Page 29 of Celebrating the Season

Boaz’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh yeah? What kind of reward did you have in mind?” He waggled his eyebrows.

See? I knew he’d catch my drift. “Depends on what you want, boy. I’m feeling generous.”

“Hmm.” Boaz tapped his chin in mock thought. “How about you let me ride that thick cock of yours until I can’t see straight?”

His directness never failed to surprise me. The boy knew what he wanted and went straight for it. Heat rushed through my body, settling low in my gut. “Jesus, Boaz. You don’t pull any punches, do you?”

He shrugged, still grinning. “Why beat around the bush? Life’s too short for that shit.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. “Alright then.” I dragged down my sweatpants, my cock slapping against my stomach, then dropped back on the couch, spreading my arms. “I’m all yours. Whatever you want, however you want it.”

Boaz’s eyes darkened with desire. I’d never seen anyone strip faster. Within seconds, he was naked and crawling onto my lap, straddling my thighs, rubbing that delicious ass against my cock. It was still glowing, and I loved the extra heat against my skin. “Really? You’re gonna let me call the shots?”

I nodded, running my hands up his sides. “You earned it. Show me what you’ve got.”

The anticipation was palpable, crackling between us like electricity. Boaz bit his lip, clearly relishing the power I’d given him. “Fuck, there’s so much I want to do to you. With you.”

I smiled, squeezing his hips. “We’ve got all day and even all night. Take your time.”

“All night, huh?” Boaz ran his fingers through my beard. “Careful what you promise, old man. I might wear you out.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

My heart raced as I stared into Boaz’s eager eyes. The weight of his body on my lap and the heat of his skin under my palms were intoxicating. I wanted nothing more than to flip him over and bury myself inside him, but I’d given him control. Now, I was at his mercy.

As Boaz leaned in to kiss me, a nagging thought wormed its way into my mind. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t a quick fuck anymore. The way Boaz looked at me, touched me, spoke of something deeper, something dangerous.

I pushed the thought aside, losing myself in the taste of Boaz’s lips, the slide of his tongue against mine. But it lingered, an unwelcome reminder of the reality waiting beyond this moment.

Boaz pulled back, panting. “You okay? You seem distracted.”

“I’m fine.” I forced a smile. “Thinking about all the ways I want to make you scream my name.”

He grinned, grinding down against me. My cock, which had already been paying attention the second he’d sat on my lap, fully hardened. “Oh yeah? Care to share with the class?”

I opened my mouth to respond but hesitated. The words caught in my throat as I looked at Boaz—really looked at him. His flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, the trust and desire shining in his eyes. Christ, I was in trouble.

“Ellery?” Boaz’s brow furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong?”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Did I dare voice the thoughts swirling in my head? The fear of what this could become, the temptation to throw caution to the wind and see where it led us?

Boaz cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Talk to me,” he said softly. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out together.”

Together. The word echoed in my mind, full of promise and possibility. And terror.

But could I do this to him? If I told him the truth, everything between us would change. He might feel obligated to stay longer or give us a chance when he had every intention of returning to LA after Christmas.

I knew he liked it here and liked being with me, but that didn’t mean he was developing feelings for me the way I had for him. And even if he had, that still didn’t mean he wanted to give us a chance. Maybe he saw it as an infatuation, a crush—something that would go away once he returned home.

I couldn’t put this pressure on him, no matter how much I wanted to tell him the truth. I couldn’t do it to him. He needed to make his own choice whether to walk away or stay without me influencing him. I hated lying, but surely, in this case, a little white lie was justified since it was to protect him.

Right?

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BOAZ

Iperched on Ellery’s lap, his hard cock brushing against my ass. The heat from the fireplace warmed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the glorious way my ass stung. Jesus, that spanking had felt so good. Even now, it was hard for me to explain how that was possible, but I’d have to figure that out later.

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