Page 28 of Christmas for Keeps

“Me too!” I didn’t just want him; Ihadto have him. It had been too long, and his naked body against me had unleashed a massive bolide of lust. He moved his hips, and when I felt his hardness against me, my cock threatened to tear through my boxers.

“Get your clothes off,” he said. His words were little more than grunts, but I understood. “Now!” He rolled off and pulled my shirt so hard it ripped.

Damn, that’s only the hottest fucking thing ever!Sitting up, I got my arms tangled in the torn fabric as we tried to get it over my head. “Fuck!” I yelled, grabbing the material near my shoulder and yanking hard. The fabric gave, and I hurled the ruined shirt across the room as he crashed his lips against mine. Growling, I grasped his head and shoved my tongue into his mouth. We clawed at each other, and he pulled his lips from mine. “Underwear off!”

“Yours too.”

“Already done.”

Con had always been an aggressive lover, and I chuckled while I fought to get my boxers down my legs and kick them away.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, sounding peeved. “I need you to fuck me!”

I pushed him onto his back and trapped his hands by his head as I took his mouth again. Pulling free, he held my head in his hands while our tongues fought for dominance. He wiggled like he wanted to roll on top, but screw that. He’d always brought out the animal in me, and with a harsh grunt, I pinned his hands again. He groaned while I ravaged him—owning his mouth and rubbing my cock against his so hard my balls sounded the early warning alert.

He tore away from my lips. “Fuck me now!”

“I forgot what a bossy bottom you are.”

“Get inside me!”

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I jumped out of bed and made a beeline for the closet. I’d bought some condoms once when I considered dating, then stashed them on the top shelf when I realized I wasn’t ready. Stretching upwards, I rummaged around, and—aha!—I found a small box. My excitement fizzled when it turned out to contain cleaning wipes for my phone. With a frustrated curse, I tossed it aside and reached back up, feeling along the wall until my fingers brushed against another box. “Victory!” I shouted, holding it out for Con to see.

He snickered and rolled his eyes. “Not exactly the most convenient storage spot, is it?”

“Haven’t needed them much lately.” Clutching the precious box, I rushed back to the bed, tearing it open along the way and then tossing it onto the nightstand. I reached into the drawer for some lube before flopping onto the bed. Moving quickly, I crawled on top of Con before he had a chance to change his mind.

“No fancy stuff,” he said. “There’ll be time for that later.”

I gave him a quick kiss, and he spread his legs while I drizzled lube on my fingers. He moaned as I traced circles around his hole.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Feels amazing. Stick it in.”

I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Already? This is foreplay, baby.”

“Fuck foreplay!” He gave a frustrated whine and fixed me in a cross look. “I said no fancy stuff. I need you inside, so get me ready!”

Slutty, bossy Connor had always been fun, and it turned me on even more to see how much he wanted it now. “I’ve got you, babe. Try to relax.” I slipped my finger into his ass.

“Ungh!”

“Too much?” I moved the finger in and out, hoping he wouldn’t tell me to stop.

“No. Feels awesome.”

He was kissing my throat when I added a second finger. The sensation made him bite down, and the frisson of pain went straight to my balls. I moaned while he moved his hips, trying to get my fingers deeper inside.

“I’m ready now,” he whispered. “Pleasefuck me.”

“Not yet.” I pecked his lips before adding, “You need another finger.”

“Dammit!”

“You’re too tight, Con.”

“It’s been a while. Please hurry!”

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