Page 51 of The Grump Who Stole Christmas
I tossed the covers aside as an invitation. She quickly got under them and I covered us both completely. Our own little world. She had goose bumps along her arms, and I could feel the hard pricks of her nipples against my chest as she started to scooch down on the mattress.
She was cold, but I would warm her up. I would heat every last inch of her skin with my mouth. I would…
Oh God! She was already sucking on the head of my dick. Her hot wet mouth pulling me inside. Her tongue swirling around the underside. What the fuck? Who the hell had told her she wasn’t any good at this?
Her tongue played with the indent in my dickhead and I was helpless against the rush of precum that spurted out of me. That didn’t put her off though. If anything, it only fired her up more. Suddenly one hand was at the base of my cock, her other hand was on my balls, and she was taking me as deep as she could, to the back of her throat.
This was not what I was expecting. I would go so far as to say I wasn’t prepared for it. A little tongue action, a little lip action, that had been my previous experience. This felt like being swallowed whole. This felt like being utterly out of control. Totally at her mercy.
“Kay, stop. Kay, I’m going to come. Stop.”
I wanted to get off. I deserved to get off after being so stoic last night.
This was not that. This was hot, wet sucking. This was my balls being rolled in her delicate fingers until I whimpered, the pleasure was so extreme. This was someone who was showing me with her mouth and her hands that she did like this. That she did think it was hot. Because it wasn’t a performance. I could feel her toe running up and down my calf in the same motion of her sucking and stroking. Like she was lost in all of it. Like her whole body was there just to pleasure mine.
“Kay, I mean it,” I said between clenched teeth. “I’m going to come in your mouth. I’m going to come in your mouth so hard.”
But she wouldn’t back away. Instead she reached up with one hand and splayed her fingers over my mouth as if to quiet me. I exploded in a thrust and she took me. She took all of me. I sucked her fingers into my mouth while she did. Desperate to have a piece of her.
When it was over, she rested her cheek on my stomach, her long dark curly hair splayed out on my chest. I toyed with strands of it all the while wondering if I was ever going to have the capacity to think again.
“Okay, tell me who said you’re not good at that,” I muttered. “Because on behalf of all mankind I have to track him down and kill him.”
She lifted her head and propped her chin on her hand, smiling. “Well, after he said it, I really took it to heart. So I found a class and studied to improve.”
“You took a class on sucking dick?” My mind struggled to understand that.
“Not with actual penises,” she said. “It was a sexual improvement class. There were sterilized dildos available or we could bring our own. You can take a class on anything in New York.”
I shook my head. “Some guy made you feel shitty about something you actually like to do, and you took a class to get better? You are the quintessential overachiever, Kay-Kay.”
She wiggled. “I know. It’s sort of a fault of mine.”
I got my hands under her arms and hauled her up my chest so that her cheek was now resting just over my heart. I pulled her hair away so I could see her face. So pretty. So strong. So vulnerable at the same time.
“All you do is talk about your faults, Kay. Your mistakes. The things you think you screwed up. I hope you know those are the last things anyone sees when they look at you.”
She gave a full body shrug but didn’t reply.
She was holding on to something. I was sure of it.
“Tell me you know that about yourself,” I insisted. “Tell me you get how freaking amazing you are.”
She picked her head up again, her pointy chin digging into my chest.
“I’m not so amazing.”
“You’re Kristen Kringle, Vice President of Hart’s Insurance. You’re on track to be one of the youngest female CEOs of a publicly traded company. I, more than anyone, know that’s not easy to accomplish.”
That’s when I saw tears in her eyes, just ready to spill over those dark eyelashes.
This was it, I realized. This, whatever she was about to say next, was what she’d been holding on to.
“I’m none of those things,” she whispered. “Four weeks ago yesterday…I was fired.”
THIRTEEN
Kristen
