buck.
He grunted. “Please. Let me . . .?”
I kissed down over his stomach, pulling myself up until I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. The alarm clock at the side of his bed glowed satisfying numbers .
Twenty minutes to midnight. I kissed him and let him slither out from under me to grab the necessary items from his side table. My gaze swept over every inch of him. “You’re beautiful,” I said as he dropped a condom and lube to the bedspread.
He yanked me closer, his legs coming around either side of mine, and tore open the condom packet. “I want you to fill me up, Jase,” he said as he slid the condom onto my throbbing cock. A dollop of lube came next and he lathered it over me. “And do you want to hear another truth for the evening?”
I peeled his hand off me and gently pushed him down, my fingers teasing at his nipples. “What’s that?” I asked.
He lifted his head, just enough to bite my bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me into Christmas.”
The next few moments were a blur ; I was blinded by the surging need to give him exactly what he wanted. There was the cold wetness of lube and fingers stretching Dave open, and then my cock was inching into him. His arse welcomed me with a tight grip and tugged at me to come all the way in.
I moaned and bent to kiss Dave deep. His hands pulled my hips until I sank fully into him. A small groan left him and he raised his hips, asking me to move.
I drew back and gently snapped forward. And then again, and again. Sensation guided me, and I fucked him deeper and deeper, and when he asked for it, faster too.
Dave grabbed himself, and I shifted positions, drawing his hand away. Taking his thick, hard length, I stroked. His gaze focused on mine, deep with lust, but the curve of his lips hinted at love.
Unable to hold back, I grunted Dave’s name as my orgasm reached a peak and I shot, surging forward with the force of it. Dave muttered something indecipherable that ended with a grunt. His cock pulsed in my hand and come spilled between us.
It was nothing less than magical. I sought Dave’s curled lips and planted the softest kiss on them. His eyes crinkled with a smile at the sides. “I’m going to want to do that oh-so-many more times.”
I laughed, and slowly moved off him, disposing of the condom in a wastebasket.
Dave wiped himself clean, then rolled onto his front and clutched the bedspread. I crawled over and straddled him, working at his knots until his breathing came steady and sleepy .
I worked my way down, massaging his body. When I finished at his feet, I looked over him and let out a soft laugh.
In the moonlight tunneling into the room, Dave’s arse . . . well, it glowed.
I shook my head, and kissed the golden curve. Then settled beside him and kissed his brow. “Merry Christmas, Dave.”
He hummed and opened his eyes. “To many more Christmases together, Jase.”
~ MERRY CHRISTMAS ~
Acknowledgments
Cheers to Teresa Crawford for helping me to structure this story; it went through quite the changes, this one, and for the better!
Lynda Lamb: thanks not only for going through and editing the text, but for enjoying a wonderful holiday with me and helping me sort out what direction I wanted this story to go.
Thanks to HJS Editing for proofreading and for being so thorough. I’m glad you are now a part of my publishing team.
Another thanks to all my betas readers, for reading and offering your valuable feedback.
Finally, thanks to all my family and friends—you are all awesome.
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He grunted. “Please. Let me . . .?”
I kissed down over his stomach, pulling myself up until I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. The alarm clock at the side of his bed glowed satisfying numbers .
Twenty minutes to midnight. I kissed him and let him slither out from under me to grab the necessary items from his side table. My gaze swept over every inch of him. “You’re beautiful,” I said as he dropped a condom and lube to the bedspread.
He yanked me closer, his legs coming around either side of mine, and tore open the condom packet. “I want you to fill me up, Jase,” he said as he slid the condom onto my throbbing cock. A dollop of lube came next and he lathered it over me. “And do you want to hear another truth for the evening?”
I peeled his hand off me and gently pushed him down, my fingers teasing at his nipples. “What’s that?” I asked.
He lifted his head, just enough to bite my bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me into Christmas.”
The next few moments were a blur ; I was blinded by the surging need to give him exactly what he wanted. There was the cold wetness of lube and fingers stretching Dave open, and then my cock was inching into him. His arse welcomed me with a tight grip and tugged at me to come all the way in.
I moaned and bent to kiss Dave deep. His hands pulled my hips until I sank fully into him. A small groan left him and he raised his hips, asking me to move.
I drew back and gently snapped forward. And then again, and again. Sensation guided me, and I fucked him deeper and deeper, and when he asked for it, faster too.
Dave grabbed himself, and I shifted positions, drawing his hand away. Taking his thick, hard length, I stroked. His gaze focused on mine, deep with lust, but the curve of his lips hinted at love.
Unable to hold back, I grunted Dave’s name as my orgasm reached a peak and I shot, surging forward with the force of it. Dave muttered something indecipherable that ended with a grunt. His cock pulsed in my hand and come spilled between us.
It was nothing less than magical. I sought Dave’s curled lips and planted the softest kiss on them. His eyes crinkled with a smile at the sides. “I’m going to want to do that oh-so-many more times.”
I laughed, and slowly moved off him, disposing of the condom in a wastebasket.
Dave wiped himself clean, then rolled onto his front and clutched the bedspread. I crawled over and straddled him, working at his knots until his breathing came steady and sleepy .
I worked my way down, massaging his body. When I finished at his feet, I looked over him and let out a soft laugh.
In the moonlight tunneling into the room, Dave’s arse . . . well, it glowed.
I shook my head, and kissed the golden curve. Then settled beside him and kissed his brow. “Merry Christmas, Dave.”
He hummed and opened his eyes. “To many more Christmases together, Jase.”
~ MERRY CHRISTMAS ~
Acknowledgments
Cheers to Teresa Crawford for helping me to structure this story; it went through quite the changes, this one, and for the better!
Lynda Lamb: thanks not only for going through and editing the text, but for enjoying a wonderful holiday with me and helping me sort out what direction I wanted this story to go.
Thanks to HJS Editing for proofreading and for being so thorough. I’m glad you are now a part of my publishing team.
Another thanks to all my betas readers, for reading and offering your valuable feedback.
Finally, thanks to all my family and friends—you are all awesome.
ALSO AVAILABLE
Books by Anyta Sunday
Guardians of the Angels
Veined
Lethed
Gay Novels
(Enemies to Lovers Series)
Shane & Trey
St-st-stuffed
William
The F Words
Taboo For You
(In)visible
(Un)masked
Lenny For Your Thoughts
Novellas
Get It
Noticed Me Yet?
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