Page 26 of Jingle Bell Flock
“Fuck, I missed you,” I said as he stroked himself in time with my thrusts, his fist flying, the sight making my thrusts turn erratic. We shifted slightly, him lifting his hips to meet me, the angle making it so that I hit his prostate dead-on.
“Right there, fuck!” he shouted, his whole body trembling.
I felt my own release building, my balls tightening, but I held off, wanting to drag this out.
“Come on, Harry. Let me have it,” I rasped, adding my grip to his dick and squeezing the base before pumping fast.
He shattered with a broken cry, his ass clamping down around me like a vice, as hot spurts of cum painted his chest and my hand.
The sight and sensation pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself deep, groaning as pulse after pulse of my cum filled his hole until it leaked out around my cock.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, my weight half on him, half on the mattress. Our breaths mingled as we came down. I stayedinside a bit longer, eventually softening and pulling out with a wet sound.
Harrison winced but smiled lazily, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, his skin damp with sweat. “That was …” He trailed off, seeming unable to find the words.
“Different?” I supplied.
He nodded, his fingers moving idly over my skin. “Back then, we never … I mean, it was always fast. Quiet. We were so afraid of getting caught that we barely talked during.” His eyes met mine. “This was … you were so …”
“Bossy?” I asked with a slight grin.
“Confident,” he replied, his smile soft. “Like you knew exactly what you wanted and what I needed.”
Something warm settled in my chest. I’d learned a lot in seventeen years—about my body, about what I liked, about how to make it good for both my partner and me. “Not too much then?”
“No.” He turned his head to look at me, his eyes soft and satisfied, and he kissed me quickly before pulling back again. “It was perfect.”
“Yeah. It was.”
Would I have liked it to last longer? Of course. But feeling him under me, his breath hot in my ear as he told me to fuck him harder? I’d lost all control.
We lay there in comfortable silence, neither of us in any hurry to move. Outside, I could hear the steady drip of melting snow, the world slowly returning to normal.
Except nothing felt normal anymore.
Everything had changed.
Eventually, Harrison said, “We should probably talk about what happens now.”
“We will,” I agreed. “But not yet. Not right now.”
“No?” He rolled onto his side and propped his head up, looking down at me.
I reached for him and pulled him down on top of me, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Right now, I just want to lie here with you. We can figure out the rest later.”
He relaxed against me, his body going pliant over mine. “All right.”
And that was the crazy thing. It was all right.
Everything felt good.
Like, for the first time in seventeen years, things really were going to be okay.
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