Page 49 of Dragged Home for Christmas

And there’s my cue.

Sam’s breathing hitched as he closed the gap between them. “In case you missed it, we’ve reached number ten.”

“Uh-huh.” Mike focused on Sam’s hand as he stroked Mike’s chest. “So what’s your feeling?” He stared into Sam’s eyes. “Are we going to work out?”

Sam’s lips twitched. “Oh yeah. But right now we’re going tomakeout.”

Mike smiled. “I’m all for that.”

They lay together, their arms entwined around each other, their lips locked. Sam couldn’t get enough of Mike’s kisses, and with each intimate exchange the intensity of those kisses increased, until Sam was hard and wanting.

Judging by the moans tumbling from Mike’s lips, he wasn’t the only one. When Sam ended up lying on top of him, grinding against Mike’s crotch, both of them breathing hard, he knew he wanted more.

“I think it’s time I got to see what you’re hiding under these clothes,” he murmured against Mike’s lips.

Mike shivered. “Only if I get to see too.” He paused. “Before we go any further… I’m on PrEP, and my last test came back clear. Which is no surprise, because it’s been a while.”

Well, that answered Sam’s unspoken question.

He wants this as much as I do.

Sam smiled. “Ditto. I’ve been going through a dry spell myself. And now that we’ve gotten the important stuff out of the way…”

To his mind, there was nothing funnier than two men trying to scramble out of their clothing when they were in a hurry to get naked, but they managed it somehow without falling off the bed or banging their heads against theheadboard.

Mike tossed their garments onto the floor, sat on the corner of the bed, and pulled Sam to him, lifting him into his arms until Sam straddled his lap, feet planted on the mattress, his arms looped around Mike’s neck while he rocked, their dicks sliding together, the heat building between them.

“In case I forget to tell you later…” Sam nuzzled Mike’s neck and murmured, “You have one sexy bod.”

“You keep frotting like that and this is going to be over real quick.”

Sam was pretty close to the edge himself.

Mike flopped onto his back, his cock rising into the air, and Sam took a moment to admire the view. He smiled. “Gotta love a furry man.” Mike wasn’t abundantly hairy, in fact he was just right in Sam’s book. His dick was perfect too, not overly long, not too wide, and crying out to be sucked.

Sam was more than ready to oblige.

He went to work worshipping Mike’s shaft, losing himself in the smell, the taste, the feel of firm flesh between his lips, and the sounds pouring from Mike’s mouth as Sam enjoyed the experience to the full. He reached up to play with Mike’s nipples, and that was all it took for Mike to grab Sam’s head and start thrusting.

When his jaw began to ache, Sam pulled free and grinned.

“It’s your turn.”

Mike reached for Sam’s cock, but Sam shook his head. He got onto the bed on all fours, knees wide, ass tilted, twisting to gaze at Mike behind him.

Mike chuckled. “I get the hint.”

Sam writhed to feel Mike’s warm tongue on his pucker, his fingers curled around Sam’s dick, pulling on it ashe loosened Sam’s hole, getting him ready. And when Sam couldn’t take it any longer, he knelt up.

“I wanna ride it.”

Mike was on his back in a heartbeat, and Sam yanked open the nightstand drawer to grab the lube. He sat astride Mike, reaching back to swipe slick fingers along Mike’s cock from root to tip, then guided it to his hole. He moved slowly, impaling himself a little at a time, loving the groans Mike pushed out that mingled with his own, until at last Mike’s dick was buried to the hilt.

Mike’s hands were on his ass, stroking it with gentle fingers. “You feel amazing.”

“Ditto.” Sam shuddered. “Just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling.”

“Take as long as you want.” Mike’s eyes shone. “I’m enjoying it too.”

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