Page 55 of The Christmas Mittens
“Shit, Anders,” I groaned, suddenly mad to reach the damn lube. With a reach that should have popped my arm from the socket, I found the drawer on the stand. Anders latched onto a nipple as he kneaded my buttocks as if they were balls of sourdough, his dick rubbing back and forth over my rim. “You sure you want to have me fuck you because…oh damn, that is feeling really good.”
“Yes, sure, I am sure. Sorry, I’m just…” He laved my chest then my shoulder, licking his way to my mouth while I fumbled around in a drawer in the dark with a fat cock prodding myasshole. Finding focus was tricky. “Mm, maybe we can take turns?”
“Turns, yes, God yes,” I huffed, fingers skimming a phone charger and some mints by the feels before locating a tube. Yanking it free, I grinned down at Anders and passed it over. He stared up at me with something powerful in his chocolate eyes. Something that said he needed me badly. “You first, babe.”
The lost light in his eyes faded, replaced with heat. “Kiss me, kiss me as you fill me.”
My elbow nearly buckled. Finding a condom took far longer than it should have. When had my skilled knitting fingers turned into fat sausage links? Finally, as Anders slithered a slickery hand between us—knowing where his slippery fingers were headed made me even more clumsy—I found a foil packet. Bracing myself, packet clenched between my teeth, I lowered my head to enjoy the sight of Anders fingering himself. The sounds he made…
“Okay, this is killing me,” I coughed out, the condom falling to his chest, but didn’t move for at least five minutes. My cock was leaking steadily onto his stomach. My gaze darted from his hand between his legs to his face, over and over, until I was lightheaded and about to bust a nut.
“Funny how a man who can create blankets over the course of months cannot wait for his lover’s ass,” Anders teased, biting down on his fat lower lip as he arched up to get more depth.
“My brain has lots of patience. My dick? Not so much,” I replied, catching his lip when it popped free, my shoulders aching. A sultry laugh burbled out of him as his fingers slid from his body. He carded his slick fingers into my hair. I didn’t care at all. My cock took over then, as eager as a racehorse at the gate, it throbbed with want. Hoping he was close to ready, I tore open the condom and rolled it down over me.
“Tell your dick my ass is ready for him,” he purred, his accent thickening as he got hotter and harder. He slung one long, heavy leg over my shoulder. I leaned back to give my arms a break and to gaze at his shiny hole. While I gawked, he slathered lube over my dick, so much that it dripped onto the dark line of thick curls leading to his prick.
“Jesus, what a sight you are,” I whispered, took my dick in hand, and touched his opening with my cockhead. He clenched, easing the tip in, his grip settling on my hips for the moment.
“Give me more. I need you,” he pleaded, damp curls stuck to his cheeks, simmering mocha eyes hooded. His wish was my command.
I eased into his heat inch by inch, my hands on either side of his pillow, the coverings wound around my foot. Easing my toes free, I let my brow fall to rest on his, sweat mingling, as I pushed in deeper. His mouth opened. A tiny gasp floated out. I breathed that sound in, took it into my lungs, and then pressed further into him.
“Okay?” I grunted and got a nod. His nails bit into my flesh, yet he tugged me closer and placed his other leg up by my ear. My balls rested on the crack of his ass. His channel tightened around me as he rubbed at the marks his nails had left.
“So okay, please now, love me.”
“I already do,” I confessed on a shaky exhalation. His eyes flared and softened.
“And I you,” he replied gently, his hands skimming up my sides to find purchase on my shoulders. His knees were nearly under his chin. I began to move, gaze locked with his, the fire making the room warmer than needed. Each time I rolled home, he moaned. Slowly, the pace built. We shuffled pillows around, some under him, our lovemaking moving torpidly as we learned what the other liked. Anders, I discovered, enjoyed being a pretzel.
I was sure that I could never lay on my back, knees to my chin, and take a dick like he was, but his long legs were incredibly limber.
“How do you even do this?” I asked between long, penetrating thrusts.
“I took yoga for some time. I have open hips and…” His breath stuttered as I pegged his prostate again. A wild, desperate fire ignited in his gaze. He grabbed my biceps tightly. “There. Ah, right there.”
I did it again and again and again. Sweat coated us. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. He said something in Östermonian that I didn’t understand but that was okay. Translations sometimes weren’t required. I knew what he needed. I drove into him harder, hitting that magical spot deep inside him over and over. I grabbed his cock, hard as a poker now, and gave him a rough stroke. His eyes closed, his muscles tensed, and he came all over himself and my hand.
“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” That was all I could say, all I could think, as he trembled and pulsed under me. The tension of his tight muscles squeezing my cock pulled me over the edge. I gasped at the tightening of my balls. Filling the condom left me speechless, unable to do anything other than shudder with pleasure as my cock kicked. Rubbery and raspy, I bowed down over him, his legs slipping down to catch in the crook of my elbows, and found his dry, pink lips. There we lay, for long, glorious moments, our bodies calming. My cock was soft now. I stole one final kiss before easing out of him. Anders melted into the bed, the pillows under his backside making his spine bend like a bridge. He seemed to be quite comfy in that position, so I fell to my face beside him, a tasseled throw pillow cradling my face, several down bed pillows falling down over my head and back. I left them there. I wasn’t sure I had the upper-body strength to lift them.
“That was fantastic,” I mumbled into a tassel. I had to spit some fibers free and even that took a ridiculous amount of energy. Forcing my head to roll to the other side, I peeked over the edge of a pillow to look at Anders’ profile. His eyes were closed still, dark lashes on flushed cheeks, curls plastered to his brow, his lips puffy from our hungry kisses. “You’refantastic.”
“You did all the work. I merely lay here like a limpet,” he replied, his voice thick and sleepy. A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth when I made a sound of disagreement that puffed over my sweaty arm. “Wewere fantastic then. Does that suit better?”
“Yeah, it does.” I reached out to place a hand on his chest. The dark swirls of hair stuck to my fingertips. His heart thudded steadily under my palm. “We’re really good together.”
“We are.” He searched what he could see of my face amid the plethora of pillows.
He shifted to his side, chest and belly sticky with his spent seed. “I know I’ve been a little distant since we arrived. I apologize for that.”
“No, hey.” I nudged a pillow aside to tuck a wayward curl behind his ear. “Everyone can see the tension between your father and you.”
“Shit, fishermen on the coast of Norway probably heard that explosion over dinner on Saturday.” He sighed. The lighthearted humor he was trying for not quite landing. I ran my fingers through his hair and rubbed his scalp. He purred like a cat for a moment and grew serious. “I’m thinking that there is no reason for me to live in this country anymore. I can’t even marry the person that I love here. I’m contemplating renouncing my title and applying for American citizenship.”
Covered with sweat and spunk wasn’t quite the appropriate way to be groomed for a bomb like that to drop on your head. Tobe honest, I’m not sure therewasa proper way to have a shell of that magnitude fall from the sky.
“Oh, Anders, that’s…that’s a monumental decision. I’m not saying not to,” I added when the flicker of hurt clouded his face. “I’m just saying that something that life altering should be given lots of thought, and not right after a showdown with your father. Maybe give it a few months, see if things calm down some with the king, and then try to extend another olive branch?”
