Page 73 of Tinsel & Tools
He exhaled, the breath shaking out of him, then he leaned in and whispered, “Then kiss me.”
I did. Right there at the railing with the rink spread out below and the tree behind us. His hand came up to the back of my neck, while mine reached around his waist, and I held him close without caring who saw.
“Think this counts as our big romantic climax?” he asked after we broke apart.
“Maybe, but I can think of another kind of climax I’d rather give you.”
Two mornings later, the light pushed through the blinds in my bedroom. Gavin rolled to his back as he lay on his side of the bed, the blanket slipping low enough to bare his chest. His eyes were half-lidded, his hair stuck out in every direction, and his mouth tugged into a slow grin.
“Merry Christmas.”
I leaned down and kissed him slowly. “Merry Christmas.”
His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me down until I was braced over him. The sheets bunched between us, but his hips shifted, his dick already hard against me.
He pushed my shirt up, his fingers dragging over my stomach before shoving my T-shirt higher. I pulled it off, tossed it aside, and bent to kiss his throat, his chest, his stomach. His breath hitched when I sucked lightly at his skin, and his hand clutched at my shoulder.
His boxers slid low, his cock flushed and thick. As I wrapped my hand around him and stroked, my mouth watered with want. The thought came before I had time to stop it, and I froze, staring down at him. We hadn’t bought gifts, but we didn’t need to; I had one in mind.
“I’ve never done this before.” My voice came out rough.
His eyes widened, his breath catching. “You don’t?—”
“I want to.”
I shifted lower, kissed the inside of his thigh first, then hovered over him. His hand twitched against the sheet like he didn’t know whether to stop me or pull me closer. I opened my mouth and took him in slowly, the weight of him heavy on my tongue.
“Fuck.” His hips jerked, and his hand tightened in my hair.
It was clumsy at first. My jaw felt tight until I found the right angle, but the sound of him unraveling pushed me to keep going. I worked him with my mouth and tongue, one hand bracing his hip, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. He moaned, every muscle in him taut under my grip.
“Cole,” his voice cracked. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna?—”
I didn’t stop. I pulled deeper, hollowing my cheeks, swallowing him down as far as I could take him. His thighs jerked, and then he broke.
Hot cum spilled across my tongue, and I swallowed around him as his body bowed off the mattress. He groaned, his chest heaving when I finally let him slip free.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and crawled up his body while his eyes stayed wide on me.
“You just—” His voice was shaking.
I kissed him hard, swallowing his words. “Yeah. Merry Christmas.”
His breath stuttered, but his cock was still half-hard against his stomach. He groaned when my hand brushed it, already twitching back to life.
I reached for a condom in the drawer, tore the wrapper, and rolled the latex on quickly. The lube was cold on my fingers before I worked one inside him until he was rocking down against my hand. His mouth fell open when I slid a second finger deep, stretching him until he was gasping.
“Come on,” he begged, his voice wrecked.
Lining the tip of my dick with his puckered rim, I pressed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully buried inside him. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and his hole clenched around me, hot and tight. I had to grit my teeth to keep control. His back arched as I set a rhythm, every thrust pulling a rough sound out of him. After a moment, his hand slid down, wrapping around himself and stroking fast to match me.
“Eyes on me,” I commanded as my hand tightened on his hip. His gaze snapped to mine, and the sight nearly finished me.
I drove deep a few more times before spilling into the condom with a groan I couldn’t hold back. My body sagged, and I buried my face in his neck, both of us still gasping. His chest heaved under mine, and his cock still hard between us, wet against my stomach.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroked him hard and fast until his hips bucked and he groaned his release. Spurts of cum painted his stomach as he shuddered under me, his breath tearing out in a rough gasp.
I kissed his jaw. “Best gift I ever got.”
