Page 35 of Daddy's Christmas Elf
“Something I should have done months ago.”
Eli gasped as Grey balled the photo up and threw it on the fire, where flames hissed and spat, and turned it into no more than a pile of ash.
“Wow, that was…”
“I needed to do it, I can see that now.”
Grey gazed down at him. In the softly lit room and with the fire, now fed and burning bright, casting a flickering glow across him, Grey looked wild, free and strong. His eyes bored into Eli’s, magnets drawing him to Grey, and Eli was powerless to resist their pull.
Eli stood. Stepping up to Grey, he met his irresistible gaze.
“What else do you need to do?”
Eli placed his hands on Grey’s chest. The beat of Grey’s heart, and the warmth of his skin through the shirt was an invisible cord binding them together.
In the warm, shadowy room it was just them, their troubles past and present locked outside in the cold where they belonged. Here and now there existed only Grey and him, one man who only wanted to hold and protect, the other wanting only to be held and cared for.
“This.”
Eli sighed as Grey cupped his face with his warm, steady hands. Grey’s gaze travelled over his face. Eli shivered. It was as though Grey were drinking in every part of him. Grey’s gaze settled on Eli’s lips and as he tilted his head, Eli mirrored him, closing his eyes as he gave himself up to the kiss he wanted more than life itself.
Their mouths melded together as Eli melted into Grey’s tall, strong body, his heart all but bursting into flame at the first electric, searing touch of tongues.
Grey slid his arms around Eli’s waist, pulling him in tight as he deepened the kiss. Wet, sloppy, their breaths coming in fast shallow gasps. Want, need, desire, lust, they were all there in the kiss that grew hotter and deeper with every beat of their hearts. Grey’s hands slipped to Eli’s backside and Eli gasped as he was tugged hard against Grey, their swollen cocks bumping and grinding as they rocked into each other in heated desperation.
A trembling groan, which in some still rational part of his brain Eli knew had been dragged from him, broke the kiss. Panting hard, their mouths wet and slack, Eli and Grey stared at each other. Grey, with a deep flush colouring his cheekbones, his lips bruised and swollen and his eyes dark and craving, he was wild and wanton, strong and masculine, and everything Eli not only wanted, but needed, in the deepest and most hidden part of himself. He hooked his fingers around the buckle of Grey’s belt, ready for everything that was to come next.
Their lips crashed together as fingers fumbled for buckles, belts, and buttons, all the time their mouths joined in a breathless, desperate kiss.
“What the fuck,” Grey growled as he broke loose, ripping aside Eli’s shirt, sending buttons pinging in all directions.
“Hey, I liked that shirt.” Eli laughed, but he was stopped by another deep, soaking kiss that sucked the words from his mouth. He liked the shirt, but he liked this way better.
Grey’s hands were everywhere. Hard, hot, commanding, pushing Eli’s jeans and underwear down to his ankles. Eli stumbled out of them, and kicked them aside. His eager, aching cock bounced against his belly, leaving a thin thread of pre-cum trailing from the slit on the engorged, bulbous head. His hand wound around his shaft as Grey discarded what was left of his own clothing.
Eli’s breath caught in his throat and his hand stilled.
Jesus…
Grey stood before him, his body gloriously naked.
Muscled but not muscle-bound, the V of his lower abs clear and defined and leading down to a cock that reared up, flushed and pulsing, from a thatch of dark blond pubic hair. Eli’s mouth watered and his stomach clenched hard as his already erratic heartbeat cranked up, knowing that here and now, whatever Grey’s history, this man washisand his alone.
Eli was bumped out of his reverie as Grey wrapped his hand around his wrist and eased him down onto the soft and silky rug in front of the fire.
“And here was me, thinking you were going to sweep me up in your arms and carry me up to bed.” Eli laughed, but he could feel and hear the tremor in his voice.
Grey’s eyes narrowed as he gently pushed Eli down on his back and straddled him.
“Are you a closet romantic, Eli? Hmm? Because I am. What could be more romantic than making love in front of a log fire?”
Making love…The words wound around Eli’s heart and hugged it close.
He’d never made love, only fucked and screwed, the thrill fun but fleeting. An ice-cold drink on a hot day, it slaked the thirst, forgotten as soon as it was finished with, until the thirst returned and it started all over again.
Eli shivered as Grey’s warm breath danced across his lips.
“I…oohhh,” he sighed as Grey brought his lips to his neck and peppered him with tiny, tickling kisses.
