Page 38 of One More Yule Log
Hell, just the idea of leisurely sounded amazing. Unbelievable.
They would work up to that. He wasn’t going to let Gray get away anytime soon. He wanted more dates, more nights, and more mornings.
Right now, he was focused on the dick in his mouth and the man underneath him.
He stroked Gray’s hips, feeling the sharp hip bones, then moved down to those fuzzy thighs. That heavy cock jerked for him, and he could count Gray’s pulse against his lips.
Soft humming fell down around him, urging him on. He opened wider and slid down the shaft, sucking nice and hard.
“More. God, more, please.” Gray danced for him, body sliding on the sheets. The man was beautifully vocal, telling him how amazing he felt at every step, how pretty he was like this.
Ben slid his hands under Gray’s ass and pulled him in deeper, adding his strength to Gray’s.
“Fuck! Soon, babe. I— What can I do to make you feel good?”
So generous.
His answer was to take Gray down to the root and pull hard, swallowing convulsively.
Gray cried out for him, the sound oddly musical but hoarse when he trailed off. Gray gave him everything, coming for him, the explosion so perfect that Ben struggled to swallow every drop.
Ben managed to clean Gray’s cock, but only just before Gray dragged him up for a wild kiss.
He wrapped his arms around Gray’s neck, straddling his lap so he could rub, get some friction. Gray grabbed Ben’s dick, stroking hard and fast, letting him feel the burn of it, making his balls draw up. He shuddered, his belly pulling in tight, his balls drawn up against the base of his cock. He had seconds maybe. Maybe less.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re pretty like this.” Gray’s words just made everything wilder, hotter.
“I need—” He needed hotter and bigger and more. Gray gave it to him, kissing his mouth like these were the only moments they had, as if Gray was still desperate as hell for him.
Two more strokes, up and down, and that was all he needed. Ben gritted his teeth, but a half shout escaped him anyway, and he came hard, his body shaking, seed pushing out over Gray’s hand.
“Oh, babe. That’s it. Look at you. Hell, yes.”
He dangled for half a breath before he slumped down against Gray. Now that was a fine good morning.
Gray petted him, stroking his back. “I like waking up this way.”
“God yes. It could be habit-forming.” Hell,Graywas habit-forming.
“Yep.” That was cheerful enough. “Do we bathe first or get coffee?”
“Start the shower, and I’ll run down and make us a cup?”
“You got it. Compromise.” Gray took another quick kiss, then headed for the bathroom. He did like to watch that ass move, and he hadn’t even known it until now.
He grabbed his robe and checked his phone while the coffee maker was doing its thing. The only emergencies were from work, and he found he just didn’t care.
They could wait until Monday.
He hummed as he headed back upstairs with two steaming cups. There was steam coming from the bathroom, too, and he could swear Gray was singing in French.
He chucked the robe and set the coffee on the little table he’d put there for glasses and forgotten watches.
Gray poked his head out of the shower door. “That you or a serial killer?”
“Totally a serial killer. Coffee?”
“Please. Man, your water heater rocks.” Gray took a sip of coffee before handing it back so he could set it safely out of the wet again.
