Page 15 of A Kickin' Karate Christmas
He took me down deeper, and I fought the urge to thrust up. The fight lasted until he moaned around my dick, the hum radiating through my body. I thrust up, and he let out a choking sound. When I stilled, he grabbed my ass and urged me to press up, to fuck into his face. I tried to keep my thrusts short and shallow, but he kept pushing me further. His eyes were watering, and he gagged again but somehow managed to take me deeper.
I was panting and moaning, falling apart as he worked me over.
“Going to—” I panted out.
He somehow went harder. I saw white as I bust down his throat. He sucked me through it, swallowing down as much as he could. When he pulled away, drool and cum leaked from hisswollen lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His pupils were blown wide with lust.
“You taste amazing,” he groaned.
“I wasn’t planning on—”
He cut me off with a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, salty and bitter. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my leg through his jeans. I didn’t want this to be over. Besides, I hadn’t gotten him off yet. I pushed at his shoulder, and he sat up. “Everything okay?”
“Your turn.”
He grinned and leaned back, and I took my time taking him apart and finally getting that taste I was so desperate for.
Mat didn’t leave until an hour before Emerson was due home from Becca’s the next day. We spent most of the night on the couch, watching bad movies and making out like teenagers. He got me off again in the shower before bed, and I returned the favor before we fell asleep. We exchanged blowjobs in the morning. There wasn’t any pressure to move further. For a moment, I’d wondered if it was me.
Then he looked at me in a certain way, and I knew that wasn’t the case.
When he left, the house seemed emptier. I began cleaning up from our time together, washing the coffee cups and dishes from that morning and erasing any traces that I had a visitor. Any traces except the belt he’d left in my bedroom when he’d left that morning.
I texted him a picture of it.
Mat
Guess I’ll just have to come back and get it another time
Jake
Was that your master plan?
He sent me back a purple devil emoji, neither confirming nor denying my accusation. I found that I didn’t care if this had been some master plan.
I wanted to see him again, to fall asleep and wake up with him again.
Too bad it would be at least two weeks before we could have any alone time together again. Who knew if he’d still be interested in two weeks? In my experience, people lost interest in the single dad when they realized that they’d never come first in my life. That role was always going to be reserved for Emerson. Mat seemed to understand it so far, but that would change. It always did.
Mat texted me later that night that he was thinking of me. He also sent a picture of him lying in bed with his shirt off. I wanted to trace his tattoos with my tongue. I responded with a picture of me in my own bed, stating that I wished he were there. The texts continued the whole next day, little updates about his day and questions about mine. I hadn’t looked at my phone this much in years.
When I got to the dojo, I noticed that he looked at me differently. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes. My mind flooded with memories of Saturday night, and all I wanted was a repeat. I began a mental countdown.
When we met at the end of class while Emerson worked on her routine in the other room, he reached over the desk and took my hand. “I missed you yesterday,” he whispered.
“I missed you, too.”
“Emerson goes to her mom’s every other weekend, right?”
“Yeah. So, her next weekend—”
“Is the weekend of the event,” I finished for him.
“Not what I was going to ask,” he teased. “I was going to ask if maybe you’d want to do something on Saturday? I’d ask you out for Friday, but we’ll be here.”
A date. He was asking me on a date. Two weeks in advance. I felt like a teenager again.
And then reality struck me. It was my last child free weekend before Christmas. I already had plans for that day. My stomach sunk through the floorboards. “I have to go Christmas shopping.”
