, yeah.” My voice is wrecked.
She slides down several inches, hollowing her cheeks, and I can't stop the moan that tears from my throat.
"Mmm…yes," she encourages, pulling back to catch her breath. "I want to know how it feels…what I'm doing to you."
She takes me deeper this time, and when she swallows around me, my hips start pumping.
“Damn, Piper—your mouth—it’s...” I'm babbling now, strung out on sensation. “…so good. You're so fucking good at this.”
I’m groaning again as she takes me to the back of her throat, her hand working what doesn't fit, and I'm gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles ache.
"I'm close," I warn her, because I need her to know, need to give her a chance to pull away.
But she just looks up at me with those brown eyes and continues to suck me, and the visual alone—Piper Cross with her lips wrapped around my cock, the way she’s clearly enjoying herself, looking at me like I'm her favorite meal?—
"Piper, I'm gonna—I can't?—"
She hums, and that's what does it. The orgasm slams through me, my whole body going rigid as I come with her name on my lips. She takes everything, swallowing, and the sight is so erotic I nearly black out.
When I finally come back to myself, she's crawling up my body with a supremely satisfied expression.
"Merry Christmas to me," I say, and I can taste myself when I kiss her. "You're dangerous," I murmur against her mouth.
"You like it."
I flip us so she's beneath me, pinning her hands above her head. "I love it.”
Her laugh turns into a gasp as I slide down her body.
Fair is fair, after all.
The roads are clear, but slushy, the Christmas morning sun turning everything diamond-bright. My truck handles it easily with Piper curled up in the passenger seat, feet tucked under her, watching the mountains roll past.
