Page 31 of A Candy Cane Christmas
“So much,” I groaned. “I want you to touch me. I don’t care where, I don’t care what you do, butpleasetouch me.”
I arched my back, trying to show off to him. Nipples, cock, I didn’t care. He could play with me all he wanted if he just fucking touched me. Theo moaned as my ass inadvertently pressed against his dick. He was hard too, his erection straining just as much as mine. I wiggled my butt until his cock slid between my cheeks as much as our pajama pants allowed it to.
“Fridge, Luci,” he panted, his lips crashing to mine, stealing any chance of me giving a witty reply. I rubbed my ass against his groin again, swallowing his moan with my mouth as a full-body shudder wrecked through him. I smiled against his lips as I felt his fingers digging into my stomach, pressing down on my hips just as he thrust up against my ass again.
I wasn’t completely sure he was aware of what he was doing, but I didn’t fucking care because the next moment he pushed my pajama pants and boxers down in one go. My cock slapped against my stomach, the cold air making me hiss, but the noise was swallowed by his tongue plunging into my mouth.
It was probably best if we stayed quiet because of… oh, fuck.
“What about Hazel?” I asked, the muscles in my abdomen clenching.
“Huh?” Theo looked out of it as he raised his head, his lips swollen, pupils blown. “I put the baby monitor back into her room. It’ll give us a fair warning if she wakes up.”
Smart guy.
I didn’t say that, though. Instead, I opted to reward him with another kiss.
Theo’s hands went back to torturing me, wandering up and down my torso again, but this time, he was upping the torture part, pulling up my sweater, exposing my chest. Still, he hadn’t even so much as grazed my cock or my nipples, but whenever hecame close, my cock jumped, and more and more precum pooled at the tip.
“You have no idea how hot you look spread out for me like this,” he whispered against my lips, thrusting his cock against my crack. “I never thought I’d get to see you like this. Never thought I’d get to touch you.”
I flinched as his nails grazed over my nipples, sending an electric shock straight through my cock, making it throb and jump.
“Do that again, please, Theo, I need…”
I needed to fucking come. Right now. I needed his hand on my cock, his nails grazing over my nipples, his mouth on mine… anything. More…
One hand twisted my right nipple, and I arched my back, ramming my head against his shoulder and my ass against his cock. My erection strained, the cold air making it feel even hotter. I needed him to touch it like yesterday. But right now would be fine, too.
“Please,” I whispered, thrusting my hips up in the air, my cock slapping against my belly, leaving a trail of precum. “Theo, p—” My words died on the tip of my tongue, a loud moan pushing past my lips as his hand finally, fuckingfinally, wrapped around my hard cock and gave it a firm stroke. My mind turned hazy, my hips pushing up, trying to fuck his hand, chasing the friction I so desperately needed.
Theo’s other hand kept stroking my chest, occasionally rolling my nipples between his fingers or pinching or lightly scratching them, sending one wave of pleasure after the other through me. I couldn’t believe he’d never done this before. Couldn’t believe he wasn’t a fucking expert at sexual torture the way he played me like a fiddle.
“Your cock in my hand feels so good,” Theo whispered so low I could barely make out his words over the blood rushing through my veins. “So different from mine. So hard while your skin is so soft. And every time I do this.” He flicked his wrist as he stroked up, his thumb dipping into my slit. “You throb in my hand.”
How was he still talking?
Arching my back, I rubbed back against him, my mouth searching for his. Heat pooled low in my gut, my muscles tightening with every stroke of his hand, every flick against my nipple.
And then he kissed me like there was no tomorrow, thrust against me in the same rhythm he used to stroke my cock, and just like that, I was gone.
I didn’t know if I kept my voice down. There was just a blinding light as the tension snapped, my cock throbbing one last time before I started spurting cum on my belly, my toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body.
Through it all, Theo kept stroking me, kept swallowing my moans, kept thrusting up against me, until I sagged against him, all my energy ebbing away with my orgasm.
Taking a couple of steadying breaths, I shifted forward until I slid off the couch and onto the floor.
“Luci,” Theo started, his voice strained, filled with need, but also a hint of worry. Because he had to be perfect and worry about me while turned on out of his damn mind.
Turning around, I grabbed the waistband of his pajamas, my eyes searching his. His cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot already visible right where his tip was.
“Can I blow you?”
Theo’s eyes widened, and he started coughing as if he hadn’t expected me to say that, but he nodded.
I had no patience left and swiftly pulled down his pants. Oh fuck. His cock was a work of art. If I were more into sculpting… no, not the time. I grabbed his erection, feeling the way his soft skin slid over the hardness beneath. Heat pooled in my belly again, my cock twitching tiredly as I flicked out my tongue and dipped the tip into his slit. Theo shouted, his back arching off the couch, hips punching up, shoving his cock into my mouth. For a moment, I gagged, but got myself under control quickly, setting up a steady rhythm while Theo’s hands cradled my head, his hips carefully matching my rhythm.
“Luci,” he moaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. This wouldn’t take long; I could hear it in his voice, could feel it in the way his cock seemed to grow even bigger in my mouth, in the way his movements got more frantic.
