A Festive Feud: A Holiday Romantic Comedy(25)

I want more.

My back arches when he latches onto my clit and sucks, his teeth scraping against me lightly. It’s a foreign sensation, but it feels so good that I’m already dancing on the edge of an orgasm, and I cry out, unable to keep quiet.

I’m rocking back on my knees, desperate for the pleasure building inside of me. Higher. Higher. Higher.

“I’m going to…” I pant breathlessly. His finger circles my entrance and pushes inside, the blunt pad immediately finding my G-spot and stroking until my vision dances.

Black spots flicker behind my eyes, and my eyelids drop shut.

“God… Jackson…Please.”

He’s fucking me with his finger at the same rhythm that his tongue flicks my clit, swirling his tongue when he sucks it into his mouth.

I come harder than I ever have in my life, on the edge of a blackout, my entire body shaking as he uses his skilled mouth and finger to coax it out of me. He never stops caressing the spot inside of me that prolongs my orgasm until I’m limp and my body feels completely boneless.

It’s… never been this way for me, and somehow, Jackson does it effortlessly.

“I want another from you,” he says. “Can you do that for me, Snowflake?”

Another? Right now, I’m not even sure I can move, but I nod.

I hear the rustle of fabric, and then the bed dips behind me as he gently pulls me up until my back is flush with his front and his fingers are gently pressed against my throat.

A kink I never realized I had until now.

“I want to see you take my cock the way you take my fingers. Stretching around me while I fill you with my cum.”

Using his free hand, he drags the thick head of his cock through my pussy lips, coating his length with wetness, once, then again before he rocks his hips, rutting against my clit. The sensation causes my back to arch, and at that moment, he thrusts to the hilt inside me, both of us groaning in unison.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, dropping his lips to my neck and sucking at the sensitive skin below my ear. I shiver as he withdraws his cock and surges forward again, thrusting hard. With each slap of his hips, my breasts sway, and I ache to reach up and touch my nipples.

He reaches to my front, circling my clit roughly, the sound of our hips meeting reverberating around us, creating an obscene symphony that sends me barreling toward an orgasm I wasn’t sure I could have. Not after the one he’s already coaxed from me.

This man has learned exactly what my body needs, and he’s using it as the most delicious tool.

With the combination of his hips rocking in rough, deep strokes and the feel of his fingers strumming my clit, I free-fall into pleasure.

I feel him drop his forehead against my shoulder, his teeth finding my skin as he bites down and groans, coming inside of me.

The bite of pain, mixed with pleasure, pulls my body taut as we come together, his hand at my throat and the other still circling my hypersensitive clit until I’m sagging against him, unable to hold myself up any longer.

That’s when I realize, with the thrashing of my heart in my chest, the flutter of my pulse, the ribbon binding my wrists, the feel of his lips along my skin… that there won’t be any going back to how it was before Jackson.





10





jackson





Green is not my color





Light peeks through the heavy velvet curtains, and even though I know it’s time to get up so we can get back on the road, I want to stay in the warmth of this bed with Emmie’s naked body wrapped around me. I want to pretend like this stupid damn party doesn’t exist and that once we leave, real life isn’t going to come crashing back in.

Because the moment we step outside of these doors, we’ll go back to pretending we hate each other, not like together we have the best sex of our lives. Not like it seems we don’t really hate each other at all.

Maybe it’s because the longer I spend with Emma, the more I realize that I had it all wrong. She’s the opposite of everything I expected her to be. Maybe it’s because I’m the only one that Emma feels like she can be less than perfect with. Her true self, unashamedly, without having to put up the wall she’s built around her heart in the process.

“Good morning,” Emma’s soft, sleepy voice murmurs from the crook of my neck, where she’s nestled.

“Morning, Snowflake.”

My voice is still heavy with sleep, and I make no move to get up, instead tightening my arms around her.

“As much as I don’t want to, we’ve gotta get a move on it if we’re planning on accomplishing anything other than orgasms this weekend.”

I feel her lips turn up against my skin, and I press mine to her hair in a chaste kiss, then tuck the covers around her and head to the bathroom.

Something tells me that after last night, she’s going to need a moment to… process. Clearly, there was a shift, and I don’t know how she’s going to feel about it. I just know I can’t be the only one who felt that. So while I’m showering, I’ll give her a minute to work through her head, and then we’ll spend the rest of the day checking things off her list.





Emma





“I honestly forget how much I love the city until I come to visit,” I say, tucking my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “It’s beautiful. The buildings, all of the decorations for Christmas.”