Chapter 7
KILLIAN
“ Y ou want to eat my cookie?”
God, the way she said it was so fucking cute and yet so sexy at the same time. She must’ve taken off her heels because her head barely hit my shoulder. Her lips parted, and it was all I could do to not throw her over my shoulder and find a place to spread her out and find out what made her scream. Made her legs tremble.
Made her come all over my face.
“Do you want me to, Christmas Girl?” I asked, my dick already onboard with whatever plan she agreed to. Hopefully it included her riding my face and finishing with making her come at least three times.
Never let it be said I didn’t know how to make a Christmas wish come true to the utmost degree.
“I-” she began, cheeks flushed. But she opened the door even more and stepped back. I stepped in closer, just enough that I could smell her skin. “You must be freezing! Come inside.”
“Only if you want me to,” I repeated.
She nodded. “I want you to.”
When she closed the door and stood with her back up against it, I caged her in with my hands on either side of her head, bag of cookies on the table next to the door. “Do you?”
“Only if you want to?”
“Is that a question or an answer, Noelle? Because I want you to ride my face so I can taste you and make you come. Hard. Then, I want to find out exactly how you like to be touched. Fucked. Hard. Soft. Slow. Fast.” I ran my nose along her jawline, breathing her in. Feeling her body tremble with need.
“Yes,” she said, breathless. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, the skirt of her dress hiked up. My dick ground against her center, and she gasped into my mouth as I kissed her, tasting the girl I couldn’t stop thinking about for one second since she fell into my arms. “Bedroom, hall right,” she said in between nipping at my bottom lip.
“Oh, hell no. Christmas tree. Now. Pillows.”
I scoped out the perfect place when she turned away to shut the door just moments before. Her palace looked like Christmas exploded, and her tree was next to a fireplace with piles of festive decorative pillows scattered artfully on the floor. I carried her over to them, nudged them with my foot, and lowered to the floor with Noelle still wrapped around me.
“I’m going to make your Christmas wish come true, Noelle. Over and over.”
Her cheeks flushed and she squeaked, “You are?” She shifted, and my dick jumped from the friction.
“Fuck yes, Christmas girl. Dress off. I want to see you when my tongue tastes every drop of you. Every fucking gasp and moan is mine.”
She stood, and I ran my hands up her legs as she reached for the zipper on the side of the red santa dress she wore. Arms slid out, and it fell down her body, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties. Noelle stepped out of it. I flung the dress out of the way and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the thin lace fabric covering her pussy. Witha smirk, I dragged them down.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Even in the glow from the Christmas lights, I could see she was wet and ready for me. Fuck. Me. She’s beautiful, lips kiss swollen, hair tousled, and eyes wide with desire.
“Sit on my face, baby,” I growled.
“What if you can’t bre-”
“Let me worry about that, Christmas girl,” I murmured as I gripped her thighs. She lowered down, hovering just above me. I gripped her hips and pulled her core to mouth.
“Kilian,” she moaned as I flattened my tongue, tasting her.
I licked, slowly, enjoying the taste and feel of her. The way she rode my face without any inhibition. Fucking her with my tongue as her hips rolled. She clenched her thighs, head thrown back and ran her hands up from her belly to her breasts. I growled, and she jerked. Close to coming, and fuck, it only made me grip her hips tighter, increasing my pace, flicking and eating her like she was my favorite Christmas dessert.
“Oh, God, Killian, I’m going to come,” she moaned, and tried to pull away from my mouth, but I held on tight as she quivered and trembled above me.
There was no other sight I wanted to see this Christmas than seeing Noelle fall apart above me, coming and gasping as she rode me with wild abandon. She bit her lip, and finally collapsed, falling forward and caught herself by her hands braced on the floor above my head.
“Oh God, can you breathe?” she asked, sliding down until she sat on my chest. “Shit!” She went to rise up, but I stopped her. “I’m getting you all wet-”
“That was the idea, Noelle.”
She covered her face with a giggle. “Well, you certainly went above and beyond.”
“Christmas wish granted?”
“Oh, yes.” I sat up, placing her on my lap. She kissed me, tasting herself. “Um, you’re covered-”
“With you?” She nodded. “Fuck yes.” I ground my hips with a growl. “Should we see how many more wishes I can grant?”
“Yes, please…”
Somewhere in the back, a sharp bark made us both look. “Frosty?”
Noelle giggled. “He barks in his sleep. And nothing can wake him up. Not even Santa coming-”
“Oh, Christmas girl I like a challenge.”