Page 17 of Celebrating the Season

When we finished the dishes, I felt Ellery’s hand on my hip, gently turning me to face him. “Boaz,” he said softly, and the way he said my name sent shivers down my spine.

“Yeah?” I looked up, my breath catching at the intensity in his eyes.

“Come with me.”

I followed him without hesitation. He sat in one of his comfortable reading chairs, then dropped a pillow on the floor between his legs. A simple hand gesture from him, and I was on my knees on the pillow, anticipation and excitement thrumming through my veins.

“Is this okay?” Ellery asked, his fingers threading through my curls.

I nodded, unable to find my voice for once. I felt safe here, cherished even, as I looked up at Ellery. The trust between us was palpable, electric.

“Good boy,” he praised, and those two simple words made me melt.

He unbuckled, and I licked my lips. He wanted me to suck him off? I was so on board with that. My ass might be out of commission, but my mouth still worked. And if my mouth was full of cock, it would be hard to annoy him with my chatter, so that was a bonus.

He took out his cock, which was only semi-hard. I immediately leaned forward, opening my mouth, but he held me back. “You can’t suck me off.”

Huh? “I’m not following.”

“You can suckle, but not suck. But above all, I need you to sit there and keep my cock safe and warm. Think you can do that?”

Where was the fun in that? Maybe it was a first step to something else? “Sure.”

“Come a little closer.” I did, and then he patted his thigh. “Put your head here.”

He was specific, wasn’t he? Not that I was objecting. In a way, it made things easier for me because I didn’t have to wonder or worry if I was doing it wrong. I followed his instructions, opening my mouth when he told me to.

He placed the tip of his cock in my mouth, just far enough that I could suckle on it. It was similar to sucking on a lolly and not at all unpleasant, even if I didn’t understand why he’d prefer this over me sucking him off, but whatever.

As I suckled his cock, he stroked my hair, the gentle touch grounding me.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Such a hot, pretty mouth.”

My eyes drifted closed as I focused on the sensation of his cock in my mouth. This was very different from a blowjob, but I liked it more than I had expected. I didn’t really have to do anything. Ellery was basically using my mouth to keep his cock warm, yet it felt good, somehow.

The world narrowed to Ellery’s cock in my mouth, his hands in my hair, the soft sounds of pleasure he made above me.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ellery murmured, soft as a caress. “You’re doing so well.”

A profound sense of contentment washed over me. Here, on my knees for this man, I felt safe, valued, cared for. It was a heady feeling. Time seemed to slow, stretching out in a haze of pleasure and connection. I lost myself in the rhythm of him stroking my hair, in the taste of him, in the gentle suckling.

I was at peace.

6

ELLERY

Iwoke to the gentle rhythm of Boaz’s breathing, his warm body pressed against mine. He was a cuddler, constantly seeking my presence, even in his sleep—not that I minded. My chest tightened with an unfamiliar ache as I studied his features—those full lips, dark curls, the hint of stubble along his jaw. He was so goddamn beautiful. What the fuck was he doing here with me?

The urge to reach out and trace the curve of his cheek was nearly overwhelming. Instead, I carefully extracted myself from the tangle of limbs and blankets, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber. As I eased out of bed, Boaz made a small sound of protest and burrowed deeper into the pillow. A fond smile tugged at my lips.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” I murmured, though he was already drifting off again.

He’d fallen asleep suckling my cock the day before, which had been the most beautiful sight ever. I’d let him sit there for a long time before carrying him to bed, and he’d only woken up an hour or two later. Was it normal for a guy his age to sleep that much?

I’d asked him if he wanted to spend the night again, and he’d said he had a flight to catch. But as soon as he’d said that, he told me he’d changed his mind. Before I could even ask if he was sure, he’d already pushed his flight back by a day. Damn iPhone generation.

Not that I was complaining about him staying longer. I liked having him here far more than I should.

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