Page 23 of The Night Before Grumpmas
My mind goes straight to the dirtiest places. All I can think about is her on her knees for a completely different reason, her mouth wrapped around my cock. I’d grab her by the hair, just tight enough to guide her without being rough. I want her lips on me, slow at first, teasing the tip, those soft lips grazing me until I can’t fucking take it anymore. And then I’d make her take it deeper—until she’s choking on it, her throat tightening around me.
I’d want her to suck me hard, her mouth working like she’s starving for it, her tongue swirling as she takes me deeper, inch by inch, until she has no choice but to gag. I can already hear the gasps, the wet sounds of her sucking me down, her lips swollen, her eyes locked on mine as I fuck her mouth. She’d look so fucking good like that—completely at my mercy, desperate for more.
And fuck, I’d let her. I’d guide her rhythm, pushing her just enough so she knows she’s in for it. I want her moaning around my cock, her throat vibrating, her hands clutching my thighs for support as she tries to take all of me. And when she looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes? Fuck, I’d lose it. I’d lose every ounce of control, pushing deeper, hearing her choke, watching her try to catch her breath just before I give her a chance to swallow me down again. It would be everything—her lips, her mouth, her desperate gasps.
But then I catch myself.
It’s so damn hard to stop thinking about it, to stop picturing her on her knees. But then I find her strangely . . . adorable. She’s so damn trusting, like she expects the world to be as sweet and kind as she is. Clueless, in the most endearing way possible. I mean, who leaves their keys in the fucking mailbox? Yet, she does things like that, and I can’t help but be charmed by the chaos she creates around her.
And now, hearing her talk about kissing random guys, rating their techniques . . . how the hell has her ex been the only one she’s ever kissed? And never letting her fuck his face? That’s a crime. An actual fucking crime. It’s the kind of thing that makes me want to fix it—make it right. Should I be the one to show her what she’s been missing? Would that be my next good deed?
My mind drifts before I can stop it, and it’s too easy to imagine—too easy. Pulling her close, kissing her hard and deep, showing her what it’s supposed to feel like. Hell, I wouldn’t stop there. I’d take my time with her, exploring every inch of that sweet pussy, watching her fall apart beneath me. I bet she’d taste amazing, and the idea of making her come undone with nothing but my mouth? Fuck, that’s a “good deed” I wouldn’t mind turning into a regular habit.
But I shove the thought aside.Not the time, Jacob. Not the fucking time.
She’s still on the phone, babbling away, completely unaware I’m standing right behind her. I clear my throat, snapping her back to reality, holding out her keys with a smirk. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine, and the second our gazes lock, it feels like the air between us tightens. There’s a pause, a moment where the whole world narrows down to just us. She stares at me like she can’t believe I caught her mid-disaster, lips parted, cheeks flushing slightly. And fuck, now all I can think about is kissing her. Right here, right now.
The tension between us is thick, almost unbearable. She’s still on her knees, keys dangling from my fingers, and all I want is to pull her up, press her against the wall, and kiss her like I’ve been dying to for weeks. I swear, if I lean in just a little . . . but no. Not the time, Jacob.
I manage a grin, watching her fumble for the keys. My pulse is racing, every part of me screaming to take this further, but I hold back. Just barely.
But now? It’s only a matter of time.
She freezes mid-sentence and looks up at me, her wide eyes locking onto mine. There’s that deer-in-headlights look again, like she can’t believe I caught her in this exact moment. She’s so embarrassed it’s fucking adorable.
I can’t help but smirk, because she knows I heard her—every single word about her little “scientific experiment.”
“Umm, thank you,” she stammers, immediately trying to shove the contents of her purse back inside. Of course, it’s a disaster. Lipstick rolling away, receipts flying, and she’s flustered, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.
She glances down at her phone. “The guy next door. Yep, that one . . . No, Val, I’m not going to ask him forthatkind of help.”
I crouch down next to her, grabbing a stray lipstick and a few coins that have scattered across the floor. She’s an adorable mess—the kind that makes me want to stick around just to see what kind of chaos she’ll create next. I hold out her things, giving her the most innocent grin I can muster.
“But I’d be very happy to help. I’m pretty sure I could even get an honorary mention for my performance—summa cum laude, valedictorian, and all that shit, thanks to one very big, satisfying orgasm.” I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. “And believe me, my tongue? It could make you see stars, sweetheart. I’d have you begging for more in no time.”
Her face turns an even deeper shade of pink as she snatches the items from my hand, looking like she’s about to combust. Honestly? It’s hilarious—and a little too satisfying to watch her squirm.
Chapter Thirteen
Noelle
“See,you already have a volunteer, and you never told me your neighbor has a sexy voice—is he hot?” Val chirps on the other end of the line, but I’m frozen, unsure of what to say or do.
Is he hot? Seriously, Valentina? What the ever-loving fuck? How did we go from checking Chad’s social media to . . . this?
I glance at sexy, very grumpyJacob McCallister, who’s staring at me like he’s the Big Bad Wolf, and I’m Little Red Riding Hood.
The worst part? I kind of want to let him eat me.
My mind replays what he just said—summa cum laude, valedictorian, and all that shit, thanks to one very big, satisfying orgasm. Is he actually serious? And why does my whole body suddenly feel like it’s on fire? Not just on fire, but practically begging to find out if he can deliver such an intense and satisfying orgasm.
“You should definitely take him up on his offer,” Val adds with a laugh.
I stare at the floor, mouth open, absolutely appalled. Did my big sister just say that out loud? In front of him? Not that he can hear her, but clearly he can read my expression. My face is burning. He offered to . . . and she . . . and now I’m . . . oh God.
Jacob’s eyebrow quirks up, looking far from embarrassed—if anything, he’s enjoying how flustered I am. That smirk on his face says it all. He’s loving this, probably waiting for me to cave and actually say yes. His eyes practically dare me to respond, and the worst part? He’s hopeful I might.
