A Very Cerberus Christmas (Cerberus MC)

“It’s like opening an early Christmas present,” I say as I reach for the zipper on his jacket. “Just stand there and let me unwrap you.”

“It would be easier if you were already naked,” he teased, and I take a step back and look up at him.

“Really? You’d be able to keep your hands off me?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.” I smack at his chest, but he’s wearing so many layers, I doubt he felt it.

“What about a compromise? Just the leggings?”

“I’m not wearing anything under them,” I remind him.

He groans, his head rolling back until he’s looking up at the ceiling.

“Don’t turn into a baby.”

I push the jacket off his shoulders, but he catches it before it hits the ground.

“Never on the floor,” he says. “Not when my cut is with it.”

There’s no anger in his tone, just an educational lesson. He steps to the side, laying it across the top of my dresser before stepping in front of me once again. My fingers trace the muscles of his chest on top of his thermal.

“You’re supposed to be unwrapping me.”

“I’m savoring.”

“I have no patience. Keep that in mind when it’s my turn, okay?”

I nod, but really my attention is on the hard plains under my hands as I lift the hem of his shirt.

“So much hair,” I say in awe.

“I’m a man, sweetheart.”

“Yes, you are,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “Hold this.”

He lifts his hand in time to clutch the shirt as my fingers wander over his abdomen. The muscles bunch and flex with my attention.

“You’re killing me, Lucy. Can I take this off?”

I nod, my eyes still glued to his stomach, but I take a step back as he pulls the shirt over his head, getting a good look at his full torso as it’s revealed. His smile is a little shy.

“Are you objectifying me?”

I nod. “Can’t help it. You’re perfect.”

“My cock is big, too.”

My eyes lift to his, but the humor is gone. The lighter blue tones have turned darker, needier.

“Do your boots have to be unlaced or can they be pulled or kicked off?”

“I can kick them off.”

“Do that.”

I stay back while he works his boots off, pulling my sweater over my head.

“You’re cheating,” he says when I drop it to the floor. “I’m supposed to unwrap you.”

“I can put it back on.” I bend to reach for the sweater.

“Don’t you dare.”

I give him a grin as he reaches for the belt of his riding leathers, working it open before he opens the button and zipper of his jeans. The head of his cock pops out of the top as if the thing has been trying for hours to seek relief. I can’t seem to pull my eyes from it.

“Lucy? Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

Guiltily, I snap my eyes back up to his, doing my best to keep them there even as he bends a little to kick the rest of his clothes off.

“I want to do everything under the sun to you today.”

“I want that, too,” I tell him.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy.”

I nod because that sounds amazing. If the man does that as well as he kisses, then I’m in for a special treat.

“I want your mouth on my cock.”

“Okay.” I start to lower to my knees, but he shakes his head.

“But the first time either of us come, it’s going to be with me buried to my balls inside of you.”

I drop my eyes to his waist. “I don’t know if that’s going to be possible.”

He laughs. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s possible. You’re so wet for me already.”

“How would you—”

His eyes drop between my legs, and it’s like the glance made me aware of my body. I know what I’m going to find before I even look, but that doesn’t stop me.

Wearing white leggings was a bad idea. Like wearing a white bathing suit then getting in the pool, my arousal has left literally nothing to the imagination. I’m soaking through, my lower lips on full display.

“Don’t,” he whispers when I try to cover myself. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Peel them down slowly, Lucy. I want to see them stick to you. That’s it. Damn it, woman. What a pretty pussy.”

I bite my lips as I do what he says. I’ve never felt sexier before in my life. I’ve had two sexual partners since Robbie, but those were quick, unsatisfactory romps not worth mentioning. Today is already ten times better and we haven’t even touched each other besides kissing.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, and I snap my eyes up at him.

“Wh-What?”

His eyes find mine, and I see a little disappointment in them.

“You have to work tonight.” His head shakes a little. “You’re going to be sore, sweetheart. I hate that you’re going to be sore, but I’m going to spend the entire day inside of you. I won’t be able to help it.”