Page 79 of Deck the Fire Halls

“Many times. It played out a dozen different ways.”

Grinning, he pushed my coat off my shoulders. “Only a dozen, huh?” Then he pulled my toque off my head and began undoing my belt. “Should I go climb into bed and wait? Or do you need help getting undressed?”

I groaned, so turned on, so desperate. I fumbled and fought with the laces on my boots, and he laughed, hanging my coat on the rack. I tried to slow down, but then I saw his pajama pants were nicely tented, and yeah, slowing down wasn’t going to happen.

I all but yanked my boots off, tossed them by the door, took his face in my hands, and kissed him, hard.

He laughed and was smiling, until I plundered my tongue into his mouth. He grunted, the sound sending a jolt through me, and he walked us backward toward the hall. We bumped into the doorway and I couldn’t resist pressing him hard against the wall as I fucked his mouth with my tongue.

He whined and lifted one leg up. I gripped his ass and ground our erections together through our clothes.

So fucking desperate.

We weren’t going to make it to bed at this rate.

I broke the kiss. “Bed. Now.”

His lips were swollen, his eyes dark. Chest heaving, cock straining, he walked to his room. Sultry, inviting.

Holy hell. I was gonna fuck that smirk right off his face.

Hisbedroom was dark, the bed made. He ripped back the covers, then stripped off his clothes and knelt on the bed. He glanced at me over his shoulder, then at the bedside where he’d put lube and condoms. He put a hand to his naked ass, rubbing the cheek. “Do your worst, Soren.”

My dick throbbed painfully, my whole-body electric with anticipation and need.

This wasn’t just desire. This was pure need. Like I needed oxygen to breathe, I needed to be inside him.

I pulled off my sweater and shirt in one go and stepped out of my pants and briefs. I took the lube first and poured it down his ass crack, thumbing it into his hole. Then a finger, then two. No preamble, no games.

Still on his knees at the edge of the bed, his back arched and he whined. I put my free hand to his throat, fucking him with my other fingers, and whispered into the back of his neck, “Oh, Robinson. I have no words.”

He groaned, pushing back onto me. He stroked himself and it was so fucking hot knowing he was as desperate as me. “Oh god, please. I need it.”

I pulled my fingers out of him, rolled a condom down my cock, and lubed up. I followed him onto the bed, pushing him down face first and holding him down with my body, my cock nestled between his ass cheeks. “Is this how you want it?”

“Oh god, yes. Please.” His voice was strung tight. “Just do it. I’m ready. I need it.”

I positioned myself at his entrance, pushing in just a fraction, testing his hole. “You been thinking about this all day, huh?”

“Yes.”

“You wanting my cock buried inside you, is that what you want?”

“Soren, please.”

God, hearing him beg for it almost ended me.

I pushed into him, torturously slow, all the way to the hilt. He clawed at his bedsheets, trying to find purchase, his back arched, and he moaned like the devil.

But he took me. All of me. I was up to my balls in him. So deep, so hot. I lay down on top of him and kept still, giving him a moment to adjust, to breathe.

I scraped my teeth along his shoulder. “That what you wanted?”

He panted and groaned. “Yes.”

I ran my hand over the back of his head, lightly pulling his hair as I kissed the back of his neck. “You’re so fucking sexy like this. Taking every inch of me, waiting up for me. Waiting for me to fuck you.”

He grunted and rolled his hips. “Need you to move, Soren. Do something.”

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