Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(61)

“Damn, that’s pretty,” he exhales all gravelly.

Goosebumps erupt all over me as his palms hit the mattress, and he crawls toward me. But just as my mouth opens for me to speak, Reed dives between my legs, holding them open. He swipes his tongue flat over my clit, making me tremble before he sucks on it gently.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, falling back onto the bed, my fingers weaving through his sexy tousled hair. “You’re so good at that.”

He lifts his face, mouth glistening, biting at my wrist playfully. “Come on, sunshine. You can do better than that. How about Reed, you’re the god of pussy. Or Reed, make me—”

“Shut up,” I snark, cutting him off, pushing his face back to where it belongs.

He growls, hooking his arms around my legs, but I’m smiling because Alec is laughing from the other side of the door as Cole tosses out threats.

“I knew we shouldn’t have agreed to let you keep her busy. I’m going to leave you outside to fucking freeze to death if that girl comes without my cock inside her.”

Reed grins. “Looks like Daddy’s mad. Sunshine, would you like to see how he’ll punish you for being bad?” He bites the inside of my thigh. “Because I would.”

I laugh, totally owned by this sexual mischief.

My chin lifts as I run my hands up my body, bringing my shirt with it, exposing my breasts as I yell, “You better hurry, Cole. Reed is very good at being bad.”

That’s all it takes. I’m attacked. Reed’s tongue moves in figure-eights around my clit, switching between long strokes up my folds. Jesus, I’m a five-star meal. My hips circle as I squeeze my ass, pressing myself closer to his face, the sound of begging mewls tumbling from between my lips.

“Fuck me. I’m going to kill him,” someone outside the room groans, then Jace’s voice makes me shiver.

“Cutie, don’t listen to Cole. I might come just hearing you. Don’t hold back…I wanna hear every fucking lick and moan.”

Jesus, that’s sexy.

Reed’s fingers dig into my thighs as he begins rhythmically sucking on my clit, before alternating between flicking his tongue over and over, relentlessly owning my pussy.

I’m breathless, climbing higher, wanting more and more.

I grip the sheets, grinding into his face, feeling my stomach tighten.

“Yes. Reed, don’t stop.”

“Reed,” Alec bellows.

Reed’s tongue thrusts inside me before slowly gliding up over every ridge and crease of my wet pussy.

“Oh god,” I groan, then laugh as more banging echoes.

Reed holds me tighter, coaxing me closer to bliss as he growls his words against my center.

“Don’t come yet, sunshine. I want to feel it happen.”

“Reed,” I breathe out. “I’m too close—” But I don’t finish what I’m saying because his lips are already moving up my stomach.

Reed crawls on top of me, engulfing me with his lean muscular body. He’s staring down at me with those deep green eyes as he slides a hand down between us. I gasp, my eyes closed as he slides two fingers inside my cunt and whispers, “Gimme. I want that pussy to cry for me.”

We’re sealed against each other as he starts to finger me slowly. All the sound from outside the room goes still, and suddenly, Reed and I are in our own bubble.

“Look at me,” he says quietly.

My eyes flicker open to his again as my lips part. Our breath is matched, ragged and raw as he begins gliding in and out of my slick center. His eyes never leaving mine.

Something shifts between us.

Because he’s looking back at me with the same look I’m sure I have on my face. It’s the one where we wish this was real. That he was mine and I was his.

Problem is, I want all of them. And that’s precisely why I will love and hate this weekend until the end of time.

The palm of his hand is creating friction with my clit as he gently brushes his lips over my cheeks.

We’re quiet. Lost in each other as my body rocks with the motion of his fingers curled inside me. His voice drifts over me, leaving goosebumps up my neck.

“You feel so good.” He swallows. “Sunshine…you…this…”

He doesn’t finish, looking the most lost I’ve ever seen him. All his regular confidence is stripped bare as he stares down at me. My breath becomes ragged, and my hands grip his biceps as we stay so connected that it makes me almost say something foolish.

“I wish—” I could keep all of you.

Our lips meet because I’m a coward. But he pulls away, dipping in to kiss me once more as we rock faster, my body chasing what it craves. His hand moving faster, fingers fucking me as my swollen clit begins to throb with need.

“You wish?” he presses. “Say it, sunshine. Tell me what you wish.”

Don’t. You’ll ruin this.

“I wish for another day. Just one more,” I say in a whoosh as I come, quietly shaking, holding on to him as he kisses me violently.

I’m panting as he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck but all too soon, and well before I’m ready, I’m left cold.

Reed’s off the bed before I can stop him, retreating toward the door, running his hand through his hair as he keeps his back to me.