shaft. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on getting him close to the edge.
His fingers clutched the ends of the sofa, digging in as I ran my tongue up his length, tracing the vein there, before pulling off.
“Fuck.” Jasper looked down at me, pupils blown. “You bloody tease.” He glared at me, and I laughed before taking pity on him and putting my mouth back on his cock.
“Yeah . . . like that.”
I glanced up to see his eyes closed, head tilted back.
This time I didn’t stop, sliding up and down his dick as he grunted and moaned.
His fingers found their way into my hair, tugging hard enough to hurt, and the sharp pain went straight to my cock. Holding him steady with one hand, I fumbled at my zip with the other, moaning around him when I got my jeans undone.
“Gonna come,” he muttered. Legs tensing either side of me.
I sucked him deeper, loving the way he stiffened in my mouth.
“Fuck . . .” His long drawn-out groan filled the room as he came down my throat and I swallowed every drop.
My cock ached with the need to come and I sat back on my knees, wiping my lips as I stared at him. Laying on my sofa, almost melting into the cushions with flushed cheeks and a dazed expression, he’d never looked more appealing.
He eyed me, half-lidded as his gaze dropped to my groin. With a silent invitation, he pulled up the bottom of his T-shirt, putting his flat stomach on show.
Yeah, I didn’t need asking twice.
Shoving out of my too-tight jeans and pulling off my T-shirt, I scrambled onto his lap, careful not to knock his wrist in my haste to straddle him. Gripping my hip with his good hand, he looked up at me and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
“Come on,” he whispered, giving my hip a squeeze.
I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself off, slow and lazy at first, wanting to last as long as I could.
“When I have two working hands,” he murmured, massaging the skin over my hip bone, “I’m going to hold you steady while I suck your dick, get my tongue right in the slit as I wrap my mouth around the head.” I closed my eyes, balls drawing up as I tightened my grip. “Then I’m going to slick my fingers with lube, get them nice and slippery, and finger fuck you until you’re writhing on the bed, begging for my co—”
I came with a strangled cry, painting his stomach in sticky stripes as my orgasm raced through me.
His soft laughter filled the room. “I take it that’s something you’d like?” he asked, and all I could managed was a “Mm-hmm,” still riding the waves of pleasure hitting my body.
“Jesus,” I muttered, finally getting a hold of myself enough to meet his gaze. “Never knew you had such a dirty mouth.”
He smirked. “You have no idea.”
Oh god, did I want to find out.
Then his stomach rumbled loudly, startling us both into laughter, and I remembered it was bloody Christmas Eve and I’d wanted to make it special. I glanced between us at the mess on his belly, then up at his smiling face, eyes alight with both amusement and happiness and I realised it already was.
Standing, I grabbed my discarded T-shirt and cleaned us both up before reaching for his hand. “Let’s get some clothes on and sort out some food.” He let me pull him up from the sofa and I kissed him as soon as he was upright. “I bought a festive feast.”
A plaintive meow sounded behind me and we both turned to see Angus stroll into the lounge from the hallway.
“I was wondering where you’d got to,” I said as he curled around my legs, meowing up at me. I’d half expected him to interrupt us at some point.
Jasper ran a hand through his hair, looking sheepish. “I may have given him a whole can of tuna earlier, think it put him in a food coma.”
I shrugged and reached down to stroke Angus as he continued to fuss round me. “Well, it is Christmas.” But it looked like whatever magic the tuna had weaved had worn off, judging by the cries still coming out of him.
I helped Jasper back into his joggers and nipped upstairs for my pyjama bottoms. Then the three of us wandered into the kitchen in search of food.
Full and sleepy, we laid on the sofa, with Angus a dead weight