Page 18 of Coffee and Christmas Kisses
“I can think of something better to do.”
“Cole,” he said, half admonishment, half moan as I pressed kisses to his neck. “I promised you a year ago I’d teach you and we’re only just now getting around to it. I don’t want them to burn and ruin everything we’ve done.”
“How long do we have?”
He glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen timer. “Eight minutes.”
I hummed. “I can do a lot of damage in eight minutes.” Dropping my hands to his waist, I worked to unfasten his jeans.
With a groan, West pushed me away. “Let’s make a deal. We get the cookies out of the oven when they’re done and then I let you ravage me.”
“Right here in the kitchen?” I asked hopefully.
He gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “Not in front of the cookies, darling.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I know. Now, help me clean up.”
I did as he’d asked, helping to wash the dishes we’d dirtied while he cleaned up the counters and put away ingredients. Soonenough, the timer beeped, signaling that the cookies were ready. The second West had put them on the cooling rack, I sidled up behind him, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his neck again.
“Nowcan I ravage you?”
He groaned, dropping his head forward, and rocked his hips so his ass pressed against my groin. “Yes, please. But make it quick. We have less than an hour before we have to leave.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. With that, I kissed his neck once more and grabbed his ass. “Meet me in the bedroom.”
Laughing, we raced each other to West’s bedroom, and the moment we crossed the threshold, we turned to each other, kissing each other desperately. I stripped West of his clothes and shoved him onto the bed. As he scrambled onto the mattress, I took my own clothes off and joined him the second I was naked. We kissed and touched each other for several moments before I pulled West on top of me, straddling my hips.
He took the cue and reached out, grabbing the lube off his nightstand and coating my bare cock with it—we’d ditched the condoms a few months in. My breath hitched as he slicked me up, and the next thing I knew, West was lining us up and settling down onto me, my erection breaching his tight hole.
I gripped his hips hard and set the pace quickly, thrusting deep into him, causing him to moan and reach for his own leaking erection. He was so beautiful as he rode me, rocking back andforth as I thrust into him. The heat of his body around my length quickly drove me to the edge, and before I knew it, my cock was pulsing, releasing deep into his body.
A moment later, he followed behind, spilling over his hand and on my chest and stomach, the contractions of his hole around my cock dragging out the final remnants of my orgasm.
When he was spent, he pulled off and collapsed onto the bed next to me, groaning. We lay together, catching our breath, until I was composed enough to grab a spare shirt and unceremoniously clean us off. Once we were clean enough, we hurried to shower and change before heading to my mom’s house for Christmas Eve celebrations.
Once we’d arrived at my mom’s house, I knocked on the door twice before pushing the door open and calling out.
“It’s us.”
“Andy, they’re here,” Mom said by way of response, sounding delighted that we’d arrived. A moment later, once we’d stepped inside the house, she was wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tight. She turned to hug West and stopped when she saw he was carrying two tins, one in each hand. “Oh, now I thought we’d agreed that we weren’t doing gifts.”
“I made cookies,” I announced.
“Youmade cookies?”
I nodded proudly before pausing. “Well, West helped. A lot.”
“Still, it’s the thought that counts.”
As we gathered in the dining room to share our family meal, nerves started to overtake me, my stomach quivering. I shoved my hand in my pocket and toyed with the key on the chain I was hiding, my gift to West.
“Cole, you’re awfully quiet tonight,” Mom pointed out as we were finishing dinner.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“Yeah,” Andy agreed. “What’s with you?”
