Dipped In Holly(Nick and Holly #1)(9)

I break the kiss and tear the plastic seal of the candy cane with my teeth, peeling the wrapping off completely before tracing it over her lips. She opens her mouth, and I let it move just inside, watching as her mouth closes around it and she eagerly sucks it inside. My dick twitches as I feel her tongue move around it.

“Now you have something to suck on while I tease you.” I smirk when she rolls her eyes, trying to pretend like she isn’t as affected as her body tells me she is. “And it’ll keep you quiet.”

She grunts, and I move the mistletoe down to her throat, letting my mouth follow the movement. I hold it over each part of her body that I want my mouth on. Her collarbones, her nipples, in between her breasts, and across her ribs.

I can hear her breathing heavily through her nose as her mouth remains wrapped around that candy cane. It stains her lips an even darker shade of red. Moving the mistletoe down her belly, I trail hot, openmouthed kisses down to her belly button before taking the soft flesh at her hip into my mouth and biting down.

Her hips arch up, her pussy seeking friction anywhere they can find it as a long groan moves through her body. I chuckle against her skin and continue my way down her body, kissing and licking everywhere except exactly where she wants it. She has cute pink stretch marks that color the inside of her thighs, and my tongue traces them as I shift further down her legs. I kiss under her knees, on top of them where I find a scar on one, and then down her shins to her ankles.

When I stop and look back up at her, her eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, and that candy cane is twirling around between her lips. When she realizes I’ve stopped, she opens her eyes and looks down at me, taking a bite of the candy and crunching on it with a look of irritation.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I ask her, trying to hold back my amusement. “Am I not touching you where you want?” I crawl back up her body and pull the half-eaten piece of candy from her lips and taste it.

“You know you aren’t,” she whines, shuffling her body below mine as she tries to get contact with my skin. I smile down at her and plant soft kisses across her face before I make my way back to her lips. She’s eager for it, swallowing me whole as we taste the sweet peppermint on each other’s tongues.

“I told you,” I say against her mouth as I use the wet, broken tip of the candy to scratch across one of her nipples. “I want to tease you until you can’t take it anymore.” I blow cool air across her nipple, and she moans at the soft burn of the peppermint.

“I’m at my limit, Nick,” she says, looking at me with pleading grey eyes.

I can hear the frustration in the tone of her voice, and it goes straight to my cock. I toss the candy cane and mistletoe to the nightstand and situate myself fully between her thighs.

“Condom?” she asks. “I’ve been with that asshole for so long I stopped using birth control.”

“I had a vasectomy years ago,” I tell her as I stop my advances to look in her eyes and get a read on her. I don’t want to wear a condom—I want to feel her grip and pull on every inch of me as I push inside of her. But I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. “But I can use a condom. Would you be more comfortable if I used one?”

“Thank God,” she moans as she takes my mouth with hers. “No.” She looks into my eyes, and I can see the determination in them. “I want to feel you as you fuck me for the first time.”

“For the first time?” I ask her, my voice playful as I grab the base of my dick and push it through her slit and toy with her clit. “So you want this to happen again?” I wag my eyebrows at her, and she laughs. I may be teasing her, but the thought of keeping her to myself for more than a one-night stand has my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest.

“What do you want from me, baby girl?” I ask her before she can say no and ruin my hopes. Her eyes darken, and her legs wrap around my waist, the lights digging into my skin like fingernails. I tease her, letting just the tip of my cock push inside of her before pulling out and running it over her clit.

“I want you to fuck me,” she says, her eyes glossing over with need. “I want you to sink into me, stretch me, and fuck me until I forget my own name. I need you to make me forget.” Her eyes plead with me.

I let the tip sink into her once more before pulling it back out. She groans, and I smile at the annoyed look she’s giving me. It’s just as hard for me to deny her because with each little thrust I give her, my entire spine lights up with pleasure, sending waves of heat through my groin and abs. But hearing her beg is worth it.

“Beg me for it,” I tell her.

“Daddy, please,” she whines, her voice cracking on the last word. “Please, I need it. I need you, please. I am empty and aching for you. I need your cock to fill me and stretch me. Make it hurt. Make me yours.”

With that, I lose all sense of control. I slam into her in one swift thrust, forcing my way inside of her. I’m big, much bigger than she was ready for, and she cries out of the intrusion, her pussy clenching around me until I think I might lose it and come on the spot.

“Oh, fuck!” she growls through her teeth, her hips rolling up and her head falling back. Her mouth opens, and I take the opportunity to grab it with my own. I kiss her deeply as I pause inside of her, letting her get accustomed to my girth. Her chest heaves against my own, our sweat mingling as we both try to get control of our bodies.