Chapter 19
BELLA
We get everything unloaded from the truck and into the house, and Hardy helps me carry down all the wrapping supplies from my closet.
I didn’t even try to jump his bones when we were in my bedroom, and I’m proud of myself for that.
Hardy, on the other hand, keeps checking me out, and I catch him readjust himself every chance he gets.
Laying out all the supplies on the kitchen table, I ask the hard-hitting question. “Ribbon or bows?”
“There is nothing I’d love more than to see you wrapped up in this and nothing else,” he says, holding up a spool of ribbon. “Actually, this gives me an idea.”
“I love where your mind is headed, but we have to wrap these gifts first or we’ll never finish.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure we both finish.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “I love this side of you,” I say, cringing at the fact that I keep saying love, especially after that moment we shared in the parking lot earlier.
“And I love…” he trails off, and his almost confession hangs heavy in the air between us as he eyes my lips.
Is it too soon to feel this strongly about him? Could I love him already?
“I love this. Spending time with you. And not just you—all of us, Isaac and Avery too. It feels like a little piece of my soul heals every time we’re all together. Like I was meant to find you on that call that night so you could be a part of my life, our lives.”
He moves around the table, gathering me in his arms as he pulls me tightly against him. I can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest and it comforts me knowing that I might not be alone in this feeling.
“I’m so thankful you’re helping make Christmas special for us. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Then his lips are on mine and all my resolve goes out the window as he lifts me into his arms, grabs the spool of ribbon, and carries me up to my bedroom. My arms rub up and down his thick biceps as I wrap my legs around his waist.
When he sets me on the edge of the bed, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his sculpted abs and the slutty little V lines that disappear into his pants.
I can’t help but trace one with my finger as he pulls his pants and boxers off and then helps me take off my clothes as well.
The only piece of clothing remaining is the Santa hat on my head just like he promised.
There’s no slow striptease when you’re a parent. It’s a race to get naked so you can spend the bulk of your time exploring each other. And do we ever.
He grabs the ribbon, pulling a section of it free as he holds my hands in one of his and winds the red satin around my wrists. There’s just enough left on the spool to bind my hands but nothing else.
With a single hand, he gently pushes me back against the mattress. “One day, I’m going to bind your entire body in ribbon, or rope.”
My breath hitches in my throat at his promise as my chest expands against his palm.
“Would you like that? Being covered in my knots? Restrained so I can have total control over your pleasure?”
All words escape me as his words play out in my mind like a wonderfully dirty movie, and I nod.
He slowly leans down, trailing a tongue around my nipple while his hand pinches the other, squeezing it between two fingers. Every nerve in my body is on fire as he pulls my nipple into his mouth and flicks it rapidly with his tongue.
“Holy fuck!” I moan as he somehow manages to flick it faster while rolling the other with his fingers.
I can feel his hard length against my thigh, and I try to move my hips to position his cock against me, but I can’t with the way he has me pinned down, so I settle for humping against his leg like a dog in heat.
I’m so desperate for release, I’m practically begging.
“Fuck, Hardy, please keep doing that. Please.”
And he does. This man doesn’t say a word, doesn’t nod, he just keeps flicking his tongue as I shamelessly grind my pussy against his thigh. Between the pinching, humping, and the otherworldly flicking, I feel the early tingle of my orgasm build and I let out a low moan when he abruptly pulls back.
“You don’t come until I say you can come. Nod if you understand.”
I quickly nod, overcome with lust at the feral look in his eyes.
“This pussy is mine. Mine to eat. Mine to tease. Mine to fuck. Mine.”
Okay, I love this side of him. There is nothing hotter than a man who knows what he wants in the bedroom. Who isn’t afraid to boss me around and bend me to his will.
He pushes off the bed, grips my thighs, and pulls me to the edge as he kneels. God, this man really does like eating pussy.
