“Christmas Vacation, one hundred percent,” I laugh. “Nothing better than Cousin Eddie emptying the RV toilet into the storm sewer. ‘Shitter was full!’”
We share another laugh. “We should totally have a Christmas movie marathon,” Aleks blurts out, and then he freezes, his eyes widening like he didn’t mean for that to come out of his mouth. “Um, I didn’t mean, like, together or anything, I know you’re not—”
“I’d love that. Let’s do it.” I say, and his eyes widen again.
“Yeah, really? You’d want to?”
“Yeah. I really would.”
The conversation flows effortlessly as we continue eating, punctuated by laughter and teasing. By the time dessert arrives, we’ve each moved in our chairs so our legs are intertwined under the table, his foot resting between mine. I’m extremely aware of where our bodies are pressed together, even though there are layers of clothing between us. My mind drifts back to how good he feels when there’s nothing separating us. Hot skin pressed against hot skin. My cock hardens in my jeans, and I have to shift to avoid getting a zipper imprint embedded on it.
Of course, Aleks notices, and he shoots me a cheeky grin, but I’m saved by the server returning to ask if we need anything else.
“No, thank you. I think we’re ready to go, actually,” I say.
After taking care of the bill, we head back to Aleks’ loft, where we make short work of pulling the tree out of my car and carrying it up to his loft, where we quickly unwrap it. Magically, Aleks produces a tree stand from who knows where, so we get it set up and then stand back to admire it.
“I think it’s perfect, don’t you? Aleks asks. “Even undecorated, it’s perfect. I can’t wait to bust out my decorations. Hey, maybe you can help me with that tomorrow. Josie and I usually do it together, but she’s not going to be much help, obviously. She could supervise from the couch while we hang the decorations. Then I could make us something yummy for dinner. I know she’s going to need to eat—” He freezes again, looking embarrassed. “Um, I mean, if you don’t have other plans. If you want to, that is. I didn’t mean to assum—”
The rest of his sentence is unintelligible because I finally hit my breaking point. Closing the distance between us, I grab his face between my hands and crush my mouth onto his.
Chapter 18
ALEKS
Fuckingfinally.Ben’smouthlands on mine like he’s been starving for me, and if he feels anything like I do right now, he has. He walks us backward until I'm pressed against the wall, and I lean into it, pulling him into me. His bigger body pressing against mine with the hard wall behind me feels fucking exquisite, and a growly noise escapes from the very bottom of my lungs. "Holy fuck," I gasp when he makes his way along my jaw, licking and tasting at my skin like I'm his favorite Christmas treat. He pulls back, and my breath catches when he presses two fingers against my lips, which are puffy from our rough kisses. I suck them into my mouth, loving the groan that escapes him when I suck hard and swirl my tongue around them like I'm giving him a blowjob.
His hips jerk, his cock like an iron rod against me. Releasing his fingers from my mouth with a pop, we hold each other's gaze for a moment, both of us flushed and panting, our chests rising and falling against each other.
"Fuck, I've been waiting to do that again since that first night," he rasps, the urgency in his voice causing molten heat to gather in the pit of my belly.
"Me too," I say breathlessly. "Upstairs, now," I growl.
He grabs my hand, and we race up the stairs to my bed, where I push him back onto it before I make short work the button of his jeans and yank them down his thighs roughly. He wrestles off his own shirt at the same time as I slide my fingertips under the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down enough that his dick pops out. I almost drool as I take in his thick cock standing at attention for me.
I strip out of my own clothes quickly, my eyes never leaving Ben's as he rips his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, then lies back against the pillows, stroking himself, his pupils blown out and his chest still rising and falling rapidly. The naked desire on his face makes me feel powerful as I climb over him, rising onto my knees and palming my own cock, staring down at him.
"You wanna suck my cock?" My voice sounds deep and rough. His eyes widen, and he stares at my hand moving up and down my shaft. Leaning back so he can get a good look, I rub my thumb over my slit to gather the bead of precome that's gathered there before bringing it to my lips, letting out another groan as I taste myself. His mouth drops open like he's surprised. He's not the only one—I'm not usually this bold in bed. But something about Ben gives me confidence. I feel safe with him, and it's like I'm invincible. I can let go of everything and do whatever I want, or ask for whatever I want. It's a fucking heady feeling, and I don't want to lose it.
He growls and grabs my erection, squeezing me hard.
"Yeah, I want to suck your gorgeous cock," he says. "I love your dick. Wanna feel it in my mouth,"
I shuffle forward so I'm straddling his chest, and he grabs my thighs as I guide my cockhead to his lips, pausing for a moment to trace them with my tip, watching in fascination as they glisten with my precome.
Ben huffs out a breath, and I shiver as it ghosts across the sensitive head of my erection, and then he breathes in deeply, inhaling my scent. "Goddamn, you smell so fucking hot. Give it to me, Aleks. I need to suck your hot cock."
Oh, sweet Jesus on ice skates.That's the hottest goddamn thing anyone's ever said to me.
Ben sticks his tongue out and drags it over my crown, and I nearly combust right there. The hot, wet feel is like nirvana.
I have to lean forward to brace myself on the headboard, otherwise my shaking legs will never hold me up, and from this angle, I watch as he licks up and down my dick like it's a lollipop. One of his hands holds it at the base, and the other one is wrapped around my thigh. Without warning, he pulls me forward so he envelops me completely in his hot mouth, and I moan loudly. The pleasure shoots through me like an electric current running from my cock right down to my toes.
"You like sucking my big dick," I hiss, and he groans, as he nods and seeing his mouth stretched around me feels like my own personal porn. He tilts his head back so he can meet my eyes, and his are wild as he starts sucking me harder. A moan tears from me, and I feel like a fucking beast as I thrust into him.
He pops off me for a second to whisper harshly, "Fuck my face, Aleks. Go hard. I want it." And he fucking swallows me down again, so far I hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag, but he works through it and keeps sucking me like a fucking champ, and suddenly, I'm fucking his face like he asked me, plunging into his perfect, hot, wet heat over and over again. I can feel the orgasm pooling at the base of my spine, and I spread my knees an inch wider, letting me sink even further into his throat. He moans approvingly, and I feel him playing with my balls, rubbing and pulling at them, running his fingers through the saliva that coats the skin of my sac. Then he drags his hand back, still sucking me deep, and I feel his fingers playing at my hole, using his spit like lube as he circles my rim.
I whimper. "Oh Jesus, yes, Ben, fuck me with your fingers while I fuck your mouth, yes, oh fuck, do it. Put them in."
