“Yes, shit yes, I’d love to fuck you.” I kissed him hard, frantically, and then pulled back just enough, releasing his hair, to begin working on his clothes. He did the same, our hands working at a fever pitch to shed our clothes. His cock bounced up and out of his briefs when I yanked them to his ankles. Long, lean, and with a beautiful fat head, my mouth watered. A droplet of precum fell from the slit, a gossamer strand that snapped when the drop hit the chilly floor. “Do you have condoms and lube?”
“Fuck,” he spat in frustration. I took his heavy balls in my hand, rolled them, and sucked on his neck. “Shit…this is so wrong. Why the hell do I want you so bad?!”
“It’s not wrong,” I huffed, giving him a shove. He bounced back on the bed, the saggy middle catching him. “It’s not wrong at all. It’s right. So damned right.”
I fell to my knees, ripped his boots and pants off, flung his briefs to the bed, then gobbled down his prick to the root. His ass came up off the thin mattress. I sighed around his length, with my nose nestled in dark curls that smelled of him, a musky, manly scent that made my balls tight.
“Holy hell,” he panted, pumping into my willing mouth a few times. I pulled off noisily, tongued the slit, then his glans, and rubbed a finger down along his perineum until I found his tight little hole. His breaths were short, ragged, and quick.
“I need my wallet,” I said, his cock resting on my bottom lip. Creamy precum oozed out of him steadily, coating my tender lips. I sat back, licking his cream off as I pawed for my pants. My gaze locked with his. He was a gorgeous sight, eyes hooded, hair rumpled, cock wet with my spit. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees,” I said as my hand found my stiff new jeans. I dumped the contents of my wallet out on the bed. Cash, business cards, and two packets of lube along with a pair of Trojans fell out. He moved like a flash, his forearms on the bed, his ass in the air, his hole pink and tempting beyond measure. “What a beautiful sight.”
I rubbed a hand over his furry buttocks and then bent down to bite one softly. He groaned loudly, his cock leaking on the covers to make a wet spot that tempted me to lick it off.
“Use three fingers. Go hard.”
I did as he asked, sliding three lubed fingers into his ass, working them in and out as he made the most delicious sounds I had ever heard. One hand resting on his lower back, the other plunging in and out of his hole, I licked and kissed his shoulders, his spine, his perfect little ass cheeks, all the while fingering him into a frenzy. He was a noisy bottom, yelping and squealing, riding my fingers like a prized bronco buster.
“I’m close. Get inside me. Fuck me hard. Do it! Fuck me now!”
He fisted his hands in the bedding, his cock dangling downward, the puddle under him bigger now, wetter. I booted up after easing my fingers out of him, patted his hole with my dick, and pushed into heaven. He was tight. So tight, so hot, so slick. Even with spending all that time working him open, his body was like a glove around my cock.
“More, more, give me more,” he growled, pressing back on his elbows to take me all in one sloppy, slick movement that found me seated fully, my balls resting against his. “Yes, yes, more.”
“Greedy,” I managed to say before I pulled out and drove back in. That was the only sensible word that fell out of me. Everything else was grunts, huffs, incomprehensible mumblings, and heated snarls as we rutted like animals. No sounds entered my ears save for the slap of sweaty skin, the growls of two men racing toward completion, and the squeaking of the foldout bed as it warred with the weight of the sofa. I grabbed his hip. He flung his head back, sweat flying from his sodden hair to my face. I reveled in it, licked at a drop on my lips, loving the salty tang of him as I jackhammered away.
“Pull my hair,” he shouted. I was happy to comply, taking a handful, twisting it tightly, and pulling back to expose his long, slender neck. He moaned in bliss, his eyes closing, as he pushed to hands and knees to ride out the final moment. “Harder, pull harder, fuck me harder! Harder!”
With a grunt, I picked up the pace, unable to stop now even if I had wanted to. I levered myself up, one knee to the bed, the other to the side, for a different angle and height. Hoping to find his prostate. The howl of pleasure that exploded out of him told me I’d hit the mark. Over and over I pumped until the world had narrowed down to only his body and mine. He convulsed, and he shot his load without a hand on his cock. As soon as his muscles contracted, I came undone, filling the condom as his channel milked me. It went on forever, pulse after pulse, until my legs buckled and I collapsed on his slick back. He bowed under me, his legs splaying out to the sides. I kissed along his neck and released his hair, dropping soft little kisses to his sweaty scalp where I’d been tugging so urgently.
“Amazing,” I panted, easing my cock out of him as I slid to the bed, my head dangling off the side, my toes touching the floor. I stared down at the floor, my entire being still humming from the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced. There was a cat toy, a magazine about beekeeping, and his discarded underwear lying beside the bed. “I think I’ve shifted planes…of existence.”
We lay there quietly, fighting for air, until I found the energy to lift my chest up from the bed to look over at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed, his hair a tangled mess that clung to the whiskers on his cheeks. The man was wrecked. And absolutely beautiful. I placed my hand on his chest, right over the patch of brown hair in the center, to feel his heart thumping away in his breast.
He opened his eyes, his head rolling to the right, his stormy gaze grabbing mine.
“What the hell did we just do?” he asked, his voice scratchy.
“We just had the most mind-blowing sexual encounter any men ever had at seven in the morning on Christmas Day.” He stared at me. I felt the first fissures of concern. “Youdidthink it was mind-blowing, right?”
Of course he thinks it was mind-blowing. You made him come without touching his dick. That’s some gold star extra chocolate milk at lunch as a reward for a job well done kind of work right there. Kudos for topping the hell out of him, Decker!
He sat up, scrubbed at his face, and exhaled through his nose. “It shouldn’t have happened. I’m a traitor to everything my sister ever believed in.”
And with that, he left the bed, got dressed, and stepped gingerly out the door. The calls of the critters for their morning meals now loud in my ears. I rolled to my back, blew out a breath that puffed my cheeks, and stared at the ceiling.
“Well crap,” I grumbled to myself. Wasn’t that a candy cane slap in the face?
* * *
The restof Christmas Day was a roller coaster. After the slap down from Acosta, I rubbed at the ache in my chest, got dressed, and joined him in doing chores. Talk about an unpleasant morning.
Not that I wanted to. I wanted to go back to my motel room, pack my damn bags, and go home. Maybe get drunk on eggnog and cry all night while watchingHome Alone. I mean, fuck, at least Kevin’s mom was worried about him being home alone. Sure, I was a little older than the child star of the flick on the outside. On the inside, I was a scared kid who was left by himself with a mean older sibling and a tyrannical nannyevery single Christmas.
Why did people have kids if they didn’t want to spend time with them? That was the question of the century. So while I did chores without a word from the man across the aisle, I planned out my departure. My ego wasn’t so big that I couldn’t admit defeat. Obviously, despite how his body reacted to mine, Acosta was not willing or able to admit that there was a hot, throbbing thang between us, and I did not mean our dicks. I was not a man to beat someone over the head. It was totally his call to not want to let me into his life. I was the enemy in his mind. Foolish notion to be sure, as I was only here to make his life easier. So, resigning myself to resigning, I was shocked when he came over to fetch me for assistance in giving Millicent her injection with a question.
“Are you going to shower here or go to the motel to shower before we go to church and have dinner?” he enquired while walking into the llama pen, several chickens scurrying this way and that as we entered. I nearly tripped over my pretty chore boots in surprise.
“I’m sorry. Did I miss something?” I glanced around after shutting the pen door, Millicent giving me an evil llama eye as she chewed on some fresh hay.
