“If I need to stop, you say so.” His lips still pressed to mine.
“How about I saysnowmanif I need you to?” I smirk into his mouth and it makes him smile back.
“Only for this weekend. We aren’t using that when we get back home.” Kissing me again. “Now, do as you’re told.”
I melt into the kiss, my body relaxing under his touch. When he pulls back, his fingers are already at my ass, teasing, circling, and coating me with lube. I gasp, my hips bucking slightly, but Miguel holds me still, his other hand on my hip.
“Shh,tranquilo,” he whispers, his voice soothing as the sensation makes my muscles twitch. “Vamos a ir despacio.” Pushing one finger in, slowly, inch by inch, and I moan, my body clenching around him.
“Look at you doing such a good job, baby,” he praises, his voice thick with desire. He moves his finger in and out, slowly, stretching me for his perfect cock.
“Te sientes tan bien,”he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. He adds another finger, and I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him, but it steals my breath.“Respira,”he reminds me, his voice soft.
“Miguel!” I whine, my hips bucking into his touch. “More. Stop being so gentle with me.”
My air supply is quickly stolen away when his free hand circles my throat and squeezes. “Keep it up and Santa’s gonna fuck this bratty mouth.”
“I’d rather have Santa’s thick, pierced cock in my ass.” I choke out, and that has him raising his brow. “But hey, I guess I’ll take what I can get.”
“Fuck it.”
Uh, oh.
In one fluid motion, he lets go of my throat, withdraws his finger, and flips me face first into the blankets.
Oh, fuck. He’s doing it.
Fucking finally.
“You and this—” His hand comes down on my ass cheek, leaving a sting where his palm connects. “fucking mouth. Let’s see what it says when I’m fucking you into this mattress. Hmm, pretty boy? You gonna cry for Santa?”
Looking over my shoulder at him, he reaches for the lube again, coating his cock, his eyes never leaving mine. “Make me.”
Miguel pushes in, slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely, and I moan, my body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation overwhelming. Then almost immediately his thrusts pick up, like he’s taking the frustration of my brattiness out on my hole.
“Joder, Caleb,”he groans, his body stilling, giving me time to adjust.“Te sientes tan jodidamente bien.”He rolls his hips, the piercings hitting all the right spots, and I do everything I can to not cry from the intense pleasure. “Come on, pretty boy,” he goads, almost like he knows I’m holding out on him.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my body tensing. “You’re gonna make me come.” Gripping the duvet, I meet him thrust for thrust. “Please, please, don’t stop.”
He leans down, his teeth grazing my earlobe, his strong hand coming down next to mine on the bed. He laces his fingers withmine as he drives into me. “Córrete para mí,baby,” he growls, his voice commanding. “Give it to me.”
The sound of his body and mine meeting, my panting, and his grunting fill the space, and I do. My body shuddering, my cock pulsing as my release soaks the blanket underneath me. “Fuck, yes,” Miguel groans into my neck as he comes seconds later, his thrusts slowing to a torturous pace as he empties inside me.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he gasps, his body still trembling.“Eres perfecto.”
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Miguel rolls off me, pulling me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Best punishment ever.”
That makes him laugh, and he props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a goofy-ass smile. “You know I always wanted to play Santa,” he says, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Why? Is that like a kink? You like role-playing or something?”
He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. “Because then I can give you all the presents I want,” he whispers, his voice low and promising.
I shiver, my body already responding to his touch. “Sounds nice.”
The grin on his face is a little unnerving as his hand slides down to grip my cock, already hardening again. “More like a fucking dream come true.” He strokes me, his movements slow and deliberate, building the pleasure until I’m writhing beneath him.
