His Holiday Crush - Cari Z. Page 0,44

took him in as far as I could, to the base of his cock, and swallowed. Fuck.

“Fuck.” Max echoed my thought with a moan, his hands still on my head but not holding, just touching my hair, sliding down to my shoulders and back up. “God, that feels so good.”

The words were like a shot of whiskey in my belly. I felt warm with them, a little drunk on his appreciation. I worked him, licking and sucking and loving every second of it, until Max finally had to ask me to stop. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”

My ass clenched and my cock pulsed at the thought of him fucking me, breath hot against the back of my neck as he filled me up. “Let’s do that now.” I slid up onto the bed next to him and grabbed the lube, tipped it out onto my fingers, and began to stretch myself as fast as I could stand.

Max watched me for a second then asked, “Would you like it if I help?”

My jaw dropped. “You want to?”

“Yeah,” he said easily. “Some people don’t like having other people touch them like that, but I love doing it.” He grinned. “I can be much more precise with my fingers, for starters.”

“Um…okay. Sure.” It definitely wouldn’t hurt, as long as he didn’t go shoving in too many at once, and even if it did, I could take it as long as he enjoyed it. “Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” His voice was practically a purr as he settled onto his knees behind me. I heard him open the bottle and slick up his fingers, and I tensed in anticipation of the first push.

I got a gentle, teasing stroke instead. “I like to go slow,” Max said, rubbing the pad of one of his fingers around my rim, not making a move to press, just circling, circling. “It’s a kink you’re just gonna have to tolerate if we’re going to do this.”

“I think I can handle that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. It felt good, better than I thought it would. I was hypersensitive to his touch and hyperaware of every shift he made, outside or in, or whether he switched fingers. When he stroked his thumb firmly down my perineum to my aching balls, I grunted and clenched my fingers in the bedspread.

“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure what question he was asking, but a second later, he was grabbing my sack like he had last night, rolling it in his hand as his finger slid firmly into my ass.

“Fuuu—ugh,” I groaned, completely inarticulate, but what the fuck was I supposed to say when I was being played like a damn piano? His finger felt so good—there was no burn to the entry at all, none of the stinging that usually accompanied the act. I didn’t mind the sting, yet this felt good enough it should have been illegal.

After a few more seconds of gentle movement, he added a second finger, and the top of my head threatened to come off. I grabbed the base of my dick, not sure whether I wanted to tighten my grip and slow things down or start stroking and speed them up.

“Wait,” Max said soothingly, still fucking me with his fingers. “Just wait, you’ll love it.”

“I already do,” I whispered, and it came out a little broken. I’d barely moved—how could I feel this out of breath?

“I know, but give me a second.” He pressed down with his fingers and rubbed and—

I didn’t know what sound I made this time, but it had to be a good one, because he chuckled. “Yeah, I know, I like that, too.”

Liked it? He liked having his nerves fire pure pleasure up his spine? I didn’t like it. I was afraid I’d become addicted to it if he kept going. “Now,” I begged, arching my back and pushing into him, so close to falling apart that I could taste it. “Now, please, I need you.”

“I need you back,” he said, and that felt almost as good to me as his hand. He let go of me, but he was quick with the condom, and before I could take more than five slow breaths in an effort to calm myself, his cock was at my hole, pressing just enough to tease me. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, and then…oh my god, it was still slow, so slow, only now the stretch kept going and I could finally feel a bit of