Milo turned over, laying on his stomach, but that wouldn’t do. God, I loved staring at his beautiful bubble butt, but I wanted to feel him entirely. I wanted to take in all of him as he took me.
I rolled Milo onto his back, spreading his legs, and slid my dick into his lubed hole. As my head pressed into him, I squeezed a bit more lube onto my cock, making it easier.
Every thrust into Milo made him moan. I kept a steady pace, stroking his cock in rhythm with my motion. I held his gaze, taking in his every expression, the twitch of his body, the panting of his breathing.
I wanted to hold onto this forever, to fuck him all night, but Milo’s eyes rolled back, and I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to stop stroking him, to edge him longer, but I’d already made him wait once.
Putting in more effort, I pumped faster in and out of Milo, bringing myself closer, keeping a steady grip on Milo’s cock.
“I’m gonna…” Milo whimpered, body convulsing as I railed into him.
Milo came right as I did. While my load filled him up, his load sprayed between us. I collapsed on top of him, our skin sticky with sweat and cum. We panted in unison, and I lay there with all my weight on Milo until we both dozed off.
Thefollowing days, I planned for Christmas, decorating the penthouse because Ben begged and pleaded and bargained to be extra good for Santa Claus. Holidays were never my thing. Overrated, expensive, and tedious. But Ben and Milo enjoyed the cheer, so I rolled my eyes and trudged along to make our home a festive wonderland of horrors.
With Ben out of school for a break, I decided to take some time away from Cerberus. My guild work was lighter than most, since I never had much casework. Plus, the office remained a mourning ground, as many of the enchanters continued grieving Campbell’s loss. They all reported to duty with smiles on their faces, but beneath it, their thoughts carved away at me.
“Let’s go with this tree,” Ben said, dragging me through the field of fresh pine trees. “No, this one. That one. Wait. That one. No. Yes. No. That one.”
I huffed. Even Sheamus grumbled as he trudged alongside Ben, who walked up and down each row, picking over the same damn trees, indecisively choosing them based on which was greener or bigger or happier.
“None of these trees are happy.”
“Outta my head, rude.”
“Sorry about that,” I said. “Habit.”
Ben squeezed my hand tighter, then pointed to another tree. “This one’s happy. It’s smiling, see?”
He traced his small fingers along the pine needles at the curvature of some branches around the middle of the tree. His imagination amplified his thoughts, making the tree appear like a slight smiley face if one really stretched to see it that way. For a tiny child, an easy feat. Even the darker patches above helped add to the smiley image, appearing like oval eyes.
“What do you think?”
“I think—”
Sheamus barked, indicating Ben was speaking to him and seeking the dog’s opinion over mine.
“I like it, too.” Ben giggled.
Finally. I didn’t even care if the damn dog was placating Ben. All I cared about was asking an attendant to chop the tree down.
“We’re not taking it with us?” Ben asked, watching me pay extra for the company to deliver the tree.
Ben’s mind fluttered with memories of his daddy arguing with a previous Christmas tree, demanding it obey him as he struggled to tie the thing to the roof of his SUV. Ben had fond memories of watching his father fight with the tree. It usually led to him being exhausted by the time they got home and cuddling up to watch whatever holiday movies Ben picked.
“I don’t have anything to tie it down with,” I said. “Plus, my car’s not exactly built for it.”
“Oh.” Ben kicked his feet.
“It’ll give us more time to decorate,” I said, leading him to the car.
“Okay.” Ben sulked.
“Then we can watch a movie.” I opened the car door, letting him climb into his seat before I secured his seatbelt. “You can even pick them.”
“Christmas movies?”
I groaned. “Sure.”
