Page 82 of Mistletoe Mischief

“Really?” he drawled, crawling up her body, only to flop onto his side. Pike leaned his head onto his hand, his other palm caressing down her body and covering her pussy. “Because the sounds you were just making were awfully similar, only more intense.”

Ryler blushed. “Or maybe I just realized that certain aspects of sex could be better than ice cream.”

“You can keep lying if you want to,” he said, his fingers dipping in between her lips and grazing her sensitive clit. Ryler moaned as heat shot from between her legs to the rest of her body, warming her up. “But now I know exactly what to do to get the truth out of you.”

Pike dipped down, his mouth covering hers, and she tasted Pike and the sweet musk of her arousal as he deepened the kiss, his finger continuing its torturous strokes over her swollen clit.

“Pike,” she gasped against his mouth.

“Yeah, baby?” His mouth trailed along her skin until it reached her breast, his finger still doing deliciously evil things to her body. “Do you have something to say?”

“I just was hoping— Oh! I want— We could move on— Holy f—” She whimpered as he pressed harder, making tight circles against her. “To the new. I mean the next—”

“Spit it out, baby. Tell me what you want.”

His mouth covered her breast, sucking the nipple sharply into his mouth, and she arched her back, lifting her hips, which only made the pressure on her clit intensify.

“I don’t know whether I want you to stop or keep going,” she cried, threading her fingers into his hair and tugging the strands. “I can’t make up my mind.”

Instead of doing either, he switched to the other breast, rolling the hard nipple between his lips before grazing it with his teeth. He released it with a hard pop, increasing the speed of his circles on her clit until her legs shook.

“Tell me about your dream, and I’ll make an informed decision on whether to stop or make you finish,” he said.

“I-I was— Oh god,” she moaned.

“Did you dream about me doing this to you?” he asked, leaving her clit to slip his fingers inside her, adding a second one when he pulled out and pushed back in again.

Ryler shook her head frantically. “No.”

“Hmmm, not that? Let’s see, what else could it be about?” Pike slid down her body, kissing his way from her belly button down. “Did you imagine me doing this to you?” He ducked between her legs and swept his tongue along her seam from the bottom all the way back up to her hooded clit.

Ryler cried out loudly, covering her mouth with her hands in an attempt to quiet herself. What if someone passing by heard her?

“Is that what you dreamed about, Ryler?” he asked firmly, taking her labia into his mouth and tonguing her, and she gave in.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” he said. He kissed her between her legs once more and then slid off the bed, reaching for his pants.

“Where are you going?” she asked, bereft without him.

“Just grabbing a condom, baby,” he said. “Don’t you worry, I’m not done with you yet.”

Ryler’s pussy still tingled, and she reached between her legs with her hand, fingering her clit to ease the tension. She watched him search his wallet, and when he looked up with a condom in hand and saw what she was doing, he froze.

“Fuck me, that’s a beautiful sight.” Without further comment, Pike ripped opened the condom with his mouth and glided it over his straining cock. “I could fucking watch you do that all damn day.”

“Really,” she said recklessly. “Because what I really want is your fucking cock inside me.”

Ryler had never been so vocal in the bedroom. Most of her experiences had been men asking if she was okay, tentatively touching her, and never taking charge. Pike wasn’t afraid to be in control, relished in leading her into pleasure, and she loved it.

Pike crawled over her, spreading her legs wide, almost too wide as her hips protested his hands on her thighs pushing them farther. With his cock firmly in his hand, Pike dragged the tip over her, teasing her, smacking her clit with the head playfully. Ryler’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she spread her arms out, grabbing the bedspread in her fists.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Everything.”

“Then come here and fucking get it,” he said, flipping onto his back. “Climb on top and ride me.”