Chapter 22 NaughtyNice #2
I press my thumb to the fabric covering her, circling slowly. It darkens with each pass. “Already so wet for me.” Reaching down, I undo the button of my jeans to give my straining dick more room.
“Yes,” she moans, head tipping back.
Bending over, I hook my finger around the fabric and tug it to the side, exposing her glistening pussy.
With my hand on her other thigh, I open her up wider.
I lower myself to her spread legs and press my lips to her inner thigh, tasting her skin as I move closer.
Licking, sucking, teasing until her breath comes in shallow gasps.
Her scent wraps around me, thick and heady. “You want me to lick your pussy?”
“Yes.” Her response comes out breathy.
I trail my nose along her thigh, stopping just shy of her center, then repeat the torture on the other side. Drawing it out. Savoring her. Melting the Ice Queen, I think with a wicked grin.
“Logan, please.” She bucks her hips, begging me to lick her.
“I love that you’re just as frantic as I am.” I spread her open, exposing her clit. Using the flat of my tongue, I run it up her center.
“Oh yes!” she gasps, her entire body shivering.
From between her legs, my gaze wanders up her torso, watching her tits rise and fall with every ragged breath, until I meet her eyes. They’re wild, pleading.
“Shhh. You have to be quiet. Someone walking by could hear you.”
I continue to lap at her pussy, making sure not an inch of her goes untouched. Her fingers clench in my hair, guiding me exactly where she wants me. My dick is suffocating in the confines of my jeans.
“Oh god! Logan!” she moans. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
I pull away and stand.
“Hey!” she protests, propping herself on her elbows, flushed and panting. “I was enjoying that.”
“Yeah, and I told you to be quiet.” I lift a brow.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before slowly sliding it free. “What are you going to do about it?”
I glance around the room, searching for something—anything—that’ll keep her quiet. My gaze lands on a bag of plush toys in the corner. Perfect. I pluck a reindeer from the top and carry it back to where Brie waits, her chest heaving, eyes dark with want.
“Open up and bite down on this.”
Her brows pinch together. “But that’s for the kids who visit Santa.”
I shake the reindeer, and its legs flop back and forth.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy, or would you rather argue with me?” She stares at me for a beat before her gaze drifts to the reindeer.
As each second ticks away, I’m convinced she’s going to tell me to go to hell and kick me out.
“Do you trust me?” Her gaze flicks to me, and my heart thunders in my chest. Maybe I’ve gone too far. Slowly, her lips part.
Relief and heat flood me at once. My mouth curves into a grin. “Good girl.”
I slide the toy between her teeth, the plush legs resting against her flushed cheeks, and then I drop to my knees.
My palms brace her thighs, pushing them wider, and I lower my head, continuing my exploration of her pussy with my tongue.
Using the tip, I circle the edge of her opening before shoving inside her.
Her muffled moan sounds behind the cotton stuffing. Her hand goes between her legs, and she rubs her clit while I fuck her with my tongue. “Mmm.”
Her hips buck, and I do it again. Glancing up, her back is arched, and her other hand pinches her nipple.
Fuck, I love she’s giving herself pleasure while I’m doing the same.
My cock strains painfully in my jeans. With my free hand, I shove them down enough to free myself, pre-cum already leaking.
Using it as lube, I slowly stroke myself.
“Hold these. I want your clit.” I guide her hand to her panties, and she holds them aside while I take over.
With my lips sealed around her clit, I suck.
Hard. Her muffled moans vibrate through the room as she writhes under my tongue.
With a shudder, her orgasm tears through her as she cries out against the plush reindeer.
Her chest heaves as she props up on her elbows, staring down at me with glazed eyes.
I don’t stop, licking her through every aftershock, savoring the way she trembles under my mouth.
She rips the reindeer from between her teeth. Her voice is hoarse but sure. “I want to see you.”
I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She scoots closer to the edge of the table, her legs parting as I stand to my full height. My cock is hard and aching in my fist as I stroke myself. Her gaze drops instantly, and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
“I want to touch you,” she whispers, nudging my hand away, replacing it with hers.
My dick throbs the second her delicate fingers close around me, and I groan. “Fuck, Brie.” I clutch the table for balance. “Spit in your hand.”