“I want you to wrap your legs around my head so tight you worry about my ability to take in oxygen. I want you to smother me in your arousal until it’s all I can breathe, all I can smell, and all I can taste.”
When he presses his face to my pussy, he teases my lips until I’m so wet, so desperate to have him touch my clit that I’m bucking frantically against him.
Placing his arm over my lower abdomen, he holds me in place, forcing me to endure his teasing torture as he pushes his tongue into my opening, swirling it all the way around before thrusting it in and out.
My legs are limp on his shoulder when it hits me that I’m not following his directions, so I wrap them around his head, using my calves to guide him further up my pussy. And he goes willingly, lapping at my clit like it’s his last meal and he hasn’t eaten in days.
Every color of the rainbow flashes behind my eyelids when I pinch them shut, reveling in the sensation of his tongue against me.
He slides his huge palms up my thighs and under my ass, gripping my cheeks as he buries himself further against me.
I’m so close, so damn close as I press my thighs into the sides of his face and try to grip the comforter with my bound hands.
Right as I’m about to come, he pries my thighs open and pushes off the bed, standing back from it as he inhales deep breaths.
How? How does he know each time I’m about to come? I let out a frustrated sigh as he takes a step toward me.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he asks, fisting his cock, and I watch as he swipes his thumb over the tip, collecting the precum there. “Taste the mess you make of me.”
He climbs onto the mattress, straddling me as he grips my jaw and forces it open, pushing his thumb inside as I suck it clean.
“Now taste the mess I make of you,” he commands as he lowers his face to mine and thrusts his tongue in my mouth. The tangy taste of my arousal hits my tongue and ignites a frenzy in both of us as I place my bound wrists around his neck and pull him closer to me.
When he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, I move down his body, grinding against his cock proudly reaching up his stomach. His hands grip my hips, halting my movement. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill, and my last test was clear.”
“I asked for an STI screening at my physical last week, but I haven’t been with anyone else in years.”
“Are you telling me I can ride this fat cock bare?”
“Fuck, you can’t talk to me like that right now, or I’m going to come in two pumps.”
“Then fill me up and fuck me so hard that all the dirty thoughts escape me, and all I can do is moan.”
He lifts my hips and guides me onto his cock, pulling me down inch by inch. He thrusts slowly, letting me adjust to his size, and I lean against his chest, my bound hands stacked one on the other as I grip him to steady myself.
This new position feels incredible. Normally I prefer doggie style, but he has the perfect length and girth that each thrust hits a spot deep inside me that has me on the edge already.
His grip on my hips tightens as he starts fucking up into me, making the bells on my Santa hat jingle with each snap of his hips.
“Oh fuck, this cunt feels so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.” His pace increases as he reaches down to pinch my clit.
And then I’m free-falling over the edge into a bliss so deep and so wide, I feel like I’m drowning in an endless abyss of pleasure.
“That’s it, Bells. Squeeze this cock, milk me for every drop of my cum.
It’s yours. Fuck, it’s yours,” he growls as his movements get sloppy and he stills inside of me, and I feel a rush of warmth as he fills me with his cum.
I collapse onto his chest, our breathing in sync as we cling to each other.
“Bells? Where did that come from?” I say, popping my head up and arching an eyebrow.
“I dunno. I think I was starting to say Bella and then I kept hearing those bells each time I thrusted into you, and it just came out.”
“Is it weird that I like it?” I say as I gingerly slide off his body, rolling onto my side next to him.
I watch as he looks down at his cock and fists it, collecting the cum that leaked onto him. Then he rolls me to my back, pushes my legs open, and slaps my pussy hard, rubbing the mess we made around my opening before pushing it back inside as I gasp.
“You forgot something, Bells. This cunt is mine. And I want it full of my cum. We’re going to go back downstairs and wrap those presents. And I want to do so knowing that you’re so full of me it’s dripping from you.”
The mouth on this man. “Now this is a Christmas tradition I can get behind.”