Page 59 of Mistletoe Kisses

He cupped me through my boxers after pulling down the zipper, then grabbed my hand and used it to cup himself. “Do you feel how much you turn me on? I want inside of you so badly.”

I shivered. “That. I want that.”

Lucas’s grin turned feral. “I’m going to take such good care of you. C’mon. Let’s go to my bed. We need more room.”

Lucas leaned over me, caging me in with his hands on the sides of my head, kissing me deeply until I was bursting with need for him. I leaned up and tried to follow his lips when he pulled back.

The route to the bedroom was a blur of stumbling steps, wet kisses, and dropping clothes. What felt like only moments later, Lucas had me on my back with a pillow comfortably under my head as he began his assault with kisses over every patch of skin he could get to.

Lucas reached over to the drawer in his nightstand and returned with a condom and lube. It was almost comical how his hard dick stuck straight out, pointing at me like I was due North.

“I know it’s not sexy, but we need to talk for a sec before I go further. Are there any no-gos I should be aware of? I’m happy to use your body cues to figure out what you’re enjoying, but I’d rather not accidentally stumble into something that makes you uncomfortable.”

No one had asked me that before. I’d had a couple of boyfriends and hookups here and there, and the most talking that ever happened was deciding whether we wanted penetration or who had the condom. Or even worse, saying before we’d even started that they had a “thing” after and couldn’t stay. Lucas treated me with a level of care I’d never experienced and could get addicted to if I wasn’t careful.

The thought of verbalizing my preferences had me wanting to cover my face with the pillow, but if he needed my words for him to be comfortable and to give me what I wanted, I could force them out.

“I like to be really prepped.” The more lube, the better because I didn’t particularly enjoy the feeling of being penetrated too quickly. It was hard for me to say if I was uncomfortable in the moment, but if I asked for extra prep, I wouldn’t have to.

“Perfect. I fucking love to do that. Anything else you want me to know?”

I shook my head.

“For me? It’s feet. I don’t want my feet in anyone’s mouth. Pretty sure I don’t want any feet in my mouth either. If you have a foot interest, I’m sure we can figure something out. I’m good with hands touching them.”

I nibbled my lip and bit back a smile. “I don’t have a foot thing, but thanks for telling me.” I certainly didn’t expect him to reciprocate, but I appreciated that he had.

“With the formalities done, let’s get things back to sexy.”

And Lucas did that in record time. I’d deflated a little at the conversation, but it was easy to get revved again under Lucas’s focus and confident strokes of my dick.

His weight comforted me as he laid sort of to my side, sort of on me, and teased his hand between my legs. I sucked in a breath when his lubed finger circled my hole. He maintained the easy, gentle strokes until my body relaxed. As he pushed the tip of his finger in, I tensed, and he resumed his persistent, gentle movements until I relaxed again. We repeated the cycle until he had three fingers stretching me and I was whining, wordlessly begging for him to fill me.

I’d been idly rubbing my hand in circles on his back while losing myself to the pleasure he gave me, but I wanted him to know I was ready. Even if I had the words, there was no way I could form them. I was too far gone, so I reached around and grabbed his dick, tugging gently.

Lucas looked up at me, face flushed, sweat at his temples, smiling wide. “You got it, sweetheart.”

While he positioned himself and rolled down the condom, I opened my legs wide. He’d turned me into a needy mess.

He started to push inside. “Let out a long, slow breath. That’s it. So good.” He pushed in farther with each long breath I took until I felt impossibly full.

“Oh god. You feel amazing.” He dropped his head back and rolled his hips before falling forward and covering my body.

I wrapped my limbs around him like a koala and rolled with him at each thrust.

Each time I moaned, he rewarded me with a kiss. I was delirious with pleasure as his thrusts sped up. He’d worked me open so well that all I felt were delicious zings pinging through my body until I was on the verge of tumbling into the abyss. My need to come swirled with my affection for Lucas for making me feel so good that I didn’t know where sensations ended and feelings began.

“I’m so close. You’re driving me wild,” he purred into my ear.

I dragged my fingernails across his back and tried to pull him closer. His hips stuttered as he pushed into me and held, groaning in my ear. I was so close, but I didn’t want to touch myself with how good he felt lying on me. As the thought passed through my mind, he reached between us but didn’t pull back. It was like he sensed I needed him close. As he rode out his own aftershocks, he stroked me, using his hand and his firm stomach to give the perfect pressure. The way he held me tipped me over the edge, free-falling into a pool of pleasure as my body tensed and released.

He murmured sweet words in my ear as I succumbed to the pleasure. With my cum cooling on my stomach, Lucas rolled onto his back and pulled me against him.

He let out a happy sigh that I wished I could record and make my ringtone and squeezed me closer. I never wanted to move. I wanted more of this. More of Lucas.

Chapter26

Arlo

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