Heartbroken (A Christmas Story) 3

I pressed myself against him, heat crawling through my veins like fire. His hands gripped my waist tight, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer.

“god, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, sending shivers straight to my core.

I let out a gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Then don’t stop,” I whispered, my lips brushing his neck, biting softly at the pulse there.

His hands slid down, cupping my ass, thumbs pressing hard. “Fuck, you feel so perfect,” he groaned, his cock pressing hard against me. I ground against him, shameless, needy.

“Ethan…” I moaned, tilting my head back as he sucked on my collarbone. “I need you…”

He didn’t wait. His lips descended to my chest, lips and tongue worshiping me, teeth grazing, sucking, teasing until my nipples were stiff and aching under his touch.

I grabbed at his shoulders, desperate to feel him, to pull him closer.

His fingers slipped under my pants, brushing my s