Chapter 17
Seventeen
Henry
His voice is sexier in person. It’s so hard not to melt into a damn puddle every time he says something low in my ear.
I never know when it’s going to be something casual like how the food tastes or if the words will be a promise for later.
I’ll make sure he keeps it too. I know it’s only our first date but I don’t fucking care.
I’ve been dreaming about this man being inside me and all over me for what feels like a lifetime.
It wasn’t long ago when everyone I knew felt bad about me being up here alone.
I was dreading it too, but not once since I entered that cabin have I noticed it.
That’s because of him. I still can’t believe he’s standing right next to me, ushering me out of the restaurant and back to his car with his addicting scent. Oranges and leather.
“So, this tree is up the road you say?” The signal light makes a clicking sound.
“Yeah. Take a right at the second stop sign after taking a right out of the restaurant.”
“Done and done,” he says in a light tone. “I’ve probably seen a million large, lit Christmas trees, but for whatever reason, I’m super excited to see this one.”
“It’s a good one,” I say between chuckles, and my heart skyrockets when he laces his fingers in mine.
“This okay?”
“Yeah.” I lick my dry lips, taking the bottom one between my teeth. “I’m excited too, and I’ve seen this one way more than I’ve seen any others.”
“You haven’t gotten to see it in this way, though.”
“No.” I smile, turning my face toward where his voice is coming from. “Not in this way, or with you.”
His fingers squeeze mine tighter as he drags them over to his knee. “I’ve wanted to grab your hand this whole time, but I wasn’t sure if you’re the hand-holding type.”
“I am. Way more than anyone I’ve ever dated.”
“Then we’ll get along great, holding hands while we visit all the places we’ve already been, this time together.”
When we reach the park ten minutes later, he rushes to open my door and holds my hand while we walk to where the tree is.
Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, those sexy, warm lips brush their way up my neck to my ear, and he says, “Nine feet tall. Red ornaments with gold embroidery and gold balls with red ringlets. Red velvet trim and a partridge in a pear tree.”
I laugh, nudging my head into his neck and leaning so close his entire body heat radiates around me.
It really does feel like I’m coming here for the first time.
He tells me more details, not forgetting all the fake presents and lit-up reindeer around it.
The picture is painted more perfectly whenever he goes on about the two men looking up at it with twinkling lights hanging above them.
“The taller man with darker hair looks at the one with honey-colored strands, wanting badly to kiss him.”
So that’s why he calls me Honey. Makes the term more endearing. His hand falls lower on my back, and he goes on to say, “He lowers his face to his, gripping his chin.” His fingers hook under my face. “And he waits to see if he lifts himself on his tiptoes to meet him the rest of the way.”
My breaths come in and out too quickly, legs shaking as I lift myself on my feet, finding the corner of his mouth with my thumb to help guide me.
It doesn’t take much for my mouth to figure out where to go.
A magnetic force works overtime between us, sealing my lips perfectly over his, and they move against mine slowly.
Warm and soft, he parts them to welcome my tongue into his mouth.
I’m buzzing from head to toe, feeling like I’m sparkling and glowing brighter than the star on the top of the tree.
He tastes like candy canes and the hot chocolate we shared at the restaurant.
My toes curl in my shoes as his fingers tangle in my hair to deepen the kiss.
Our tongues grow hungry and desperate, each needing more from the other while taking it.
Minutes later we pull away at the same time, breathless with our foreheads pressing together.
“What else do they do?” I ask, sounding exasperated.
He presses his lips to my nose and then to my lips. “Want me to show you instead of telling you?”
“Yeah.”
It’s all he needs to hear me say before he grabs my hand and drags me back to the car. We run as snow falls from the sky. I lift my face to catch some flakes on my tongue and then climb into the passenger side. “I love the snow,” I say as he’s sliding in beside me.
“That makes one of us,” he says a little too quickly. “But I’ve never been a fan of the cold in general.”
“But you moved to a place with cold winters. Really cold winters,” I say pointedly.
“Yeah . . .” He pauses for a beat. “It wasn’t because of the weather, though.”
“What was it for?”
“A change, I guess.” The engine roars to life and the steering wheel rubs hard under his hand as the car moves backward. “And I guess to make sure I don’t like the cold.”
“And you’re sure?”
“Pretty damn sure, but I don’t mind it as much today.” He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the back.
“I don’t mind stumbling around and being in a car today either.”
“Good. Want to listen to some Christmas music?”
“Of course. There’s nothing better.”
“Oh, there definitely is.” He sets my hand down and lays his on the inside of my thigh. “But it is one of my favorite things about this time of the year.”
“Show me what’s better?” I turn my face all the way toward him, heart jumping in my chest.
“Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
The car stops moving and I hear his seat belt retract, metal hitting the inside interior.
Arm pressing tighter to mine, his fingers skirt lower, and he rubs slowly over my tented jeans.
I tense against the seat, and my breaths come out staggered when he gropes me harder.
I undo my zipper and slide my bottom closer to the edge of the seat as he drags my pants down to my knees.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
My head tilts back, my next breath choking at the back of my throat when he pulls the front of my underwear to the side. Cool air hits my skin, heightening my arousal, and his warm mouth adds another wonderful sensation to my skin when he licks at my tip.
“So, so beautiful.”
I try to move my hand between his legs but he holds my wrist in place. “Not yet. This is about you. Only you.”
“I . . .” My brain stops comprehending how to speak when his mouth closes around my cock head, slowly sliding down to my base and then up with his tongue swirling around me. He adds a little suction, warmth closing tighter around me as he goes lower and gags with his nose buried in my groin.
