Page 41 of Christmas Wishes

The next sound was a faint bell. Ah. It was Joule playing with one of the mouse toys I’d bought her when I became her keeper. If it wasn’t for the litter box debris I cleaned daily and the empty food and water bowls, I would assume Joule had escaped.

Maybe Keaton was right about leaving treats out. One step forward. My lips curved into a smile.

A few minutes later, I heard the familiar creak of the stairs and held my breath. I barely heard the quiet knock over my pulse thundering in my ears. “Come in,” I said in a rough voice.

Keaton entered wearing a long-sleeved shirt hanging off his shoulders and shorts so tiny they barely covered his ass. His skin was lit by the moonlight shining through my blinds as he padded quietly to my bed.

Wordlessly, I pulled the blankets back, and Keaton climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. He arched over me and slid his fingers into my hair as he stared down. His eyes were almost black in the darkness.

I arched up as he lowered his face to mine. When our lips collided, the kiss was just as passionate as our first but less urgent. Our lips and tongues moved in a wet rhythm as our hands explored each other’s bodies in a way we hadn’t with last night’s frantic pace.

Our time together was running out, and I wanted to make this time last because I’d be jerking off to the memories of Keaton’s body and his touch for a long time.

Keaton’s heavy breathing and pleasured mewls turned me on as much as the scratch of his fingernails down my chest. I wrapped one arm around his waist and held him against me, refusing to allow even an inch of space between us. He ground his hips in a circle, moaning each time his thickening cock hit mine just right.

“Lube?” Keaton asked in between kisses along my neck.

I reached into my nightstand and rummaged for it while laying open-mouthed kisses on Keaton’s shoulder. When my fingertips brushed it, I grabbed it and brought it to Keaton’s hand by my head. I growled when he pulled back from me.

“Not going far, beefcake.” He scooted far enough down my body to tuck the waistband of my boxers under my balls. He pushed his own down his thighs, then poured lube into his palm.

Keaton tortured me with slow strokes until I was aching, then he dripped more lube directly onto my dick. He wrapped his small hand around both of our cocks but couldn’t get a good grip. I wrapped my hand around his and followed his lead. The slide of our hands, his body grinding against mine, the earthy musk of our bodies, fuck. It was working for me.

Keaton shifted again and pulled his hand back, so I let mine fall away. He obviously had ideas, and I was more than happy to find out what they were. He dropped his palms to each side of my head and thrust his hard cock against mine. God, I’d love to have him fuck me. His dick was long and thick enough to hit all the right spots without pushing me to my limits.

My piercing must’ve caught him in the right spot because he tilted his head back and let out a guttural groan that made my balls pull tight against my body.

“Oh, that’s fucking magic.” Keaton laughed as he frotted against me, seeking his pleasure, riding me faster and faster.

I kept a tight grip on Keaton’s tiny hips, trying to hold back from the release barreling toward me. I tried to distract myself, but how could I think of anything but Keaton when he kissed me like he was dying for my air.

“Want you to come. Show me,” he growled in his lighter voice.

He flicked his thumb over my piercing, which made me clench and curl toward him as I shot.

“Fucking beautiful.” Keaton thrust a few more times until he followed me over the edge. I wished the lights were on so I could take in every detail I’d missed last night.

He dropped onto me and kissed me leisurely as my pulse leveled out. I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed my T-shirt, using it to clean us up before we got stuck together.

I didn’t move my arm wrapped around his waist. My body recognized it didn’t want Keaton to go before my brain did. When he halfheartedly attempted to get up, I pulled him closer. Instead of disengaging, he snuggled in and let out a sound damn near close to a purr. I’d probably regret this tomorrow but fuck it. I deserved a good night’s sleep, and Keaton’s toasty body was better than a glass of warm milk.

My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was how well Keaton fit tucked against me and how empty my bed would feel tomorrow.

Chapter22

Keaton

“Buzzing,”the grizzly bear in my dream said. I’d never thought about how adorable grizzlies were. This one was grumpy but had a cute face that should be smooshed.

“Whas buzzing?” The bear had a familiar voice.

My hand was lifted into the air. “Keaton. Your watch.”

I blinked my eyes open and realized my smartwatch was buzzing with a phone call. That was weird. It never rang at night because of my Do Not Disturb setting. A cutie like me needs their beauty sleep.

“Says ‘Dickie Landlord.’”

I sat up with a start. “Shit.” I tapped to accept the call. “Richard?”

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