Page 35 of Christmas for Keeps

He glanced at the house again, apparently expecting an invitation inside, so I tried to be gracious. “It was very nice of you to clear our road. Won’t you come in for some tea? Or we could make coffee.”

Zach tightened his grip on my shoulder, and Emory looked at us the way he had the first night and shook his head. “No time, but thanks for the invitation.” He nodded to me. “Enjoy your stay.”

After walking him back to his truck, Zach and I sighed as he drove away. When his taillights disappeared around the bend, Zach patted my shoulder. “What anasshole. He’s way too extra.”

“No worries.” I grinned. “When you said, ‘thanks for plowing the road’…?”

“Yes?”

“It got me a little excited. I was wondering if…”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Could I interest you in plowingme?”

He snorted. “Come with me, beautiful man.”

“Oh, I have every intention of coming with you.”

We took our time undressing each other by the bed and adoring every square inch of flesh we uncovered. Zach made me frantic when he sucked my nipples, and when he started nibbling, I got so weak in the knees we had to lie down. He tickled my cock with his fingertips while he kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth.

“You like that, babe?” he whispered.

“You’ll make me come if you don’t stop it.”

“Can’t have that happen. We have things to do, so you can’t come for a while yet.”

I rolled us over and kissed the base of his throat.

“Hold on,” he said, reaching over to take the lube from the nightstand.

After he closed the drawer and lay back, I traced his pecs with my tongue. Zach had always worked out, and I loved his muscles. He moaned when I licked trails across his chest, and broke into lusty groans after I moved to his rock-hard abs. His cock throbbed not far below, but I swatted his hand away when he reached for it.

“Please squeeze it and take the edge off.” His voice carried an urgent note. “It hurts, Con.”

Still licking his stomach, I wrapped my hand around his erection. His relieved sigh convinced me to squeeze a few times, and he grumbled when I let go. “What are you fucking doing to me?”

“Loving you. I can’t get enough of you, sweetie.” I shifted on the bed, and he whined while I tongued his cock. Slowly licking up the shaft, I enjoyed his musky scent and the taste of the salty-sweet precum trickling down. He cried out when I licked around the head, and I took him in slowly, returning to the head often, and taking in a little more each time I sucked him in.

His moans grew louder, and he tapped the side of my head. “Stop, babe.”

When I didn’t, he used both hands to urge my head upward. He’d blushed deep red. “Two can play this game. Turn around so I can get to you.”

“Why, Mr. Harris, I like the way you think.” We’d always enjoyed sixty-nine, so we turned onto our sides. I moved so his dick was near my mouth, and mine was close to his. When he sucked me in, the sensation was so intense I cursed.

I went back down on him, and we moaned while we pleasured each other. I groaned when he dipped a finger into my crack and began tracing circles around my ass. Using spit for lube, he soon slipped a finger inside, and I cried out when he found my prostate. I loved the way he sucked me, and I was soon thrusting into his mouth. Every time I pulled back, I was fucking myself with his finger.

He pulled off to get a breath. “Is that good, baby?”

“You know I love it.”

Grabbing the lube again, he squirted some onto his hand, and we went back to work on each other. He slipped two fingers inside me, scissoring them to open me up, then working my prostate. I squeezed the base of his cock while I sucked him, using my tongue to tease the underside and pay special attention to his frenulum. That had always made him frantic, and his low, husky groans went straight to my dick. I throbbed inside his mouth, and when he slipped a third finger inside me, I moaned so hard his cock slipped out of my mouth.

I took him in again, and we became noisy. I was getting close, and if we didn’t stop soon, I was going to come in his mouth. That would be awesome. I still wanted him to plow me, but we could take a nap before we fucked.

Apparently reading my mind, he pulled off my cock and gently pulled his fingers free. “You ready, babe? I need to be inside you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. “Can you do me on my back? I want to see you.”

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