Page 60 of Shut Up and Jingle Me
“Only the ones who won’t get out of my head,” he mutters, and then his mouth is on mine again, stealing every ounce of air I’ve got left.
When his hands drop lower, unlacing my pants with deliberate slowness, my heart stutters hard. He’s staring at me, eyes dark, daring me to stop him. I don’t. I can’t. My hands fist in his hair as he pushes me back, my pulse pounding so loud it’s all I can hear.
“You drove me insane out there,” Max growls, his hand slipping into my pants and tugging at my dick, testing me with the rough swipe of his thumb over the already swelling head. “Singing like that, acting like nothing happened—like we didn’t spend all weekend?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, hips jerking helplessly, every nerve lit up. “Had to play it cool,” I breathe. “Can’t have them knowing I already?—”
“Don’t.” His mouth crashes back over mine, stealing the words, swallowing the sound. “Don’t finish that.”
The next second, he’s dropping to his knees, hands firm on my thighs, shoving my pants down. His eyes flick up, wicked and determined, and my whole body goes tight, bracing.
“Max—”
“You didn’t have time to shower.” He smirks, leaning in, voice low and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to…take care of the sweat myself.”
The words shot straight through me. Heat surges in my belly, my head tipping back against the table as his mouth replaces his hand. He hums along my length in pleasure. Every muscle locks, then melts, pleasure crashing through me so fast I can barely bite back the sound that claws its way up my throat.
“Fffuuck—someone could hear?—”
He pulls back just long enough to smirk against my swollen head, voice muffled. “Then keep it down, Starling.”
I grip his hair tighter, every bit of restraint snapping, because there’s no way in hell I can. Not when he’s doing this. Not when he’s looking up at me like I’m the only thing he’ll ever want.
I let out a loud moan, and he snakes a hand up my chest, over my neck and jaw to my mouth, clamping it over my lips.
“Quiet,” he orders.
The sound dies in my throat, caught under his palm. My eyes squeeze shut, every muscle straining as his mouth works me over, merciless, unrelenting. His tongue weighs me on it before swiping over my slit. Holy fucking shit. I’m going to come soon. The pressure of his hand, the heat of it pressed over my lips, only makes everything hotter. My body jerks against the table, desperate for release, desperate for more.
Another moan tries to escape and is muffled by his palm.
I can’t breathe right. My lungs burn, my pulse slamming so hard I think he can feel it under his hand. His eyes are on mine the whole time, dark and intent, watching every twitch, every tremor.
When he finally drags his hand away, I gasp in air, half-sob, half-curse, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak. He grabsmy jaw, tilting my head down, forcing me to look at him while he works me to the edge.
His cheeks hollow as he sucks me hard, deep throating me before pulling back with a wet pop.
“Look at me,” he growls. “Don’t you dare hide from me now.”
I choke out his name, broken, and my vision blurs at the edges. I’m so close I can barely think, every nerve on fire, every ounce of restraint shredded.
And he knows it. I see it in the pleased curve of his mouth, the satisfaction burning in his eyes.
“You might be mine only in secret,” he says, voice rough and certain, “but you’re mine, Princess.”
Holy fuck. Yes.I am.
The words tear something wide open inside me, make my whole body jerk against his hold. My hands fist in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more, needingeverything. My back arches against the table, a helpless sound breaking free before I can stop it.
He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t give me space to think or breathe, just drives me harder, his grip on my hip bruising, his eyes locked on mine like he’s staking a claim. His mouth; God, his mouth…fuck.
“You hear me?” he growls between ragged breaths, dragging his mouth back just enough to make me suffer. “You’re mine, Eli.”
“Yes,” I choke out, voice cracked, wrecked. “Yours—God, Max?—”
The heat crashes through me all at once, every nerve lit, every thought scattering. My world narrows to the sharp edge of his touch, his voice, his mouth, until I’m gone—shaking, gasping, unraveling right there under his hands.
Cum pulses out of me, straight down his eager throat. He swallows every drop, licking me clean. It is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
