Page 40 of The Holiday Boyfriend

He held my hand the entire ride home. Even if the drive was only a few minutes, I wondered what was going through his head, but never worked up the nerve to ask. My palms started to sweat from nerves, but he didn't seem to mind and kept his hand clasped in mine.

As soon as the door of our apartment closed, Jim was on me, caging me against the wall and greedily attacking my mouth until it was bruised from his kisses. We tore at each other's clothes until both of us were in our birthday suits and achingly hard with need.Fire burned behind Jim's eyes as he looked at me, causing me to burn until all the cold from the snow haddissipated.

I yelped when Jim slid his hands under my thighs and hoisted me up while maneuvering my legs around his waist. He held me tight, like I was a treasure that he'd found, and sprinted to his room to hide it.

My laughter rang out in his room as I flopped onto the bed, but it quickly turned into a deep moan as he went down on me. His tongue worked the head of my dick and his fingers worked in tandem to loosen me up to take him.

It didn't take long until I was crying and begging him to hurry up, but he didn't heed my words, taking his time until I was a writhing mess, unable to form coherent words.

Only then did he finally pull off and lube up his bare dick. He locked his eyes on mine, watching me as he slowly slid inside. I tried to move my hips, needing him to hurry the fuck up, but he held me down. He took his time, and an eternity later, he’d finally filled me to the brim.

We both let out contented sighs, and the tenderness in Jim's eyes almost had my heart bursting. He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me as his hips started at a slow, but sensual pace.

Sex was usually intense with him—like exploding fireworks—but this time, it didn't seem like Jim was in any kind of rush. Unlike me.

“Hurry,” I begged, wanting to reach the release that he'd been teasing me with for who knew how long, but he didn't listen to my pleas.

He captured my hands over my head and continued to take his time. His mouth sprinkled kisses to every piece of skin he could reach, like he was trying to shower my entire body with love.

The little nugget of hope bloomed inside my heart at his actions, drowning me even further in my desperation. I captured his mouth with mine and channeled all the pent-up emotions that I didn't dare voice aloud.

The entire act was full of tenderness, and even after we’d both reached our release, Jim still treated me like I was something precious. He guided me into the shower and helped me clean his cum from my ass.

After we washed up, he carefully dried me, tucked me in bed, and pulled me into his arms for the night. I drifted off to sleep feeling like I was floating at the top of the world.

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The rest of the week passed in a blur of endless work. Jim was busy at the farm taking care of the countless tourists that visited as well as helping with the yearly ice sculpture contest the farm hosted.

Meanwhile, I couldn't even catch my breath with how many taxi rides I was giving each day. The increased business was good for my wallet, but it took a toll on my body, especially my poor butt.

Even after a tiring day at the farm, Jim still had the energy to ravage me every night until my waist was aching and my ass sore. And having to sit all day long didn't help matters. Not that I was complaining. I enjoyed every second of being Jim’s feast.

Saturday morning, I expected to sleep in after a long, tiring week, but Jim woke me up by peppering my entire face with kisses. The sensation started in my dreams, and I thought that was all it was, but when it didn't go away, I slowly came to consciousness.

“What are you doing?” I asked. Laughing, I tried to push his face away, but his attacks didn't stop. Eventually, the kisses turned into a tickle battle that had me squirming and laughing until I couldn't catch my breath.

“Good! You're awake,” Jim said after plopping one last kiss on my cheek. “C'mon, we got plans today.”

I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was only seven in the morning. Jim usually got up early for work, but that didn't mean I was an early bird as well. Worms weren't my thing anyway.

“The sun isn’t even up yet,” I grumbled and tried to pull the blanket over my head.

“Oh, no you don't,” he said and pulled the only barrier between me and the start of the day off of me. I groaned my protest, which only had Jim pulling me up to my feet. “C'mon, I have a whole day planned for us. I promise you'll like it.”

“Does it have to be this early though?” I complained.

Jim pecked me on the nose, then pushed me into the bathroom. It was only then that I noticed Jim was already dressed in his “going out” jeans and a brand new dress shirt that I hadn't seen before, which meant he was serious.

“Breakfast will be ready in a minute,” Jim called before leaving me to wash up in the bathroom.

I scrambled to think what day it was and if there was anything special about it, because Jim cooked, and he only cooked on very rare occasions, like when I was sick or feeling down.

Usually I cooked, or he'd order takeout for us. Breakfast was ready when I entered the kitchen. Jim was wearing my apron as he plated the rest of the food.

“Okay, what's the special occasion?” I asked with suspicion. “Did you do something wrong?”

He placed the empty pan in the sink, then sat on his side of the table. “Can't I do something nice for my boyfriend?” he said in a teasing tone.

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