I want them to come, but I also want to send them away.
“Fuck…Curtis…don’t…stop.”
I’m holding on to him so tight that I’m not sure he has enough room to breathe. All I know is I’ve never felt like this before. I feel vulnerable but safe. Teetering on the edge but reluctant to jump.
“Riley, I’m getting close.” His voice is muffled against my chest.
We’re all groans and moans, curses and desperate touches. I don’t know if I can come like this. Every time he hits my prostate, I feel like I’m going to burst, but then it goes away.
“I…can’t.”
He raises his head and meets my eyes. His hair is wet around his face, but he’s never looked so beautiful. It hits me then. I could have this. More of this. More of his green eyes, his sunny personality, more ofhim.
“Riley,” he whispers. He seems to want to say something else but catches himself. Instead, it’s like he finds a renewed energy source and starts fucking me like his life depends on it.
My cock is so hard I’m afraid I’ll do permanent damage to it if I don’t come soon. Though it’s my ass that I should be worried about because there’s no doubt I’ll be sore after this.
I try to reach for my cock, but we’re practically glued together, and Bubble’s focus on pounding my ass drives me insane.
How can someone so small have so much strength and staying power?
My orgasm builds again. This time there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Curtis,” I shout as I spill between us like I haven’t come in a year. He follows me, digging his teeth into my peck, which I’m sure will leave a nice mark. Little fucker.
“Fuck a duck, Coach. I’ve earned all the candy I’ve hidden in my bag.” He moves slightly to slide out of me, and I wince, feeling both the loss and the pain as he settles against my side.
“You have hidden candy?”
He doesn’t move or look at me. Just shrugs. “I always have hidden candy. And glitter. You never know when the situation might call for it.”
“Glitter?”
“Open your drawer and pass me the small pink bag inside.”
I do as he says, and sure enough, there’s a pink bag I’ve never seen before. I hand it to him. He opens it and takes out two pieces of candy. He puts one in his mouth and gives me the other. It tastes minty.
Then he takes something else out. He pulls a string, and before I can say anything, we have confetti raining down on us. It sticks to our skin because we’re all sweaty.
“Thank fuck it’s not glitter,” I say.
“Congrats, Coach. You’re no longer a butt virgin.”
I slap his ass. “We need a shower. I can feel your cum seeping out of my ass.”
He sighs. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
He glances at me when I don’t reply. “Fine, you can borrow the bottom crown occasionally, but you’re a total top, aren’t you?”
“I guess?” I say honestly. “That was more than amazing, and I want to do it again for sure, but the feeling of filling you and then leaving some of me behind? It makes me think things a man my age shouldn’t.”
Bubble stays silent against me, and I can’t read him. Have I said too much? This is just temporary, isn’t it? Our Christmas bubble. It’ll be over when we go home. I have no right to want more. No matter how perfect it feels to be with him, age gap be damned.
“Come on, let’s get you clean. I want to bake some cookies and take them to the kids next door. Then we’ll do a Christmas movie marathon, but this time we’ll do it for real. No distractions,” he says.
I wince when I get up from the bed, feeling a lot sorer than I thought I would. “I can be on board with that…if you bake me some cookies too.”
“Only if you help out.”
