Chapter 20
WALKER
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m trying like hell not to thrust up into Lacey’s mouth, but it’s so damn hard it hurts. Her pace is maddening, sucking me slow while her tongue drags along the underside of my shaft. I clench my hands again and relish in the small amount of pain from the lights digging into my skin.
God damn Christmas lights.
The bright colors are taunting me, just like her tits are and the curve of her ass in that microscopic strip of fabric…so damn close.
“Baby, don’t stop.”
She hums, stroking me faster as her other hand reaches down to cup my balls, and I’m done, my orgasm ripping through me with a vengeance.
How long has it been?
I can’t even begin to think about the answer to that question, not when my vision is going splotchy around the edges and I’m fighting my restraints.
My heart is ready to beat out of my chest, and I have to count to five before speaking the second Lacey pulls off me, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen because it’s too good.
She’s too good.
No matter what happens, this will go down as one of the hottest nights of my life.
“Take your panties off and get up here,” I growl, the words coming out in a rush as I try to catch my breath.
She doesn’t argue, her movements unsteady as she figures out how to kneel on either side of my head while my hands are still festively tied to the headboard.
“Walker, I—”
“Sit,” I tell her, already licking my lips. “Don’t be shy.”
Blushing furiously, she lowers herself down in a way that tells me she hasn’t done this a lot—or it hasn’t been done well. Both options are a shame, but I’ll make sure to fix that.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she moans then gives a hesitant roll of her hips that she stops far too soon.
I need her to ride my face—hard, fast, and dirty.
Pulling back as much as I can, I meet her gaze. “Use me, Lace. You’ve got me tied to the bed. Show me what it takes to get you off.”
If my hands were free, I’d spank her until she complied.
Next time. Instead, I lean up and lick her pussy, paying special attention to her clit until the last of her inhibitions are gone and she’s settled her weight on me, her thighs pressed against my ears as she rocks and writhes against me, fucking my face and crying out when I thrust my tongue inside her.
It’s so good.
And not nearly enough.
“Oh my God, I think—” Her tone is full of uncertainty and desperation, and I hold onto the latter, sucking her clit hard until she shatters. Throwing her head back, she screams, the visual like a work of art from the column of her throat to the slope of her breasts to the apex of her thighs.
I’m in heaven.
And apparently so is she.
Riding her orgasm out, I wish I could hold her here, see if I could pull another one from her sweet pussy.
Someday.
Because there will be a someday.
If tonight has shown me anything, it’s that Lacey Brock and I are meant to be more than temporary. This thing between us is real and addicting and everything I ever dreamed it could be—not just with her but with anyone.
But I know now that it isn’t just anyone—it’s her.
My best friend’s sister has just turned my world upside down, and as she untangles my wrists and collapses on the bed next to me, I can’t help thinking she’s right where she’s meant to be.
I never believed in the magic of Christmas before, but I’m starting to now. All I have to do is figure out how to get her to stay.