Page 100 of Never Sleigh Never
He turns to me, eyes dark and playful. “It’s time for your Christmas present.” His arms hook around my thighs and I’m hoisted over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. A squeal escapes me, part laugh, part breathless nerves, as butterflies explode in my belly. Instead of going upstairs to the bedroom, he sets me down on the dining room table, right on the swirly red-and-gold snowflake runner. Slowly, he unravels the scarf from around my neck until both ends are in his grasp.
“Logan,” I gasp, heat crawling up my neck. “This is where people eat.”
“Exactly.” His grin is sinful. “And I plan on eating.”
When his thumb hooks into the waistband of my pajama pants, I don’t hesitate—I wiggle and lift my butt to help him peel them down. My shirt follows. He grips the zipper of his pajama onesie and slides it down, freeing his arms until it pools at his hips. He takes a step back; his gaze drags over me like I’m something precious and all his. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs.
I curl my fingers around the fabric of the onesie and tug him to me, crashing my lips to his. Tilting my head, I deepen the kiss as he runs his tongue along the seam, and I open for him. Our tongues slide against each other like a slow dance. The kiss is everything—erotic, sensual, the kind of kiss that steals your air but sets you on fire in return. With desperate fingers he unclasps my bra, and when it slides away, my nipples tighten instantly under his gaze.
I expect him to climb over me. Instead, he drops to his knees. His big hands slide down my shins, catching behind my knee to guide me open. My breath hitches. His blond head lowers, and then his tongue—hot, rough, unrelenting—slides up my center.
“Oh, yes.” The moan tears free before I can swallow it down. Leaning back, I brace my hands on the table, tipping my head back as my entire body tingles. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I buck into him. He spears me with two fingers, pumping in and out. Every suck, every stroke sends me higher until my toes curl and my body bows off the table. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He doubles his efforts, thrusting harder, licking faster. I pinch my eyes closed as a burst of stars explode behind my lids. I arch my back, thrusting my pussy into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that. Oh, Logan.” My release slams through me, it’s white-hot, a rush so fierce I claw at the tablecloth like it’s the only thing tethering me to earth.
He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smug and unrepentant. “You’re my favorite meal.”
Merry Christmas to me.
I pull him closer, sliding the onesie off his hips until it drops to the floor. He kicks it away. I inch closer to the edge, guiding his thick, hard cock against my soaked pussy. The look in his eyes nearly undoes me.
His breath hitches, and he drops his forehead to mine. “I want nothing more than to slide into you… bare.”
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper, my lips grazing his jaw.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you for three years, and I regularly get tested.” His hands trail up my thighs, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin.
“I’ve always used protection.”
He tugs on the ends of the scarf tangled in his fingers and yanks. My body collides with his. “Then we’re about to put this scarf to good use.” His kiss is fire—hungry, consuming, promising everything. With an arm around my back, he pulls me off the table and spins me around, so my back is facing him. I glance over my shoulder as he unwinds the scarf from my neck. The material is soft against my skin as he wraps it around my wrists instead. His finger slides between the scarf and my skin to make sure it’s not too tight. “You’re like a little Christmas present, waiting to be fucked.”
My breath hitches, and my nipples tighten with anticipation. His hand dips between my legs, and his finger traces a path through my slick heat. “So wet for me. Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet as my cock stretches you?” His breath is hot against the shell of my ear.
“Yes,” I moan as his finger circles my entrance. Slowly, he drags his finger up and past the tight muscle of my ass. A small whimper escapes me from the touch. This is the second time he’s done that, and each time it’s gotten more erotic. A shiver runs through me as his hand traces the curve of my body, finally stopping at my shoulder blades.
“Bend over for me, Snowflake.” His voice is deep and gruff like his own restraint is seconds from snapping.
I do as he says. My nipples graze the textured runner, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. The scarf around my wrist tightens as he pulls my arms back. My back arches and then—he’s inside me. Long, thick, filling me in one deep thrust that steals my air. “Yes!”
“Fuck. You feel incredible like this. Your pussy is so eager to take every inch of me.” The table creaks with every powerful push, his grunts mixing with my moans. The sound is obscene, perfect, addictive. “Fucking gorgeous. Look at you taking all of my cock.”
He comes to a stop still inside of me. “It’s time for me to unwrap my Christmas present.” He tugs the fabric around my wrists until my hands are free and fall to the edge of the table. He pumps into me a few more times, more leisurely like he wants to savor every second. “I want to see you when you come.” With one hand across my chest, he pulls me so I’m upright. He slides out of me and spins me around. “On the table,” he demands. With his help, I sit on the edge of the table. Glitter clings to my chest from the runner.
He nestles himself between my legs, the tip of his cock sliding against my pussy. He grips my chin and presses his lips to mine as he pushes his bare cock into me. My body jolts as my breath catches in my throat. I rock my hips, pushing deeper into him.
“Look at us,” he groans, rubbing his thumb over my clit, driving me higher. “Perfect.”
When he pulls out, he’s glistening with my wetness, and the sight alone makes my teeth sink into my bottom lip. God, it’s filthy and beautiful all at once—watching him disappear inside me again and again, owning every inch of me. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as his hips keep driving into mine. I lock my legs tighter around his waist, my heels digging into the firm curve of his ass, urging him to go deeper, harder.
A guttural groan vibrates through his chest. “I’m not gonna last like this. You feel too fucking good.”
His hand slips between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that make me cry out. My body writhes against his, desperate, greedy, clinging to him like if I let go, I’ll float away. My nails score his shoulders, half-moon marks biting into his skin as pleasure builds, sharp and relentless.
“Yes, yes, more,” I chant, my voice breaking as the pressure coils hotter and tighter.
He hauls me closer, one arm banded across my back, giving him the leverage to thrust deeper, rougher. The table creaks beneath us along with the sound of skin slapping skin in time with our ragged breaths.
“Come for me, Brie,” he pants, each word a command, a plea. “Come all over my cock.”
