Page 21 of Our Bright Christmas Town
In retaliation, I pinned him back onto the bed, straddled his hips, and got my mouth on his throat. He went lax at the first drag of my teeth, a half-swallowed gasp escaping him.Oh.I kept one hand on his shoulder and reached down blindly with the other, fumbled his zip open with fingers that weren’t wholly steady. He was already hard, twitching into my touch. When I pressed my lips to his throat, his pulse was quick and eager.
I undressed him slowly, working my way down, from the dip of his collarbone to the line of his ribs and across his stomach.He shifted in tiny increments, hands carding through my hair—not to control the pace the way some guys had tried in vain, more like he was trying to ground himself or me, maybe both of us. His eyes were fixed on me, pupils blown to the size of twin moons.
“You know what’s funny?” I asked.
His questioning noise melted into a soft, breathy moan when I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.
I moved off with a wet pop, pushing my thumb against the base of his erection. He nearly came off the bed. “Everywhere else,” I told him, striving for a conversational tone even as my heart drummed in my throat, “you lead, and I follow. But not here.”
“That’s not true.” He sounded deliciously wrecked already, and I’d barely even started.
“It is.” I licked over his cock, then shot him a smile. “It’s okay—I don’t mind.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, expression oddly serious. “It isn’t, though. Without you, I’m just a bunch of ideas that don’t go anywhere. I suggest a hike, you pick where we go and what to pack. I say, ‘I’m bored,’ and you come up with something fun for us to do.” His face softened. “You stay here, and I move back to be with you.”
Jesus.
“Okay,” I managed. “You did it.”
He frowned. “Did what?”
“You asked for a chance to convince me. You did.” I shook my head, smiling around the bright, glittering space that filled my chest. “Took you hardly more than twenty-four hours. Guess I’m a bit of a pushover for you.”
He grasped my elbows. The room tilted when he rolled us over and draped himself on top of me, all warm, naked skin. “Guess you are,” he said with a grin. “One little nudge, and I’ve got you on your back. Ilikeit.”
I got both hands into his hair and kissed him—hard and deep, pressed one thigh up against the line of his cock until he was gasping into my mouth. I pulled back for a smile, embarrassingly short of breath. “Might be on my back, but I’m still setting the pace.”
“Control freak.” He sounded warm, fond.
“Problem?” I wrapped my arms around him, my hands mapping the curves and planes of his back, the swell of his arse. God, he was beautiful. And I no longer had to pretend I didn’t notice.
“No problem at all. Nothing I didn’t already know.” His breath stuttered when I cupped his arse and pulled him down. Our cocks aligned, slid together when he moved against me—a hint too dry butreal, perfect. Every sound he made sent sparks shooting up my spine.
He curved down for a kiss, and I opened for him, lost in the sweet gravity of this moment.Kieran. Pressed close, his bare skin gleaming in the low light. It was a fantasy that I’d mostly denied myself because it had felt like a dangerously slippery slope. Now I could drink my fill.
I grabbed his shoulders and flipped us over. He laughed a little as he landed on his back, eyes happy, everything about him bright and immediate. Another kiss, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip before he released it.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but…” I shaped the words against the curve of his jaw. “I believe I promised you an orgasm?”
“Ah, yes.” His nails dug into my back, voice a tad rough. “Though I’d like to think of it as the apex of a coordinated neuromuscular crescendo.”
Is that a line you’ve used with others?Didn’t matter—he hadn’t loved them. So I slid down his body, asking instead, “Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” I followed it up with a gentle bite to his hip bone.
He took a moment to answer, gaze heavy on me. “You act like that’s news.”
“Nope. But let’s see if I can make you shut up.” With that, I bent my head and licked a flickering stripe along the full length of his cock. He jolted, and I flattened his hips to the mattress before swallowing him all the way down. His breath stuttered on a broken moan.Yes.
I pulled off just long enough to study how his eyes had slammed shut, head thrown back and brow knitted—open, vulnerable. My silly heart wanted to hold onto that image, wanted him to forget about anyone else who’d ever touched him before. When he slit his lids open for a glittering look at me, I sank back down.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, a half-shaped sound. “Ash.”
“Not tonight,” I told him and dipped my head again. Like restoring a piece of furniture—I strove to learn its every curve and angle, to find its tiny nicks and bumps and imperfections. It was the same way I now catalogued each detail of him, every ragged exhalation and twitch of muscle, the warm musk of arousal. How he said my name when I flattened my tongue against the underside of his cock, how his voice cracked when I nudged a finger between his arse cheeks. I let out a low hum.I’ve got you.Soft rustle of sheets, the quiet room spinning around us, a universe inside my chest. My own arousal tugged at the edge of my vision like a feedback loop, fed by his pleasure.
His thighs tensed, at odds with his light hold on my hair. My beautiful, considerate boy. Mine. And God—hewas.
I raised my head and found him watching me, his intense focus tinged with the same kind of wonder I felt. “I love you,” he said, like a prayer and a promise. And I believed him.
My smile had been a decade coming—like the slow surge of a wave that swept me up. “I know,” I said.
