Page 29 of Fake It for Christmas

I leaned in and wrapped my fist around the base of his cock, and I took his tip right into my mouth. Again I was surprised by hownotweird it felt. It was nice, actually, and I let my tongue slide out against the underside of his tip, in an area I knew would probably be a little more sensitive.

I am sucking dick.

Sucking. Dick.

And it’s… really fucking fun?

“Holy fuck,” he whispered.

“I was too curious,” I said as I pulled away. “How you taste.”

He nodded, his eyes dancing all across my face.

“You can do it again. If you wanted to.”

If I wanted to? If I freaking wanted to? Shane really had no idea how much this was doing for me, and even if it was just for fun, I wanted him to know.

I was going to do whatever I could to make this just as good for him as it was for me—because I already knew I was going to be getting off to the memory of tonight for months to come.

Operation Show Shane How Much I Want Thiswas going to start right fucking now.

“Okay. Take your shirt off,” I told him. “I want to see more of you.”

I stood up, tugging off my own shirt and undoing my zipper. I pushed off my pants, standing in front of him in my own boxer briefs.

“Wait a minute,” he said, his eyes glued to my underwear. “You made fun of me for Christmas boxers and you’re wearing those?”

“What?” I said, looking down at the pattern. It was simple, a dark blue base with a bunch of snowflakes falling down toward the bottom edge of the briefs.

Shane gave me a pointed look. “Those are holiday boxers.”

I furrowed my brow. “They are not.”

“They totally are,” he said, a grin coming up on one corner of his mouth. “It’s a pretty little snow-covered pattern.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re holiday-themed,” I protested. “Snow is just snow.”

Shane bit his lower lip, looking up at me with that fucking adorable doubtful gaze. “I think we both are guilty of wearing cute holiday boxers, and you know it. Would you wear those in July?”

“Of course not,” I said. “These are for winter.”

Shane laughed, leaning his head back on the couch.

Fuckme, he looked good like that. Naked, arching backward, with his neck leaning back like that. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

He really was like a hot Abercrombie model.

And by the way my cock twinged just from watching him laugh, I was no longer able to deny it. I was attracted to him. I wasintohim.

“Okay. Fine. They’re holiday underwear,” I said. “I don’t care if you think they’re a picture of Santa’s fucking backyard, as long as you keep looking at me like that.”

Shane seemed happy with that. I pushed my boxer briefs off, standing in front of him, both of us fully naked.

“Wow,” he said, staring at my erection.

“Yeah,” I said, gripping myself around the base of my cock. “Can’t fake this.”

Finally, Shane seemed to realize that I wasn’t doing this as some sort of charity case. I wanted him, and when I got back onto the couch, I positioned my face above his, hovering just above his lips.

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