Page 68 of Santa of the Creek
Echo is pulling double shifts to get a few days off over Christmas. I’m on call for the firehouse but so far it has been quiet today.
“I know,” I say, and wiggle again.
“I don’t have time for a fuck and a shower. How about a sixty-nine?” he suggests.
“That sounds perfect.” I sigh happily.
He wriggles, okay, more of a flop, off me and turns so we’re now on our sides, cock to mouth. I give the head of his dick a lick, and I love the way he moans. It makes my dick harder still.
I love how reactive Echo is to any form of touch. He says touch is his love language, but I wonder if he realizes how touch-starved he sometimes comes across. I’m happy to make up for that. I never want to take my hands off him.
He licks up my shaft, balls to tip.
It’s my turn to moan loudly. “Fuck!”
“Later, honey,” he mumbles against my thigh. “Now I’m going to suck your brains out, and you’re going to do the same to me.”
I can live with that. His beautiful dick is hard now and ready for my mouth. I suck lightly on the head, dipping my tongue in the slit.
He groans, hot breath on my thigh. “I can’t focus if you keep doing that.”
“Let me suck you off, then you can do me,” I suggest.
I don’t mind what order we come as long as I get to climax down his throat.
He grunts which I take to mean he agrees, and his little hip wiggle I guess means suck me down, big boy.
I smile. I’m still awed by the humor I find in having sex with a man I care for compared to a hookup with a random stranger.
“I need your mouth, honey,” he pleads, his hands in my hair, nudging me toward his dick again.
I hold one hip and lick and nibble along his shaft. He can focus enough to do the same for me. I swipe a drop of pre-cum from the slit and lick around the glans, then I take him inside and he lets out a moan around the head of my cock.
It becomes both of us working together, trying to push the other one to climax. My orgasm is there, my balls drawn uptight, ready to explode, but Echo thrusts his dick down my throat, knowing I can take it, and comes in salty spasms. I pull back and swallow around him, wanting to taste him, drawing out his orgasm, only for my body to take over, and I come too in his hot and greedy mouth, my cry around his softening dick. I collapse against his thigh, too sated to move for a moment, feeling grounded by his hands in my hair.
“I’m going to be so late,” Echo grumbles as he dresses in his work uniform of a Randy’s polo shirt and black jeans.
He stomps into his boots and stares around the room, collecting his wallet from the chest. “Where are my keys?”
We both search, but neither of us find his key ring with the bright green alligator.
“Randy is gonna kill me if I’m late. He’s supposed to pick up his granddaughter from Pre-K.”
“I’ll drive you to work,” I suggest.
“Then I can’t get home. But I can’t get home anyway if I can’t find my keys.” His shoulders slump, and he looks defeated.
I can’t have that. I reel him into my arms and kiss his cheek. “I’ll hunt for your keys while you’re at work. Call me when you’re almost done, and I’ll pick you up. Quit panicking. You’ll be five minutes late, tops.”
He sighs and leans on my shoulder. More grumbling. “I’m sorry.”
I rub his back. “It’s okay.”
I’ve swiftly learned Echo hates being late. He wants to be somewhere thirty minutes early. But so do I. We’ll be there fifteen minutes early. But I’ll give him a chance to moan and grumble, and then he’ll apologize when he gets there on time.
“I shouldn’t yell at you.” He pauses. “Well, I should. It’s your fault today, but I didn’t have to say yes.”
“You could have turned down a blowjob,” I agree.
