Page 9 of Celebrating the Season

Normally, I would never let someone else tell me what to do in bed, but his request was so pure and born in pleasure that I let it slide. I switched to his other nipple and drove him crazy there.

They tasted so good, those little buds. I could easily see myself falling asleep latched on to one of them—something I loved to do but was rarely able to indulge in. I’d always had an oral fixation.

“Ellery,” he gasped. “Please, I need?—”

“Quiet, boy,” I soothed, pressing kisses around his belly button. “You’re not in charge here.”

“But, Ellery…”

I put my hand across his mouth. “Hush now, or I’ll put a gag in your mouth.”

His eyes widened. “A gag?”

I watched him closely. He liked the idea, judging by his reaction. Good to know. “Yes, so be patient.”

My hand slid down his body, teasing and exploring. When I reached between his legs, Boaz arched into my touch, begging for more. I played with his balls for a bit, loving how they tightened in my hands.

I’d wanted to take it slow, but that was becoming harder and harder. I needed to be inside him, to claim and mark him.

Rolling off him for a moment, I grabbed lube and condoms from my bed stand.

“I don’t need a lot of prep,” Boaz said. “I fuck myself every day with a dildo your size. Just lube your cock and go slow in the beginning. I love the burn, and I can take it.”

I swallowed at the visual his words inspired. Fuck, I wanted to see that sometime. “Okay.”

Boaz bit his lip, looking suddenly shy. “I…we don’t have to use them.” He nudged his head at the condoms. “If you don’t want to, I mean.”

I paused, studying his face. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

“I trust you,” he said, and the honesty in his eyes took my breath away.

Boaz’s words sent a surge of heat through me, but I needed to be sure. “I appreciate that, but let’s talk about this. What’s your status?”

He nodded, words tumbling out in his typical rapid-fire fashion. “I’m negative, I promise. I got tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since. Well, not without protection, anyway. And I’m on PrEP, so there’s that too. I just… I love the feeling, you know? Of cum inside me, or rather, dripping out of me. It’s so fucking hot, and I love it even more when you fuck it out of me only to deposit a new load. I want you to fill me up with your cum, Ellery…”

His openness, the raw desire in his voice, made my cock throb. I groaned, leaning down to kiss him fiercely. “Fuck, Boaz. You can’t say things like that.”

He grinned against my mouth. “Why not? It’s true. I want to feel every inch of you, no barriers.”

I pulled back, searching his eyes. “You’re sure about this?”

“Positive,” he said, then giggled. “Well, not positive-positive. You know what I mean.”

I chuckled at his nervous rambling. “I do. And for the record, I’m negative too. Got tested a couple of months back and haven’t had sex since.”

Relief and desire mingled in his expression. “Then what are you waiting for? I need you inside me, Ellery. Please.”

That “please” undid me. I hurriedly slapped some lube on my cock and positioned myself between his legs, lining up. “Ready, sweetheart?”

Boaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on mine. I pushed forward, gasping at the tight heat enveloping me. “Christ, Boaz,” I groaned, fighting the urge to thrust hard and fast.

“Oh god,” Boaz whimpered, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “You feel so good. So fucking big.”

I stilled, giving him time to adjust. The connection between us felt electric, more intense than anything I’d experienced. “You okay?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please, Ellery, I need?—”

I kissed him again, swallowing his moans as I began to move. The sensation was incredible, Boaz’s body gripping me like a vice. I set a steady rhythm, savoring every gasp and whimper I drew from him.

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