The CEO's Christmas Wish (The Christmas Wish Series Book 2)

by Ostrow, Lexi

  She let her hands travel down the front of her body, squeezing her breasts and flicking across her clit, once then twice. Her hips bucked, still hovering above his engorged tip, and she didn’t think she could continue the torturous play much longer. Without hesitation, she took him in her hand, rubbing the head of him against her core.

  In a fluid motion, Tasha sunk down, impaling herself on his cock. She shuddered as pleasure shot through her. “Nick,” she breathed as she felt him shift inside of her. She looked at him. and some of the heat in his eyes was altered. She swore she saw admiration in them now. Her hands continued to run up and down, grasping her breasts and massaging them before moving on to the next section of her body. She impaled herself on his cock and rose almost all the way before sinking back down with each thrust. Hips rolling, she locked her eyes with his and found him looking between their bodies.

  “Nick … Nick,” His name was a whispered, panted chant as she continued to ride him and his hips thrust up to meet hers, as if sensing what she couldn’t say.

  “Tasha,” he grunted back at her.

  The sound drove her wild with need, knowing how little control he had as well.

  An orgasm came so close she couldn't stop her eyes as they closed or the speed as her hips rocked up and down, faster and faster, seeking release. She barely felt his hands grip her waist until he flipped them, his cock immediately sinking deeper, due to the angle. Her body shook the closer to release she came. Legs spreading wider, her heels dug into the seat, and she pushed her hips up at Nick. Her mouth was slightly open, small moans and mewls escaping with his each and every thrust. He pinned her hands above her head, as he had the first time, and she groaned, not even daring to tell him to let go.

  He reached between them, his fingers flicking and tugging over her clit. She gasped and chocked out a cry as the first wave of an orgasm settled down over her. Not yet, she thought as her body shook. His fingers were going to be her undoing. Her breathing was hitched from exertion and pleasure, and her hips thrusted greedily up to meet Nick’s with every down motion of his body.

  Her cry was so loud it echoed on the walls as he began to play with her and his cock slammed in and out of her wet heat. Her body writhed, whimpers tugging past her lips from the pleasure and the pain of not reaching release until Nick let her. Her hips rolled and jerked, and her hands fisted in his hair until he reached up and grabbed them, slamming them to the settee and pinning them above her head. Each tug and flick on her clit had her seeing stars.

  “Yes, yes. Nick, now. Make me finish now!” she cried, fully abandoning herself to him with the command.

  His chuckle resonated deep within his chest and through her. His thrusts sped up, cock driving in and out, pounding into her and hitting her perfectly. His fingers still flicked and rubbed her. One final plunge into her body, and she snapped, an orgasm crashing over her with all the power of a waterfall slamming into rocks below. Her hands thrashed in his grip, and her body arched up as she screamed his name, hips still grinding against his, drawing her pleasure out and ensuring he found his own release.

  He collapsed on top of her, and for moments, they lay entangled together, breathing deeply. She drew her hands over his back, tracing circles, and he kissed her softly.

  “Sorry.”

  She smiled contently. “Mmm. You should be. But you did what I asked, and you took control when I wanted you too. Even if I didn’t voice it.”

  She sat up, forcing him to slip from her body as he rose up and stood.

  “Does this mean you believe me?”

  His words were filled with more pleading than she thought he could muster. She stood and ran her hand along his cheek, loving the way he almost nuzzled into her palm. The action was almost more intimate than the sex they’d just shared.

  “I do, Nick. But right now, Leena is going to kill us if we don’t get out there for her wedding.”

  Nick barked out a laugh as Tasha scrambled back into the dress. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and vowed never to for as long as they were together. Much slower than Tasha, he dressed again. As he was sliding the cuff links on the shirt, he finally noticed Tasha’s hair.

  He walked over to her and spun her around, showing her what she looked like in the mirror.

  “Shit,” she swatted at him playfully, missing because she was looking through the mirror. “She is going to kill you.” Tasha pulled the pins from her hair, sending her black locks cascading over her shoulder. “She’s going to have to like it this way, because there’s no time to change it.”

  Tasha tried to brush past him, but he reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Her eyes were beautiful, and they looked at him with more love than he’d ever thought he’d find. Tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear, he let go of her wrist.

  “I love you, Tasha. I don’t care if it’s too early to say it. I spent eight years chasing a woman, and I won’t waste time and make the same mistake with you.”

  Tears glimmered in Tasha’s dark brown eyes and she kissed him. “I am more than falling in love with you, Nick. These two weeks without you have been terrible. I love you, too.”

  Smiling, he kissed her forehead and grabbed his suit jacket off the settee. Entwining his fingers with hers, they walked toward the door and opened it, finding Leena standing and grinning on the other side.

  “It would seem,” she said beaming at the pair of them, “that the good fortune of Christmas wishes is still intact for the DeMarco family.”

  They all laughed, and he let go of Tasha’s hand briefly and wrapped Leena in a hug, dropping a kiss on the top of her head before pulling back and taking Tasha’s hand once more. “Thank you, Leena. For showing me everything that I was missing, everything that I wanted.”

  Tasha grinned up at him, and before she could speak, Leena gasped and pointed at her friend’s hair.

  The sound of the wedding march sounded, and Leena’s father walked up, nodding at them all.

  “It would seem that you don’t have time to chastise me, best friend,” Tasha said as she walked past them, Nick at her side. “Come on then, we have a wedding to attend.”

  The first thing Nick saw as they stepped out of the back room to walk down the petal-strewn path was Jake. His brother had a look on his face that Nick could finally understand. Jake had found Leena and Nick had found Tasha. One day, he would look as joyous as Jake did.

  One day. He smiled at Tasha, knowing that the rest of their lives were just beginning.