A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,69

him, his skin warm against Robin’s belly and chest, and their lips met in an unhurried kiss. Robin put his arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him closer still, bringing up his legs to wrap them around Dean’s waist.

“Gotcha,” he said with a smile, tightening his grip with his thighs.

“Now what are you going to do with me?” Dean said in that low, raw voice. He gave a leisurely roll of his hips, and his thick shaft slid against Robin’s erect cock.

“Want you,” Robin whispered.

“How do you want me?” Dean’s eyes were so dark.

“Want to feel you inside me.” Robin’s heart hammered, his breath quickening.

Dean knelt up, holding his dick steady as he brought the head into position, applying a little pressure. “Then that’s where I’ll be.” He reached under his throw.

Robin was too eager for what was coming to be amused that Dean had condoms and lube ready. He let out a low moan as Dean’s slick fingers penetrated him, only to gasp when Dean bent over to take Robin’s dick into his mouth.

Robin wanted to take things slow, but his body cried out for Dean’s touch, and he ached with need. Dean kept the pace steady, however, sliding his lips up and down Robin’s shaft, his fingers stroking in and out of Robin’s body. Each time Dean brushed the pad of a finger over his gland, Robin moaned, until white-hot desire pulsed through him, threatening to shatter him.

“Dean,” he pleaded.

Then everything shifted into a low gear, and Robin sighed as Dean’s gloved cock entered him from behind. Robin lay on his side, his neck cradled in the crook of Dean’s arm, Dean caressing his belly and thigh as he slowly moved in and out of his body, before holding Robin’s leg aloft. Each leisurely thrust was exquisite, and Robin grabbed his knee, pulling it toward his chest, giving Dean a free hand to work Robin’s shaft.

It wasn’t enough. Robin needed.

“Let me ride you.”

Dean pulled free of him in a second and rolled onto his back. Robin sat astride him, shuddering as Dean guided his cock back inside and then the pace changed.

Oh fuck.

It was nothing like his first time. Dean’s hands were on Robin’s hips, raising and lowering him onto that thick shaft. Robin rode him hard, their flesh slapping together each time he bounced on Dean’s cock, his own rigid dick smacking against Dean’s belly. Then Dean slowed almost to a halt as he pulled Robin down into a kiss, stroking his ass and back. Robin moaned into his kiss, his skin tingling, hypersensitive to every touch.

“Ready for more?” Dean whispered against his lips.

Robin’s response was to sit upright, his hands to Dean’s chest as he began to move once more, slowly at first, but quickly building momentum, until he was leaning back, his hands on Dean’s thighs, his breath shuddering out of him as he impaled himself on Dean’s shaft. Dean’s slick fingers worked his dick, and it wasn’t long before Robin shot hard, followed by Dean within a minute.

For the first time, Robin was aware of Dean’s throbbing dick inside him, and a ripple of joy coursed through him. I did that. Robin felt like he could conquer the world right then, and it was nothing to do with his own orgasm, and everything to do with giving Dean pleasure. The realization stilled both his breath and sent his heart soaring.

Is this what love feels like?

Dean’s phone burst into life, announcing the arrival of a text, and Robin wanted to yell Ignore it! He didn’t want anything to intrude on this precious moment. Dean didn’t reach for it, thank God, but instead tugged Robin lower, enfolding him in his arms, his dick still buried inside Robin’s body.

“You are amazing,” Dean said in an awed tone. Before Robin could ask what was so amazing, Dean took his mouth in a tender kiss, his hands gentle on Robin’s back as he stroked him.

Dean’s phone intruded again, only now it was ringing.

Dean sighed. “Some people’s timing leaves a lot to be desired.” He didn’t make a move, however.

It was too late. The bubble had burst.

Robin stretched, reaching for Dean’s phone and handing it to him. It was an odd feeling, straddling him, Dean’s cock still inside him, while Dean answered a phone call.

“Hey. Aren’t I seeing you later?” Then Dean stiffened. “You’re what? I mean … Oh. That’s great… How long?” He stared up at Robin in obvious panic. “You don’t think this is a little short notice?