A Festive Feud: A Holiday Romantic Comedy(29)

She nods breathlessly, our eyes connecting in the mirror as she bends forward, resting her hands on the glass, arching her back, and giving me the perfect fucking view of her pert ass and wet pussy.

Fuck, my mouth waters, seeing her pink and glistening.

I drop to my knees behind her, using my thumbs to spread her open wide as my gaze rakes hungrily from the tight ring of her ass to her entrance and then to her clit.

She’s fucking exquisite, an actual work of art, and I’m desperate for a taste.

When my tongue flicks her clit, her pussy contracts, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I palm her ass, squeezing the globes within my fists as I lean forward and latch onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth with fervor, alternating with pressure from my tongue until her hips are writhing against my mouth. I bring my eyes to the mirror, staring at her reflection, making sure she’s containing her moans and not getting us caught before I can get her off.

Emma is beautiful. Effortlessly so. She commands attention from the moment she steps into a room.

But like this?

Cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Completely uninhibited and trusting that I’ll take care of her?

She’s so breathtaking that it makes my head feel dizzy with desire for her.

My finger circles her entrance, pushing in an inch, only for her to let out the softest whimper I’ve ever heard. Her eyes fly open, connecting with mine as she pulls her lip between her teeth, biting it.

“Your pussy is dripping, Snowflake. Such a good, dirty girl, taking my finger. Does it turn you on knowing anyone could hear us? Knowing anyone could walk in and see you bent over, your tight little pussy on display, swallowing up my fingers?”

She slams her hips back when I add another finger, stroking her G-spot until I can feel her legs trembling. I lap at her clit in sync with my fingers, whispering praise against her slick skin.

I can feel when she starts to tighten around my fingers, her pussy clamping down, trying to suck my fingers in.

Knock, knock, knock.

We both freeze at the interruption. Emma’s eyes fly open, and her expression turns panicked.

“Hi! Is everything okay in there?” the saleswoman says from the other side of the door. “I’d be happy to grab you another size if you need?”

I smirk against Emma’s skin, then flatten my tongue and drag it up through her wetness. She drops her forehead against the mirror loudly, a moan leaving her lips as I plunge my fingers back inside of her, deep and hard.

Her attempts at biting back her breathless moans are now fruitless, so I stand and reach for her, pulling her back from the mirror and sliding my fingers that were just buried deep inside her into her mouth, commanding, “Suck.”

Never mind the woman on the other side of the door.

We’re too far gone to stop now, and I’m not walking out of this dressing room until Emma comes.

Keeping my fingers flat on her tongue, I reach around to strum her clit, earning a deep moan around my digits in her mouth.

“Hello?”

The saleslady again.

For fuck’s sake.

“We’re good, just preparing to come… out shortly. Thank you,” I grunt, circling Emma’s clit faster, rougher, just the way she likes it.

“Come for me, Emma,” I murmur against her ear. “Be a good girl. Look at my dirty little slut stifling her moans in a dressing room while she comes all over my fingers.”

Just like that, my words, combined with the rhythm of my fingers on her clit, have her back arching, and she comes, her legs quaking with orgasm. She bites down on my fingers as she rides out her orgasm until her legs actually give out, and I catch her by the waist with a satisfied smile.

She sags against me, her head resting on my shoulder as she tries to catch her breath, sated and sleepy, a blissful smile on her lips.

I press my lips to her head and start to help her with her pants. When we get to the sweater, she tries to pull it over her head, and I stop her.

“Not a chance, Snowflake. I won fair and square. Looks like you’re going to be lit all day with that sweater on.”





“This is exactly what I needed.” Emma sighs, taking another sip of her hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, of course. Another thing I learned about her is that if there are sweets involved… she’s doubling down. No matter what it is.

“Wanna sit for a minute? Skate time isn’t for another…” I glance down at my watch to check the time. “Thirty minutes.”

She nods, and we walk to a table next to the rink that has one of those large commercial heaters above it. While it doesn’t completely take the chill away, it’s enough to be comfortable and for my fingers to thaw slightly.

When she tries to sit across the table from me, I tug her hand and pull her down onto the seat next to me.

“Sorry, Snowflake. It’s cold as hell, and I need all the body heat I can get.”

After I just ate her like a starving man in that dressing room, the last thing I want to do is sit across from her at a damn table.

“Soo… What’s your favorite Christmas candy?” I ask her, scooting slightly closer and tossing my arm casually over the back of the bench.

She drags her fingers along the rim of her hot chocolate for a few seconds before she speaks. “Definitely peppermint bark.”