Page 25 of Sweet Boys Love Christmas
“You know what you’re doing,” I warn her.
“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry at all. “No funny business. I promise.”
Silence falls between us, thick with sexual tension.
Internally, I’m spiraling. I shouldn’t have given in and come back here with her.
“Luke?”
“Mhm?” I hum.
“I really want you to touch me.”
I sigh against her ear, my heart lurching even as I get harder. “Bertie.”
“Please.”
“You’re not being fair.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes again, this time slipping her hand over mine on her abdomen. “Ignore me. But please don’t leave.”
“I want to touch you,” I tell her, whispering the confession against the shell of her ear. “But then I’m afraid you’ll ignore me.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” She wiggles against me, though this time, I’m not sure she registers the subtle movement.
“So if I slip my hand under this shirt and into your panties,” I say, easing the cotton covering her and running my fingers along the waistband of her underwear, “you’re still going to talk to me after?”
“Yes.” The word is a breathy gasp.
My stomach tightens with need. “Are you wet, B?”
Another wiggle of her butt.
“B?” I prompt when she doesn’t answer.
“Yes.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. Not that she can see it anyway. “Were you wet when you came out to find me? Were you laying in my bed thinking about me?”
“Y-Yes,” she whimpers.
“Fuck, baby.” I kiss her shoulder where the shirt has drifted down to reveal her smooth, creamy skin. “I’m not going to fuck you,” I tell her. “But I will get you off.” I slip my fingers beneath her panties and circle her clit, pulling a gasp from her lips. When I dip lower, she moans. “You’re fucking soaked. Just thinking about me gets you this wet, huh?”
She whimpers, rolling her ass against my dick.
“You don’t have to answer me,” I croon against her neck, rubbing her clit. “I already know it does.”
“Luke,” she breathes, the sound full of need and desire.
Fuck, what I’d give to hear her say my name again. But we’re not alone in the house.
I slip a finger inside her, and she gasps again. Sliding my other arm beneath her neck, I cover her mouth with my hand.
“You gotta be quiet, B. I can’t have you waking up my mom, can I?”
She whimpers again, and I swear she gets even wetter, like the idea of being caught excites her. It’s an interestingdevelopment. I never would have guessed she’d be the type to enjoy that kind of thing.
My girl is full of surprises.
