Page 32 of Down My Chimney

“I thought you said you didn’t read your comments,” I said, my tongue tracing patterns down his chest.

“I don’t.” Blake groaned as I toyed with his nipples. “I just check for your name. If you’re trying to play hard to get, by the way, it’s working. You hardly ever like my pictures.”

That jangly feeling came back, and once again, I pushed it aside, opting to bite Blake’s nipple instead. I got a very satisfying, if quiet, groan in return.

“I just don’t want you to worry,” I said. “About what people might think if I liked too many of your posts.”

I glanced at his face and found him staring at me in wonder.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he said. “I—Henry—fuck. You’re perfect.”

Because you actually like me? Or because I’m happy being your secret?

I shook my head. I wasn’t going to think about that right now.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, kissing my way onto his stomach.

Blake’s cock pressed against my cheek now, leaving a little trail of precum as it slid along my skin. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. But if he’d meant what he said…

“Hey, were you serious?” I looked up again. “About me, uh, coming down your chimney?”

“Fuck yes.” He paused. “That is, if you want to.”

I chuckled. “I’d sayfuck yescaptures my feelings pretty accurately.” I bent down and licked a long stripe up his cock. “Wanna get the lube?”

Blake twisted, lifting his upper body off the bed to grab the lube from my nightstand. His hand hovered over the drawer, though, once he got it open. His eyes went wide.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

“What?”

“This is new.” He held up a neon, rainbow-striped dildo that was even larger than my pink one.

“I saw it in a shop I went to with Chelle and Vernon, and after you mentioned neon green and stripes, I couldn’t resist.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “It glows in the dark, too.”

“Fuck,” Blake groaned. “That would look so hot in your ass.” He bit his lip. “It’s probably too big to use on me, right?”

“Maybe not the best choice for your first time.”

“But possibly my second?” he said with a grin.

“I like the way you think.”

He closed the drawer and handed me the lube, then looked around the bed hesitantly. “Um, how do you want me?”

Tenderness swelled in my chest. There was something so sweet about that look. So innocent.

“However you’re most comfortable.”

“Can we, uh—do it like this?” Blake asked. He shifted onto his back, propped up on his elbows, and spread his knees apart.

“Of course.”

“I want to be able to see you,” he said, a flush creeping up his neck. “And kiss you.”

Tenderness flamed into desire. This was a side of Blake I rarely saw. Vulnerable and open. He was always genuine, but this morning, he’d let his guard down completely.

And he was so, so receptive as I slipped a finger inside him. I went slowly, sliding in a millimeter at a time, understanding for the first time why he was always so careful with me. I didn’t want to hurt him. His mouth made a little O shape as he gasped.

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