She obeys before going back to stroking me. Her thumb sweeps across the crown. The friction makes me hiss through my teeth. “God, you feel so good jacking me off.” Leaning in, I kiss her hungrily, her moans spilling into my mouth as we touch each other.
A tingling, sharp and fast, builds at the base of my spine. My legs tremble. “Oh fuck. Lay down,” I rasp. She drops her hand and reclines against the table. With my elbow, I nudge her legs open farther, putting her pussy on full display as I fist myself. “Touch yourself. Let me see you.”
Her fingers find her clit, rubbing in quick, desperate circles. The sight destroys me. “Oh fuck, yeah,” I groan. “Just like that.” Seconds later, all my restraint snaps, and my orgasm rips through me. Spurt after spurt of cum lands on her stomach.
When the last tremor fades, I rest a shaky hand on her thigh. “Sorry for the mess,” I murmur, still catching my breath.
“It was kind of hot watching you lose control like that.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Reaching up, I free her lip with my thumb, my cock already stirring again. “You’ve got to stop giving me that look. Unless you want round two.”
She flicks her tongue against the pad of my thumb, sending another shiver through me. I’m tempted to pull her off the table and bend her over the edge.
“I have a packet of tissues in my coat pocket.”
She pulls me out of thoughts of burying myself balls-deep inside her.
Glancing around the room, I spot her coat draped over a chair.
I return with a handful of tissues and clean her up before depositing them off to the side.
Leaning down, I press open-mouthed kisses up her hip and along her rib cage.
“So,” I murmur against her skin, “what do you say we call a truce to all these pranks?”
“Why? Because you’re ahead.”
I huff a laugh. “You’re actually keeping score?”
“I am.”
“Fine,” I say, nipping under her breast just to hear her suck in a breath. “How about this—one orgasm on my tongue, and we’re even.”
She whines dramatically. “That only makes us even. I prefer winning.”
I grin. “Two orgasms, then. Final offer.”
She shakes her head, though her body arches when I suck her nipple into my mouth. “Tempting. But you can’t bribe me with orgasms.”
“Are you sure?” I lift my head, arching a brow.
“I’ll give you a sample, and then you can decide if you want to take the deal.
” I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she arches into me, a soft moan falling from her lips.
Her fingers thread through my hair. I’m convinced she’s going to shove my head back between her thighs and demand another orgasm, which I’d be more than willing to give, but she tugs instead.
“As much as I want to continue violating Santa’s Workshop with you,” she says, cheeks flushed, “I have to call a raincheck. I really need to finish wrapping all these presents so I can get home at a decent hour.”
“Only you would pass on an orgasm to wrap presents. Not even real ones.”
She doubles over laughing, her belly shaking. “What can I say? Wrapping is a turn-on. The paper crinkling, silky ribbon sliding through your fingers, tape ripping—mm, hot.”
“No wonder this is your favorite time of year.”
“Oh my god, I was joking!” She shoves at my shoulders until I’m standing.
I scoop up her underwear and jeans, passing them over, then yank my shirt on while she wriggles into her clothes. When I tug her sweater into place, she quirks a brow. “I’ve never had anyone help me put my clothes back on.”
“I took them off,” I say with a grin. “Figured it’s only fair. Though admittedly less fun.”
Brie’s phone chimes from the other side of the room. “That’s probably Willa asking if I’m done yet.” She strolls to the opposite side and pulls her phone from her purse.
In the meantime, I swipe the reindeer off the table and shove it into my coat pocket. When I glance up her posture stiffens. My humor fades, and I lean against the table, ankles crossed. “What’s wrong?”
Her head lifts slowly, and the light in her eyes is gone, replaced by something sharp and hollow. “What’s the real reason you came here tonight?”
I straighten. “To return the top hat.”
“It wasn’t for us to… to do this.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “No. It kind of snowballed into that.”
Her voice cuts like ice. “You didn’t come here to sleep with me just to get me to back down?”
“What are you insinuating?”
She thrusts her phone toward me. On the screen in big, bold letters: A Tale of Dueling Christmas Celebrations.
I scan it, brow furrowing. “I don’t get it. Both our events are in the article. Isn’t that good?”
Her gaze burns into me. “She quoted you. Said, ‘It would be a lot easier if I could break her icy exterior.’”
Her voice shakes as she spits the words back at me. “So tell me, Logan—was this you breaking my icy exterior?”