Page 118 of Shut Up and Jingle Me
“To everything I can’t resist.”
Pushing his jacket to the floor with mine, my hands find the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as he goes to his knees. I tug it free and drop it into the growing pile, as he flicks the button of my jeans open and slides down the zipper. He pulls them down slowly, kissing the trail of skin he uncovers, until the words I meant to say dissolve somewhere between his mouth on my happy trail and my dry mouth.
If I weren’t already hard as a rock, I’d be there the second his tongue slips out and licks at the line of my oblique.
“Mmmm, you taste like sugar.”
I let out a broken laugh as his fingers wrap around my length and he swipes his flat tongue over my crown. Then sucks me between his lips. Shit. My hips jerk forward, sinking further into his hot mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, tangling my fingers into his hair.
He leans back, releasing me to say, “Sit down before your knees give out, Princess.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I shuffle back until my legs hit my bed and drop down. He reaches for my shoes the second I’m sitting and pulls them off, my jeans and boxers following quickly after.
His hands trace up my legs, slow and sure, spreading heat everywhere they touch. By the time he settles between my knees, my pulse is a steady roar in my ears.
He moves in again, slower this time, every touch deliberate. The world goes quiet—just the sound of breath, the slide of his fingers along my shaft, the faint scrape of his stubble against my thigh. It’s dizzying, grounding, too much, and exactly what I need.
My head tips back, a shudder working through me as he finds a rhythm that pulls everything tight inside my chest.
Then his mouth is on me. He relaxes his throat, dipping all the way down, until I can feel his breath on my skin. When heswallows around my head, I let out another groan of pleasure, my balls tightening. And if I thought that was good, when he glides his fingers over my taint, I think I’m going to pass out.
“You’re going to make me come.”
He hums, and my breath catches in my throat. My entire body tenses as I explode into his mouth, my cum pulsing out of me as he continues to swallow and suck me through my orgasm. When he releases me from between his lips, he presses a soft kiss to my hip bone, then naval, working his way up my chest as he rises. Then he takes my mouth in a rough needy kiss that has me twitching against my stomach.
I push down his joggers and briefs, needing to feel all of him against me. He shifts to help me, his cock dragging along my stomach as he does. His hips shift into mine, the drag of his hard length along my semi hard dick almost too much.
I break off the kiss, nipping at his lower lip as I do. “I got tested. It came back, and I’m clean.”
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My stomach dropsat his words. Not an unpleasant feeling, but a dip of excitement.
I prop myself up on my hands, dragging my lip between my teeth as I stare down at him. I slowly release my lip with a swipe of my tongue. “Are you asking me for something, Eli?”
“Do I have to ask?”
I grind against him with a growl. And he starts to grow hard again beneath me.
He’s still breathing hard when I catch his chin between my fingers and make him look at me. The flush creeping up his throat, and the way his lips part like he’s trying to find air—is enough to undo me all over again.
“Mine’s clean, too. Are you mine, Princess?” I ask. It comes out rough, closer to a confession than a question.
For a heartbeat, he doesn’t answer, just grabs the front of my shirt and drags me down into a kiss that feels like a yes. Slow. Certain. The kind that settles somewhere deep and refuses to leave.
When he finally pulls back, his breath ghosts over my mouth. “Yeah,” he whispers, eyes flicking between mine. “I’m yours.”
Something inside me stutters—hope, disbelief, and want all tangled together. I press my forehead to his and breathe him in, every thought burning down to one simple truth: I’m his too.
“Good.”
He wiggles beneath me and leans up to nip my chin. “But you are going to have to fuck me soon, or we’re going to have a problem. It’s been way too long since I’ve had your big dick deep inside of me. And I’m looking forward to feeling you bare.”
His attempt at dirty talk makes me snort, but I snake my hand down between us anyway, brushing over his shaft, and past his taint to the rim of his ass. He arches into me, spreading his legs wider for me.
