Page 19 of A Surprise for the Holidays
Tearing his mouth from AJ’s, he asked, “You got lube in here?”
“Uh” —AJ’s eyes were adorably glazed, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen— “Yeah. Um. In the drawer behind you.”
Bailey rolled away, found the bottle in the drawer, then rolled back to face the older man. “Have you ever…” he started, and AJ nodded.
“A couple of times. With women,” he clarified, and Bailey was momentarily distracted by watching AJ stroking his own cock.
It was thick, he noted, and uncut just as he’d hoped. He wanted to bend down and suck it immediately, but he reminded himself to focus. “Right. Well, that’s not much different to doing it with a man, only you get bonus points if you can find my prostate.”
AJ’s eyes fluttered as he groaned, but Bailey was more interested in the thick, pearly bead of precum on the dark purple head of AJ’s dick.
Just one taste…
They both moaned as Bailey followed through on the temptation, having shuffled down the mattress to do so. He suckled at the tip for a little while, savouring his first taste, hoping this wouldn’t also be his last, then bobbed down the whole length, gagging a little as AJ thrust into the back of his throat.
AJ tapped his hip before he could get a good rhythm going. “Shift more this way,” he demanded. “And pass me the lube.”
With understanding dawning, Bailey complied readily, then went back to sucking on his prize while presenting his arse to his coach.
The first slippery touch over his hole was tentative, but Bailey was content to let the other man explore at his own pace. It didn’t take long for that finger to breach him, or for the next two to follow.
“Fuck, just look at you,” AJ’s voice was lower and gravellier than ever. “Taking my fingers like a pro.”
Bailey thanked every deity he could think of that he’d spent the past weeks riding every toy in his collection, thinking aboutthe man currently fingering his arse with reverence. It didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the burn and stretch of those three, thick, manly fingers, but he was sure the recent practice had made it easier for him to relax and open up for his coach.
He moaned around the cock in his mouth, thrusting back onto the digits that were driving him wild. Then AJ crooked his fingers and bliss thundered through his entire body.
A dark chuckle came from behind him. “Found it.”
“You-you’re a quick fucking study,” Bailey accused, wondering when he’d released AJ’s cock from his mouth. He breathed heavily, rocking back again, needing to feel that sensation once more. Just once.
“I’ve always picked things up easily,” AJ admitted, sounding far too coherent for Bailey’s liking.
“Please,” he begged, trying to encourage the man to fuck him with those fingers, “I need more.” He arched his back as the fingers moved again. “Yes. Just like that.”
“Shhh,” AJ urged, “I’ve got you, pet, but we don’t want to wake the kid, do we?”
Brain short-circuiting at the sweet endearment, Bailey took half a second to understand, then he shook his head. Waking the kid would be very bad. He loved her, but he didn’t want her to cockblock him. Not when this was likely his one and only chance to experience this with his crush.
“Think you’re ready for my cock?”
All Bailey wanted to do was scream a resounding ‘Yes!’, but he choked it back, whining his ascent instead. “Please. Please, AJ.” He whined again as the fingers slid out of his body, leaving him feeling bereft and empty, and then…AJ stilled. Bailey turned his head to look up the entire length of his sexy bear body to catch the worry on AJ’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have condoms.”
Bailey relaxed. “Oh. Well, I’m on PrEP, and my last physical came back negative for STIs, so…we don’t need them if you’re okay without them?”
“Fuck,” AJ muttered, his hand wrapping around the cock still in front of Bailey’s face. “You sure?”
It was endearing that he was so serious about this…but then Bailey realised that the older man had grown up in the 1990s.
Softly, he assured, “I’m sure. But if you’re not—” he yelped as AJ moved faster than his big body gave him credit for, tossing Bailey to his back on the mattress and then crawling over the top of him.
Bailey loved the feeling of being bracketed by a bigger frame. While he was vers, bottoming for a brawny older man was his favourite thing, and being face-to-face felt even more intimate.
AJ must have felt the same way, because he slowed down as he met Bailey’s hooded stare and smiled almost shyly. It was an unusual expression to see on his face, and it made Bailey’s heart flip-flop, especially when he paired it with a tentative, “Hi.”
“Hey,” Bailey smiled back, the strangest desire to cry almost overwhelming him. He had no idea whatthatwas about.
