Page 68 of All in December
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, and I feel his breath fan across my lips.
“Do you want me to blow you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. I don’t even hesitate because I’ll always want more of him. Always.
He stands quickly and begins undressing, and I follow suit—my eyes tracing every inch of his gorgeous, toned body. I can’t help licking my lips as he pushes his underwear down, revealing a trail of dark hair that leads right to his hard, waiting cock.
Nash climbs back on top of me, fully naked now. The second his hand cradles my jaw, I melt into his touch, into the kiss that deepens between us. His tongue nudges at the seam of my mouth, and I open for him easily again. Then he shifts, rolling over me, his hips pressing down.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my lips, his hips continuing to grind slowly against mine. “So hard for me already.”
He bites down on my lip, and I whimper before he licks it and shoves his tongue back into my mouth. Him treating me like he can do anything to me is unbelievably hot, and I can’t get enough of it.
Nash’s hand slides under my ass, giving it a squeeze, and just the pressure of his palm has my hips thrusting for more of anything he’s willing to give me.
“Does your cock need attention, Cay?”
I nod. “Please.”
“Say it, baby.”
“Fuck, Nash… Please touch me. I need you.”
He leans in to kiss me again before he shifts lower. His mouth brushes over my jaw, then my throat, his breath hot against my skin. My chest arches when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and bites just enough to make me gasp.
When he reaches my stomach, he doesn’t go straight for my cock. He teases me—lips dragging across the inside of my thigh as he places open-mouthed kisses that make me twitch—before he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, then the other. By the time his mouth hovers over the head of my cock, I’m already shaking and squirming.
“You deserve to be adored,” he murmurs as he presses one single kiss to the tip of my cock. “You’re the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received.”
And then he sucks me into his mouth, and holy fuck, it’s everything. Hot and wet. Pressure and rhythm. The glide of his tongue flicks over my head before he takes me deeper, wrecking me with each suck and stroke. I can’t keep still. My hips twitch up, and his hand comes down to hold me there, and it only turns me on more.
The groan that rips out of me is embarrassingly loud, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when he’s got me falling apart like this.
“Give me a pillow,” Nash says, lifting his head just long enough to speak before taking me back into his mouth.
I grab the one next to me and hand it over, heart pounding. But the second he taps my hips for me to lift up, I hesitate with this gnawing awareness that I’m not ready for more. I hadn’t showered since this morning—Sam and I had spent the day together doing everything and nothing, and inviting Nash over was spontaneous. I’m not experienced enough with someone else to not feel self-conscious yet. Not when itcomes to this, and I know I need to say something or I won’t enjoy myself.
“Nash…” I say quietly, voice a little unsure. “I want to keep going. I really do. Just… not all the way tonight. At least, not unless I’ve had time to prep better. I’m sorry, I just?—”
He pulls off my cock slowly, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh like I hadn’t just interrupted him.
“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “Thank you for telling me.”
His eyes are looking up at me, but there's no disappointment in them. Just that same softness he always gives me as he brushes his knuckles down my hipbone.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Nash asks.
“Yeah,” I say, a little fast. “That’d help.”
He smiles, all understanding, and tugs my hand lightly. “Come on, then.”
We leave the bed, and somehow, the moment feels just as intimate—maybe even more—as we move into the bathroom. Nash fiddles with the temperature, pulls off his boxer briefs, and looks over his shoulder.
“One second,” Nash says, before turning back into the bedroom.
I step into the shower, and a moment later, Nash is there. He wastes no time reaching for the soap, lathering it in his hands before running them down my chest, my arms, my back. He drops his hand lower and gives me a questioning look as his hands start massaging my ass.
The trust I feel with him is unlike any level of trust I’ve experienced before, so I nod, giving him permission as he begins to rub his soapy fingers over my hole, massaging in circles. When he finally presses in with one finger, my body welcomes him easily, the slickness helping him slide right in.
