Page 55 of Make You Mine This Christmas
“This never happens in the movies.” I take the cuff links and set them on the dresser next to us.
“This is better than any movie, because it’s us.”
“That’s a good line,” I say, my heart swelling in my chest. “And I’m not at all being sarcastic.” My mouth goes to work on his neck while I open his pants. Much like mine before, his pants fall right to the ground. He steps out of them, taking my mouth and the rest of me with him. I pull Brody’s body tight against me, moaning at the feeling of his skin against mine. It’s only been days since I felt it, and only a few hours where I worried I’d never feel it again. But I hope I never take it for granted. Our tongues tangle as we fight for dominance, until I grip his hair, positioning his mouth how I want it. He allows me to take what I need from his kiss, all too happy to be swept along in my passion.
I realize we’re grinding our cocks together, and I will not allow Christmas orgasms to be ones where we finish in our underwear. I untangle myself from Brody and take a step back, admiring my handiwork. His hair askew, his lips swollen and face flushed. I want to take him apart.
“Get yourself ready for me,” I say, my voice deep and full of desire. His eyes widen, and his cock jerks underneath the cloth of his boxer briefs, telling me he’s into it. He nods.
“On the bed, then.” I jerk my chin to indicate where I want him. Stopping at the bedside table, he pulls out a bottle of lube and pushes down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He climbs on the bed, propping his head on a pillow. I keep myself at the foot and fight to keep my hands at my sides and not on my body.
Brody takes a deep breath and coats his finger in lube. Reaching down between his legs, he circles his hole before pushing the tip of his finger inside. His other hand grasps at his cock and gives it slow, loose strokes. He wipes at the moisture gathering at the tip and uses that to glide up and down. Little by little, he sinks his finger in, until he’s working it in and out of himself at a pace matching the strokes of his cock.
“God, what a sight you are, baby. Merry Christmas to me,” I say, squeezing hard at the bulge in the front of my underwear. “Tell me, how does it feel?”
“Feels good,” he says, his voice strained. “Not as good as your finger though.” Brody had asked for a little ass play at points when I sucked his dick, but I never gave him more than one.
“Try adding one more,” I say. “Then it might feel better than me.” He pulls his hand free to add a bit more lube, and then he’s back at his opening, pushing a second finger in.
“Take out your cock,” he says, my eyes locked on where his two fingers are disappearing. “I want to see it.”
I push my briefs to the ground and grab my cock firmly at the base, not giving in to the urge to stroke. “Like what you see? I know I do.”
He nods, another groan as his hand twitches. He must have just added another finger. “I can see you leaking from here.”
“I’m dying to put my mouth on you,” I say. “How would that feel right now?”
“Please, I need your mouth,” he groans. I climb onto the bed and crawl to where he is. The sight of his hole being stretched by three fingers is even better up close. But I don’t want to look anymore. I want to touch. I stop the motions of his hand on an out stroke and pull his fingers the rest of the way out and replace them with three of mine. His hips arch and I feel his muscles clench around us.
“You’re opening up so good for me,” I say, continuing to move my hand in time with his. I lean down and take him in my mouth, bobbing up and down for a few strokes before swirling my tongue around the angry red head. I move down to suck one of his balls in my mouth, our hands bumping against my chin.
“Austin, please, I’m ready,” he begs.
“Say it again.” Our hands pull completely out of his body this time.
“Please, can I have your cock?” His eyes are open wide, like he might break apart if I don’t fill him where he’s empty.
“However—whenever you want it.”
“I want to ride you,” he says, swallowing hard at whatever he’s picturing.
I catch up to his vision and scramble up next to his head, pressing a kiss to his lips. He pulls himself into a sitting position and kneels in front of me. Opening the bottle of lube, he pours some in his hand and slicks up my cock. I hiss at the contact, beyond ready to feel him with nothing between us. I just hope I can manage not to blow the moment I’m buried inside him.
Brody moves my hand to the base of my cock, and I hold it up for him as he straddles me. Using my shoulders as support, he lowers himself onto me.
“Nice and slow,” I say, knowing from this angle he’ll feel extra full.
Brody shakes his head and drops himself in one motion until he’s full of my cock. We both groan at the sudden change in sensation.
“You’re squeezing me so tight.”
“I was made to take your cock. You fill me so good.” His eyes open from being squeezed tight and lock with mine. “Ready?”
“Ready,” I say, and Brody starts a slow grind on my dick. His movements are small, but they send sparks up my spine. He starts riding me harder, pushing himself up and down my shaft, shifting so he gets the angle just right.
“Oh!” he cries. I grip his hips so we can repeat the motion, lighting him up from the inside. Our movement in the mirror across from the bed catches my eye then, and I watch as Brody moves up and down, taking all of me into his body. Only he and I, with nothing between.
“Baby, I wish you could see how good you look taking me.” I nod at the mirror. He twists to look over his shoulder. I see in the mirror his eyes are locked on where I disappear and reappear with his thrusts.
