Page 45 of Fake It for Christmas

Screw it. If that was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.

I reached for the condom on the nightstand, looking at Shane like he was the best gift I’d ever gotten.

“Get back down on that bed,” I murmured, letting my gaze trail up and down his body.

“Should I be ashamed of my little collection?”

“You should be proud,” I said, leaning over the back of his body as he lay back down on his stomach. I bent over him, pressing kisses all the way up his back. I nipped and licked at the back of his neck, drawing in the clean scent of his hair, feeling like I was in some slice of heaven.

“I guess I am proud of it,” he said. “That candy cane is the reason why I’m going to be able to take your cock more quickly, after all.”

I hummed, reaching lower to unwrap the condom and slide it on. “You should be proud of everything, Shane. Proud of your mind, your heart, your fuckingperfect ass…”

He groaned as I trailed my fingers over his hole one more time before reaching for the lube and slicking my cock.

My body was practically vibrating with anticipation. I couldn’t think of another time I’d wanted something so much. Every moment I’d spent with Shane had been like witnessing a magic trick: somehow, he’d made me feel comfortable again.

He’d made me feel comfortable beingmyself.

Knowing parts of myself that I’d never known before.

Exploring again.

Remembering that life wasn’t just a series of achievements and disappointments, but a gift to be shared.

I had desperately needed that. And Shane had reminded me that there was a full, warm beating heart inside me still, and that I didn’t have to give up on myself.

“How do you look sohotlike this?” I murmured, dragging my aching cock over his hole without pushing inside yet.

“I think you just want to fuck someone,” he said.

I knew he was joking, but something about it hit me in a different way.

“I want to fuckyou,” I corrected him. I gripped his hip with one hand, digging my fingertips into his skin. “I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted to fuck you since the night we met, actually, but I was too clueless to realize it.”

“Is that right?” he asked in a teasing voice, shoving his hips backward a little, grinding against the tip of my cock.

My heart slammed inside me. “Yes, Shane,” I said, my voice low and hoarse.

I pushed forward a little, finally letting the tip push inside him. He whispered my name in a low tone and it only made me want to give him more. I gripped his hips hard as I slowly pushed inside him. God, his grip was tight. Tight and hot and holyfuck, it was the best thing my cock had ever felt.

I went slow even though I knew he could take it. Inch by inch, I watched myself disappear inside of him. But it was only a little while before Shane started working his hips again, gentlyrocking back and forth in a rhythm, practicallypullingme in deeper.

If I didn’t have a tiny bit of self-control I could have come just from that. The way Shane looked, moving along my cock, showing me exactly how much he could take. It seemed like he couldn’t help it, and I really liked that.

“Want you,” Shane said in a breathless whisper. “Want you so goddamn bad.”

“Trust me,” I told him, “you have me.”

I pushed further into him until the base of my cock met his ass, and he let out a low groan, his body going a little bit slack beneath me.

“Fuck, that is good,” he said.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little,” he said. “And I love it, to be honest. You can fuck me. Don’t be scared.”

“You are so tight,” I said, my own voice a little wobbly. I pulled out and then pushed back in, groaning at the gripping feeling. I kept pace for a few minutes, letting myself sink into the feeling—sink intohim—trying to process how I could enjoy something this much.

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