Cupcakes and Christmas - R.J. Scott Page 0,54

of me, and only when his heavy weight was there did I relax and slow down with the kisses. He wasn’t stopping, and I wasn’t letting him. I gripped tight as he rested his weight on one arm and pushed his other hand into my pants, circling my cock and drawing a groan from me. Our tongues tangled, sliding against each other, not in desperation but in play. I could lay here all day and just kiss him, but my cock had entirely other ideas, and when he moved his hand just so, I let out a curse as the erotic touch sent sparks up my spine, and I groaned again.

“Is this okay?”

“More. Move.”

Only then did he begin to move his hand, and I scrambled to get contact with skin, but he was still in his jeans, wearing a belt, and I couldn’t get the right angle. He kissed my chin, then scooted down my body. I missed the weight of him, attempted to pull him back, and then pushed him lower when he kissed the V of my hips and my lower belly.

“You need to take off your jeans.” I sat up and rested on my elbows. “I want to see.” I’d never been this brazen before, not with any lover, never asked for what I wanted. He dipped his head shyly and then undid the button on his jeans and pushed them to his hips, leaving the cotton briefs, but I could see the outline of him and the damp spot, and I really wanted to see it all. “Take it out,” I pleaded, but maybe it came out more like an order because Brody scrambled to push his briefs down, and finally I got a real look. He was everything that was perfect, and the way he didn’t touch himself, just letting it stand there ready for me to touch, was more than I could take.

“Come here.” I want to taste you.

“I want to taste you first,” he said quickly and dipped his gaze again. “Can I?” He was so polite and there was no chance I was going to say no when he asked permission like that so perfectly.

“Fuck, yes,” I agreed, anything to ease the ache inside me that was begging for release. “Please,” I begged and groaned low in my throat as he didn’t hang around, licking and then sucking before swallowing me as far as his fist and increasing the pressure. I could see his hard cock, and I wanted to touch, but I wasn’t going to last with his talented tongue and the way he moved and the way he—

“Fuck!” I shouted as I was coming. I hadn’t even had time to warn him, the orgasm burst out of every cell of me in an instant, but he might have known, must have realized, and I ended up covering his hand in cum and wondering if I would ever be able to move again.

“My turn,” he said.

“Let me—” I began feebly and reached for him, but he shook his head frantically.

“I can’t,” he muttered. “Too quick… I… ” He fucked his hand with incredible concentration on his face, staring right at me, he finally closed his eyes and came into his hand, rearing up, his neck stretched, his lips parted. I’d never see anything so utterly sexy before.

Breathing hard he collapsed next to me, and wordlessly I passed him the towel I’d used to dry my hair after my shower all that time ago when I first came back to the room to hide.

“Thanks.” He waited until his breathing settled and then leaned up and over to kiss me again. I threaded my fingers in his soft hair and stared up at him. “That was… ”

“Yeah… ”

“We need to do that again. Maybe in the shower, maybe in a bed, I don’t care if it’s on the floor again.”

“All of those places. But right now, I can’t move.”

He reached up and yanked down pillows, giving two to me and propping up his head. The carpet was thick, and it smelled of warm floaty evenings and sex. Or was that just my wishful thinking?

“I’m sorry your flower shattered today.” For a brief moment, I wondered if this was a pity-fuck.

But really all he wanted to do was to talk about that. “Normally, people come in and mess with my stuff, making sure it’s camera ready, and I didn’t have anyone to do that, so I was going to fix it properly myself. I