Page 114 of Mistletoe Mischief

He watched her all the while he unbuttoned his shirt, the dim light casting a warm glow over her, making her eyes brighter. He shrugged out of the shirt and it landed on top of his jacket.

“Mmm, now that is a pretty sight,” she murmured, placing her elbow on her knee and cradling her chin in her hands. “Let’s see the rest.”

“Absolutely, but let me lay down a few ground rules,” he said, slipping off his shoes.

“Rules?” Ryler pouted. “We don’t need no stinking rules.”

“Oh yes, we do.” He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. “First off, I can touch you, but you cannot touch me. Number one rule of stripping.”

“That’s garbage.”

“Next, and I cannot stress this enough,” Pike said, swaggering over to her. “Enjoy the ride.”

“Oh, I’m sure I—” Pike slid down her body in a fluid motion, ending on his knees between her legs. “Will,” she finished, right before he buried his head between her legs and lifted her off the couch. She squealed as he gripped her ass, her skirt riding up and exposing her thighs. When her hands landed on his shoulders, Pike lifted his head and clicked his tongue.

“Uh-uh. Grab the back of the couch, baby, and hold on.”

Ryler did as he commanded, and Pike rolled his way back up her body, stopping to bury his face in her cleavage. Ryler released a breathless laugh as he hopped up, both of his feet next to her on the couch, and he rolled his stiff, boxer clad cock into her face.

“Oh my God, Pike!” she gasped.

He jumped back before somersaulting across the floor and twisting his body, landing spread eagle in her lap in a handstand. He humped her lap a few times and then rolled off, climbing to his feet. Pike picked her up and turned her around to face the back of the couch, lifting her skirt and grinding against her ass. Ryler wasn’t laughing now, a low moan escaping her as he reached around and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress and bra.

“Not fair. You can touch me, but I can’t return the favor?”

“Not this time, Kitten,” he murmured against the side of her neck. He ran his tongue down the column of her throat and bit her shoulder at the same time he realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

“You forgot something.”

Ryler was desperate with need as Pike pressed against her bare ass, her hands cramping as she gripped the back of the couch. The top of the love seat was wood, with dark velvet covering the cushions. When they’d walked into the room initially, Ryler’s first thought was taking a black light to every surface, but after getting stripper-fucked by Pike, she was in a fog of lust. The only thing she wanted was his cock in her, and he continued to rub that hard length against her instead, playing with her.

Pike suddenly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the lounge chair in the corner of the room. When he sat down, he pulled the lever and leaned back slowly until the chair was nearly horizontal. He didn’t let her settle over his lap, but hiked her higher until her knees buried into the cushions next to his head. His nose nuzzled against her, and she let out a slow, shaky breath. Pike’s hands cradled the globes of her ass, rocking her forward.

“Sit on my face, Kitten. I wanna make you scream.”

Ryler shivered as she leaned into his mouth, his tongue flicking across her sensitive flesh. Ryler loved sex, but anything remotely adventurous hadn’t been on her radar. Doggie style was about as spicy as she got, but this was hot. He pressed her firmer against his mouth, lips and teeth and tongue creating a tornado of intensity she hadn’t been prepared for, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, Ryler exploded with a cry.

When her back arched sharply, Ryler suddenly pitched to the side, and Pike grabbed her right before her head hit the floor.

“Shit, are you alright?” he panted.

“I was amazing until I almost did a face-plant. I thought you had me.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to jackknife backward when you came.” Pike chuckled, pulling her back up until she sprawled on top of him, nearly nose to nose. “I’m sorry I almost dropped you.”

Ryler sat up, straddling his lap in the chair. “But you caught me, so in my mind, almost doesn’t count.”

Pike arched against her, his cock still hard under his briefs. “Did you finish?”

“Kind of. I was in the process when I took a tumble.”

“We can’t have that,” he said, reaching between them. When several of his fingers thrust inside her, stretching her muscles and curling inward against her G-spot, her eyelashes fluttered.

“Pike,” she sighed, searching for the top of his boxer briefs and pushing them down. Her breathing hitched as his internal massage quickened and her pussy muscles squeezed. “I want you inside me.”

“I don’t have a condom, baby,” he murmured.

That alone should have sent alarm bells through her brain. She barely knew him, but she was too far gone. Too caught up in his woodsy cologne and his hard body pressed against hers. The way he called her Kitten. The effort he put in to please her, to make sure that she enjoyed herself.