A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,57

feel it.”

Robin concentrated, clenching, and the groan that fell from Dean’s lips was the perfect reward. He did it again, and again, and the hunger in Dean’s kiss was intoxicating.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Dean sucked on his neck, and Robin shuddered. “You like it when I finger-fuck you?”

Robin’s only response was to roll his hips, wanting more.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Good, because school is in. Tonight’s lesson?” Dean pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. “Getting fucked doesn’t always have to involve a dick.” And before Robin could get a word past his lips, Dean kissed him, more forcefully than before, and Robin quickened his hand on his cock, tingling with anticipation. Dean pushed his fingers into Robin up to the knuckle, Robin tilting his hips to give him access.

“Dean,” he pleaded, his body trembling.

Dean nodded. “You’re so tight now. You’re close.” Then he took Robin’s mouth in a blistering kiss, and Robin worked his shaft, hips rocking as he tried to get Dean’s fingers deeper inside. Dean’s tongue plunged deep, and Robin moaned, on fire as Dean pushed him to the edge.

And then he fell, shooting so hard that he felt dizzy with it all, tremors coursing through him, leaving him weak in Dean’s arms. He had no clue where his load had landed, but it didn’t matter. His entire focus was on Dean’s fingers wedged in his ass and Dean’s mouth locked onto his.

Then Dean broke free, reaching into his sweats to fish out his cock. “Fuck, watching you, listening to you…” He gave three good tugs on his dick before a violent shudder rippled through him as he came on Robin’s thigh. Dean gasped out in short, staccato breaths, squeezing his shaft until at last he was done.

I did that. Robin’s chest swelled, and warmth trickled through him.

When Dean’s breathing grew more even, he kissed Robin tenderly, his hand gentle on Robin’s chest, moving in slow circles. “Love watching you come,” he murmured.

“I think I got that part,” Robin said with a smile. He rolled slightly, until his chest met Dean’s, and Dean enveloped him, arms tight around him as they kissed, Dean’s leg hooked over his.

Robin gazed into Dean’s flushed face. “Yeah, the movie wasn’t that hot anyway.”

Dean stared at him for a moment, before laughing, his whole body shaking with the force of it. “So next time… another movie?”

Robin grinned. “Better still, no movie at all. We cut to the chase.” He glanced toward the window and waved. “Hey there, Dean’s neighbors.”

Dean jerked his head to look, and groaned. “I swear, you mess with my head.”

Robin stroked his cheek. “That’s okay. You’ve been messing with mine ever since you walked into the boatyard.”

Only, he’d never seen this coming.

Right then, what he really wanted was to see where it was going.

Chapter Sixteen

Dean peered warily around the door to his living room, expecting carnage. It was the first time since the tree had gone up that he hadn’t shut Loki in the bathroom when he went to work. After watching the kitten the previous night, when the decorations had survived the evening unscathed, he figured it was safe enough to give it a go.

What he saw made him laugh out loud.

Lady sat near the tree, watching Loki. When the kitten approached it with his usual bouncing hop, she batted him away with a firm paw. Loki made another attempt, but met with the same reception, only this time Lady hissed at him with another well-aimed swipe of her paw.

It was enough to send Loki scurrying away.

Dean came into the room and walked over to where Lady sat, guarding the tree. He crouched and stroked her head. “Way to go, girl,” he said quietly. Lady pushed into his hand, purring. “Your other favorite human is coming over. More cuddles.”

Robin’s text that morning to say he’d visit after dinner had made Dean smile for the rest of the day. After his last visit, Dean had no clue what would come of the evening—until he glanced at the desk calendar sitting on the side table.

Damn. Is it December 12th already?

That meant Sunday would have to be the last meet-up with Diane and the gang before Christmas, because the following Sunday, Dean would be on his way home from NYC. He’d already bought the fixings for their gifts—the usual wine, chocolates, and other holiday goodies that they’d exchanged the past three years—but they required packaging, and he’d forgotten all about it. There was also the matter