Page 41 of Dumped for a Christmas Tree Farmer

He slips out of me; the loss of his cock has me whining, sucking in a deep breath as he drops my hips to the mattress, pulling me on top of him, twisting me round so we’re facing away from each other.

“I gotta taste you again, sweetheart. You taste too damn good to waste.”

Not gonna argue with that for a second. He rolls off the condom, dropping it on the bedside table, and lies back onto the bed. I straddle his face, and he leans up to lick my seam before I’ve even lowered down. My legs twitch and my mouth parts just enough that I know swallowing this monster dick in front of me is going to be a struggle.

Jesus.

“Lick it, Indigo. Taste yourself on me,” he moans, before continuing to eat me like a man starved.

I grip the base with one hand and hold myself up with the other. Mav’s relentless consumption of my pussy between groans and muffled curses spurs me on. I run the flat of my tongue from the base of his cock, along the thick, pulsing veins until I reach the head. He’s right, I can taste myself on him. Sweet, tangy flavor coats my tongue until I swipe a bead of pre-cum from the tip, his saltiness mixing with me.

His tongue flicks over my clit, his fingers sliding through my seam, crooking until they’re at the perfect angle to make my toes curl. I swirl my tongue around the darkened tip. Mav’s grip on my hips tightens as I bob my head down, taking as much as possible before lifting off and swirling my tongue back around in a torturously slow tease.

“Indigo . . . sweetheart . . .”

His pleas set a fire in me. This man who is pulling me down hard on his face, suffocating himself to bring me pleasure, begging me, pleading with me to bring him release as well. A small pang of nerves has me questioning how far I want to take this. Mav overhead James talk about my tongue trick, which I’m sure he’s thinking about now, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Not when Mav is leaving. Not when he’s almost certainly going back to Holly after the holidays are over. I keep that for myself and swear that the next time I do it for someone, it’ll be because they chose me, publicly.

“Indy . . . baby . . . sweetheart . . . I can’t . . . I can’t stop. Get there with me. I need you to come, or I need you to stop. Tell me now.”

“I’m gonna come, Mav.” The terms of endearment, despite being lust-fueled, set my belly on fire. His tongue swipes rhythmically against my clit, his fingers plunging inside me as his other hand runs down the crack of my ass. Slow, excruciatingly slow.

“Do it,” I murmur before sucking him hard, rolling his balls in my hand.

He wastes no more time, pressing a thick finger against my tight hole; he swirls around the muscle, coaxing it open, rubbing my pussy juice into it. His finger is thick, too thick for this, surely. He gathers more of my wetness, slipping it past the tight ring of muscle, and my mouth slips, taking his cock deeper down my throat.

His finger swirls, and I detonate. Wave after wave of unbridled bliss unfurls through my body; my hips pump, my arousal seeps out of me as Mav laps up every drop.

He grunts, the vibrations rubbing against my clit, my legs quivering with aftershocks. His cock swells, and he starts to thrust into my mouth. He pulls his finger from my ass and then his others from my pussy before his hot cum spurts from his tip and coats my tongue. I lap him up, swallowing every drop he gives me as his tongue makes slow, languid licks along my pussy. As his cock starts to soften, I roll to the side, resting my head against his thigh, draping my leg over his chest.

He kisses the arch of my foot, kneading it with a firm thumb until my eyes close.

I’ll let him do this, just for a few minutes.

A few minutes, and then I’ll get back to work.

I doze off cradling his leg.

Chapter Seventeen

December 29

Mav

The bar is busy tonight, but Bella manages to squeeze us into a booth once the mayor and her husband leave for the night. It’s that weird time between Christmas and New Year when all anyone seems to do is eat and drink and socialize. Mostly with people you used to go to high school with who are visiting home for the holidays. Some people you see around throughout the year, but there’s never enough time in the day for a regular catch-up.

I watch as Indy navigates every local in town. She’s smiling, happy to see them. The town clearly loves her, grateful that her B&B is bringing in tourists over the winter. She smiles gracefully, if not a little awkwardly, but maybe that’s just because my hand is on her thigh, scraping my fingertips up, up, up until her hand grips mine, pushing me away.

“What can I get you all?” Bella asks, flicking her eyes to the door.

“What do you recommend?” I murmur to Indy.

“Two cheeseburgers and a couple of beers, thanks, Bels,” she says smoothly, handing over the menus that my dungaree-toting friend tucks under her arm.

“Now hold up there, Bella.” Holly appears out of nowhere in a puffy pink jacket, James following closely behind her, his eyes immediately dipping to my hand on Indy’s leg. “We’re going to join these two.”

“Is that really a good idea, Holly?” I ask, giving Indy a reassuring squeeze as she tenses.

“It’ll be fun for us to catch up, won’t it, Indigo?”