Page 32 of Celebrating the Season

The possessive note in his voice sent a thrill through me, even as my oversensitive body trembled under his touch. When his fingers sank deep inside me, brushing my P-spot, I whimpered. How could something be too much yet feel good simultaneously?

“I’ve never seen such a pretty hole…” Ellery bent over me, pressing a kiss against that abused little ring, and god, I would’ve endured anything for him right there and then. “It looks so perfectly dirty with my cum dripping out of you.”

I pushed back against his fingers, craving more, despite my exhaustion.

Ellery chuckled. “Insatiable… What am I going to do with you and that hungry little hole you have?”

Honestly, if he wanted to fuck me again, I would do it, even though it would be too much at the same time.

Ellery shifted behind me, his warm body leaving mine as he moved down the couch. Before I could process the loss, his hands were on my hips, turning me onto my back. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy with pleasure and fatigue.

“What are you—” My question was cut off by a sharp gasp as Ellery’s fingers sank back into my ass, though gently. And then he bent over, and before I realized what was happening, his mouth engulfed my half-hard cock. “Oh fuck, El!”

His eyes met mine, full of desire, as his tongue swirled around my sensitive flesh. I squirmed, caught between the overwhelming sensation and the desire for more.

“Too much,” I panted, even as my hips bucked involuntarily. “I can’t?—”

Ellery hummed, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me. His large, calloused hands held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as he worked his expert mouth over me while pumping his fingers. My body was confused by the mixed signals, but pressure built inside me anyway.

“Ellery, please,” I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or keep going. My hands found their way into his hair, tugging at the silver strands.

He pulled off for a moment, his voice husky as he said, “One more, boy. Give me one more.”

I nodded frantically, beyond words as he took me back into his mouth. My world narrowed to the wet heat surrounding me, the skilled pressure of his tongue, the slight scrape of his beard against my thighs, the slide of his fingers inside me. I was vaguely aware that I was babbling, a stream of “oh god” and “fuck” and “El” pouring from my lips.

The pressure built quickly, almost painfully intense. When Ellery’s finger pressed against my prostate, it was enough to push me over the edge. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I came with a hoarse cry.

Ellery worked me through it, gentling his movements as I shuddered and gasped. When it became too much, I weakly pushed at his head, and he released me.

“C’mere,” I mumbled, making grabby hands at him. He chuckled, the sound warm and affectionate as he moved up to gather me in his arms.

I nestled against his broad chest, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. Ellery’s fingers carded through my curls, and I hummed contentedly.

“You good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of my head.

“Mmm,” I managed, nuzzling closer. “Perfect. Never want to move again.”

His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “We’ll have to, eventually. But not yet.”

I smiled, my eyes drifting closed as I basked in the warmth of his embrace. This man. This amazing, kind, dominant man. This sexy silver fox, who knew exactly how to send me flying high and push me out of my comfort zone. He’d made me feel things I’d never felt, reach highs I’d never seen before, and experience bliss beyond description.

Leaving him when our time together was up was gonna be hell.

11

ELLERY

The cabin door creaked open, releasing a gust of warm air into the frigid morning. I stepped onto the porch, the weathered boards groaning beneath my feet. Boaz followed close behind, his breath visible in little puffs as he huddled deeper into his borrowed coat.

“Jesus, it’s colder than a witch’s tit out here,” he muttered, stamping his feet.

I chuckled. “You’ll warm up once we get moving. Ready to tackle this snow?”

The driveway I could clear with the plow on the front of my truck, but the area between my cabin and the shed had to be cleared manually, and so did the wrap-around porch and the deck.

Boaz peered out at the blanket of white covering everything in sight. His eyes went wide. “Holy shit, how much snow fell?”

“Looks like about twelve inches. Come on, city boy. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

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