He does those “mmm” noises around my cock and they vibrate all over my skin, making it hard to stay still.
I place my hand on his head, keeping him where I need him as he makes more choking sounds, digging his nails into my hips.
I thrust upward, and it doesn’t take much moving on my part for the intensity to grow as I lose myself in the pleasure of everything he’s doing to me.
My heels dig into the floorboard, and I tug on his hair, fucking his mouth until I’m shaking out of control.
I come down his throat without warning and he swallows it down, milking me for all I have before licking up every drop he missed.
His warm tongue swipes over my sensitive skin, and I can feel him smiling against me as he presses a kiss to one of my thighs.
“Sss-sorry. I lost control and didn’t . . . I—”
“Shh.” He cuts me off with a finger to my lips and helps me slide my clothes back on while kissing my cheek. “You did exactly what I wanted you to. You let go and let me take care of you.”
“I . . .” My lips fold inward and I take a breath before continuing to speak. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that way.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I haven’t.”
“Good thing for us both it won’t be the only time either.”
“You sure you want to make that promise? I’d be very careful if I were you. I might take full advantage.”
“Please do, Honey. Whenever you’re ready for me to make you come again, take off those clothes, spread those thighs, and lie still, and I’ll take care of the rest.” He kisses my cheek, squeezing my knee, and chuckles at how speechless he leaves me.
I lean back in my seat, my mouth still hanging open and legs spread apart, wondering if he really means what he says.
Music plays as the car jumps back onto the road and he sings along to “Frosty The Snowman.” I join in halfway through the song, my heart lighting up when he holds my hand again and I’m no longer questioning his offer from before.
He’s done everything he’s said he would so far.
Not once has he fed me empty promises, and once we’re back inside my cabin, he proves himself even more by freeing my aching erection as he pins me against the wall.
I’m whimpering needily as he strokes me slowly between his fingers, attacking my neck with his mouth before licking his way up my jaw.
My legs grow unsteady, feet feeling like they’re lifting off the ground when his skin buzzes over me with each beautiful brush.
Tightening his grip, he pumps his fist quicker after something wet drips on my shaft.
“So beautiful like this. I want to keep you this way for as long as I can.”
More moans crawl up my throat and I arch my hips. “I’m . . . I’m so close.”
“I can feel how close you are, Honey. Your pretty little cock keeps leaking all over me.” His voice is deep and sultry, adding to my building pleasure.
“So close.”
“You ready to come for me? Ready to let me taste you again?” He licks at the corner of my mouth, driving me crazy with his hands, and I fuck forward, hole squeezing when his fingers slide down my crack.
He rubs over my needy hole and I shoot my load.
Who knew I had anything left? Who knew I’d be okay with being the only one to come for the second time?
I’m okay with it, feeling greedy for more, and when we’re on the couch watching a movie, I spread my thighs again.
This time I flip to my stomach, undoing the front of my pants and exposing the top of my ass to him.
Taking the bait, he tugs my pants and underwear down until they’re both around my ankles.
Climbing between my thighs, he makes a deep guttural noise and spreads my ass cheeks.
“Poor needy little Honey, needs to feel good everywhere. He’s gone too long without it.”
“Please,” I beg as he bites at one of my fleshy globes.
“Please what?”
“I . . . I need.”
“I know exactly what you need, baby, but I need to hear you say it.”
Baby. He called me another cute name. I like when he does that. I like everything he does. I especially like when he gets me to admit to myself and him what I truly want. “You to . . . you . . .”
“Me to what?” He licks up and down my crease and I jerk forward.
“To make me feel good.”
“Here?” He tucks a hand beneath me to squeeze my cock, and I shake my head.
“Where?”
Flexing my hips, I rock forward and back. My hand drops down my body and I fold into myself to graze my hole with my finger. “Here.”
“Here?” He pushes my finger away with his and it’s already wet.
“Yes.”
“Here?” His hand presses on my lower back, causing my face to fall into one of the throw pillows as he licks over my quivering entrance.
“Ye-yes.” My breathing picks up and I push back, the tip of his tongue breaching my hole. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmm. You like that, huh? Me giving your hole as much attention as I’ve given your cock?”
“More.” Heat cascades up my body when he shoves his face back against my ass, feasting on me with his tongue going deeper.
I kick my legs, fingers curling in front of me as I spread my thighs wider to welcome him more.
He takes my invitation, slipping his hands under my legs to lift my ass higher in the air, and he twirls his tongue in me and nips at my sensitive hole.
He licks me some more, his facial hair rubbing over my rim as he thrusts in and out of me.
I rub my ass harder against his face, and I’m no longer able to hold back from erupting when he sets me back down to add a finger.
The sensation of his wet mouth and scissoring fingers has me thrashing against the couch.
I come into the couch cushions, knowing I’ll regret it later.
But right now, I collapse forward, smiling into the pillow as he rubs my back and kisses my shoulder.
“Should we start the movie over?”
“Mhm,” is all I manage to say, too blissed out to form actual words.
“Okay. Tell me where your bathroom is and I’ll grab a towel to clean you up. Then I’ll come back, fix us some popcorn and tell you about the trees in The Grinch.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling and closing my eyes for a little while. I should ask about taking care of him, and although I am curious as to what he tastes like too, the only thing I can fully focus on is the words he said earlier.
“This is about you.”
Never have I felt more comfortable letting it be, and I’m ready for more. For it to be more about me and for him to keep encouraging it.