Page 16 of Mistletoe Kisses
She has to know the power she has. Fuck, shehasto.
“You are bigger than I imagined,” she whispers, soft enough to make me think she’s accidentally thinking out loud. My thoughts are confirmed when she grimaces.
So Cassidy has thought about my cock before? Must’ve imagined sucking it before because she has no issue drawing me into her mouth. She wants to kill me. Wants to suck me dry until I am left as nothing but an empty husk.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watched the way the precum and saliva mixture wet her fingers, making it easier for her grip to glide along my shaft.
I don’t think either of us is breathing now, our attention too focused on the other. Her wet tongue circles and teases the tip before she sucks and makes my vision blur.
One of my hands moves to grip the arm of the couch. My nails dig into the edge, the grip stronger on it than my sanity. My other hand plunges deep into her hair.
I’ve always wanted to discover if it was as soft as it looked. Now I can say that my suspicions are correct.
“Fuck, Cas.” Hissing out a groan, I fight the urge to guide her further down. Can’t do that. Not when she’s being kind enough to lick me to begin with.
Her mouth vibrates in response, and I swear I can see her smile. Does she like seeing me fall apart? Is that why she is slowly making her way further down? Her hand continues to stroke, reaching what length she can’t handle. All while she’s taking her sweet time, she’s staring into my eyes, watching the way I handle her efforts.
The moment she hollows her cheeks, I know I’m done for. If she wants to watch my downfall, then so be it.
Head tilting back, I suck in a lungful of air. No matter how much oxygen I take in, my head won’t stop spinning.
This all feels like nothing but a fantasy. Her body feels too warm to be fake as she leans on my thighs for support. The suction of her mouth feels too good to come from a wet dream.
This is fucking happening.
Hissing her name through my teeth, she lets out a moan that I feel vibrate down to my bones. Despite not getting touched in return, she’s getting off on my reaction to her touch. Now that is something I’ve never experienced in my life before. At this rate, I’m going to be addicted.
Fighting a battle of willpower, I don’t last as long as I want to. Her mouth is too much for me. The lap of her tongue, the stroke of her fingers, all of it.
Balls tightening, I don’t recognize the noise that escapes my throat as I reach my limit. I don’t even have the time to warn her, not that it matters. She must feel the way my cock pulsates against her tongue because she sucks harder, seeking to taste my release. Doesn’t pop off when I coat her tongue and grimace.
No. She swallows everything up and licks my slit like she’ll find something extra lingering behind.
I am pulling her up from the ground the moment I can think straight. Struggling to believe that this is real, she easily slides onto my lap.
“You are unbelievable,” I mutter as I don’t have the strength to hold back. Not this time.
I want to touch her. To return the favor and more.
Fuck, I want to lick her all over without needing to give a reason why.
Squirming against my lap, she grabs my hands and puts them where she wants to be touched most. One hand goes to her breast. Her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt and jabbing the palm of my hand. With my other hand, she guides between her thighs to cup her mound.
She feels so hot and sticky. Slick with need. All because ofme.
Not giving a damn that her lips and tongue taste of me, I pull her into a kiss as I pinch and tweak her nipple through her shirt. As I touch her, she grinds against me. Sucking on her tongue, she whimpers and threatens to make my cock come back to life.
“You are a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I ask, my breath feeling hot against her collarbone. The words rolled out naturally. Any other time, I’d feel silly saying them. However, Cassidy makes it impossible to feel foolish.
Not when she’s practically panting against my ear. Her body is flushed pink, her breath hitching when I pluck at her other nipple to give it the same amount of attention.
Fuck, this should feel wrong. I should be disgusted with myself.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice shaking.
How am I supposed to feel disgusted when she is making me burn hot on the inside?
“Please, what?” I rasp, pulling away much to her dismay. “Tell me what you want me to do.”