Once I had the chain around my neck and Vince holding me in his arms, I couldn’t wait any longer. The only other thing I had for him was in his lap. “Open your stocking, Daddy.”
He dumped the card and the bottle of lube out of the stocking and ripped open the card, pulling out the sheet of paper with my results. He read it over, looked at me, read it again, then tossed it.
For half a second, my entire world froze. Then he grabbed me and pushed me onto the floor. He mouthed over my throat, then moved back only long enough to open the lube and squirt some out into his hand. Then he was pressing thick digits between my cheeks. “Open up, baby…” His growly, deep voice sent shivers down my spine.
He was going to fuck me on the floor right there in front of the tree. And I was totally okay with that. I breathed deeply, willing my muscles to relax, spreading my legs, and when I opened my eyes, his fathomless gaze stared down at me.
This time, when he pressed inside me, it was completely different. I’d never gone without a condom before. Never been with anyone exclusively or even long enough to consider it. Vince was the exception to everything in my life.
And I couldn’t get enough of him.
Didn’t need a mistletoe, he leaned over and kissed me, hard with lips and teeth and tongue, and I gave everything right back.My mouth was full of his tongue, and my ass was full of his hard cock. His hand was wrapped around my length, squeezing and stroking. The lights on the tree above me twinkled. This couldn’t be any more perfect. “You’re going to have a hard time topping this Christmas, Daddy.”
“I’ll happily try, every fucking year.”
Then there was no breath left for words in my lungs. I gasped and tightened and came so hard, the Christmas lights were replaced with my starbursts.
Best Christmas ever.
We shared an amazing morning of opening presents and fucking—couldn’t decide which one I liked best. Not—it was the fucking. We had breakfast with rich coffee, warm cinnamon rolls, and crispy bacon.
As the morning rolled toward noon, a video call came through. Of course, it was Grant. This was actually the first Christmas we’d spent apart in many years. We were so close, we had many years away from our families, but we were still together. But not this year. He was at his parents’ house in Tennessee.
“How’d Santa treat you?” He smiled brightly, but I could tell there was a sadness in his eyes.
“You okay?”
“Phth…” He waved me off. “You know. I’m home.” He shrugged. I understood. Home wasn’t always the best place to be. “And well…” He frowned, looking serious, which was totally out of character for the goofball. “Kinda missing you. I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Fuck off.” He flipped the bird.
“Aww…I kinda miss you too.”
“No you don’t. You’re totally distracted by that cutie. He move in with you yet?”
I tilted my hand back and forth. “He’s moved most of his stuff over, but his lease doesn’t run out until mid-January. But yeah, he’s living here.”
“Guess you’re going to do everything in your life like you race, huh? Fast.”
“Guess. I don’t know. If something feels right, you know. I’m trusting my gut.”
He gave a curt nod. “Well. I like Joey for you a lot. He’s cool. And sweet.”
“Thanks.”
“And talented. We made about twenty-five percent more for Sage this year than in any other year. Ever. Hold on to that one.” He pointed at me through the screen. “Where is he, anyway?”
“Joey!” I wasn’t sure where he’d run off to, but he came quickly padding into the lounge area of the game room when I called.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Come say hi to Grant.”
His soft gray eyes grew wide, and he jumped on top of me, settling in my lap. “Unca Grant! Hi. Merry Christmas.”
Grant chuckled and the last of that sadness left him. “Silly boy. Merry Christmas to you. Did you get what you wanted?”
