Page 16 of Jingle Bell Flock
The wrong one.
And I’d regretted it every day of my life since then.
I took a slow step toward him. “You really think that’s how this ends?”
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I just know I can’t keep feeling like this.”
“Okay,” I breathed out. “Let me give you what you need, even if it’s goodbye.”
He nodded once, the movement jerky and desperate, like any more words might undo him completely.
I leaned in and kissed him—gentle this time, tender, trying to pour everything I couldn’t say into the press of my lips against his. When I pulled back, I let my hands trail down his chest to the hem of his flannel.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmured. “Let me make this good.”
Jeremy scoffed, falling back on his gruff persona. "You don’t have to be so damn careful, Harrison. I’m not going to break.”
“I know you won’t,” I said, my fingers working the buttons of his shirt. “But let me … just let me …”
I didn’t know how to finish that sentence.Let me love yousat on my tongue, but I swallowed it back.
As I eased his clothes off, I kissed each inch of skin I uncovered. Jeremy stood rigid through it, but the goosebumps on his arms, the tremor that rolled through him when my hands skimmed his sides, told the truth.
I sank to my knees, looking up at him with reverence. I pressed a kiss to his hipbone, feeling the sharp intake of air above me.
Not enough, he’d said.Why wasn’t I enough?
I’d spend the rest of the night—maybe the rest of my damn life—trying to show him the answer.
I leaned in, flicking my tongue out to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. Jeremy’s hands fisted in my hair, a low groan escaping his lips. I took my time, exploring every inch until I finally wrapped my lips around him.
I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. His thighs trembled beneath my palms as I established a rhythm that was slow and worshipful. I took him to the back of my throat, swallowing around him.
His fingers tightened in my hair, then loosened, as if he didn’t want to hurt me. His eyes fluttered closed, his jaw going slack as a ragged “fuck” escaped his lips, followed by a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
When his hips began to stutter, I pulled away despite his desperate pleas.
“Not yet,” I whispered, rising to my feet and guiding him to the bed. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He followed without a word, sinking onto his back, his chest heaving, his cock flushed dark and wet.
The mattress creaked as I joined him, reaching toward the nightstand. The snap of the lube cap echoed in the silence. He spread his legs wider as I settled between them, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. I slicked my fingers andcircled his hole. When I slid in, his back arched off the bed, a full-body shiver running through him.
I worked him open slowly, watching his face for every reaction. When I curled my fingers just right, Jeremy’s entire body jolted, and his eyes flew open.
“There?” I whispered, and he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut again just before a strangled sound escaped his throat.
I pressed against that spot again, more deliberately this time, and his hips bucked involuntarily.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Yes, right there.”
I kept my touch where he wanted it, varying the pressure and rhythm until his cock leaked steadily against his stomach. When I leaned down to lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip while sliding a second finger inside him, Jeremy’s hand shot out to grip my shoulder, his fingernails digging into my skin.
“Harrison,” he rasped. “Please.”
I smiled against his hip, adding a third finger, scissoring them to stretch him further, making sure to keep messaging that spot that made him writhe beneath me.
I added more lube, my eyes never leaving Jeremy’s face, watching for any sign of discomfort. I saw only need and desperation.
