Page 56 of Christmas With The Kings
He watched me struggle, hiding his smirk behind a neutral mask, but I caught the faint twitch of his lips. By the time I reached him, my arms ached. He finally took pity on me, plucking the hanger from my hands as though it weighed nothing.
His expression didn’t waver. “Help me.”
Heat licked up my spine. I blinked at him. “Help you? As in—”
He smoothed the suit out across the bedspread before straightening to his full height. The sheer size of him always knocked the breath out of me. “You undressed me, little love. Now you’ll do the reverse.”
A shiver of delight shot through me.
A bossy, commanding, smug Santa? I could deal with that.
I swallowed, then reached for the trousers first, the most logical place to start. But logic didn’t last long. The moment I held them open, I let myself sink to my knees.
If at first you do not succeed—try, try, again.
“Do you remember the first time I knelt for you, my beloved?” I asked, tilting my head back to catch his eyes.
His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking as his hand reached down to caress my face. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers lingering against my cheek.
“I do. It was beautiful then, and it’s beautiful now. There’s something about you on your knees. It does things to me.”
“I can tell,” I breathed, shamelessly letting my gaze linger.
The evidence of his growing state of arousal was right there at eye level. The only thing standing in my way was the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. His cock strained against it, protesting the confinement. My pulse quickened.
Would he letme? Only one way to find out.
I dropped the trousers and shimmied closer on my knees, letting my lips skim the solid firm muscle of his calf. A kiss here, one there, light as a feather. Then another higher, at the knee.
My lips moved up right below the leg hem of his boxers. I dragged the tip of my tongue across it and used my fingers to push the material up higher, exposing more of his thigh. My mouth explored the skin, the hair on his legs tickling as I went.
On a whim, I leaned down and took a portion of his flesh into my mouth and sucked. Hard. His sharp hiss cut through the air, followed by a low groan that vibrated all the way down to my bones. His hand flexed once at his side, knuckles whitening as though he was fighting the urge to bury it in my hair.
I pulled back and saw lust-filled eyes gazing down. I gripped as much of his thighs as I could and pressed my thumbs on the inner area, massaging. He cleared his throat roughly, tilting his head toward the mantel clock. I watched his gaze tick to the time, his jaw tightening, clearly weighing need against obligation.
The sound he made—half growl, half broken exhale—was victory enough.
Ivan
This fucking woman. The temptation to whip my cock out and let her suck me off was low-key making me tremble inside.
“Please Sir, let me pleasure you with my mouth. I’ll be fast.”
Damn it all to hell. The thought of it had me rock hard. Fuck it. I slid my hand to the back of her head, threaded my fingers in her rich hair and yanked back.
She whimpered as our eyes locked onto one another. I nodded, and she brought her hands up to the waistband of my boxer briefs. With one solid yank, she had my cock freed. Her hand wrapped around the base, and she tugged. It was absurd how large it was in her tiny hands.
The feel of her hot, wet mouth encompassing my sensitive tip was heaven. A deep guttural groan reverberated around the room as she perfectly swirled her tongue around the head. I ran my fingers through her silky strands, loving the texture. The longer I caressed her, the more the tension in her body climbed.
The sweet girl from a minute ago moved quickly into full-on brat mode. I let her have her fun as she teased the tip of me. So much for being fast, the little shit. She should have known better than to play with me.
With her distracted, I made my move, and she missed it entirely. My fingers went from working through the strands of her hair to fisting a chunk of it at the base of her skull. Slowly, I pushed further into her mouth and toward the back of her throat. Like the good girl she was, there was the smallest gag before she relaxed her throat.
“Such a good girl,” I hissed. “Holdfucking still.”
Repositioning my hands, I grabbed her head with both and fucked her tight, warm mouth. With her cheeks hollowed out, she furiously sucked me down like the greedy little whore she was.
The hungry sounds she made as she sucked me filled my ears and had me feeling fucking animalistic. But it didn’t take long for her little mouth to get tired. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when her hand joined in on the action.
