Propping myself up, I pull off my blazer and blouse, tossing them away. He reaches out, undoing my zipper and pulling my pants off my legs smoothly.
Wait, he got my panties at the same time? I love an efficient man.
“They call me the stocking…” Felix unzips the pants of his godforsaken Santa suit. “…Because I’m hung.”
Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. He may be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, but if he doesn’t stop with these Christmas puns, I’m going to dry up like the desert.
“Enough ofthat,” I warn, shaking my head. “Just get over here.”
His hands grip his waistband, but he doesn’t remove his pants. Instead, he raises a finger, wagging it.
What is he?—
Before I even finish my thought, his hands slip underneath my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. The excited eek I let out brings heat to my cheeks, and between my legs. No risk of a desert down there now.
I can’t remember the last time I was manhandled like this. Maybe I can ignore the Christmas puns and getup, just for one night of pleasure.
God knows I need some in this tainted time of year.
Before I can say anything, the air rushes out of me at the sudden pressure of his tongue against my clit. The two sides seem to move on their own, working together to pleasure me.
This is the first time I’ve ever had someone with a split tongue go down on me and God, is it ever different—in the best way possible.
A regular tongue couldneverdo the things he’s doing to me right now.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as I writhe. I grip the sheets by my head, my lips parted as I fight for each breath.
Holyfuck.
He sucks, teases, and pounds that tongue into every sensitive part of me, as if he knows exactly what I want and where I want it.
It’s so good, I’d believe he reallywasa male escort on top of a stripper because no regular person possesses these skills.
My body starts to feel tingly, and my muscles tense up. I’m struggling to breathe, let alone think or form words.
“Felix…don’tstop,” I say between breaths. “Anddon’tsay…a goddamn Christmas…pun.”
He says nothing, which is perfect—he just keeps devouring me.
It sends me right over the edge, my entire body lighting up like a string of Christmas lights.
A brief wave of self-disgust washes over me at the merethought, but it’s overtaken by the power of my orgasm.
Everything goes silent for a minute, and I can feel him move away from me.
As I regain feeling in my body, my eyelids flutter open. I hadn’t even realized I closed them.
Felix stands at the edge of the bed again, licking his lips with a way too sexy smile plastered on his face. It’s almost smug as he slowly moves his hands up to his hips, gripping onto the already undone waistband.
All the little snakes on his head to be smiling too. And hissing, their tiny forked tongues darting out of their mouths as they stare at me.
“Are you a grinch? Because I’d like for you to takethispackage.” His words come out in a strangely sexy hiss as he drops his pants.
As much as I want to shout at him for his stupid Christmas joke, my words disappear before they even reach my tongue. My eyes go wide and jaw drops at the sight.
He hastwodicks?
Two?
