Page 8 of Celebrating the Season

I approached slowly, drinking in every detail. The rapid rise and fall of his chest. The way his fingers twisted in the sheets. The trust implicit in his posture tugged at something deep in my chest. “You want my cock, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Beg for it. Show me how much you want it.”

Boaz’s eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. “Please, Sir. I want your… I need your cock in my mouth. Let me taste you. Let me show you what a good little cocksucker I am.”

It seemed he liked dirty talk as much as I did. “Open your mouth.”

He obeyed instantly. I stepped closer and rubbed the tip of my cock against his lips, spreading some precum that had gathered there. He licked them, moaning at the taste. “Please…” he begged.

“Please, what?”

I traced the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his throat. “Please, what?”

His eyes met mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “Please, fuck my mouth.”

Jesus. This kid was going to be the death of me. I couldn’t resist any longer. I gripped my cock, so hard and aching, and guided it to Boaz’s waiting lips. He opened it immediately, his warm, wet mouth enveloping me. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all.”

Boaz hummed in response, the vibrations adding another layer of intensity. His tongue swirled around my shaft as he took me deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my length. The sight of him, so willing and eager, nearly undid me.

“God, you’re good at this,” I panted, slowly rocking my hips. “Such a perfect little cocksucker.”

He moaned around me, clearly turned on by the praise. His hands came up to grip my thighs, pulling me closer, encouraging me to thrust deeper. I obliged, picking up the pace, careful not to go too hard.

“That’s it, boy. Just like that,” I encouraged, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. But there were none—only pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Boaz’s enthusiasm was intoxicating. He worked me with skill, alternating between deep-throating and focusing on the sensitive head. The pressure built inside me rapidly, my release approaching far too quickly.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I warned, pulling back. “Don’t want this to end too soon.”

But Boaz, true to his impulsive nature, redoubled his efforts. His eyes locked on mine, full of mischief and desire. I had to take control, or this would be over embarrassingly fast.

“Enough,” I growled, gripping his hair and pulling him off my cock. “What did I say about following instructions?”

Boaz gasped, his lips red and swollen. “Sorry,” he panted, not looking sorry at all. “Got carried away. You taste so fucking good, and I wanted?—”

I yanked him into a sitting position and cut him off with a deep, possessive kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed with lust.

“We’ve got all night,” I reminded him, my voice low and full of promise. “And I intend to take my time with you.”

I shoved him backward and he let himself fall, then scrambled until he was stretched out on my bed again, where he looked way too good.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself over Boaz, and claimed his mouth again. Boaz responded eagerly, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. Our tongues danced, the urgency building with each passing second. I nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from him. He was so responsive, and I loved the sounds he made, not holding back.

His slender body stretched out beneath me, all smooth skin and lean muscle. I ran my hands along his sides, feeling him shiver from my touch.

“Your skin is so soft.” I caught his lips in another bone-melting kiss.

“Dove coconut lotion,” he mumbled, and it took a second to realize he was explaining why his skin was so soft.

I nuzzled his neck, then bit down gently. He arched his back into my touch, a low moan falling from his lips. His chest was hairless, like the rest of him, and I pressed kisses all over that velvet skin. One flick of my thumb and his nipples turned into little pebbles.

I rubbed them between my thumb and index finger until they were rock hard and red and Boaz lay squirming on the bed. I closed my mouth around the right nipple, sucking on it until he whimpered, then biting down. Not hard, but enough to get his attention.

“Ellery,” he moaned. “Jesus, do that again…”

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