Jake just grins wider and shakes his head, mousy brown hair flopping into his eyes before he brushes it back. “Nah; that wasmuchbetter than some vanilla lovey-dovey stuff. You’re anatural, kid. Keep playing it up for the cameras. People are gonna eat this up.”
“And there’s nothing specific you want us to do in this next scene?” Miles prods a little more. “Just…pick up from where we left off, or…?”
“Actually,” using his fingertips, Jake taps his lips thoughtfully, “why don’t we imply a little time jump, hmm? Maybe Miles feels the need to feed Santa some cookies and milk to make up for being such a naughty boy.Thatis sweet, right?”
Miles’s eyes light up. “Oh, I like that idea.”
That doesn’t surprise me.
Jake claps his hands together. “Perfect. Let’s move the bed out of the way and set you guys up on the rug in front of the fireplace and tree.”
And that’s how I find myself reclining against the feet of a comfortable-looking armchair, wearing only my jacket draped over my shoulders as a scantily dressed Boy handfeeds me cookies.
Crumbs tumble down and get stuck in my beard and in the coarse hair over my chest, but Miles tells me not to worry about them.
He’s kneeling between my spread thighs, smiling coyly. “I’ll clean them up for you, Santa Daddy.”
“And how will you—oh.” His mouth is on my skin, sucking kisses over the soft mound of my belly and up my pecs, his wet tongue darting out to lick the crumbs away as he travels up my body.
I can’t wait to see how this is going to look on film. Him, with his smooth, unblemished, muscular body pressed up against my softer, rounded, hairy and heavily tattooed one. His arguably much more youthful features next to mine, cleanshaven and sweet against my bearded gruffness.
He gently nibbles the crumbs from my beard and peppers kisses along my jawline before he reaches my lips.
“Thatwasvery nice,” I murmur softly into the charged air between us, my eyes locked on his. “What else do nice boys do?”
That tempting pink tongue darts out, wetting his lips and getting rid of any remaining traces of the cookies. He swallows roughly, then practically whispers, “They kiss their Daddies.”
“Are you a nice boy, Miles?”
He nods.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I goad him playfully, then gasp when he slots his mouth over mine, leading us in a slow, sensual kiss.
In this moment, I definitely forget that we’re acting. That we’re being paid to do any of this. That he’s not really my Boy, and I’m not really his Daddy. It’s impossible to believe that this is all just a scene.
Because this kiss…
This kiss iselectric.
Miles has stolen my breath and —as dramatic as it sounds— my heart in one swift, sweet move, and he’s got no fucking idea that it has happened. One second, I’m performing a semi-planned-out porn scene, the next, my heart is beating rapidly, and I can’t gather my thoughts.
All from a kiss.
I’ve had countless kisses over the years. On screen, in the clubs, and with romantic partners…but none of them have felt so instantly overwhelming. I’ve never felt quite so topsy-turvy after just a kiss, either. And I’ve certainly never said something as asinine as someone stealing my heart from one before.
I have no way to explain why this one feels so different, though. It just does.
Maybe it’s the mistletoe.
My inner voice thinks he’s hilarious.
The mistletoe in question is fake and is currently suspended above us on fishing wire.
Also, everyone knows mistletoe magic only works in December…and we’re onlyfakingthat it’s Christmas right now.
But still, there’s nothing fake about the way Miles’s tongue is teasing mine, slowly twisting and twirling around it like it’s doing some kind of sensual dance. There’s nothing fake about the way he’s melted into me, all breathy sighs and mewls of delight. There’s nothing fake about his fingers clutching at my shoulder blades, or the softness of his hair between my own fingers as I cup the back of his head.
“Daddy,” he whines against my lips when we part for necessary oxygen, “Santa…I need…” His hips rock forward, the cotton of his briefs doing nothing to restrain the hard bulge that bumps against my own aching dick.
