Cupcakes and Christmas - R.J. Scott Page 0,70

knew the right words to tell you—”

He cut off my words with a kiss, grabbing me and somehow hoisting me up the bed. We hadn’t even taken off our coats, two huge teddy bears rolling around, and the absurdity of it all hit me at the same time as he let out a frustrated groan and shoved me away to yank off his coat, scarf, hat, gloves, and I was right behind him, neither of us stopping until we were naked. We then met in the middle and crashed down on the mattress winded. Never let it be said that this was graceful sexiness, this was need and lust, and I was riding the wave as if I never wanted it to stop. There was clumsily bad coordination, legs twisting, hands not knowing where to go, bumping and laughing but there was none of the awkwardness that comes along with being with someone new.

I kissed every part I could reach. As we slid and rutted against each other, I knew that if we didn’t stop, then I’d lose it in seconds, so I eased myself out of his hold and sat up and away from him.

“What?” he asked and circled his cock with those long capable fingers.

“I need to get… ” I crawled off the bed and slid my way across the wooden floor to the bathroom, grabbing the entire bag of stuff and then sliding back in. Brody hadn’t moved, and I whimpered a little. He was so gorgeous, spread out and waiting for me. I clambered back on the bed and upended everything onto the quilt. Only then did I feel like I was more in control of all of this, and I crawled up his body, stopping to nibble and suck at each nipple, focusing on the sensitive skin until that moment Brody pushed up against my mouth, and then I let go, and it was his turn to whimper.

“Justin?”

“Shhhh.” I kissed up to his throat and then captured his lips in a heated kiss, a tangle of tongues that was getting us both hot. He twisted under me, released his trapped hand, and abruptly our cocks were together, slick and sexy, and I swear my eyes rolled back in my head. I pinned Brody down to stop him from moving, and we fought for that small part of control, and it was nearly too much again. I slowed everything down a little. “What do you want?”

“All of it,” he answered and gripped my ass, yanking me down and pressing hard there.

“We should have a conversation—”

“Now?”

“Yeah, about tests and—”

“Negative, I was tested after I found out about Marc.”

“Negative and versatile,” I said against his lips, and now it was his turn for his eyes to roll.

“In me. Now.”

I slid down his body, moved lower, nibbling at every piece of exposed skin, each hard plane and dip marking his hip where the skin was taut. Sucking gently, his cock inches from my lips, I slid my hand between his spread legs, caressed his balls, and then behind, and then forward, and each time I was nearer to where he wanted me to be but not close enough for his liking. He cursed at me, slapped around the bed until he found the lube, even snapped the lid so we could use it and passed me a condom. How he had the presence of mind meant I wasn’t doing my job properly. In a smooth move, I sucked at the head of his cock, and he dropped the lube and condoms and whimpered as he thrust up into my mouth, his muscles flexing as I licked and sucked and had him writhing under me.

“Justin, fuck,” Brody groaned and demanded, with a condom on and slick on my fingers, I took him back in my mouth, listening to one word on repeat “please… ” caught somewhere between begging and commanding. I slicked the way, pressed inside, and accompanied each small push of my finger with a roll of my tongue on his sensitive head, sucking him down then kissing my way back up and all the time he writhed and pleaded and warned me he was close.

I twisted and stroked, the movements slow until the exquisite pleasure-pain had to be his only points of focus as he grew more and more incoherent. I clicked and pushed, found his sweet spot, sliding my fingers out almost to the tips then pushing back in.

“Fucking do it!” Brody screamed but another twist and