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“I could come like this and die happy,” he says. “But you did get yourself squeaky clean for me, and I would really love to fuck you.” His hips circle at “fuck you” while he speaks against my mouth, and I have to break his hold so my dick is dangling in the air, touching nothing else. Hearing his desire for me, mixed with the smooth slide of his cock against mine almost ended this party too soon.
I look down at his swollen lips and shining eyes, cheeks flushed red from pleasure. “Your move, Santa.”
Chapter 20
Brody
I don’t know that I’ve ever slept with a guy who knows I’m a professional Santa. Getting hit on as Santa isn’t novel to me, but mixing together all the parts of me is. I’ve never wanted someone to know all of me the same way I want Austin to.
I wrap my leg around his and flip him so I’m on top. His eyes darken.
“I don’t get to be thrown around a lot. I’m into it.”
A growl comes from deep in my throat as I lean down to attack his mouth. “I throw you around. Only me.” I’m not normally a possessive guy, but something in Austin brings it out in me.
“Yes, sir,” he says breathlessly as he recovers from the assault of my lips. My mind is on keeping him breathless as I trail kisses from his mouth, down his neck. I nip at his collarbone, before moving across his chest to the other side. Austin’s hips arch up, searching for friction with my body. I’m keeping my cock out of range intentionally, and he whines when he doesn’t find the contact he’s looking for.
“Patience,” I murmur into his skin before biting one of his nipples. I lick the sting away. My cock is leaking all over, but that’s not important now. What’s important is lying underneath me, grinding himself against the trail of hair on my stomach. I love that I get to see him like this. I take even that limited contact away as I continue my path downward, licking the grooves of his abs as he clenches against the sensation of my tongue. Instead of continuing straight down to take his cock in my mouth, I lick the crease of his thighs, breathing in the smell of his soap and pure Austin. Delaying where we both want my mouth to be, I take one ball in my mouth, and then the other. Not able to wait any longer to feel the weight of him on my tongue, I finally give in, licking a stripe from his base to his tip before circling the head of his cock.
While my mouth is busy, I bring a finger and push gently on his hole. Even with the attention on his dick, I feel his muscles clench at the smallest of intrusions. I trust Austin to be honest with me about what he wants, but I know it’s been a long time, he may need some extra attention. Luckily, giving Austin attention has once again become one of my favorite pastimes.
I pull my mouth off his cock, and admire how it glistens with his pre-cum and my saliva against his abs. His eyes meet mine, and I keep my motions slow and deliberate. With a hand around the back of each thigh, I push his legs up and open, baring all of him to me.
“Hello there,” I say, taking in how his puckered hole is waiting for my attention. He wraps his hands behind his thighs, helping me to keep them up. “I’d like to eat your ass to start,” I say, gently brushing my fingers across his hole, to his balls, before giving his cock a gentle stroke, noticing it starting to soften with all the attention and exposure.
Austin’s eyes widen, and he nods.
“Use your words, please,” I say, my tone stern. I know we’ve never done this, I’m not sure if anyone else has had him this way either. Pleasure zings through me at knowing I might be the only one.
“Yes,” he breathes, his eyes showing his nervous anticipation.
“Would you like to lay like this? On your knees might be easier,” I offer.
“No, I... I want to see your face.”
I smile, feeling the same way. “Pass me a pillow please.” He does as I ask and helps me prop his hips up, putting it into place. I scoot further down the bed, bringing myself eye level with my goal. I circle his hole with my tongue before brushing over the area in soft and gentle strokes. He moans, “Oh fuck,” and I take his enjoyment as a green light to keep going.
I take my time, feeling him relax. The tip of my tongue breaches the ring of muscle, and he tightens, pushing me back out.
“Ugh, sorry. I’m trying to relax,” he mutters, adjusting the grip on his legs.
“You won’t hear me complain—I could spend hours between your legs.” I reach up to give his cock a gentle stroke, combining my touch with more attention to the outer ring. Again, I poke the tip of my tongue inside him, and this time, his body lets me in a bit further. I alternate between quick strokes across his hole and thrusting my tongue deeper inside him. His groans grow louder and more frequent the more he lets me in.
“More, I need more,” he says, his fingers scrambling for the bottle of lube I got out while he was in the shower and shoving it toward me.
“Topping from the bottom,” I tut, making sure my tone is teasing. Squeezing out a bit of the liquid, I warm it between my fingers before brushing across the puckered skin with one finger. I slowly push it in, pushing past the muscles trying to keep me out. In and out, slowly, until I’m down to the third knuckle. I sit up on my knees, so I can watch his whole body for reactions. My other hand around his cock, I keep my eyes on his face as I aim for?—
“Oh, fuck,” he shouts, his hips leaving the bed. “Fuck, it’s not nearly as good when I do it.”
“I’m definitely putting watching you play with your ass on my Christmas list,” I say, thrusting my finger against his prostate again. “Are you ready for another one?” I ask, wanting to check in at every stage.
“Yes, please, two more even.” His tone is desperate, sending a jolt of lust straight to my cock.
“One at a time, babe,” I say, before dribbling more lube on my hand and pushing a second finger in. I keep my grip loose on his cock, adding a stroke in every once in a while to keep him on his toes. Probably unnecessary with the prostate stimulation, but I’m nothing if not a giver.
“Forget the third one. Fuck me, please,” he says, his eyes closed and back straining.
“Uh-uh,” I say, scissoring my fingers to open him up even more while I drag my other hand up and down his stomach, lighting up his nerve endings. “We gotta do three first before I give you this fat cock.”
