Page 58 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
Spencer drags my head up to his. “So fucking glad to hear that.”
The slow way he licks his jizz off my cheek with those half-lidded lust-filled eyes is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. “You can practice on me anytime you want,” he whispers sultrily in my ear before biting the lobe.
My dick is nearly exploding inside my pants, but this might be a good moment to find out more about him, when he’s so relaxed and satisfied.
I move back in my seat and ask, “Where are you from?”
“Oh, so we have reached that point.” He chuckles lightly.
“What point?”
“Where we exchange useless information we don’t really care about,” he explains, keeping a small smirk on his face.
“I do care. And are you always this difficult or only with me?” I cross my arms. Will he ever lower his walls? Or is this going to be a never-ending battle?
“Always,” he deadpans.
“I can’t even feel special.” I snort with displeasure.
“Look, my past is not pretty. Not like yours.” He gestures nervously while he talks.
“Who said mine is?” I turn to face him, annoyed by his suppositions.
He sends me a long, who-are-you-trying-to-fool look.
“Yeah, my family is loaded. But my mother is an alcoholic who prefers to get buzzed with her classy friends than spend time with her only son. She never cared about me. Pretty sure my father paid her to carry out the pregnancy. Not out of the goodness of his heart since he’s an egotistical, narcissistic, money-obsessed, ruthless, scheming dick.” I ball my fists against the anger building inside me as memories of my interactions with him assault me. My chest starts to heave as I continue, “I went to the best schools and am surrounded by the richest people, can have the best things money can buy. Are those things what’s important in life? My life, my future has already beendecided. It always has. Is that a pretty picture?” I finish, lowering my eyes to the nails sinking into my jeans.
I begin hyperventilating when Spencer covers one of my hands, lacing our fingers. “I’m sorry to have assumed.” His apology helps. But it’s the understanding I see in his eyes and the words he utters next that slowly calm my breathing.
“I certainly didn’t have what you did. I actually had nothing, not even a roof at one point.” He turns his gaze away. “I found a way out, and I’m not going to throw it away. This is my only chance at a good life.”
In the end, I vomited my life pains while he offered me a little peek at his. And it’s worse than I thought. “I feel like a sorry is needed, but I seem to remember you don’t like a daily dose of that.”
“Fuck no, nor pity.” He sniffs.
“Pity,”I repeat slowly. “I think you’re extraordinary, Spencer. I actually envy you.” I squeeze his fingers to emphasize my words.
“Envy me? Why?” He sounds really confused.
“I have no say in my life. I’m a damn puppet performing a never-ending show. While you are free to do whatever the hell you want. And you’re making the best of it.”
“That’s a bit too extreme.” A small smile curls his lips. “Can’t you talk to your father?” he asks.
I shake my head and let out a bitter laugh. “Not in this life.”
He leans toward me and kisses me. It’s languid and filled with unspoken words. Words both of us can’t deal with right now. After a minute or two, the kiss turns savage. Spencer isunbuttoning his shirt. “Take out that gigantic cock of yours, it’s frotting experimentation time.”
His words don’t even finish to register that I open my pants at light speed, so fast I almost got my very sensitive skin stuck in the zipper. Luckily, I avoid the self-maiming, and after I push my seat all the way back, Spencer straddles my lap. His jasmine scent envelops me as he opens a small bottle of lube—he got it from somewhere, fuck if I know—and pours it on our cocks.
Then he wraps both his hands around our dicks, and ecstasy flares all over my body from the exquisite friction. I slide my hands inside his briefs and grab his bare ass cheeks hard, unable to halt my growl of ecstasy.
Thoughts of the past and future disappear; only the now, only the man on my lap exists.
“Fuck, TJ,” he grunts, sucking on my neck, surely leaving a hickey. The image of his mark on me makes my balls draw up and my heart beat faster.
I’m in trouble. Can’t catch feelings for him. Not when there’s no place for him in my future.
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