Page 59 of Tinsel Time Treasure
He grinned. “Sounds like a plan. What ya thinking?”
“Hmm… I dunno. How about I grab some to-go menus from the kitchen and we decide?”
“Ok.”
I nodded and headed to the kitchen, where I had a handful of menus next to the fridge. I grabbed the stack and started back to the living room, but nearly bumped into Justin in the arch between the kitchen and dining area.
“Everything ok?” I asked, wondering why he hadn’t waited. Then I noticed something else. “Why’d you take off the garland?
Justin grinned at me, then pointed up to the missile toad.
I stared at it for a moment, then realization sunk in: he wanted me to kiss him.
My gaze fell to his lips; to the mustache and beard bordering them. I wondered how they would feel against me as I leaned in and brushed my mouth over his.
My entire body thrummed with need as soon as we touched.
He released a soft sigh, and I understood that he’d felt it too.
I set the menus on the counter, then wrapped my arms around Justin’s waist to pull him close. I dipped my head, and his face came up to meet mine as we kissed again—longer this time.
“Is this ok?” I murmured as we parted, feeling his breath ghost across my face.
“Mm-hmm…”
“May I kiss you again?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
One arm tightened around his waist while I lifted my other hand to rest on the back of his neck, tilting his head so that I could properly explore his mouth.
Justin’s lips were soft, but I was more interested in the way they parted under mine, inviting my tongue inside.
He slid his hands up my chest and linked his fingers around the back of my neck, holding me where he wanted me as he moaned into my mouth. Our tongues flirted and played between us, tasting and sliding against each other.
For a moment I thought I could have died happy right then, having tasted just the smallest part of this incredible man. Then he pressed his erection against me, and my cock surged with its own interest.
I growled into the kiss, and he shivered against me. However, I had to be sure we were on the same page.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“Take me to bed.”
I smiled. “I thought you were hungry,” I teased.
He grinned. “I am, but not for food.”
I groaned and ground my clothed cock against him, loving the needy sound he made in return.
I slid my hands down to squeeze Justin’s ass, making him moan as he pulled me into another kiss. Then I lifted him and carried him down the hall to my bedroom.
My cock strained in my pants, desperate to be inside him since I’d been given permission. The way he clung to me, grinding against my middle, told me he felt the same.
I turned on the bedroom light with my elbow and set Justin on the mattress, then immediately pressed him into it by climbing over him and claiming his lips with mine.
His hands were hot, leaving fiery trails of desire as he plunged them beneath my shirt and explored my skin.
I returned the favor, shifting to lean on one arm so that I could slide the other hand under his sweater and across his middle. His skin was soft under my fingers, and he arched against me when my thumb traced over one of his taut nipples.
