Page 72 of The Christmas Accomplice

“Yeah. Of course, I would love… Yes. I would.”

Reece grinned and kissed him again. “Stay right here.”

He got off the bed and grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand drawer. In moments he’d rolled the condom over Welton, generously slicked the length, and slid a slippery finger into himself.

“Here, let me.”

Welton took the lube and applied some to his fingers. Still standing by the bed, Reece put a foot on the mattress, and Welton reached between his legs and leaned in to suck him again. Welton slowly ran the tip of his finger around Reece’s anus, pausing now and then to dip into him. He did this on each completed circuit, his long, thin index finger sliding deeper each time until, finally, he pumped steadily into Reece as he sucked him.

“God, Welton, you’re making me crazy. I need you inside me.”

A sense of emptiness followed Welton removing his finger, and Reece quickly lay on his back and lifted his legs. Welton moved between them, those long fingers gripping his ankles as he got into position. The rounded tip of his cock pressed against Reece’s entrance, and then he eased inside, slowly, opening him up, filling him.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Reece said through a moan, turning his head side to side and closing his eyes.

“You feel so good around me.”

Welton kissed Reece’s ankles as he pressed forward. When he was fully seated, he paused, leaning over Reece and kissing him tenderly. As they kissed, Welton slowly pulled back then pushed in again. Still kissing, he continued, steadily increasing speed. With a final kiss, Welton straightened up again, took hold of Reece’s ankles, and thrust into him harder and faster. Reece gripped the sheet beneath, mouth open and eyes closed as Welton pounded into him.

Just when Reece was approaching the edge of climax, Welton slowed to a stop. He leaned down for a kiss as he pulled out and then gently slapped Reece’s hip.

“Roll over. Let’s try a new position.”

Reece happily rolled on his stomach and got on all fours. This was his favorite position, and the only thing he disliked about it was he couldn’t see Welton’s face. He trembled as he felt Welton’s hand on his buttock, then gasped when he slid inside. This position allowed more direct strokes against his prostate, and Reece tightened his muscles around Welton’s length, smiling when he heard him groan.

“Getting close,” Welton said.

He didn’t want to interrupt the rhythm, but he had to see Welton’s face. Reece looked over his shoulder. “Can we switch back? I need to look at you.”

Without a word, Welton immediately withdrew, and Reece flipped over and raised his legs. Welton entered him again, thrusting fast, grip tight around his ankles as he stared into Reece’s eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Welton said.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me,” Reece said, reaching down to stroke himself. “I’m so close.”

“Me, too. Almost there.”

As Welton stared at him, beads of sweat ran down either side of his face. His thrusts increased then suddenly slowed. His eyes squeezed shut and mouth dropped open. With a final, hard thrust, he grunted and shuddered as he came. Reece watched him as he jerked himself to climax, body clenching around Welton still deep inside him.

With a quiet sigh and a soft kiss, Welton pulled out, and they cleaned each other up with towels from Reece’s nightstand. He tucked an arm around Welton and tugged him up close against his side, then pulled the covers over them.

“Merry Christmas,” Reece said, kissing him softly.

“Merry Christmas.” Welton stifled a yawn against Reece’s shoulder, then placed a hand on Reece’s heart, which was slowly settling back into its normal rhythm.

“This has been the best Christmas I’ve had in a very long time,” Reece said. “A very long time.”

“Me, too.”

The Christmas music played quietly in the living room, and Reece drifted off to sleep listening to Welton’s quiet, deep breathing.