Page 27 of A Man for the Holidays

“Well, this is foreplay.”

“Foreplay is good, I can do foreplay,” I reply.

He leans in and presses his mouth to mine again, this time when I feel his tongue inside my mouth, I try and copy his gesture, slipping my tongue inside his mouth too. I swirl it around his mouth, until I find his tongue and another feeling courses through my body, but I don’t dare move. I continue to circle his tongue with mine just as I feel his hand move lower down my chest and stomach, until his fingers are almost inside the elastic of my boxer briefs. I feel his thumb at the base of my dick as he taunts and teases me playfully.

Pulling his mouth away from mine, he says, “I’m glad you’re shaven,” and then smiles at me with a wink.

Before I have the chance to say anything else, I see the man get to his knees between my legs. I then feel his fingertips on either side of my waist, and he dips them beneath the fabric of my boxers, ever so slightly pushing them down my thighs. And as if it has a mind of its own, my cock instantly shoots up and points directly at him.

“I’m sorry, it’s been doing that a lot lately,” I say.

“It means you’re happy to see me, and you like what I’m doing to you.”

“It does?”

He nods and then says, “And you’re a big boy too. I’d say you’re easily nine inches, maybe even nine and a half. And you’re going to make me gag when I try and take you to the back of my throat. Of course, only if you’re ready for that.”

I know exactly what that means, thanks to my many hours of reading each night, and although I don’t really know what to expect, the one thing I do know is that I’m falling hopelessly in love with him.

“I’m ready. Please, I’m ready,” I beg, not entirely convinced with myself.

But as he places soft, sweet, seductive kisses all over my chest once more, I feel myself settle and relax at his touch. He continues his way lower, then when he gets to my cock again, he slides his hand up and down, and he does this thing with his fingers where he circles the end then I notice something that looks like water seep through the top.

“What is that?” I ask.

“It’s pre-cum, it means you’re aroused and feeling good, soon you will orgasm, you know, like what happened in the shower.”

I remember reading about that too and seeing all the illustrated images of cocks with white, sticky liquid dripping from the tip. But I know that what is about to happen with Spencer is not only going to be fun, but also spectacular. He slides his thumb across the tip of my cock again, making the clear fluid seep out of my cock. I then watch as he puts his thumb into his mouth and licks it clean as his stare meets mine. His eyes are filled with, I don’t even know what to call it, but it doesn’t look like he’s about to cry, that’s for certain. The only thing I want from this man right now, is to know exactly what it feels like to have his soft lips wrapped around my dick.

He leans forward, then kisses the inside of my thigh while sliding one hand up and down my cock.

““Oh… My… God!” I say.

“What? Are you all right?” he asks.

“Yes, it just feels so fucking good, please don’t stop.”

“You know what would really turn me on?” he asks, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on the base of my cock.

“What?”

“You cursing as I give you the best fucking blowjob you’ll probably ever have.”

Cursing, I know that very well too, thanks to Olivia and the thousands of customers that she says piss her off every day. And I remember reading inHow To Improve Your Sex-Lifethat almost all couples find it incredibly sexy when they hear their partner curse while having sex.

“What would you like me to say?” I ask.

“Whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care, as long as you say my name when you do it.”

He gives me a wicked smile, then lowers his head and asks, “This works better if you’re standing,” he says, so I quickly get to my feet. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, fuck yes, Spencer.” I say.

“See, now you’re getting the idea,” he replies.

I feel a pair of firm hands press against each of my ass cheeks, I look down to see him part his lips, as he slowly pulls me in toward him and my cock enters his mouth. I immediately feel his tongue swirling around the tip, then he starts licking and sucking me. He continues the gesture for several long seconds, which feels like a fucking eternity right now. I feel him remove his hands from my ass cheeks, and he grabs a firm hold of both my wrists, being careful not to touch my bandages, then he places them carefully behind the back of his head. I know exactly what to do with these, and even with bandages, I still manage to somehow tug on his hair gently as he slides his mouth up and down my throbbing cock.

“Fuck, Spencer,” I curse.

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