Page 55 of Deck the Fire Halls

Divine.

He opened his legs wider, and his hands went to my ass, rocking into me as our tongues tangled and tasted.

He broke the kiss with a groan, arching his back and giving me his neck. I licked and sucked, scraped my teeth, trying to ignore how hard we were. And while I could probably come like this, I needed to touch him, feel him.

I pulled back so I could meet his gaze. His eyes weredazed, his lips wet and swollen. “Fuck,” I breathed. “I want to make you come.”

His cock twitched against mine and his breath stuttered. “Oh. Please. And you too.”

I pushed up and went to my knees, and he fumbled with the button and fly of my work pants. I slid my hand under the elastic of his sweats at the same time he freed my aching dick. I held my weight off him with my left hand and slid my right around his length at the same time he wrapped his hand around mine.

“Fuck,” I hissed, trying to resist driving into his fist.

“Oh god,” he breathed. “I’m not gonna last.”

Then his eyes rolled back, and he thrust into my hand. I dared to look down, and holy shit. His thick pink cockhead was slipping through my hold, the slit leaking precome with every pass.

Rob was too far gone, and his hand seemed to stall on my dick, so I took both our cocks in my fist and jacked us both off. The hot slide was so intense, hard as steel, soft as silk, and so fucking good.

“Oh,” he bit out, his eyes wild. “Soren, I . . . oh fuuuuuck . . . I’m so close.”

I could feel him swell and pulse, my own cock aching for release. The slick slide of our shafts, the bump of our frenulums an exquisite torture.

Then his hands were up under my shirt, and he rubbed my nipples, making me hiss. My dick throbbed and he drove up into my fist as he tweaked my nipples, rolling and pinching. The pleasure shot straight to my balls, making me groan. His back arched up, neckstraining as he came, his cock spurting come onto his chest.

The sight of him, the sounds he made, the smell of his sex, and it felt as if my orgasm ripped through my bones. I came so hard. So fucking hard. I think my brain disengaged, reality swam in and out, and when I came to, my fingers were digging into the arm of the couch and my come was painted over the top of his.

Fuck.

“Wow,” Rob murmured, panting.

Smirking.

I barely remembered to let go of our cocks, making us both shudder. I almost collapsed on top of him and managed to stop myself, but my head hung heavy.

I was wiped out.

Rob put his hands to my face and leaned up to kiss me. “That was incredible.”

“Hmm,” I said, slow blinking. “Still have no brain activity.”

He laughed, making our bodies tremble, but then my arm began to strain and I didn’t want to smear the mess between us. I leaned up off him and somehow managed to get to my feet.

I think I swayed.

Rob caught me. “Whoa there. You okay?”

He was so close and my gaze drew down to his lips, and now that I knew what he tasted like, I didn’t want anything else. I leaned in and kissed him. “You taste like heaven.”

He barked out a laugh. “Okay, you’re still not okay.”He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. “Come with me.”

He leaned me against the vanity then. With his feet in between mine, he pulled off his shirt. Watching him wipe our come off his body was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

He was lean and fit. Not a gym junkie, but it was plain to see he looked after himself. He had dark chest hair that, much like the hair on his head and in his scruff, was peppered with gray.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I breathed, skimming my fingers through the hair on his pec. I was so used to the fitness freaks who waxed and oiled that I’d forgotten chest hair even existed. “Oh, I really like this.”

He tossed the soiled shirt into the hamper, and he watched me thread my fingers through his chest hair as if he was trying to see if I was being serious.

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