Page 10 of A Little Christmas: Star
Star shouted, that familiar cry, as his cum poured into my throat and I swallowed it as fast as I could. He tugged at my hair, but I didn’t mind, loving the pain, feeling fully awake for the first time in a while. As if it had been a long dream, just waiting for him to come back to me.
He sagged back, but still on the edge of the mattress, and I reached for the nightstand drawer, retrieving the unopened tube of lube I had put there at some point.
Past-self me had done a good thing because I did not want to go out to the store right now. While Star’s chest rose and fell rapidly, I coated my cock with a thick layer of lube then went to work on preparing him.
For this, I took my time. Watching his expressive face as I inserted one, two, three fingers. Tight but he’d take me. Every inch. He had before. But I replaced my fingers with my cock with care. Star shifted, widening his legs, lifting his hips, and then I was inside him. His body tight around me, I waited, wanting to be sure he was adjusting, but he whimpered, “Please,” and I could wait no longer.
Retreating, I drove in again, harder this time then again and again. It was like coming home, rejoining with him. As if we had never been apart.
I rolled onto my back, bringing him over me and into position to ride me.
His eyes lit up. “I love this!” Rising on his knees, he winked and sank, taking me deep inside. “You remembered.”
How could I forget? Reaching for his hips, I gripped them and helped keep him stable as he rose and fell. We’d done this before and I hoped we’d do it again, many, many times.
All too soon, I tightened my hold, stilling him while emptying my balls into him. He fell forward onto my chest and I hugged him tight.Mine.
Chapter Eight
Star
I woke to the click of an opening refrigerator door and the smell of dark-roasted coffee in the air. Scrubbing my hands over my face, I rolled over and pressed my nose to the space where Caelum had slept.
The night before had been nothing less than incredible. We fit together as we always had. Perfectly. He was so attentive and loving. Although we had only been back in each other’s company for less than a day, it felt like he was making love to me instead of the few short-term romances I’d had in the last few years.
He wanted nothing from me. Only to please me—satisfy me—which he did over and over again.
I got up and took the liberty of having a shower. There were fresh towels stacked up in the bathroom, along with a new toothbrush.
My heart plummeted to my stomach. Did he have people over often? Was I one in a line of others he saw or dated or…
Before my thoughts ran away from me, I heard the door to the bathroom open and Caelum stood outside the glass shower doors with a smile. “I was hoping to come back in and wake you up myself.”
“I heard you in the kitchen and thought I’d grab a quick shower.”
“Of course. Take your time. Unless you want me to join you?” The gleam in his eyes made me forget everything else. I had to push those thoughts aside and trust my gut.
“I need a minute to myself, if that’s okay.”
He didn’t flinch. No hint of aggravation or anger. “No problem. Take your time.”
I did just that. Caelum had multiple showerheads and endless hot water. I stayed under the spray until my fingers pruned and I smelled like him from head to toe after using his shampoo and body wash.
Once out, I dressed in more of his clothes he laid out for me. Everything he offered was soft and warm.
“Good morning,” I said, walking into the kitchen. Caelum had upbeat music playing in the background and was setting the table for two.
“Good morning,” he said and opened his arms for me. How could I resist him? I couldn’t. I laid my head against his chest and soothed myself with the sound of his heartbeat. “I didn’t know what you’d like these days, so I made a few things.”
I turned, still in his hold, and saw French toast sticks and eggs in the shape of stars and mini pancakes. Had he gone shopping? Or did he keep them here just in case a little stopped by? He said there was no one else, but that didn’t mean that like me, he hadn’t been with people in the past. Maybe in the short term. “I love all those things. Thank you, Daddy.” I didn’t get to call someone the name often, but with Caelum, it came naturally.
“You’re very welcome. Coffee?”
I nodded and he brought me a cup and had me sit at the table. If we were a committed couple, I might ask for a bib or some cute plates and cups, but I had no idea if we were temporary or not.
Caelum watched with a soft smile as I mixed a lot of birthday-cake creamer into my coffee. I’d been judged and once ridiculed about my needs and preferences by those who claimed to be daddies, but Caelum was nothing like that. Maybe some time apart was what we needed to figure out who we were and what we needed out of life.
I hoped this wasn’t a one-night stand. If I’d missed Caelum before, after last night, being without him would be excruciating.
