Page 66 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Talk to me. I deserve an answer!”
“No, it isn’t fucking easy, and that’s precisely why we need to stop now before you leave me again, hurt and broken!” He gasps, and moves his hand over his mouth like he didn’t intend to utter those words, but they just slipped out. His glowering eyes turn glassy, and he resumes his angry walk, almost jogging now.
Damn it, I shouldn’t have gone away like that. I should have explained to him what was going on. But just like him, I’m not used to having someone I can confide in. It’s weird how a few weeks with him can change everything.
“Baby, it’s too late to stop. Can’t you see?” I try to soften my tone.
He shakes his head. “Oh, I can see perfectly.” We reach his apartment, and I follow him up the flight of stairs until he gets to his door. “I see all the reasons why this won’t work.”
“See the other ones then. The ones that make you want to continue.”
He opens the door and throws his jacket and bag on the floor.
“You mean the fucking.” He turns around and fixes his glare on my face.
“No!” I slam the door behind me. “I mean the way one minute you make me smile and the next burn for you. Your capacity tocalm me down by holding my hand. The way my stomach makes a somersault every time I see you. How your fingers searched for me in bed when I moved away. Also…”
He suddenly erases the distance between us and jumps on me, crushing his mouth over mine. It’s not a kiss but a retribution. It’s brutal and merciless, all teeth and ruthless fingers clawing at my back.Is he fighting against me or what I make him feel?
I realize that talking is a waste of time since he’s not willing to listen, so I have to show him.
He’s wrapped all around me, legs and arms. I grip his ass in one hand and hold his face with the other as I start to respond to his conquering tongue. I tilt his head to the left and take charge of the kiss, giving him long, slow licks and deep sucks. My lips and tongue growing hungry for his taste.
The all-consuming passion that hit us from the first moment our bodies touched in that shower explodes between us. He starts humping me, rubbing our cocks together as I walk us to his bedroom.
Spencer slides down my body and starts taking off his clothes as he tells me to strip. When he’s done, he moves to his bedside table to grab the lube and lies down on the bed. After pouring some on his fingers, he starts prepping himself right in front of me.
One finger goes in smoothly and another one joins soon after. “Come here. This will be your last lesson,” he dryly declares.
Like hell, it will.
He’s jerking his dick slowly, moaning as he adds a third finger and starts pumping them. I toss my cap and the rest of my clothes somewhere on the floor and join him on the bed.
I know he’s still fucking angry at me and that sex is his way of avoiding his deeper feelings for me, but my aching dick has taken control over me at the moment, turning me into a caveman. I need to fuck Spencer, to possess him, own him, to pour into him all my over-the-top desire and longing, filling him so full of me that he’ll never try to dump me again.
His cock is leaking profusely on his abdomen when I kneel between his open legs.
“No, sit,” he orders, pulling his fingers out as I push my back against the headboard. He straddles me, my hands fall on his hips as the light hair on his legs brushes against the sides of my thighs. I’m trembling all over with anticipation and desire. I try to kiss him, but he lifts his body up and grabs my cock from behind, brushing the head against his slicked, puckered hole.
I grunt, cock eagerly lurching. “Want to fuck you so damn much, never wanted anyone more in my life,” I confess, hoping my sincerity will reach him. He doesn’t smirk at me like I thought he would. He freezes, finally focusing his heated eyes on my face.
I delicately cup his face, and he lets me. “Hey, are you okay?”
“No.” His jaw ticks, his eyes lower. “Why can’t you just let this be a fuck?”
“Because this”—I imitate his previous gesture with my hand pointing between us—“it’s more.”
“Not enough.” Under his anger I can see how vulnerable and unsure he feels. I know he’s thinking about yesterday and theway I turned my back on him. He wouldn’t care if we were just a fleeting arrangement with an expiration date.
“You got it all wrong. My father is not good enough for you, baby. Meeting him… I was scared he’d drive you away from me. That seeing the wayI am with him would disgust you. I couldn’t let that happen. I can’t lose you. I won’t.” I try to infuse my resolution into every word.
“How do you keep doing that? Surprising me?” He blows out a breath and covers my hand on his cheek with his. “I’m fucked.” A small smile kicks up his lips as a lonely tear rolls down his face. The weight that has been pushing on my shoulders since I left him disappears.
“Not yet,” I joke, loving the sound of his low chuckle. I kiss him lightly, a gentle brush, and then lick the saltiness off his cheek.
“You have a monstrous cock, I should be nervous, but I’m not,” he states, making me snort a laugh.
“Monstrous?” I smile smugly because I’m proud of my size, but nobody ever called my dick that.
