Merry Cherry Christmas - Keira Andrews Page 0,75

so dirty.”

Jeremy blinked, then smiled.” You like that idea?”

“You could say that.” He gripped Jeremy’s hips. “You make me want to lose control.”

Yes. “That’s what I want.” Jeremy wasn’t laughing now. “I know it’ll hurt, but I want you to be on top. Hold me down and fuck me.” His ass felt stretched wide sitting on Max’s cock. He was ready. He wanted this. “Then come on my ass.”

Fingers pulling Jeremy’s hair hard, Max drew him low for a rough kiss before lifting him off his cock, hands firm on Jeremy’s hips. His strength was such a turn-on, and Jeremy sighed with pleasure, spreading his legs eagerly as Max covered him with his weight.

Again, the blunt pressure of the head of Max’s cock felt big, the stretch burning. But Jeremy tilted his hips, clinging to his shoulders and urging him on. He was panting and sweat slicked his skin where Max’s big body met his with a powerful thrust. Jeremy was opened so far, his knees up almost in his armpits now, and the shove of Max’s cock into his ass had him trembling and flushed, every nerve ending on alert.

Max looked down at him, one hand caressing Jeremy’s face and hair. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Don’t stop.” His own voice sounded wrecked. It was too much, but also not enough. It was everything. “I can take it.”

And he did.

Max’s thrusts were long and powerful, their flesh smacking as he drove home steadily. Jeremy cried out, Max encouraging him to be loud. To be free. He was pinned by Max’s muscular body, taking every inch of his cock, his own shaft leaking against his belly.

“You’re so tight.” Max gasped. “I can’t hold out much longer.” He worked Jeremy’s aching cock as he fucked him powerfully, pinning him down.

Jeremy’s orgasm ripped from him, and he shouted as he painted his stomach, shaking under Max’s heavy, straining body. The pleasure burned white hot. He shivered with aftershocks when Max eased out slowly and sat back on his heels—then tore off the condom and finished with a few strokes.

Holding himself open with trembling hands, Jeremy watched Max come on his ass, feeling the wet smacks of jizz before Max dove down and licked with hot gasps, his tongue almost frantic as he cleaned around Jeremy’s tender hole.

Jeremy whimpered, the friction a bit too much, and Max slowed, moving up his body and easing his legs down, licking Jeremy’s load from his stomach, then holding him close and kissing his throat.

“I’m really not a virgin anymore.” Jeremy had the crazy thought that he might look different and laughed out loud. “That always felt like the final frontier or something.”

Max chuckled with a gust of warm breath. “I get it. Cherry no more.” He reached down and grazed Jeremy’s tender hole with his fingertips. “Final frontier, huh? To boldly go where no man has gone before?”

Jeremy shivered at the delicate, delicious touch. “Does that make you Captain Kirk?”

“Excuse you—I’m clearly Picard.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You fucked my brains out.”

Max laughed, nuzzling Jeremy’s cheek, his fingers just lightly pressing now against Jeremy’s hole. “I’ll forgive you,” Max murmured against his skin. “You’re amazing.”

“Am I?” Although Jeremy’s eyes were heavy, his mind snapped into gear. Max had certainly seemed to get off, but surely he’d been with guys with more experience. Jeremy probably could have done things better. Like when he’d—

“Baby.”

He opened his eyes to find Max above him, propped on one arm. “You’re amazing,” he repeated. “That was incredible. Stop second-guessing. I can hear you worrying.”

Jeremy had to laugh. “Guilty as charged. And that really was amazing.” He blinked drowsily. “Best pirate sex I could ask for.”

Chuckling, Max kissed his forehead with a simple press of lips. “Arrgh, matey. Glad I could shiver your timbers.”

“You definitely won’t have to walk the plank.” Jeremy was drifting off now.

Max yawned. “I feel like there’s a booty joke here somewhere.” He tugged one of the blankets over them, and Jeremy snuggled against him, smiling against Max’s sweaty chest.

“What’s wrong?” Jeremy paused in rolling the throw blankets.

Dressed again, Max stood by the table in the fairy lights’ soft glow. He stared at his phone, the screen going dark. He didn’t answer.

“Max?” Jeremy abandoned the blankets on the hearth, pushing to his feet and rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

“It’s nothing.” Max jammed his phone in his pocket and smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile. Jeremy definitely knew him well enough