CHAPTER 6

LANA

Waking up wrapped up in Tommy’s arms on Christmas Day was a whole new experience for me. I’d not spent a Christmas Day with anyone for years, preferring to spend it by myself and remembering my parents.

I’d loved spending time with him yesterday, and not just because the man knew his way around a woman’s body and could fuck like a machine. He had a great sense of humour, and while he gave off a dangerous, don’t fuck with me aura, he’d kept me laughing most of the day. I’d gotten the impression that he hadn’t had the happiest of childhoods, not that I’d pried, but I wasn’t an idiot, and I could read between the lines. It made me sad for him until he told me that he’d been happy after his Uncle Colm had taken him in. Once I’d put the pieces together, I understood why he’d seemed so familiar. Other than having dark hair to their blonde, he was the spitting image of Colm and Liam.

He’d honestly answered all the questions I’d asked about his life. The only question he hadn’t answered was when I’d asked him what he did for work, he’d told me he was retired, and he couldn’t talk about what his work had been, so I’d left it and moved on to another subject.

Turning my head on my pillow, I looked at the clock I kept on the bedside and saw it was still early, not even six in the morning. From the hardness pressing against my back, I guessed that Tommy woke up happy every morning, deciding it was my turn to give him something for a change. The man was nothing if not a giving lover, and I’d lost count of the amount of orgasms he’d given me yesterday. It was time to even the playing field a little. ‘I mean, who didn’t like to wake up on Christmas morning to a present,’ I thought with a wicked grin as I slowly scooted my way down the bed and under the sheets until my head was even with his hips.

My eyes widened a bit at the length and girth of him. I’d known he was big because I’d sure as hell felt him all day yesterday, but he’d not given me a chance to have a good look. I licked my lips in anticipation, wondering how I was going to fit all of him in my mouth. In the end, I decided to just go for it and see how it went. Getting comfortable, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, smirking a little as it jumped in my hand before lowering my head to run my tongue around the head, lapping gently at the pre-cum that had beaded at the top. He tasted a little salty, and my mouth watered slightly, wanting to take another taste.

Tommy shifted slightly in the bed, and I waited with bated breath to see if he woke up, but when he settled back down, I again ran my tongue around the head before engulfing it and sucking him as far as I could take him. That woke him up in a hurry, one hand threaded through my hair as he let out a hoarse, “Fuck,” and threw the blankets off us.

“Sprite,” he ground out.

Lifting my eyes, I peered up the length of his body until my eyes met his. The heat in his eyes was nearly my undoing. When he reached for me as if he was going to remove me from his cock, I frowned at him and shook my head before lowering my eyes and concentrating on making him lose control.

“Jesus,” he muttered, widening his legs as I sucked him down. He threaded his fingers through my hair, held my head still as he panted slightly.

“Slowly, Sprite, or I’m going to come before I’m ready to,” he gritted out as he ran his fingers through my hair. I waited until he’d calmed down some, although I’d not stopped running my tongue around him until I felt he’d calmed enough. Opening my mouth, I sucked him as deep as I could. He let out a curse as he pumped his hips up, filling my mouth up with his cock at the speed that he wanted. I was happy to let him take over for now. By the sounds he was making, I knew he was about ready to blow, so I doubled down and kept going, ignoring his shouted warning as his cum hit the back of my throat and slid down like silk with every swallow.

“Holy fuck,” Tommy whispered, running his hands over his face before looking down his body at me. Letting go of his now softening cock with a pop, I grinned up at him before crawling up his body and sitting on his stomach, wiping a finger along my bottom lip.

“Merry Christmas,” I beamed a smile at him. His body shook with laughter at my words.

“Sprite! Jesus, woman, I think you sucked my brains out. Best Christmas present I’ve had in years. But never let it be said that I don’t return the favour,” he smirked, blue eyes twinkling wickedly at me. Tapping me on the thigh, he demanded, “Get up here, woman.”

At first, confused at what he meant, I just sat there staring into his blue eyes. It was only when he tugged on my hips that I realised what he wanted, and my eyes widened. I’d never done this; no man had ever wanted me to sit on his face. I was a little worried that I’d suffocate the man, not a worry he seemed to have because when I was too slow at getting to where he wanted me, he picked me up and positioned me over his face.

“Hold on for the ride of your life, baby,” he grinned at me as he pulled me down towards him, disappearing between my thighs, his tongue going to work on my clit, making my eyes roll to the back of my head at how good it felt. Soon, I stopped worrying about everything. I was rocking my hips and grinding down against his face. He was a big boy, and he could move me if he was suffocating.

Once he added his fingers, there was no stopping me. I’d never come so hard, not even in the last two days. I mean, this man knew how to pull an orgasm or three out of a woman, but Jesus, I think I may have died and gone to heaven on this last one. When my knees couldn’t hold me up anymore, I toppled to the side, lying down on the bed next to a smiling Tommy, panting hard like I’d run miles.

“Merry Christmas to me, big guy. I think you’ve ruined me forever,” I told him when I got my breath back. He let out a roar of laughter, the bed shaking slightly with how much he was laughing.

I couldn’t help but smile at his hilarity; something told me that this man hadn’t had a lot to smile about in his life.