Christmas Tales - Brandon Witt Page 0,38

time. Shame washed through me again. “Sorry.”

“Can you come again later while I’m fucking you?”

There weren’t words for that. I nodded.

James didn’t wait. He engulfed my cock again, and within two bobs of his head, I cried out for a second time and began to shoot my load. I tried to pull out, but he dug his hands into either side of my ass and forced me deeper into his mouth. He didn’t release me until every drop of cum was swallowed and my cock began to soften.

He pulled back and looked up at me again and sighed. “Thank you for that.”

Thank me? Me?

He rose and kissed me, a short one this time. He began to unbutton his flannel shirt. “You still good to keep going? Some guys change their minds after they come.”

Changed their minds? With him? They needed to be shot. “Yes, I want to keep going. If you do.”

“Oh, I do.”

I couldn’t say what it was. It wasn’t just the words or the sound of his voice, or even the look of genuine lust in his eyes. I don’t even think it was the combo of the three. But whatever it was, I could feel the truth of it. James wanted me. I didn’t understand why, but I knew he did. And I knew it was different from how Philip and many others wanted me. It didn’t make me feel dirty or fetishized. I felt wanted. And even if it was just true for the next hour, it was enough. And it changed something in me. Gave me confidence with James I’d never felt with anyone before.

I reached out and took over unbuttoning his shirt. “Here, I want to do that.”

I took my time but didn’t belabor it either. I let myself enjoy every additional inch of his exposed body as I released the buttons, allowing my gaze and hands to explore. The tan skin, the thick pelt of salt-and-pepper hair that covered his bulging chest, shoulders, and arms. The firm belly. Not much smaller than mine, but not soft like mine.

And then I was thumbing the tip of his protruding erection from the waistband of his jeans, releasing the button and zipper of his fly, and pulling down his pants and underwear in one long, smooth motion. I didn’t even hesitate to wrap my hand around his massive, veiny cock, shove my face into his thick bush of pubes, and breathe in. Clean with a hint of male. Perfect.

* * *

Normally when I got fucked, I barely noticed the pleasure of it if I allowed any other position than doggy style. But James had me on the bed on my back, knees spread wide as he fucked me. He ran his hands over my pushed-up belly, then leaned down and kissed me. He was tall enough that he was able to keep fucking me as he wrapped an arm around the back of my neck and brought my head up and kissed me. Only a little faster than he had in the elevator, but deeper this time. His tongue filling my mouth in the perfect way to match how his cock filled my ass.

* * *

An hour later, I still lay in his arms, my head on his chest, running my fingers through the hair on his belly. Maybe it was silly to feel. Maybe because I was forty-five and sex with a near stranger was the reason, but whatever. I was happier than I’d ever been in my life. I knew the sensation would fade. That James would get up and leave soon. That this was a one-time gig.

I was okay with that. All of it.

I’d given up longing for a moment like this years and years ago.

James running his fingers through my hair nearly lulled me to sleep when his body flinched and he stiffened.

“What is it?” I angled my face, trying to see his. He was looking over at the bedside table.

“Did you film us?” There was a tone I’d not heard from him. Part shock, part anger. He sat up, causing me to fall awkwardly off his chest before I could readjust my balance. “I can’t believe you’d do that.”

“What? Why—” I managed to sit up in bed and noticed what he’d seen. My webcam was propped on top of a pile of books angled directly at the bed. Shit. “No. James, I didn’t. I wasn’t. I promise.”

Not listening to me, he reached across the bed and ripped the webcam off the