Page 62 of Sexted By Santa
“You have supplies?” I asked.
“Side table drawer. Hurry.”
Apparently, Christian was as desperate as me. I didn’t always leap straight to fucking the first time I was with a guy, but it felt as if Christian and I had been engaged in foreplay since the day we’d first chatted on that app.
I pulled out the drawer to grab the bottle of lube and a condom before returning to the bed. But Christian wasn’t patient enough to wait. He rolled onto his side, grasped my cock and guided it to his mouth. I gasped as wet heat enveloped me.
He did say on his video that he was better using his mouth for things other than dirty talk, but damn. The man had exquisite technique as he used his tongue to get me wet enough to slide, then swallowed me deep. I groaned, one hand clenching in his hair to anchor myself, as he set up a fast rhythm.
“Oh fuck, your mouth is perfect,” I mumbled. Even the prickle of his beard was a delight, adding to the sensual assault. As my body began to tighten with pleasure, I pulled back. “Too perfect. Can’t take much more of that.”
Christian smiled smugly, his lips wet and puffy from the dick sucking. I bent and kissed him hard, then climbed astride him, one leg on either side of his hips. Leaning forward, I grabbed the lube and condom I’d abandoned when Christian distracted me.
After tearing open the foil, I slid the condom on Christian, then added lube, slicking him up. He hissed as I stroked him, hands tight on my hips.
“Ready for me?” I asked, leaning forward to brush a kiss over his mouth.
“Been ready for days,” he muttered.
That wasn’t entirely true. Just earlier tonight, he’d shut me down when I might have kissed him. But we’d gotten there in the end, and I didn’t doubt that Christian had been wrestling with his attraction to me for a while now.
I moved forward, preparing to sink down his cock, but he stopped me. “Do you need to prep?”
“Nah.” I grinned down at him. “I use toys on the regular. And I like the stretch…”
His eyes widened. “You—Ohgod.”
He groaned as I pushed back on his cockhead, feeling myself spread around it. My rim burned, the intensity stealing my breath for a moment before he was inside, and I was sliding down his shaft, inch by inch.
I didn’t take it slow. I shoved my hips down, letting the pain propel me to a higher level of pleasure. I wasn’t a pain slut or anything. I didn’t crave a whipping and wasn’t especially kinky. But I’d always loved that feeling of being invaded, pushed to my limits as I was filled up. It was one of the reasons I loved sex with men so much. I could imitate the sensation with toys, or with a woman who was open-minded enough to peg me, but somehow it never seemed quite as natural as it did when I was letting a man fuck me.
“Damn, Jax,” Christian said, a note of awe in his voice. “You okay?”
“So good,” I said, bending to kiss him before I began rolling my hips.
We both groaned as he moved inside me, slowly at first, then faster as I picked up speed. Christian began lifting his hips, powering up as I came down. My heart raced to keep up, my breath sawing in and out raggedly as my focus narrowed to the pleasure building inside me.
Christian took advantage of the position, touching me everywhere. He squeezed my flexing thigh muscles, ran his hands over my tensing stomach, then up to my chest. He toyed with my nipples, which sent tingles rushing through me, before dropping his hands to squeeze my ass.
“So gorgeous,” he said. “How did I get so lucky?”
I grinned down at him. “You must have done something right.”
He laughed, but as I redoubled my efforts the sound turned into a hoarse groan. My hips ached, my body protesting, as I pushed and pushed. Christian seemed to sense I was tiring and nudged me. “Change positions?”
I pulled off him and turned onto my knees, grasping the headboard in front of me and arching my back, which pushed my ass out. “How’s this?”
Christian’s gaze was like an intimate caress as he moved into position behind me. “Sexy as hell.”
He palmed my ass, massaging it, before he lined up and pushed back inside. Once he did, we both lost all control.
“Need it hard,” I begged. “Don’t hold back.”
Christian snapped his hips, making me cry out as he gave me everything I craved. I liked to be on top, to have that control, but this position allowed me to drown in the pleasure. All I had to do was hold on and take the cock punching into me, glancing over my prostate, sending fiery streaks of sensation cascading through me.
I clenched the headboard with my left hand and reached down with my right, grasping my cock to stroke roughly. Technique no longer mattered. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm, desperate to fall.
“So close,” I gasped. “Gonna come.”
