Page 69 of Merry Cherry Christmas
“Yep. You’re in control for now. Go on.” Max grinned, rubbing Jeremy’s thighs soothingly. “Use me.”
A cock was way bigger than fingers.
Not that this was a surprise, but the reality of the heft of Max’s shaft—the weight and power of it, the thickness—filled Jeremy in a way that fingers, either his own or Max’s, couldn’t compare to. He’d imagined this, fantasized about it, wondered what it would be like.
The reality was so…much.
“That’s it. Slow and steady.” Max ran his hands over Jeremy’s chest and caressed his nipples.
Thighs flexing, Jeremy pushed at the head of Max’s cock. It stretched his rim, and he breathed deeply through the pain, inhaling the smoky pine scent of the fire with the hint of sweet syrup. He grunted, pushing himself open. On a gasp, he got the head fully inside him and slid down, almost unbearably full but loving it.
“You feel so good, baby.” Max stroked Jeremy’s spine with his fingers. “Okay?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot, but…yeah.” He leaned on Max’s broad chest. “What do you want me to do?”
“This portion of the program is your show. It’s all up to you. We can do anything you want.”
Jeremy’s breath hitched. “Anything?”
“Of course. Why?” Max’s cheeks dimpled. “You got some kinky shit you want to try? Let’s hear it.” He stroked Jeremy’s thighs and hips.
“I… I don’t know.” He really didn’t. Everything was stretch and sensation, and he could barely think while focusing on the fullness in his ass. “I want… I want to make sure you’re enjoying it.”
“You feel how hard my dick is inside you, right? Trust me. I’m enjoying it.” His brows met. “But you don’t need to want anything specific. No pressure.”
“Right.” Jeremy nodded. He was sitting still with Max like iron inside him, neither of them thrusting or pumping or moaning for the moment. They just…were. It suddenly felt more intense than when they were straining for orgasm. It was still. Peaceful.
The intimacy of it was almost too much. They stared at each other in the firelight, the cottage growing darker as the afternoon waned. The delicate fairy lights nearby made it all the more magical, like they were suspended in some fantasy world. Jeremy circled his hips tentatively, and they both groaned.
“That’s it,” Max said. “Try stuff out. Even if you think it’s too dirty. This is a no-judgment zone.”
For some reason, that made Jeremy think of their phone sex and Max’s tutorial on using the apps. “Okay.” He grinned. “You still haven’t told me the dirtiest thing you’ve ever thought of doing with a guy.”
Max laughed as he stroked Jeremy’s chest and tweaked his nipples, creating sparks. “It’s called felching. Have you heard of it?”
Jeremy paused in his slow, experimental circles. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so? My parents kept close tabs on the internet.”
“It’s when you come in a guy’s ass and then suck it out and swallow it. I mean, it doesn’t have to be with a guy. That’s just what I’ve fantasized about. Cum really gets me off.” He quickly added, “If you’re not into that, it’s okay.”
Jeremy rocked on Max’s cock slowly and pondered, the stretch and burn lessening. “Have you ever done it?”
“Nah. I’ve only fucked without condoms with one of my exes, and he wasn’t into it. I think most people find it gross.” He laughed, but it sounded tense.
“Oh.” Jeremy smoothed his hand over Max’s chest, rubbing a reassuring circle. “I don’t think you should feel bad about it. Sex is pretty gross in general, but somehow amazing too.”
“It is, isn’t it? Thanks, baby.” Max took Jeremy’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“Does it have to be inside? I still want to use condoms, but what if you came on my hole and licked it off?” Jeremy pondered it as he circled his hips in the other direction.
Max thrust upward. Hard. “Jesus, Cherry. You sound so innocent saying something so dirty.”
Jeremy blinked, then smiled.” You like that idea?”
“You could say that.” He gripped Jeremy’s hips. “You make me want to lose control.”
Yes. “That’s what I want.” Jeremy wasn’t laughing now. “I know it’ll hurt, but I want you to be on top. Hold me down and fuck me.” His ass felt stretched wide sitting on Max’s cock. He was ready. He wanted this. “Then come on my ass.”
Fingers pulling Jeremy’s hair hard, Max drew him low for a rough kiss before lifting him off his cock, hands firm on Jeremy’s hips. His strength was such a turn-on, and Jeremy sighed with pleasure, spreading his legs eagerly as Max covered him with his weight.
Again, the blunt pressure of the head of Max’s cock felt big, the stretch burning. But Jeremy tilted his hips, clinging to his shoulders and urging him on. He was panting and sweat slicked his skin where Max’s big body met his with a powerful thrust. Jeremy was opened so far, his knees up almost in his armpits now, and the shove of Max’s cock into his ass had him trembling and flushed, every nerve ending on alert.
