Page 35 of Wrecked for the Holidays

“You are such a good boy for me. So responsive. So sexy. So fucking hot.” I whispered the words into Jakob’s ear as I leaned back on the bed until he was lying on top of me as we stretched across its expanse. His body blanketed mine, skin already slick with sweat. His mouth melded into mine while we tasted and sipped each other. He tasted like honey but with the perfect dash of spice to cut the sweet.

Slowly, I rolled Jakob until we lay side by side, facing each other. He was so fucking cute. And when Jakob leaned forward and kissed my nose, I damn near swooned. “Who’s the Papa here?”

“You’re the Papa, Papa,” Jakob answered with a crooked grin, “but even a Papa needs kisses.”

“You’re right. And so do little boys who like to tease their Papa.” With Jakob so close, the temptation to touch him, hold him, feel him was overwhelming. My fingers traced down his cheek and across his lips. His sigh was soft and easy. I traveled past the pulse point on his neck and farther down his chest. I leaned forward to suck the quivering spot. I wanted to mark him as mine. His smooth skin felt like hot velvet against my lips.

“Think of the Queen. Think of the Queen.”

“I’m a little hurt you’re thinking about someone else when you’re in bed with me,” I said with a smile against his skin.

“I’m sorry. That was supposed to be in my head,” Jakob wailed.

“You never have to keep your thoughts in your head with me, Jakob. Never. And don’t apologize for them either,” I added. “You don’t need to think of her—God rest her soul—because you’ll be fucking me.”

With more strength than I thought I had, I pushed Jakob to his back and threw my leg over him to straddle his lap. His squeaked “Oh” made me quickly look down to ensure he was only startled, not scared. He stared back at me with wide eyes shining with wonder. There was nothing scared about the man lying under me. Nothing.

“Papa, you’re going to let me?” Jakob asked as his hands settled on my thighs.

My cock jutted in front of me and was rapidly leaving a pool of stickiness on Jakob’s stomach. When he delicately swiped his finger through it for a taste, any concerns still floating around my mind went out the window.

“What if I do it wrong and you don’t like it?”

“What ifyoudon’t like it? I know I will.”

My question floated in the air between us. His seemingly absentminded touch had my thighs quivering and shaky. I stretched across Jakob and grabbed some lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer. Jakob’s breathing became shallow when I was reseated across his hips. His dick was flushed a beautiful dark pink and his slit was beaded with precum that was too much to resist. I leaned down and slipped his mushroom head into my mouth. My tongue explored the ridged edge before sucking him farther down my throat. His moans and thrusts spurred me on.

“Papa, gotta…ask…” Jakob panted.

At his question, I immediately pulled off him and waited for him to continue.

“I don’t want anything separating us.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“I’m a virgin, so I’m fine. I’m guessing you are?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since my last test, and I’m on PrEP. If you give me a second or thirty to figure out how to walk again, I’ll hunt up my results in my email.”

“I trust you, Papa. You don’t need to show me, but…um…” Jakob took a steadying breath before he added, “I don’t want anything between us.”

My entire body stilled at his words. “Sweetheart, are you sure? Protection is a good thing.” I leaned down to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “Protecting you will always, always be my first priority.”

Jakob returned my kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Each stroke sent my blood thrumming through my veins. With a groan, Jakob reached up and clasped the back of my head to pull my mouth more firmly against his own. If Jakob wanted to feel all of us, he would damn sure get his way.

I blindly felt around the bed until I found the small bottle of lube. Asnickechoed in the quiet room as I opened the bottle and drizzled a stream onto my fingers. Jakob’s hands snaked up my stomach and his fingers threaded through my chest hair until he found my nipples. I threw back my head and groaned when he pinched and pulled at me. Each tweak caused a stab of desire and hardened my cock with every movement.

I reached behind me with slicked-up fingers to begin stretching. Based on the steady stream of precum leaking from Jakob, there was no way he’d last much longer. His cock had darkened from pink to an angry red. The velvety skin was stretched taut and shiny. I needed him inside me, and I needed it now. After a few thrusts, I added a second finger and scissored the two. Prep was minimal tonight. A little burn was worth it.

Jakob had stopped playing with my nipples and instead watched, awestruck, as I got myself ready for him. He fisted his cock and stroked in the same rhythm I was fucking myself. His pink lips formed a perfectOas he watched what I was doing on my knees above him.

My cock bounced and bobbed with each movement. A sticky strand of precum connected Jakob and myself. His eyes followed the stream until they homed in on my cock. With careful hands, he lightly traced my shaft from tip to base. When he encircled my aching dick, I knew there was no way in hell I’d last. Fuck prep.

I fisted Jakob’s cock after adding a drizzle of lube over it. Jakob’s arched back at the contact pulled forward a torrent of incoherent babbles, promises, and curses.

“Fuck, love, you are so beautiful like this.” Jakob rolled his eyes, but I saw his secret smile before he turned his head. “You ready?” Jakob’s response was a nod and a come-fuck-me grin.

There was no way I could keep holding off on the one thing we both wanted. I raised myself back up and carefully grasped Jakob’s leaking cock. I guided him to my aching hole and positioned myself to accept him. Carefully, I bore down and slowly lowered myself.

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