Page 30 of Once Upon a Holiday Vacation
I couldn’t resist teasing him just a bit longer. “But I am touching you,” I murmured, my breath hot against his skin. “Where exactly do you want me to touch you?”
He let out a frustrated groan, pushing his hips back towards me. “You know where,” he whined.
“Say it,” I urged, my thumbs tracing lazy circles on his inner thighs. “Let me hear those filthy words spill out of that perfect mouth.”
“Ah fuck!” he moaned, part frustration and part raw, animalistic need. “Touch me with your mouth. I want to feel your tongue inside my ass.”
Hearing those words coming out of my best friend’s mouth was like a bolt of lightning shooting straight through me. My hand shot down between my legs, gripping my cock tightly to keep from erupting too soon.
“God, what you do to me,” I croaked. When I’d gained better control of myself, I bent down, rewarding his honesty with a long, slow lick from his balls to his hole. The strangled cry that escaped him sent shivers down my spine. I dove in eagerly, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and teasing circles around his rim.
Easton was coming apart beneath me, his hips rocking back against my face as he gasped and moaned. I reveled in every sound, every twitch of his body. My hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as I worked him open with my tongue.
“I need more. Give me more,” he whimpered, his voice cracking.
I pulled back, admiring my handiwork. His hole was pink and glistening, clenching around nothing. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the small of his back. “So open and ready for me.”
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, coating my fingers generously. Slowly, I pressed one finger inside him, marveling at the tight heat. He hissed at the intrusion, his body tensing slightly.
“Relax, baby,” I soothed, my free hand stroking his lower back. “I’ve got you.”
Easton took a deep breath, his body gradually relaxing around my finger. I worked it in and out slowly, letting him adjust to the sensation. When I felt him start to push back against me, I added a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch him further.
“Oh god,” he moaned, his face buried in the pillow. “That feels so good.”
I curled my fingers, searching for that special spot inside him. When I found it, his whole body jerked, a strangled cry escaping his lips. “There it is,” I murmured, rubbing over his prostate in slow circles.
He was writhing beneath me now, fucking himself back on my fingers. “Please, West,” he begged. “I need you inside me.”
I could barely contain myself at Easton’s desperate plea. Seeing him like this—flushed, needy, begging for me—was almost more than I could handle.
“Shh, I’m right here,” I assured him, pressing a kiss to his lower back as I slowly withdrew my fingers. “Turn over for me, baby. I want to see your face.”
He rolled onto his back, his eyes dark with desire as they locked onto mine. I grabbed a condom, slid it down my length, and positioned myself between his legs, my heart pounding with anticipation. “You ready?” I asked softly, running my hands along his thighs.
He nodded eagerly. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
I lined myself up, pushing forward slowly. The tight heat of him enveloped me inch by inch, drawing a low moan from deep in my chest.
Easton’s eyes were squeezed shut, his chest heaving as he adjusted to the fullness. I held still, letting him set the pace. After a moment, his eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with an intensity that took my breath away.
“Move,” he whispered, his hips shifting slightly. “Please, West. I need you to move.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I started with slow, shallow thrusts, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. But there was only pleasure there, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp with each roll of my hips.
“More,” he demanded, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. “Harder.”
I picked up the pace, driving into him with more force. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and the sounds of our passion—skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered endearments.
I angled my hips, searching for that spot that would make him see stars. When I found it, he cried out, his back arching off the bed. “There!” he gasped. “Right there, don’t stop!”
I maintained the angle, pounding into him relentlessly. Easton was falling apart beneath me, his hands clawing at my back as he met me thrust for thrust. The sight of him—flushed and sweaty, lips parted in ecstasy—was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I panted, leaning down to capture his lips in a messy kiss. “So perfect.”
He whimpered against my mouth, his body trembling beneath me. I could feel the tension building in him, knew he was close. “Let go, baby,” I urged, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his cock. “Come for me.”
With a strangled cry, he came undone. His body clenched around me as he spilled over my hand and onto his stomach. The sight of him lost in ecstasy, combined with the pulsing pressure around my cock, sent me tumbling over the edge after him. I buried my face in his neck as I came, his name a reverent whisper on my lips.
