Page 45 of His Until Christmas

His dick bumps my lips, so I open up, and maybe it’s the wrong angle, but I choke again before getting my hand around him as a buffer. That lets me focus better—I suck the head of his cock, and it’s wild how much I like it. Wilder still how much I like the soft crinkle of his pubes against my fist in contrast. I hum and suck and stroke all with my mouth full, and his belly tenses, so I do it again, only stopping when I need to inhale deeply. Even how he smells does it for me, all warm and musky, so I keep going, trying to take more of him.

I can’t, which isn’t what the internet ever promised. It didn’t warn me about dealing with a spurt of precome, either.

I pull off coughing, and he’s still watching, only now his head is tilted in a fleeting reminder of kids at school staring at me whirling across the playground after a forgetful moment.

I’m flustered into asking, “Am I doing it okay?”

“Okay?”

Not only the tree lights flicker.

Something complex does in his expression, and before I know it, I’m the one with him between my spread legs, only now I’m sitting upright and he kneels on the carpet.

He’s at eye level with me. “Anything you want to do is good for me, Jack. One question though…” His pause draws out before he asks this. “You said you had plenty of practice. Practice at what exactly?”

If anyone else asked that question, I’d lie.

Tonight, he’s been so honest I can’t be anything else with him.

“First dates. Didn’t meet anyone I wanted to…” I can’t help looking at his cock, and fuck my life, I just had it in my mouth, so why heat prickles my throat, I have no clue. I know what I’d hear as a chorus if anyone but him heard that confession, because who comes to a big city and doesn’t throw themselves into doing more with frogs than kissing?

I’m not sad about that now. I can’t be when he asks me something different, and for someone usually softly spoken, this growl gets all of my attention.

“So I’d be the first person to return the favour?”

I nod, and his head tilts again, studying me for so long that I should feel pinned under a lens, squirming as he watches. I don’t. He might as well have bought that off-cut of shimmering fabric. Something like it slides across me as he watches before clasping me where I’m so hard I ache, and that’s amazing. Then he lets go, which is tragic, until that free hand strokes a slow and somehow silky path up my torso.

His palm takes so long to cover the distance to the nape of my neck that I wonder what he thinks about my body and if he’s marking the same differences between us that I have. I’m slimwhere he’s a whole lot wider, and I’m smoother where he’s hairy. I stop analysing when he pulls me into a quick and hard kiss.

He whispers next, even though there’s no one here but me to listen.

“Good.”

Forget what I said about already getting all I want for Christmas. That word is the best gift yet, even if it doesn’t come with him touching where I throb. He leaves my hard-on alone, his lips brushing my ear instead. His breath there provokes a surprise shudder as soon as he whispers across the shell of my ear, “No one’s done this for you either?”

I’d saynoif I wasn’t lost in what his warm breath does for me. I groan when he repeats, “Good,” whichis followed by the tip of his tongue, and who the fuck knew wet heat in my ear followed by a nip to my earlobe would go straight to my balls?

I do squirm then, and almost sob when his mouth moves away to give my chest the same hot breath and sharp teeth treatment. He finds the point of a nipple, and all of a sudden I’m squirming harder. So much so that he rests a thick forearm across me, and I wouldn’t have writtenhold me down pleaseordo that again right the fuck nowon a list of sexual wishes. If I ever made that mental spreadsheet, it only ever had one name in a single column.

“Reece.”

He pauses, looking up from where he’s so close to my dick. His breath coasts there, and everything inside me seizes.

Fluttering wings in my chest go still, the world not slowing but stopping as I watch him explore every inch of me with careful fingers, then with his tongue, and I stop breathing.

His eyes meet with mine. He also smiles with his mouth full, but he doesn’t choke like I did. I’m the only one of us who does that when he winks.

I’m done for then. A goner, all the way up in heaven as he blows me, and nothing prepared me for that feeling, or for getting to see his eyes close and his cheeks hollow.

He gets serious about getting me off, and everything he does gets me closer.

Each gulp and swallow. Each twist of his fist around me. I’m holding on by the skin of my teeth when he slides a hand under my thigh and lifts it.

My leg is over his shoulder, and he looks up again, his mouth still full, watching me as he cups my balls before exploring some more, and the tip of a finger finds where every nerve in my body has relocated.

I didn’t truly seize up when his breath coasted across my dick.

I do now, so locked in on new sensations that I don’t even notice when he stops sucking me off, and my wet cock slaps my belly. I’m vaguely aware it glistens. I’m more aware of him pushing at the back of my knee.

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