Page 46 of Shut Up and Jingle Me
His mouth finds mine before I can say a word, hot and demanding, kissing me until my head spins. I grip his hips, trying to steady myself, but he’s relentless sunshine, nipping at my bottom lip, chasing every groan I give him with swipes of his tongue.
By the time he pulls back, I’m breathing hard, cock heavy between us.
Eli glances down, eyes going dark with hunger, and then he drops to his knees without hesitation. My stomach lurches.
“Eli—”
But his hands are already wrapping around the base of me, his mouth sliding hot and wet down my length. I choke on a curse, bracing one hand against the wall to my left, the other tangling in his hair. He hums around me, sucking deep, taking me into his mouth like he’s starving.
“Fuck—” My head tips back. My thighs shake as he works me over, his tongue flicking and swirling over my mushroom head, his throat relaxing to take me deeper. He’s good—too good—andthe way his eyes lift to mine while his lips are stretched around my cock nearly undoes me right there.
Eli’s lips slide off me with a wet pop, and for a second, I think I can breathe again. Then his tongue is at the base, licking slowly, dragging up until he’s swirling around the head just to watch me twitch.
“Jesus, Eli?—”
He hums before sinking back down, cheeks hollowing as he sucks. The pull is tight, relentless, and I swear my knees are going to give out. My fingers fist in his hair, not guiding, just hanging on.
Then his hand drifts lower. His palm cradles my balls, rolling them with a careful squeeze that has me cursing loudly, hips jerking forward. He doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets more wicked with it, fingers sliding back to stroke the sensitive spot behind, then circling further—teasing at my rim. My ass clenches.
“Fuck—don’t—” The protest dies in my throat, replaced with a guttural groan. The tease is maddening, his finger ghosting over me in rhythm with the drag of his mouth.
Eli glances up at me, eyes blazing; he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He bobs his head deeper, swallowing around me, cheeks hollowed tight, until I’m nearly choking on my own breath.
Every nerve in my body sparks at once. The heat coiling low in my stomach is white-hot, desperate, and I’m seconds away from losing it.
“Eli—” My voice is ragged. “You’re…fuck, you’re gonna make me?—”
Eli pulls back just enough to swirl his tongue around the tip, his spit and my pre-cum glistening on his lips. He squeezes my balls with just enough pressure to make me gasp, then drags his fingers back to circle my rim again, lazy and taunting.
“Eli…” My voice cracks, more plea than command.
He grins up at me, lips shiny. “What’s that, Calder? Didn’t quite catch it.”
I groan, hips bucking forward in a silent plea, but he moves his hand from my base to grip me tight, stroking agonizingly slow. His mouth hovers, close enough to breathe warmth over my cock but not touch.
“Beg me,” he whispers. “I want to hear you say it.”
My chest heaves. Pride claws at me, but it doesn’t stand a chance against the fire in my veins. He circles my rim again, tongue flicking over the head of my cock, and I break.
“Please,” I rasp. “Suck me, Eli. Take me down. I need it—need you.”
The sound he makes is half laugh, half moan, and then he finally gives me what I’m begging for. He swallows me deep, cheeks hollowing in that perfect fucking way he has, throat working around me until I’m cursing loud, head tipping back.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Just Eli—wet, hot, perfect fucking lips around me, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
Eli’s mouth is a slick furnace around me, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks me deep, then pulls back to drag his tongue along the underside of my cock. His fingers squeeze my balls, roll them slowly, and the other hand teases that circle at my rim again, threatening to press inside, all of it is just enough pressure to keep my whole body tight, trembling.
I’m so close I can taste it, every muscle strung up tight. My hips jerk, and he swallows me down again, deeper this time, throat flexing around me. I cry out, raw, undone—about to spill.
And then he pulls off with a filthy wet pop, stroking me with that slow, deliberate fist, lips glistening as he looks up at me.
“Not yet.” His grin is wicked, cruel, and holy fuck it makes me harder. “I said beg, Calder.”
“Jesus Christ, Eli—” My voice cracks, turning into a ragged groan as my cock twitches in his grip. My knees nearly give out. “Please. Please don’t stop. I need to come. Let me, Princess. Please. Let me come inside your hot fucking mouth.”
That’s what does it. He enjoys being called princess. His smug grin softens into something molten, and he sinks his mouth back over me, all the way down until his nose presses against my stomach. He hums, the vibration shooting straight through me, and I shatter with a broken moan.
My orgasm tears through me, spilling into his mouth in thick, hot pulses. Eli swallows it down, sucking every last drop until I’m shaking, gasping his name.
