Page 79 of My Rival for Christmas

Sucking him into my mouth, relishing in his taste. Marveling at how powerful I feel as I bob my head, trailing my tongue under the length of his shaft, feeling his veins pulse.

Maybe I do still like keeping some control after all. Especially the kind that seems to drive Nate wild, as he grips my hair and hisses between his teeth. As he grunts and moans under my need to please him, wondering what his cum tastes like if it shoots down my throat.

My body is all but in flames as Nate starts to flex his powerful hips against my face, pushing his dick further and further into my mouth. My nails dig into his muscles as I relax my throat, taking him as far back as I can.

My thighs split, dropping deeper into the ground, until the blankets brush my soaked heat. A jolt of desperate friction follows. Without thinking, I start to circle my hips as Nate punishes my mouth.

He pushes deeper and deeper until I’m choking around his length, at his unrelenting pace. Hard enough to bruise the back of my throat.

I love it. Love that he’s making stars dance in the corners of my eyes. That he’s making me this turned on, feeling this good. My entire body, heart, and soul are alive as he pumps into my mouth.

But it’s not enough.

Needing more, my hand slips between my thighs, finding my swollen clit. I start to rub it in frantic circles, chasing the urge building inside me, when Nate stops, pulling out of my mouth so fast, I lurch forward.

He catches me easily, sinking down onto his knees. At some point during my blowjob, he lost his shirt, just as naked as me now. “I didn’t say to touch yourself, did I?” He gives me a stern frown, while his cheeks are flushed with exertion. Nate shakes his head, disappointed in me, as he reaches for the hand still between my thighs. He holds it up, my fingers glistening with a sheen of arousal.

“You know the rules in this cabin, baby.” He brings my fingers to his mouth, licking them clean one knuckle at a time.

“Remind me of them,” I breathe, heart pounding deep in my chest.

“My fingers, mouth, or cock. Those are the only ways you get to come here, Paige.” He runs his hands along my sides. “I’ve been without you for so long, I have a lot of orgasms I need to collect on. You’re not taking one away from me until I’ve had my fill.”

The way he says it makes me believe that is a long way off. That he’s going to be collecting orgasms from me for months, if not years to come.

I can’t wait.

“Now,” Nate muses. “How do I get to make you come?”

“With all of you.” I need him like I’ve never needed anything before. “I want to feel all of you. This time, and every time after.”

Nate’s answer is to push me down on the blankets until I’m flat on my back with him flushed above me. His lips quickly trailing down my jaw, my neck, frantic in his explorations. His fingers coast up my thighs as they part to make room for him.

And as soon as they do, his finger plunges inside me, pumping at a hard pace, then another one, and I choke on gasp as he stretches my delicate skin.

“You’re so wet, Paige,” he murmurs around my nipple, pulling the tight bud with his teeth. My hips arch into his. “Did someone like having my dick in their mouth?”

“I would’ve liked it more if you let me finish,” I say, proud of how my voice doesn’t shake, despite my body trembling. All my focus gets redirected to Nate’s hard erection as it brushes against my heat, fighting his fingers for entry.

I move my hips, trying to help it find entrance. Needing him to find entrance.

“Next time,” he promises. “As long as you don’t break the rules.”

I don’t know if I can make that promise, knowing that what I feel for him is too strong to be contained with limitations. So I don’t say anything at all. Instead, I pull him back down for a kiss, sinking into my need for him. Getting so lost in it, nothing else exists.

I gasp into his mouth as his fingers curl, pressing against that special spot inside me. My body at its breaking point.

“Nate,” I cry. “I need—need your cock inside me.”

The time for teasing is over as Nate braces his hands on either side of my head, leaning down until our noses brush. Nothing but our labored breathing between us as I feel his tip at my entrance. Slowly, achingly pushing inside.

I suck in a sharp breath as he stretches me. Inch by inch, he fills me until I know nothing but him. Feel nothing but him.

I used to think love was something to fear, that it had more power to destroy than to create, and maybe it still does, but not for us. Not as every touch from Nate feels healing, invigorating, toe-curling.

But it’s still not enough. I need to feel him in every part of my body.

My legs hook around his back, pushing him deeper inside me. Until he starts to flex his hips. Moving and pumping, his name a chant on my lips.

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