Page 72 of Sexted By Santa
I tugged him closer and kissed him. “What about you, Chris?”
He pulled away, backing up a couple of steps.
“Sorry. Christian,” I said, correcting myself. “You don’t like to be called Chris. I remember now.”
His smile was rueful. “I don’t mind it so much when you say it.” His gaze slid over my mostly naked body. “You could probably call me anything, and I’d like it.”
“Even Santa? What would you do if I said, ‘Santa, I want to suck your cock…’”
He bit his bottom lip and dropped his right hand, pressing the heel of his palm against the growing bulge in his pants. “I’d say that you better save that line for a night when we can actually do it.”
I wanted to do it. I wanted to strip him of his clothes and drag him into my bed. But he was right. We couldn’t. As my mind cleared, I remembered the reason I’d asked him to go home tonight.
Stupid principles. Tori wouldn’t wake. If he left after, she’d never know what had taken place in my bedroom. Thankfully. Because at some point, I intended for him to stay overnight. I wanted the man in my bed, and I didn’t want to limit our intimacy to the rare occasion that Tori wasn’t home. But…until she knew we were dating, it felt wrong. I wanted to explain Christian’s importance before I invited him to spend the night in Tori’s home.
“Damn,” I said. “This is hard.”
Christian eyed my cock. “It is.”
I huffed a little laugh. “I want you so much, but…”
Christian neared me now that I wasn’t trying to drag him into my bed with me. “I understand. You want to take it slow, for Tori’s sake.”
I nodded. “Is that ridiculous? We’ve already slept together.”
“Not here though.” Christian nudged me toward the bed. “I understand, Jaxson. There’s no rush.”
“There’s not?” I glanced down at my aching cock, which seemed to disagree.
Christian chuckled as he followed my gaze, but the man had better willpower than I did. He pushed me into the bed, and then pulled up the blankets.
“Tucking me in? Maybe I should call you Daddy.”
“Please don’t.” There was a hint of discomfort in his voice as he started to draw away.
I hooked a hand around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. “Bad joke?”
“Personal baggage,” he admitted as he settled on the edge of the bed next to my hip. “With Fynn, there were times I kind of felt like I was playing the daddy. Not that we were into that kink, but…he relied a little too much on me to meet all his needs, regardless of how I was feeling.”
I smoothed a thumb over his beard, petting him gently. “I know a little something about that.”
He grimaced. “Of course, you do. Here you are, a real-life father, and I’m complaining about my ex. It doesn’t compare.”
“It’s all relative,” I assured him. “Now I feel bad for letting you take such good care of me tonight.”
Christian shook his head. “No, that’s different. I wanted to give you a much-deserved break. You work hard all the time. I see that, and believe me, you supported me plenty on those fake dates. You made me feel protected and cared for, even when our relationship was fake.”
“It was never fake,” I said quietly. “It was just…waiting for the right moment to be realized.”
Christian smiled. “I like that.”
“We’re partners now. I want to lean on you, but only if you lean on me when you need it. Think you’re up for that, even if it includes an anxious dad, a little girl, and a cock-blocking schedule?”
“Yeah. I can handle it.”
“Mm. You really can.” I sighed. “You should go before I drag you under these blankets and break all my own rules.”
Christian stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the Winter Fest.”
