Jason pushed up my bra and let my breasts bounce free. My nipples rubbed against his chest and sent zaps of fiery sensation through me. I mewled against his mouth, and he growled again as he groped one of my breasts.
His tongue dominated mine as he pushed me back on the bed. Nothing in me resisted. I’d do whatever he wanted just as long as he kept kissing me like this.
“I want to see all of you.” Jason hooked the top of my leggings and was pulling them off before he even finished the sentence. “Do your panties match your Christmas bra?”
I had no idea what I threw on that morning. My mind and body had been occupied by other things. Now the sudden thought that he was the first man to see me with my clothes off and I might not be wearing matching lingerie hit me. What was worse, I didn’t know if I was wearing a thong or granny panties.
There was nothing I could do, because the leggings were off and Jason licked his lips. Red lace bikini panties. Not my Santa ones, and they were drenched, but at least they weren’t ugly ones.
“Mm, I like these even more.” Jason smirked and traced the outline of it with his fingers. I gasped as his fingers ran so close to my pussy. My hips arched up towards him. “I wanted you the second I saw you. I knew you were the one.”
Touch me again. Oh God! “It hurts so much. Jason, please!”
My panties flew off. I didn’t even feel them rip. Cool air breezed over my soaked crotch, but a second later, his hot breath replaced it. My stomach spun like a Christmas carousel with all the ups and downs.
“Fucking beautiful.” Jason caressed my thighs, gently urging them farther apart. “And you smell… sweet, musky, like a best summer’s day. Have you ever had a guy eat you out?”
I shook my head as my inner muscles clenched. Now. I needed him to take me now.
His grin bloomed and his chest puffed out. “I’m the first. Mine.”
Jason licked up and then back down my slit. I cried out and kicked my legs on either side of him. So sensitive. Never before had my fingers or Rudolph ever made me nearly come just from teasing.
Hooking my legs, Jason still them as he knelt on the floor beside the bed and pulled my body closer to him. Several more licks and then he dove in. His tongue drove between my labia and inside of me. Another one of my cries bounced off the walls as I fisted the blanket in my hands.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. I writhed some more, but he held me firmly in place. “Jason, yes! So good.”
He thrust his tongue in several times before suckling hard on all my lady bits. He feasted on me like a lion ravaging its meal. Me, the deer taken down, and dying in ecstacy.
“You taste even better than you smell.” He used his whole mouth, licking, nibbling, and sucking me. His fingers dug into my legs so hard that he made the pain the lacy edge of the pleasure. And I liked it. Really liked it.
His mouth engulfed my swollen clit and that was the end of me. I screamed as I came. It exploded within me, and bliss shattered my world.
I shuddered and flailed, slick flooding out of me like a tidal wave. It was no quick rush of pleasure. It kept going, swelling and swirling, and taking every cell in me on a climatic journey that rivaled Santa’s magical ride around the world on Christmas Eve.
Jason’s mouth never left my pussy. He licked up every drop of slick and coaxed out more. My orgasm felt like it lasted months, years. I wasn’t sure of the day or time or even where I was when I started to come down. What I did know was that I was thoroughly exhausted.
Finally he rose and tenderly eased me fully onto the bed. He crawled in behind me and pulled my comforter over both of us. His warmth and soothing scent wrapped around me as surely as his arms. Did he not want release?
“Rest now, gorgeous. I’ve got you.” Jason kissed my neck and a soft purr rumbled from his chest. He wasn’t trying anything else, and I was immensely glad for it. “And I’m never letting go.”
My sleepy head barely registered it. Never letting go? That wasn’t what Elsa said.
Right now, though, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
CHAPTER TWELVE - Lyla
I remembered being woken up a few times by Ozzi and gently encouraged to drink some water. Then it was a protein shake and cold cloths. He had the patience of a saint when I really only wanted to sleep and acted like a spoiled brat.
Jason never moved from my side. Even in my dreams, he was there with his mouth on my pussy making me scream.
When the morning light streaming through my blinds finally coaxed me out of my porno dreamland, I was on fire. Every part of me felt like I was in a boiling pot, and my slick had drenched both me and the sheets. I’d never experienced heat triggered by a compatible Alpha. I’d just had little tastes feeling like bad menstrual cramps. Yet with this bellowing ache, my first instinct was to reach for Rudolph, but then I brushed against the snoozing hunk of an Alpha next to me and turned to face him.
Oh fuck, he was beautiful. His usually hard masculine features were softened by sleep and his hair splayed out around him like some wicked barbarian. The blanket only covered half of him, but I could tell his dreams were just as arousing as mine.
Ever so slowly, I tugged the sheet and eased it off his groin. The hint of a tattoo I saw last night was revealed as a star. No, it had six points like an asterix, but it was thick and had a heartbeat line coming off it.
The blanket tumbled off the rest of the way with his twitching erection, and all other thoughts fled my mind. God, he was huge. Thick and sleek with a vein running up one side. It jerked as if it knew I was looking at it.
