Page 29 of A Man for the Holidays

“Don’t stop fucking me, Quinn.” he demands.

I increase speed, now fully aware of what I’m doing, and knowing very well that it’s pleasing this man. I feel certain things, that I can’t explain, as I allow my dick to explore Spencer’s ass, and just as I’m about to withdraw, he pushes himself up, then places both his hands on my ass cheeks and begins pumping me back and forth.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” I tell him.

“And you’re a fucking pro,” I hear him say.

He removes both his hands from my ass, then reaches down and takes his cock with one hand and begins stroking himself in rhythm to my thrusting. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over me, I decide that I’m ready to come, and I want to come with Spencer.

“I’m going to come Spencer,” I warn.

“Me too.”

I pound into him, faster and faster, then feel my entire body convulse with pleasure, and when I feel a tingling sensation in my balls, I slide out of Spencer and peel off the condom as he continues to stroke himself. I wrap my fingers around my own cock and begin jerking myself, matching the intensity of Spencer’s thrusts on his cock.

“I’m coming,” he says.

And with those two words, Spencer shoots a load of sticky white come all over his chest as he calls out my name with profanity. I give my cock a few more tugs and I too shoot my load all over Spencer’s stomach. Finally, after catching my breath, I crawl onto the bed and lie down beside Spencer and stare up at the ceiling.

“Did I please you?” I ask.

There’s another roar of laughter and he turns his head to face me, “I have a lot to teach you, Quinn. That’s not exactly the best thing to say after you’ve just fucked the brains out of someone.”

“I’m sorry, I just––”

But before I have a chance to finish my sentence, he silences me with a deep kiss.

“How about you and I take a shower together, and then tonight you can sleep in my bed… with me.”

His request, or invitation rather, is innocent enough, but it sends my pulse racing and I’m once again consumed with feelings and emotions. When I look into his eyes, however, I realize that this is exactly what I want, it’s what we both want.

“If you’re okay with that,” he finishes.

“I’m more than okay with that,” I assure him.

He smiles then gets off the bed and helps me to my feet. He leans forward and wraps his arms around my waist, then pulls me in for a kiss. When our mouth’s part, he takes my fingertips and we both walk out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom.

Its three days until Christmas, and tonight is our annual Christmas party. It’s our ‘event of the year’, as we call it, a time to wind down, eat lots of food, and watch everyone get totally shit-faced and make a total dick out of themselves. It’s the same story every year, and if I wasn’t in management, I’d be spending the night at home, drinking wine and watching some Christmas movie andno. I’m not talking about the one with Bruce Willis. Every year, Paige and I turn up to this event, dressed in our best, in fact, it’s theonlytime I ever wear a suit and tie. At around about this time, I’d be yelling out to Paige, telling her to get ready otherwise we’re going to be late.

But not tonight…

Tonight, for the first time, instead of Paige by my side, I’m attending the party with another man on my arm. A man, who up until a couple of days ago, I wasn’t sure I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. I know that sounds completely insane and even ridiculous, considering he’s just a mannequin, a statue people use to dress up in fine clothes to show on display. But that’s just it, Quinnisn’ta mannequin anymore. No. He’s a wonderful, thoughtful, caring, considerate and unique young man, who has changed the dynamic of things, especially when it comes to relationships. And you want to know the crazy part?

I’m falling in love with him.

Seated at the table alongside several of my staff, Quinn sits a few seats to my right where he’s busy in conversation with Jerry, one of my employees. I bring the glass of wine that I’ve been holding in my hand all night to my lips and take a drink, as I stare at the three of them deep in conversation. One thing I’ve learned over these past two weeks with Quinn; is that I don’t have to be afraid or ashamed of who I choose to give my heart to. I know whatever we have is very new, and we’re both exploring each other, but I also know that I don’t have a lot more time left with the guy, and I don’t want to waste any opportunity with him. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, but I guess that’s because I resigned myself to the fact that I’d never find a man to fall in love with.

Then I met Quinn.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a long time,” Liz, another one of my employees tells me, as her voice cuts through my thoughts.

“Hmmm?” I mumble.

“You’re glowing, and I know why too.”

“You do, do you?”

“Yes. It’s because of that delicious man sitting over there with jerry.”

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