Page 29 of Once Upon a Holiday Vacation
As I watched him laugh at something our table mates said, I was struck by a sudden realization. This felt different. Not just from our usual friendship, but from any relationship I’d ever had. There was a depth here, a connection that went beyond physical attraction or shared history.
“You okay?” Easton’s voice broke through my thoughts, his hand gently touching my arm.
I nodded, covering his hand with mine. “Yeah, I’m great. Just thinking about how lucky I am.” The look in his eyes told me he understood exactly what I meant.
After dinner, we made our way back to our cabin, a charged silence hanging between us. As soon as the door closed behind us, Easton turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. “West,” he begged, and that was all it took.
I pulled him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly. My hands ran paths up and down his back as he tangled his fingers in my hair. Our kisses grew more urgent, more passionate with each passing moment.
“Tell me what you need,” I said against his lips.
He pulled back slightly, cupping my face in his hands. “You. I need you.”
As we moved together, shedding layers and inhibitions, I marveled at how natural this felt. How right. With Easton, there was no need for pretense or performance. It was just us, two best friends discovering a new dimension to our relationship.
I traced my fingers along his jawline, reveling in the way his breath hitched at my touch. I’d never seen him like this. Even the night before, he’d held parts of himself back, unsure. But he was different tonight—uninhibited, passionate, completely open. His confidence was sexy as hell.
He arched into me, a soft moan escaping his lips as I trailed kisses down the side of his neck. “Please...”
I grinned against his skin, enjoying this newfound power. “Please what? Use your words.”
His fingers dug into my shoulders, urgent and needy. “Touch me, West. I need you to touch me.”
I pulled back slightly, drinking in the sight of him—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with desire. “Oh, I’m going to touch you,” I promised, my voice low. “But first, I want to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want, East.”
His breath came in short gasps, his pupils blown wide with desire. “I want your hands on me, in me. I want your mouth… everywhere. And then I want you to fill me with that perfect cock of yours and fuck me until I forget my own name.”
A loud groan tore from my throat. The raw honesty in his voice had my balls drawing up tight and my cock dripping like a leaky faucet. “Get on the bed. Now!”
Easton scrambled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he settled against the pillows. I took a moment to drink in the sight of him—all lean muscle and pale skin, his cock standing proud against his stomach.
“You’re incredible,” I drawled, crawling up the bed to hover over him.
I started slow, teasing him with light touches and butterfly kisses. My fingers traced the planes of his chest, circling his nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. When I finally lowered my mouth to one, sucking and nibbling gently, he arched off the bed with a gasp.
“Fuck!” he shouted, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I grinned against his skin, loving how responsive he was to my touch. “Easy, babe. We’ve got all night.”
I worked my way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips. When I reached his cock, already leaking pre-cum,I paused to look up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, his chest heaving. “Is this what you want?” I asked, my breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh.
He nodded frantically. “Yes, God yes.”
I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. The salty-sweet taste of him, the scent of his arousal, it was intoxicating. I worked him with lips and tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, teasing sucks.
His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more. I pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him. “Turn over for me, babe.”
Easton’s eyes widened, but he quickly complied, rolling onto his stomach. I took a moment to admire the view—the smooth expanse of his back, the gentle curve of his ass. I couldn’t resist placing a kiss at the base of his spine, feeling him shiver beneath my lips.
“Spread your legs for me,” I murmured, my hands gently guiding his thighs apart.
He complied eagerly, his breath coming in short pants of anticipation. I trailed kisses down his spine, pausing to nip gently at the sensitive skin where thigh met buttock. His whole body jerked at the sensation.
“West,” he whimpered, voice muffled by the pillow. “Please...”
I grinned, spreading his cheeks with my hands. “Please what?”
“Touch me,” he begged.
