Mistress Christmas: Wild West Boys by Lorelei James Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lorelei James
Tags: Romance
his madness, he’d moved and hung above her. He lowered his mouth until she could feel his rapid exhalations on her skin. Then that wicked pink tongue licked just the very tip of her nipple.
She completely forgot about laughing as she watched him lap circles around the distended tip. Each pass wider than the last. Wetter than the last. His eyes drew darker. His breaths more jagged. Oh she wanted that mouth closer. She arched her back, hoping he’d read the deliberate invitation.
His hazel eyes locked to hers. “No coyness allowed. Tell me what you want.”
Holly clamped her hands on the side of his face. “I want you to suck on my nipples. On both of them. Hard. Make me squirm. Make me wet.” Then she yanked his head down.
Nick did exactly as she asked. Suckling her so deep she swore her nipple hit the back of his tongue. He squeezed and fondled one breast, tracing the point across the top curve, teasing the underswell with his fingertips while working the other over with his mouth. He switched sides numerous times and seemed to take immense pride in her every twist, every whimpering, begging moan.
She’d never come so close to orgasm from a man taking such enjoyment strictly from her breasts.
His head lifted. “I made you squirm. Now let’s see if I can make you wet.”
“You already did.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” He removed the washcloth and kissed down her belly to the center of her body. Upon reaching the single, almost invisible strip of reddish-brown curls on her mound, he grinned. “It’s like an arrow pointing to my destination. Handy.” Large hands landed on the inside of her thighs. “Spread ’em. I wanna taste every inch of this bare-skinned pussy.”
Heat flooded Holly’s face. It was hot as hell, hearing Nick call a spade a spade—or a pussy a pussy, in this case. She flexed her heels and slid them across the satiny sheets as wide as she could reach.
“Damn, woman.” Nick’s eyes were molten with desire. “You are flexible. I bet I can bend you every which way, can’t I?”
“Probably.”
That gorgeous cowboy grin flashed. “I fully intend on testing that theory later. For right now…” He thoroughly licked the length of her slit, groaned deeply, smacked his lips as if he’d tasted ambrosia and did it again. And again.
When Holly bumped her hips for more, he stopped, gazing at her across the naked length of her body.
“Huh-uh. No fast get-off. I’m taking my time. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come, not until. And when you do come”—he jammed his tongue inside her channel and wiggled it before withdrawing completely—“you’ll scream my name.”
Her whole body trembled. “But, Nick—”
“No negotiations. Hands above your head.” His eyes twinkled. “Or you can play with your tits. Your choice.”
Her legs went rigid as his head disappeared between her thighs again.
“Lord, what it does to me to see this sweet cream dripping down faster than I can catch it,” he mumbled against the crease of her thigh.
That naughty tongue mapped every crevice. Every hidden fold. He suckled her pussy lips, letting his teeth lightly graze her clit. He repeatedly kissed the strip of hair, rubbing his chin and cheeks over it, almost…marking her. He kissed, licked and sucked every smooth section of her freshly waxed skin.
Her stomach fluttered. Her whole body burned hot. Even her damn toes twitched with pleasure. There wasn’t a doubt in Holly’s mind Nick enjoyed driving her to the brink and was memorizing her reactions and filing it away for future use.
For future use? Wishful thinking, Holls. This is a one-night-only deal. Tomorrow morning you’ll both walk away chock-full of fully realized triple X-rated Christmas wishes.
Her enthusiasm sagged at the thought of not seeing the sexy, raunchy Not-So-Saint Nick again.
When he bit the inside of her knee, she gasped, “What was that for?”
“I lost you there for a second. Thought I might be
She completely forgot about laughing as she watched him lap circles around the distended tip. Each pass wider than the last. Wetter than the last. His eyes drew darker. His breaths more jagged. Oh she wanted that mouth closer. She arched her back, hoping he’d read the deliberate invitation.
His hazel eyes locked to hers. “No coyness allowed. Tell me what you want.”
Holly clamped her hands on the side of his face. “I want you to suck on my nipples. On both of them. Hard. Make me squirm. Make me wet.” Then she yanked his head down.
Nick did exactly as she asked. Suckling her so deep she swore her nipple hit the back of his tongue. He squeezed and fondled one breast, tracing the point across the top curve, teasing the underswell with his fingertips while working the other over with his mouth. He switched sides numerous times and seemed to take immense pride in her every twist, every whimpering, begging moan.
She’d never come so close to orgasm from a man taking such enjoyment strictly from her breasts.
His head lifted. “I made you squirm. Now let’s see if I can make you wet.”
“You already did.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” He removed the washcloth and kissed down her belly to the center of her body. Upon reaching the single, almost invisible strip of reddish-brown curls on her mound, he grinned. “It’s like an arrow pointing to my destination. Handy.” Large hands landed on the inside of her thighs. “Spread ’em. I wanna taste every inch of this bare-skinned pussy.”
Heat flooded Holly’s face. It was hot as hell, hearing Nick call a spade a spade—or a pussy a pussy, in this case. She flexed her heels and slid them across the satiny sheets as wide as she could reach.
“Damn, woman.” Nick’s eyes were molten with desire. “You are flexible. I bet I can bend you every which way, can’t I?”
“Probably.”
That gorgeous cowboy grin flashed. “I fully intend on testing that theory later. For right now…” He thoroughly licked the length of her slit, groaned deeply, smacked his lips as if he’d tasted ambrosia and did it again. And again.
When Holly bumped her hips for more, he stopped, gazing at her across the naked length of her body.
“Huh-uh. No fast get-off. I’m taking my time. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come, not until. And when you do come”—he jammed his tongue inside her channel and wiggled it before withdrawing completely—“you’ll scream my name.”
Her whole body trembled. “But, Nick—”
“No negotiations. Hands above your head.” His eyes twinkled. “Or you can play with your tits. Your choice.”
Her legs went rigid as his head disappeared between her thighs again.
“Lord, what it does to me to see this sweet cream dripping down faster than I can catch it,” he mumbled against the crease of her thigh.
That naughty tongue mapped every crevice. Every hidden fold. He suckled her pussy lips, letting his teeth lightly graze her clit. He repeatedly kissed the strip of hair, rubbing his chin and cheeks over it, almost…marking her. He kissed, licked and sucked every smooth section of her freshly waxed skin.
Her stomach fluttered. Her whole body burned hot. Even her damn toes twitched with pleasure. There wasn’t a doubt in Holly’s mind Nick enjoyed driving her to the brink and was memorizing her reactions and filing it away for future use.
For future use? Wishful thinking, Holls. This is a one-night-only deal. Tomorrow morning you’ll both walk away chock-full of fully realized triple X-rated Christmas wishes.
Her enthusiasm sagged at the thought of not seeing the sexy, raunchy Not-So-Saint Nick again.
When he bit the inside of her knee, she gasped, “What was that for?”
“I lost you there for a second. Thought I might be