Page 52 of Wanderer

Riley

Waking with Gareth’s lips around my cock on Christmas morning had to be the best sort of Christmas present I could ask for. I hardened further in his mouth as he bobbed up and down on the shaft, ran his tongue around the underside of the head, and took me deep into his throat, swallowing around me.

The suction, the warmth of his mouth, was perfect, taking me close to the edge in just a few minutes. He laid a hand on my stomach, pressing my hips into the mattress as I tried to pump them.

I sank my fingers into his hair and tugged on the strands as he pulled off until just the very tip was in his mouth. He looked up at me, a mischievous look in his brown eyes as he licked and sucked the head. I tried to push him down further, but he resisted and took a grip on my balls. “Oh, fuck!” I cursed as he massaged them and ran a finger down my taint to my hole. He circled it, grinning around my dick as I moaned. “Please!” I begged, wanting him to push inside me as he took me into his throat.

Pulling away and releasing me with a pop, Gareth reached for the lube and coated his finger before returning it to my entrance. With his other hand, he pumped me using his saliva and my precum to slick the movement. “More,” I gasped as the finger sank knuckle deep.

Gareth licked a line from my root to my tip as he pushed another finger inside me. The burn was exquisite, making me flex my fingers and toes and cry out.

Once again, he took me deep into his throat, tightening around me as he pumped his fingers. Between hitting my spot and the perfect suction, I was lost. I tipped over the edge, my hips jerking as I came, shouting his name.

He licked me clean and gently eased his fingers from my body. I lay there as he grinned at me and kissed my inner thigh tenderly. “Gimme a minute,” I rasped, hoarse from my shout. “And I’ll return the favor.”

I’d spent enough time with my mate to know what he liked, so once I recovered, I launched up and wrestled him back to the bed so he was face down on the pillows. Kissing the back of his neck, I worked my way down to the loose cotton pants he was wearing low on his slim hips.

Slowly, I eased his pants down, baring that peach of an ass to the cool morning air. Gareth shuddered, and goosebumps broke out over his skin. I ran my hands over the exposed skin, squeezed his cheeks, and spread them, showing me his hole. I leaned over and blew a breath over it, making Gareth whimper.

“Please,” he groaned as I laved my tongue from his nuts to his pucker. He cried out as I began to eat him out in earnest. I licked, sucked, and nibbled on his ass as if it were the tastiest treat I’d ever had.

Gareth wriggled, trying to get friction on his neglected cock, and I speared my tongue inside him.

Taking pity on him, I worked his cock and pulled it back so I could suck on the head and tease his rim with a finger. I swapped, licking around his hole as I stroked him, his length now trapped between his legs. He bucked, but stilled when I whispered, “Be good, baby. Stay still and I’ll take care of you.”

Leaving his cock for a moment, I pried his cheeks apart and blew again, loving the sounds he made. I returned to licking and sucking on his hole before I spat and worked the fluid in with a finger.

He was impossibly tight around me. Needing more to slick the way, I grabbed the lube and worked it and two more fingers inside him as I went back to sucking his brains out via his cock.

Gareth looked down at me, his teeth around a pillow as he tried to quiet his cries. He was shaking, his eyes full of pleasure as I sank my fingers deeper and twisted. He jerked as I hit his spot. I kept hitting it while stroking his cock. Feeling him about to hit his peak, I took him onto my tongue. “Let go, baby.”

Shuddering and groaning against a mouthful of pillow, Gareth unloaded. I swallowed him down and worked him through it. I stopped just before he became oversensitive and flopped down onto the bed next to him, drawing the comforter over us.

“Merry Christmas, Gareth.”

“Merry Christmas, Riley.” He turned and kissed me deeply.

Together, we lay in bed for a little while, just chatting about nothing and trading kisses, until my stomach interrupted the peaceful moment with a growl.

“Presents?” Gareth suggested.

“Sure,” I said, my voice cracking around my nerves. I got out of bed and got on one knee, fishing out the box I’d stashed under the bed. “Gareth, would you do me the honor of bonding with me today?”

He bolted upright so he could meet my eyes properly. “Yes! Absolutely, let’s do it now.”

I laughed, relief and joy at war inside me for top billing. “We’re hosting lunch, remember?” I checked the time. “In fact, we better hurry up and open presents and start the food, or we won’t be eating until late.”

Gareth pouted with twinkling eyes. “Do we have to?”

“Yes. We promised Fen—” Shit. It hurt to know that my friend was gone. He’d messaged late the night before to let me know he was okay, just that he needed a little time away. While I was grateful he’d done that, I was still furious at Tatsuya. Thankfully, he wasn’t coming to the gathering.

My mate got out of bed and wrapped me in his arms. “We still have your brother, Oscar, Keeley, True, and Dawn coming for lunch.”

“Right.” I pulled away and headed into the living room to the pretty little Christmas tree Gareth had insisted upon setting up. There were a few packages for him under there, all from me, since his parents hadn’t thought to send anything to him. As parents, they really sucked. I handed the gifts to Gareth in order from my place on the floor, leaving the best for last. The usual gifts: socks, aftershave, and shower items were opened and appreciated before I got to the main present.

“Here.” I handed it to him carefully. The contents were fragile.

Gareth was gentle as he unwrapped it, placing the discarded paper on the sofa beside him. His eyes met mine as soon as he unveiled the glass case, a single raven feather inside. Etched into the glass were the words, “I’ll always fly home to you.”