Page 22 of All I Wank for Christmas

I tremble as electric pleasure moves up and down my spine, down to my toes that flex against his magic suit, and up to my tongue that flops around in my lolling mouth. He licks, sucks, and nose nuzzles me until I stop shaking and moaning something that sounds like his name.

When I can lean up on my elbows again, he smiles from between my legs, takes one long lick up my slit, and places a last kiss on my belly button. “Are we even now, Holly Hepperdine?”

“Oh, Mr. Nicholas, I’d say I actually owe you after that.”

His fingers trace my hips and thighs. “That’s how good you made me feel today. It was wild how hard I came from just your hand.”

“I want more,” I whisper. I don’t know where the desire comes from. The man just finished me.

He grins a sly grin. “What exactly do you want?”

“Something. Anything.” I grip the collar of the suit and pull him up to me.

He settles on top of me and strokes my hair back from my face. I must look a fright. My hair is probably everywhere. If I look half as rumpled as him, I’m a mess. His hair sticks out in several places, and wetness glistens on his beard scruff. He lowers his mouth to mine so that I taste him on my tongue.

“Take this suit off, Jasper. I want your skin on me.”

He unbuttons the suit and throws it across the room like he’s a stripper throwing the suit to the crowd. The fabric hits the wall and slides down behind a cabinet. He leans up so I can run my hands down his chest.

Dear Lord, his pecs are cut. His abs are so sculpted, I could wash my clothes on them. Seeing them in the parlor today under the crappy lighting didn’t do them justice. “Holy shit,” I mutter.

“What do you want, Holly? You need to tell me.”

“I want you inside of me. Do you have a condom by chance? Please tell me you have something. Condom. Rubber glove. Something.”

He pulls back. “Fuck. I don’t.” He slides off me and goes to the nearby nightstand. Opening the drawer, he cringes and searches through odds and ends. “No condoms. They have everything else you could ever use with a dick. No condoms, though. Want me to pull out?”

I shake my head. “I’m mid-cycle. Not a good time to play roulette. I don’t want a soldier to slip by the goalie.” I groan and flop back on the bench. Fuck, I want him inside of me. Something needs to get inside of me. After the most intense orgasm of my life, I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard.

“Uh, Holly, if you want some fun, we can still have fun.”

“I’m not using their sex toys,” I say, nodding to the still-open drawer. “Gross.”

“Because they’ve been used?”

“You don’t know if they clean them properly.”

“Well…” His voice trails off and he smooshes his lips together like he’s humming.

“Well, what?”

Jasper pulls out the package for the Tanners that is still in the large pockets of his pants and holds it up. “We could use these. They’re fresh.”

Chapter 8

Holly

“Areyouinsane?Wecan’t unwrap and use their sex toys.”

“Why not?” Jasper asks, but his voice is different. Manic. I don’t recognize his voice or the look in his eyes.

Is he as desperate for me as I am for him? Does he burn for me to have my hands on him like he just did for me? My tongue and lips? My mouth waters at the thought of that gorgeous dick in my mouth.

“What happens if they wonder why they didn’t get a Santa gift this year? And what are we going to do? Have the reindeer fly low and throw Kristin’s dildo into a dumpster when we’re done with it?”

Jasper huffs and unwraps Darryl’s gift, holding it up for me. “Ever use one of these?”

I stare at the package for a moment, my thoughts blank. Oh. My. God. “I give hand jobs. I’m not what you’d call an anal bead connoisseur.”

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