Page 42 of Theirs for the Holidays

I’m so deep into it that I forget how shy and nervous I am. My mouth opens, and moans spill out unchecked. Gasps of his nameandmoreandpleasedrop into the air between us, and Lennox eats it up. He rewards me by working his fingers deeper, fucking into me with them while his tongue laps at my clit steadily.

It feels like I’m going to lose my mind with the pleasure of it, and my hips start moving, grinding against his face to get more.

When he pulls back to snatch a few breaths, his eyes are even more heated than before. “You’re so good, Vi,” he pants. “So fucking good. You taste fucking divine.”

“Oh,” I breathe, cheeks going even darker. “I?—”

“Take the compliment,” he says, winking at me before he goes back down.

I can feel myself on the edge of falling apart, that familiar tightness starting in my belly and working its way out. I gasp out, trying to tell Lennox in case he wants to move away or something, but if anything, he just buries himself deeper inside me.

He eats me out faster, like he wants my release as badly as I do, and the thought of that is enough to send me shooting over the edge, spine arched as I cry out from the pleasure of it all.

“Lennox!” I moan, trembling through my orgasm. “Oh fuck, that was so good.”

Lennox is grinning when he pulls away, and he makes a show of licking his lips, like he wants to savor every bit of my taste there. That makes my heart skip a beat, something clenching in me even though I literally just came for him.

But he’s not done. I can tell he’s hard now, pressing against the front of his jeans painfully.

Lennox lifts me from the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, my stomach swooping at how easily he carries me. It almost feels like floating, and that’s probably half the orgasm talking, but still.

“Bedroom?” he asks, and I point him in the right direction, heart hammering in my chest.

Lennox Sullivan is about to be in my bedroom.

Lennox Sullivan is about to be in my bedroom, for the distinct purpose of having sex with me.

If you’d told me this was what I’d be doing with my night when I got back to Sweetwater Lake, I would have laughed myself silly, but somehow, here I am. And here he is.

He lays me down on the bed like I’m something precious, leaving me to swallow hard as he pulls back, just enough that he can finish undressing.

It’s fast and not flashy, just him shoving his pants and boxers down and off, but I stare all the same, caught up in the way he looks in the light from my desk lamp.

My stomach flutters when I get a good look at him. He’s muscular, but I already knew that. His arms are toned, his chest is a work of art, and even his thighs look like they were sculpted by someone with an appreciation for the male body. It’s obvious that this is a body that gets put through its paces physically, and I catch myself wondering how that translates to sex.

And then my eyes drop down to his cock, and I have to take a steadying breath. He’s taller than me by a good bit, so I already knew he was big all over, but he really is. Big all over.

His cock is rock hard, bobbing in front of him as he fishes a condom out of his wallet and opens it.

“You can change your mind,” he says, his gaze flicking to me. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to take this any further.”

I shake my head fiercely. The thought of asking him to leave now makes my stomach cramp with dread and I know I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t see this through.

That makes him chuckle, the corner of his mouth cocked up in a smirk. “That’s a relief.”

“It is? You can’t possibly think I’d reject you now.”

He shrugs. “You never know. But honestly, after tasting you and feeling you on my fingers, I need that tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

My eyes fly open wide at the bold way he says that, and my legs fall open immediately. Lennox laughs, climbing up onto the bed. He rolls the condom onto his cock, and I watch the motion of it, the way the slick latex does absolutely nothing to hide the size of him.

I have no idea how it’s going to fit inside me. Even with my own fingers and toys, I’ve never tried to take something that big. But Lennox seems to sense the direction of my thoughts, and he leans up over me, dipping his head to kiss me on the lips.

“Relax,” he breathes into it. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

I nod, throat tight.

“You trust me?”