Page 53 of His Until Christmas

He looks up as if he heard me think that and then shoves back the sheets. I know he’s seen me flushed and mottled on a video I didn’t know was being recorded. Now I get to watch his own flush in daylight as he blows me.

Because of how much he wants inside me.

That’s what I assume after Reece pulls off my cock, which shines with his saliva. He uses more of it to wet a finger and says, “Whatever you want, Jack.”

I’ve never wanted anyone to push me like I want him to make this decision for me.

He won’t.

His voice is gritty. “You get to choose.You, Jack, not me.” This is rougher. “And not anyone else.” He grips his cock at the base. It’s thick. So are the fingers wrapped around it, and fuck knows what seeing that does to my face for him to let go in a hurry and roll away.

He only goes far enough to dig in a bedside drawer, and here’s proof Rex Heligan sometimes lives here—we’re spoiled for lube choice.

Reece states this plain and simply. “I’ll be happy with anything as long as it’s with you.” He proves it with lube and those thick fingers teasing where he opens. “Finding out what you like can be just like dancing. You can lead. I’ll follow.”

I fumbled the alarm code earlier. I don’t fumble the condom he tosses in my direction. I scramble upright, taking a turn to be the one who crowds him like he crowded me downstairs when I still had my coat on. Now there’s nothing between us, and Reece goes one step further. He gets himself ready, and something tightly wound inside me eases to see him being kind to himself. This patience is everything I needed to witness, and that I quickly help him out with, even if my hands shake.

I spill lube and this emerges breathlessly from me. “You’re so hot inside.”

Heishot, and so is him panting, “Keep going.” He’s tight until he relaxes, and this isn’t how I pictured my first time going. Now I wouldn’t change a single second of what is a culmination of years of wishing and hoping.

It also feels like a beginning.

Ours.

I only hesitate after he rolls the condom on me and then turns so I can notch the head of my cock to where gold hair has darkened in a slick swirl. He pushes back, taking over, and he was right, we can take it in turns to lead and follow, if only for a single white-hot moment before I get with the programme. Then we’re in sync until Reece buckles the same way I almost did twice with him to catch me.

I’ve got him now. I’m so deep inside Reece I can’t see how we’ll ever part ways, and his hand clamping on the back of my leg tells me that can’t be an option for us. Then we’re really fucking.

It’s as good as flying.

Better than dancing.

Intense, even when he buckles again, then sinks so only the mattress supports him as I keep going. All Reece does is groan. I can feel it, and pay attention to each sound and shudder. My hips flex, only slower now, and his fingers around my leg tighten.

“Jack.”

He can say my name with that edge of desperation forever if he wants. Or for as long as I’ll last inside him, and maybe he hears how close I’m coming to that conclusion.

He moves, pulling away to roll over. Then I’m back inside him, only now we’re face-to-face and kissing, and time does slow down, thank fuck.

London doesn’t exist outside this room.

There’s only Reece here for me, and I guess I must say so.

I’ve seen so many of his smiles aimed at other people. This one is all mine, and I’ll never get over seeing it from this close up. My hips stutter, a mirror across the room shows my brow creasing like his does so often, and I’m even closer to this ending.

No.

I don’t want that.

I’m not ready.

Reece reads me, and don’t ask how I end up on my back with his fingers circling slickly where they have once already. On me.In me.All I know is he asks, “Want to get off with me inside you?”

I nod, then close my eyes at what feels so much better when he does it to me. Reece’s dick is a step up—a whole lot to take—but he’s in no hurry. He talks the whole time at how good I feel to him. How he wanted… How he’d hoped… How much he needed…

Me.

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