Page 44 of Festive Fugitive
Cesar sighs and pulls me close. I’m like a kitten trying to get away from its owner’s tight embrace, but I can’t help being upset that another person is smearing my name in public.
“We could wait and take our revenge next Christmas,” Cesar says with a soft rasp. “Have someone seduce her husband, set fire to the house…”
I take a deep breath as I watch him, my heart beating faster. He’s always in my corner. “You know what? If I’m not dead or in prison by next year, maybe we fuckingshould. Because there’s just no justice in the world otherwise.”
He rolls on top of me and holds his weight with those freakishly strong arms as I take a sip of the mulled wine. “I will be all the justice you need. The world is cruel, people are petty, but you can count on me. Always.”
I try to put the glass away, and when I can’t reach the nightstand, he notices, of course, and helps me. I arch up to kiss his lips. Maybe I’m being love-bombed, but if so, then I’m doing it in return. I believe every word he says and they’re tastier than the wine.
“I can see a world like that. Just the two of us,” I whisper, shocked at how quickly he’s calmed me down. I didn’t even need to throw a lamp against the wall.
Cesar grins, kisses my lips, then places his palm on my chest before trailing it down my body. “That’s it. I like that I have this effect on you, lamb.”
I love when he calls me that. Like I no longer have the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I can trust someone else will herd me to safety. And there’s no one I want more with me in this fresh-smelling soft bedding than Cesar.
“It’s very easy for you to divert my attention.” I’m so reactive to him. I love him for his personality traits, but wow, his body is something else, and whenever he’s close, it feels as if his pheromones invade my brain until I can think of nothing but him naked.
“Pretty sure you’re in need of a distraction now,” Cesar tells me, lowering the fly of my pants. Despite his touch heading there, I didn’t quite expectthat, and I melt into the bed as anticipation comes to the surface like bubbles of air.
I bite my lip, watching him in awe. My beautiful beast rises off the bed, and I gasp when in one strong movehe drags me to the edge of the bed by the legs, and then slides off my pants. “Nothing would relax me more.” I’m pretty sure I know what he wants, but I’d go with whatever.
When Cesar kneels on the floor between my spread legs, my dick is already so hard it needs to be released as soon as possible, and I have to stop myself from reaching down to massage the bulge at the front of my underwear. The cotton’s already damp in one spot, and I smile, noticing Cesar sees it too.
“I see a part of you is very stiff. Could do with a relaxing massage,” he says, trailing his fingers along my inner thighs in a touch so featherlight, I can barely believe his hands are there.
When I do nothing to stop him, Cesar removes my underwear, then shuts his eyes and leans forward, cradling my cock in one hand as he flattens his tongue against its underside and licks me from base to tip. Electricity jolts up my body, making me arch up from the mattress, but he doesn’t stop, and just as I’m about to reach the peak of my want, that wet, soft mouth opens up around my sensitive glans.
I let out a moan and give in to the ecstatic sensation. He’s so good to me. And really does take away all my worries. Cesar’s tongue is so attentive, and when I slide my hand into his short hair to pet him, he lets out a happy murmur that resonates all the way up my dick.
“So good, Cesar, so good…”
He doesn’t bother saying anything back, just slides his arms around each of my bare thighs, as if he needs to hold me in place, and swallows me—first halfway then whole. I’m in fucking heaven, and only his magical doppelganger fucking my ass at the same time could have made this better.
My fingers weave through his hair, and while I don’t intend to take the reins, he does react to the gentle touch, changing his pace and the angle at which he holds me in his mouth whenever I as much as twitch.
No one has ever been so attentive to my needs before, but while he’s setting a new standard, I know he’s right when he says I deserve this kind of care. My exes have taken me for granted, but not Cesar. Cesar sees me as this precious creature, and I want to let him.
He takes his time with me, making me forget any past boyfriends, or my stupid aunt, or the times I’ve killed. All trouble dissolves into nothingness.
“D-do you… want…?” I utter. I’m on the verge of orgasm, and it’s hard to communicate with this tension building inside me, but if he wants my body in any other way before I come, I’m giving him the chance.
I look down in time to see him pull up and speak with my damp cock pressed to his moving lips, as if he were praying at my altar. “No, I want to wait. Whet my appetite for later,” he says, his real eye a glinting light shining at me from behind the curtain of lashes. The artificial one seems dim in comparison, a pale echo of the real thing. I’m overcome by the need to let him do as he pleases and moan when he downs me again, sucking in a rhythm that has me twitching.
My balls tighten, I don’t control the volume of my moans, and I fall back into the silky sheets. When Cesar slides his fingers to one of my feet and caresses my toe, I lose it.
I tighten my fingers in his hair, and come with such surprising intensity, my body trembles. I shut my eyes but still see a reflection of Cesar at the back of my eyelid. He’s the man who pleasures me wanting nothing in return. I’vealways been anxious to give back, but he lets me relax and enjoy the ride.
I’m still panting and making little involuntary whimpers at each of his licks to my oversensitive cock. Never before him did I feel with a man that I could accept what was freely given, like I deserved it. But he is so devoted I can believe him. Believe thatIam enough.
As I come down from my high, he climbs my body, eventually stretching alongside me, lips pressed to my forehead. “That’s it, Lamb, relax. I’ve got you.”
I press my face against his neck to hide the tears gathering under my eyelids. He might be claiming he can’t love, that what he’s been through killed the feeling inside him, but I’ve never felt so appreciated and cared for.
Safety. Trust. Affection. Throw in a grenade of lust, and isn’t that love? How can he not see that he already gives me everything I could ever need?
It takes me a while to find my voice as I hug his sturdy chest. “You sure you want to wait?” I ask, nudging his cock through his jeans with my thigh. “My body is yours after all…”
Cesar’s eye flickers, but he pulls his hips away. “Dessert should always come last. But what about you? Can I make your evening any better right now?” he asks, rubbing his nose along my brow. “I know Christmas is a special time for you…”
