Page 16 of Christmas With the Cowboys
“I am now.” Jahmar raises his hand to my face, stopping just shy of my cheek. I hold my breath, and I swear my heart momentarily stops beating.
“Can I touch your dimple?” he asks with a sinful smirk.
“What? That’s a strange thing to ask.”
“You once told me I should ask first?”
The memory of him prodding my face after I set the camera up springs to mind. Well, at least he listens.
I nod, giving him a sincere smile. If he wants to see my dimple pop, so be it.
Jahmar steps forward, crowding me. One of his large hands lands on my hip, and the other grasps my jaw, turning my face to the side. He ghosts his plush lips over the little divot. Every hair on my body comes to life, and a pathetic whimper escapes me. I figured he was going to poke it again or maybe stroke it, but then the tip of his tongue swirls around my dimple like it’s the end of my fucking cock.
Well, this is new.
I giggle like a small child, and his tongue pulls away. He rests his lips against my face, and I feel them stretch into a wicked smile.
“I think I might have a dimple kink.”
We part slightly, and he releases my face so our eyes connect. Fuck me, he’s handsome. I totally get the whole licking my face because right now, I want to lick every square inch of him until he’s dripping in my saliva. I don’t say this out loud, though. Obviously.
“Is that a thing?” I ask.
“I dunno, but I’d be happy to make it one. I suddenly have the urge to come all over your face again and make it gather in that cute little pit.”
My eyes bug out. I should say that’s gross, but somehow it’s incredibly hot. Maybe I could convince him to fuck my cheek. Oh shit, now look who has a dimple kink.
“What you thinking, little lion? Because from what I can see you’ve either got a remote in your pocket or just excited to see me.”
Jahmar’s ridiculousness snaps me out of my horny haze with a chuckle. He thrusts his hips so our cocks brush.
“I made chicken,” I blurt out, needing to change the subject before I come in my pants.
Stepping back to let him in, I finally take in the hot as fuck outfit he has on. I’m so used to seeing Jahmar in his doctor attire; this is a fucking treat. He’s wearing a criminally tight, plain black tee that hugs every muscle divinely. It’s tucked into checkered grey and black chinos teamed with bright white chunky trainers. Around his neck is a long silver necklace with a half-moon pendant. He has a hoop in his ear and several bulky rings on each hand. Damn, he looks way too cool to be hanging around with the likes of me. I’m sporting a Sleep Token t-shirt and a pair of slim-cut faded jeans I’ve had since I was twenty, which isn’t exactly high-end fashion. And to add insult to injury, my apartment is rough around the edges.
While I ogle him, he slips off his trainers, swans in like he owns the place, and plonks himself on the sofa. I swear this man has more confidence in his pinkie finger than I have in my whole body.
His doe brown eyes dart around my humble apartment, making me slightly uneasy. It’s cosier than his place, though. I have lots of knickknacks, scatter cushions on the sofa, photos of my family and friends, and a Persian rug that takes up most of the old wooden floorboards. It feels like a home, even if it isn’t as fancy as Emeralds.
Jahmar leans forward, picks up the dodgy candle, and sniffs it before pulling a face.Rude.
I know it gives me a headache every time I light it, but that’s for me to judge, not him. I barrel over, snatching it from him and inevitably spilling some cooling wax on his snazzy trousers.
“Shit, sorry!”
I drop to my knees and start manically trying to remove the bright purple wax that’s beginning to harden near his crotch.
“It’s all good, just let it dry,” Jahmar says with humour in his voice.
I continue to rub at the spot like a fucking freak. My hands shake, and I feel like my internal body temperature has risen to forty-five degrees
“A little higher,” Jahmar jokes, leaning back with his arms behind his head like a smug fuck.
I sit back on my heels, huffing in defeat. “I’m sorry, I’m screwing this up, aren’t I?”
“Well, that depends on what this is. I was under the impression I was coming over for a nice meal and a potential blowjob, and right now, you’re on your knees, so everything’s going to plan if you ask me.”
I roll my eyes and swat him in the dick.
