“Go try yours on. I need proof that I actually got Emma Worthington into an ugly sweater,” I say with a wink.
Emma rolls her eyes but stands from the chair across from the dressing room, taking off her suede peacoat and leaving it there. “God, I can’t believe I’m even doing this, but here we go.”
I take a seat in the chair, the bells on the sweater jingling as I do. Okay, it might be a little annoying, but it’s festive as fuck, so I’m keeping it.
Once she’s inside the dressing room, I pull out my phone and open my notifications. It’s been going off nonstop since we left, but aside from a check-in text to let my family know that I was safe after the storm, I haven’t responded.
It’s actually been kind of nice to unplug for a bit, even if it’s only for a weekend. Not something I normally am able to do with how busy my company stays.
“Crap. Jackson?” I hear from the other side of the dressing room door. “Uh, I think my hair is stuck on the tag. Can you, uh, come help me? My hair is stuck in this hideous thing.”
I stand from the chair, pocketing my phone and crossing the room in a few short strides, the fucking bells on the sweater still jingling with each step as I slip inside the dressing room and shut the door as quietly as I can.
Which isn’t very fucking quiet since I’m basically a walking, noise-making Christmas decoration.
Emma’s standing in front of the mirror, her cheeks bright red, a contrast from the green sweater she’s wearing that has a Christmas tree that’s got blinking lights and ornaments and says “GET LIT” across the front.
“Damn, Snowflake. You look hot as fuck.” Reaching up carefully, I gingerly sweep her hair off her neck and untangle the lock of hair that’s wrapped around the tag, freeing her. “Not going to lie, my dick’s getting hard just seeing you look so… festive. Really does it for me,” I tease. I’m joking, but fuck, not really. I am definitely into her like this.
She giggles. “I’ve honestly never felt more ridiculous in my life.”
“Nah. You look good enough to eat, Snowflake.” I lick my lips as my eyes rake down her body and then back up in slow appreciation.
Her gaze turns hazy at my words, and I step closer, slowly walking her backward until her back hits the mirror behind her. My fingers tease along the hem of her top, then dip beneath the fabric, brushing along her skin.
I love seeing her like this, relaxed and carefree. Having fun without worrying about a schedule or a list. Which gives me an idea…
“How about a little Christmas fun day… bet?” I continue sliding my hand up her stomach, ghosting along her rib cage to the cup of her bra, where I finger the lace.
The column of her throat bobs as she swallows, watching me through wide eyes. “W-what kind of bet?”
Instead of answering, I flip her around to face the mirror, her gaze roaming over the two of us in the reflection. Me standing behind her with my hands beneath the sweater, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavily lidded as her chest heaves as I brush my thumb over her nipple.
My fingers on my other hand flick open the button of her jeans and dip beneath the fabric, sweeping along the lace of her panties.
“‘I’m going to make you come on my face, right here in this dressing room,” I rasp against the shell of her ear, nipping at the lobe. “And if you make a sound, then you’re wearing that sweater for the rest of the day.”
Her eyes drop shut when I hook my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and work them down along with the scrap of lace covering her pussy just enough to where her ass is exposed.
“Hands on the mirror, Emma. Eyes on me. I want you to watch me eat your perfect little pussy. And I need you to be a good girl and be quiet, or everyone on the other side of that door is going to know what I’m doing. That you’re soaking my face.”
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.”