Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(5)

“Fuck,” he sharply exhales, pressing his lips against my stomach, kissing me tenderly.

His soft lips slowly make their descent. Kiss after kiss, love bite after love bite. He moves lower, and lower, until he’s right there.

“Yes,” I purr, spreading my legs as he kisses my clit. “Oh, god.”

“Further,” he impatiently orders.

I obey, spreading them wider. Granting him every bit of access.

“Good girl.”

He takes me into his mouth, ravishing me. Flicking his tongue against my clit in the perfect rhythm, he grabs my ass, bringing me closer. My fingers yank on his hair and my body begins to quiver. Dipping his finger inside of me, he strokes my walls. Adding in another, he curls his fingers, finding just the right spot.

Crying out to him, he takes me between his teeth, lightly biting down. He sucks, licks, and flattens his tongue over my clit, increasing the speed as he fucks me with his thick, long fingers.

My breathing becomes labored while I grind myself against him, riding his face as he unhooks my bra, exposing my breasts. Reaching around to my chest, he twirls my puckered nipples between his fingers, and my orgasm claims me.

He grabs onto my ass, keeping me upright, and my body convulses. Complete euphoria from my orgasm courses through me, and my cries of pleasure echo through the room. Jensen continues to devour me, lapping up my juices, until eventually the space around us falls silent.

Tis the season for giving, and especially receiving.

Without warning, he stands, towering over my small frame. Jensen sweeps me off my feet, holding me bridal style in his arms. He carries me through the cabin, and my arms find their way around his neck. Anticipation from the unknown overtakes me.

Pushing open a door with his shoulder, we enter a master bedroom dimly lit by candles. The flickering flames appear to be coming from every direction, yet it’s dark enough for me not to be able to make out anyone else in the room.

Jensen lowers me onto the bed, pressing my back into the mattress. “Don’t move,” he murmurs, warning me to obey.

And I nod.

With that, he turns away, dismissing himself from the room.

Suddenly, I’m on edge. Here I am, entirely naked, without anyone else in sight. My mind begins to wander as I allow my imagination to take over. It’s evident they have something planned out, their own private agenda, and I don’t have the slightest idea as to what that may be.

The silence is deafening.

My heart is drumming wildly.

Until unexpectedly, the door opens once more. Damien, Jensen, and Micah all stand before me wearing Santa hats.

Santa hats, only.

My nipples pucker at the festive sight.

Holy, not so silent, night.

“Close your mouth, Quinn,” Damien taunts, his heavily tattooed, masculine body flexing as he approaches the bed.

“Tempting us,” Jensen adds in, his cock twitching while he inches closer.

Micah plugs in a strand of Christmas lights into the wall beside the nightstand, a mischievous grin playing at the corner of his lips. He wraps the beginning of the strand around the left post of the headboard, while Jensen holds up my arm.

Another fantasy of mine is being brought to life.

“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear.

“We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the strand of lights around my arm, pulling tight.

“And it turns out that—” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.”

My face flushes as I pull hard on the strand, cutting off the circulation at my wrists. “What happens to naughty girls?”

Damien joins me on the bed, his hard, thick cock straining between my slick thighs. “Naughty girls get choked.”

“Do it,” I gasp, and a heated desire ignites within his eyes. “Choke me, daddy.”

“I don’t know if you’re ready for this, princess,” he warns, tracing his thumb over my lips.

Swallowing hard, I stare deeply into his eyes. “Ready for what?”

His face hardens. “The darkest part of me.”

Blinking up at him, I fight away my fears. “Do it,” I whisper. “I want all of you, Ghost, even your demons.”

“Do you trust me, wholeheartedly?”

“Yes,” I answer. “With everything in me.”

“That’s it, baby,” he lets out, locking his fingers around my throat. “Don’t fight it.”

He applies more pressure, making it impossible for me to breathe. But I asked for this. I practically begged for this.

This is a feeling I’m not used to.

“Is that fear in those pretty green eyes?” he smugly asks, cocking his head to the side, studying me. His lips part as he takes in the vulnerable sight of me beneath his body, bound to the headboard and entirely helpless.

Breathless.

In response, I pull hard on the string of lights wrapped around my wrists. And to my own surprise, instead of panicking, I find myself smiling.

Egging him on.

“Yes,” he praises, tightening his grasp, as I begin to slip further and further away. Suddenly, he eases the pressure. “Fuck.” He moans under his breath. “You look so fucking hot with my hand around your throat, Quinn. I can’t take it.”

“More,” I eagerly plead, writhing against him.