Page 9 of Naughtying Up St. Nick

For some reason, I expect him to go at me right then, but instead he puts his hands on my waist and draws me close to him. His fingers are warm where they rest on my bare skin where my shirt has risen a little, and I can smell pine from the tree farm on him.

He hesitates a beat, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll stop him. And when I don’t, he leans his head down and presses his lips to mine.

Even before Jesse, I’d kissed other guys, but none of them compare to this. Kissing Harlow is like something from another world. His lips are firm and soft at the same time, inviting me into a world I never realized I was missing out on.

He coaxes my mouth open, and then his tongue is against mine, and I can’t help the moan that slips out of me. His fingers dig into my hips, and he presses his body flush against mine. Without meaning to, I buck my hips, grinding against him.

Harlow groans and breaks our kiss so he can tug on my earlobe with his teeth. “If you’d told me about the monster size of your dick earlier, I might’ve agreed to this a lot sooner.”

My skin heats. “Harlow.”

“What? I’m just being honest.” He moves a little lower, kissing down the column of my throat. His mouth feels incredible, like if he stops, I might combust. His fingers are quick as he opens the buttons on my shirt, and then he gives an appreciative hum.

My body wants him so badly; the craving feels insatiable. But when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants, I pull back a little.

Harlow pauses immediately. His fingers are warm where they rest against my skin. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry.” I try to shake my nerves off, but they dig in, burrowing under my skin.

Harlow still doesn’t move. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? Your ex?”

“What? No?”

“If he did, I want you to tell me.”

“I swear he didn’t. I’m just nervous.”

“Why?”

“Because I…I don’t want to do it wrong.” God, that sounds pathetic. I wouldn’t want to sleep with me right now.

But Harlow’s expression doesn’t change. He’s still calm and patient. “You’re not going to do anything wrong. All I want to do tonight is help you relax, all right? Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

I nod, and when he tugs on the waistband of my jeans again, I don’t stop him this time. All he does is unzip my pants and tug them down a little, letting my cock spring free. It’s already hard and leaking, and my face heats at how obviously I want this.

Harlow moves his hand from my waist to my cock, ghosting his thumb over the tip. “Look at all of this. Just for me.” He lifts his hand and sucks my precum from his thumb, and I nearly come undone right there.

“Lean back against the wall,” he says. “You’re going to need the support.”

I scramble to obey as he lowers to his knees and licks my inner thigh. Then he kisses the tip of my cock before wrapping his hand around the base of it. I groan at the tightness. I’ve jerked myself off since being with Jesse, but it doesn’t compare to this.

Harlow moans as he slides me into his mouth, his hand moving down to cup my balls. They’re already aching and full, desperate for a release only Harlow will be able to give me. He pulls back to the tip, then swallows me down again, enveloping me in heat.

I thrust my hips, seeking more. Harlow never breaks the rhythm of his mouth, as he slides his free hand around to my ass. He grips my cheek and pulls, and I feel cool air along my crease.

A whimper falls from me, and I can’t help pressing back, wanting his fingers in that part of me I’ve only ever let one other man be.

Harlow eases back until just the tip of my cock is in his mouth again, and he swirls his tongue lazily around the head. I stare down at him, in awe that this man is on his knees in front of me, sucking me off like a starving man. It’s something I definitely fantasized about, but I never thought it’d happen.

He tightens his grip on my balls, just enough to add a little pain to the pleasure, then descends on me again. This time, when his lips wrap about my cock, I feel his index finger nudging my entrance.

“Fuck,” I groan, letting my head fall back against the wall.

His finger pushes past the tight ring of muscle, and my body shudders at the intrusion. It burns, but it feels good. And just when I think it can’t feel better, he wiggles his finger. My hips jerk, and I cry out. I grip his shoulders to have something to hang on to as I start fucking his mouth.

I don’t mean to do it; it’s as though my body is acting on its own, responding to everything Harlow’s doing to it. But he doesn’t push me away or stop me. He just doubles down, sucking harder, digging his finger deeper into me.

Sweat beads my neck, and I summon the energy to lift my head so I can stare down at him again, watch his head bob as he licks and sucks and fucks me. I’ve never felt anything like this. It wasn’t like this with Jesse.

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